#kylian mbappe gifs

[mbebe-fc]

well behaved little boy

[monikanarnia]

[haartemis]

BIG EGO | Kylian Mbappé

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: people say you and kylian are the perfect match; both of you confident, unstoppable, and drawn to each other like magnets. when one evening you loyally defend him against snarky online critics, kylian shows his appreciation by proving once again that while his ego might be big, there’s something else of his that's even bigger...

warnings: smut!!! its all smut

a/n: this song feels like kylian so much lol, i figured i had to write something based on it. writing smut is still so hard *no pun intended* 🥲 feedback is welcome

you know kylian better than anyone else.

he’s kind, funny, smart, but above all, he’s confident. he doesn’t downplay his talent or pretend not to notice the greatness everyone else sees in him. instead, he’s matter of fact about it, and you find that quality of his charming, magnetic, and infuriatingly sexy. why?because you’re the same.

you know your worth. why move through the world being fake humble? you’re aware of who you are, what you’re capable of, and you don’t see the point in pretending otherwise. there’s no reward in dimming your light to make others feel comfortable. it’s not arrogance; it’s confidence. but for many men, especially those you were romantically involved with in the past, your confidence often intimidated them, and they ran away.

not kylian, though.

when you first met him, a meddling stranger had warned with fake concern that kylian was 'too full of himself' and therefore bad news. yet from the very first conversation it was like seeing yourself reflected in someone else. the same drive to succeed in your careers, the same unwavering self assurance. where others saw you as a threat, he saw you as an equal partner, and he didn’t shrink away from you. instead, he was drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. or more accurately, like fire meeting fire. together, you bring out the best in each other.

"what a beautiful couple!' people usually exclaim at weddings, birthday parties, or any social gathering. they admire the way you hold yourselves, the way your personalities mesh in such a perfect way. you understand why it works: you see the best in yourselves, and you see it in each other too. and sometimes you play up the cockiness people project onto you two, just cuz it's fun. especially in the bedroom, when its just you two and you can bask in each other's love.

but sometimes, that projection can get under your skin. tonight is one of those nights.

you’ve just gotten back home after an evening game at the bernabeu, a game the team won. it feels like he’s hitting his stride again, growing sharper and more confident in the white shirt he’s always dreamed of wearing. he scored a nice goal, yet the trolls online still seem determined to tear him down.

kylian has never really minded it. whether praise or criticism, he’s used to people talking about him. he knows football fans can be fickle and reactionary, so he usually doesn't put much weight onto whatever they say. in fact, he makes a point to stay offline most of the time, to disconnect from the craziness of twitter. but you? you're very online, and sometimes you can’t help but want to bite back on his behalf.

you’re scrolling through your twitter timeline, sitting on your bed waiting for kylian to come to bed so you can call it a night, when one tweet catches your eye: “the dictator is destroying the locker room”

you roll your eyes. you scroll down and find another: “he’s so arrogant, always calling himself one of the best players in the world”

the audacity.

before you can think twice, your fingers are already typing away. “he talks like this cuz he can back it up!” you hit send, satisfaction coursing through you at having shut up one more idiot spewing nonsense on the internet.

“what are you doing?” kylian’s voice pulls you back to reality.

you glance up, and your breath hitches. he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, having just emerged from the walk-in closet wearing his usual bedtime attire: absolutely nothing but a pair of tight black boxers. your gaze involuntarily slides over the sharp planes of his abs, to his bulging crotch where you can see a hint of a curve beneath the waistband, then finally to his powerful, sculpted thighs. you swallow hard at the sight.

“nothing” you say, a little too quickly.

his eyebrows lift, and he steps closer before sitting down on the bed beside you, taking the phone from your hands. his eyes scan the screen, and his smirk widens. “defending my honor online huh?”

you fold your arms, suddenly defensive. “they were saying ridiculous things and you’re too chill about it”

he shakes his head, chuckling softly. “ma chérie, people have been talking about me for years. i don’t care what they say. why do you?”

“because you deserve better” you say, your voice firm. “they act like it’s a crime that you're confident. it pisses me off”

his expression softens. he cups your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “i don’t need anyone to fight my battles” he says, his voice low. “but it’s cute that you want to”

you glare at him half heartedly. “i’m not cute. i’m right”

“you’re both” he says, leaning his head in the crook of your neck. “and just so you know, i love that you’re always in my corner. i think it's really hot”

he presses his lips to the soft curve of your neck, breathing you in before pressing slow kisses, lips dragging a trail of shivers in their wake. his fingers find the thin strap of your camisole, sliding it down your shoulder as his hands begin to roam from your shoulders to your waist, before tracing the curve of your hips and gliding over your thighs.

then his lips move to yours, his tongue slipping past your lips with ease. your hands move instinctively, one cradling the back of his head, while the other grazes the nape of his neck with your nails. you know exactly what that does to him, the way it sends a shiver rippling through his body. his sharp inhale against your mouth tells you you’ve hit your mark, and it only encourages you, pulling him closer as the kiss grows even more heated.

“that skirt you wore tonight…” he murmurs against your lips, his hands slipping under the hem of your pajama shorts and gripping your upper thighs. “you knew what you were doing, didn’t you? showing off these legs. in the tunnel when you were waiting for me, all the guys there were staring at you”

you break the kiss. “jealous?”

“no" he says calmly. “there’s no one better than me"

you know he means it. and it turns you on.

he continues, “they can try, but they’ll never make your head turn, because no one compares to me”

your hand wanders to his bulge, and you hear his breath hitch as you rub him through his boxers.

“such a huge ego” you tease.

he just shrugs in response, a proud smirk playing on his face. the same smirk he has in press conferences when he’s outsmarted a slick journalist fishing for a soundbite to twist out of context.

you lick the palm of your hand and slide it inside his boxers, eagerly pulling him out. his hips involuntarily jerk at the contact, and you smirk. you swipe your fingers over the fat, swollen head, admiring the sight of what's in your hand. he’s so warm, so so hard, so smooth. and all yours to play with.

“y/n” his voice comes out rugged. “fuck that’s good”

you like watching all of his control dissolve. love replacing that smirk on his face with an agonized look.

“tell me what else is good” you murmur as you slowly stroke him, tightening your grip.

kylian groans, his head tipping back. 

“being inside you. that’s the best” he breathes, his voice rough with desire. “but you already know that”

your smirk widens as you lean closer to him. “i do” you tease, your lips brushing against his ear. your tongue peeks out and sensually drags over his lobe before you bite it, eliciting a breathy sigh from him. “but I like hearing you say it”

you keep stroking him, and the faster you jerk his dick, the more he falls apart. soon he’s moaning, catching your wrist with one strong hand, begging you, “no more. don’t make me come before i get inside you”

you pout before slowing your movements, running your thumb over one thick vein running up the length of him. 

“y/n” he groans, his hips jerking once again. unable to resist, you press a chaste kiss to the place where the vein meets the head. your mouth is watering for him.

but just as you're about to get down on your knees so you can finally put him in your mouth, he suddenly moves, his hands slipping under your thighs to lift you effortlessly and laying you back against the bed. his body hovers over yours, and his gaze locks onto yours, intense and dark with arousal. 

“i was about to suck you off” you whine. 

he grins. "you'll get to, any time you want. its all yours. but i want to taste you tonight"

his mouth moves to your neck, his lips brushing softly before his teeth scrape against your skin. you let out a contented sigh, his words making you very excited for what's to come.

his hands slide under your camisole, pushing it up and over your head in one fluid motion. the cool air meets your heated skin, and his eyes lazily glide over your naked form. he tweaks one nipple, and you shiver.

his hands go lower, and he gently lifts you up by the hip so can he slide your shorts and panties off you. 

“no one compares to you either, you know” he says, his voice thick with meaning as he shifts lower on the bed, his broad shoulders spreading your legs with ease. he pauses, glancing up at you with that infuriatingly confident wink. “not in this lifetime. or the next. or ever. we’re the same. that's why we're made for each other”

and with that, he dips his head, his mouth finding its rightful place.

you let out a quiet yelp as his tongue slides through your folds inquisitively, as if it hasn’t been there a hundred times before. it's warm and probing, and almost reverent, like you're a delicious meal he's trying to savor. his beard that you make fun of serves its purpose in times like these; it rasps against the tender spot where your thighs meet your ass, and the friction amplifies everything, every sensation sharper, hotter, better. you can't help but arch into him, craving more.

and then there’s his hand, his fingers working your clit in such fast, insistent circles that if he stops you might kill him. the intensity builds so quickly it’s almost unbearable, and you grip the sheets like they’re the only thing anchoring you. you’re lying on a bed, yes, but his tongue is making you so weak you’re sure you’ll fall apart if it wasn’t for one of his strong arms wrapped around your upper thigh  holding you in place. even then, you writhe and squirm, eyes shut in ecstasy, mouth repeating “yes, please”s and “oh my god”s and nothing else. 

when you finally come, the pleasure rolls through you in waves, leaving you boneless and trembling. still, he doesn’t stop. his tongue stokes you through the aftershock,  even as your muscles turn into liquid and your body feels like it’s floating.

he finally relents when you place your hand on his head and shake him slightly. he looks up, his lips and the tip of his pretty nose glistening from your wetness, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. he’s got a smug look on his face. “see? who else could do this to you?”

you don’t answer him with words; instead, you let your body speak for you. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down to you, drawing his mouth to yours. the kiss is slow and languid, your lips moving against his as you savor the taste of yourself on him. 

when your breath steadies and the aftermath of your orgasm fades into a warm feeling, you nip at his bottom lip, tugging it gently before pulling back. the smirk that crosses his face tells you he already knows what’s coming next.

because it’s kylian, and he knows you as intimately as you know yourself. because it always feels like he can read your mind, like your desires are two halves of the same whole. without a word, he rolls onto his back, sprawling against the sheets compliantly, leaving himself open for you to ride him.

you waste no time, sliding over him and straddling his strong thigh, the muscles beneath you flexing beautifully. his hands find your hips, steadying you as you position yourself. your bodies align perfectly, and as you sink down onto him, he slides home with ease.

there’s no painful friction, but there’s still a small pleasurable ache, the stretch that always comes with him. no matter how many times you’ve done this, your body always needs a moment to adjust, to accommodate him. the slight burn is part of the experience, a reminder of just how much of him there is. he groans low in his throat as you take him fully, the sound vibrating through your chest. "you're so big" you moan.

“you okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough but caring.

you nod, resting your palms on his chest as you steady yourself. “yeah” you whisper. "i can handle you"

his lips curve into a  grin, his hands tightening on your hips. “i know” he says, his tone shifting “we fit so good. i told you, we're made for each other”

his words send a shiver through you as you rise slowly and sinking back down on him again. the drag of his cock against your walls sends sparks shooting through your body, and you bite your lip, letting out a soft moan. kylian’s gaze never leaves you, his dark eyes filled with heat and something deeper, something raw and unspoken.

“fuck, you’re perfect” he breathes, his fingers pressing into your skin as you find your rhythm.

you move with deliberate slowness at first,  your hips rolling as you grind against him. the sensation is exhilarating, the way he fills you, stretches you, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing worth watching in the world.

leaning down, you press your lips to his ear. “you like watching me take you like this, don’t you?” you murmur, your voice dripping with confidence. “because I’m so fucking hot”

he groans, his hands sliding up your sides, over your ribs, until they find your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “you're so fucking hot” he agrees, his hips bucking slightly, pushing even deeper.

you pick up the pace, riding him with more intensity now, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. his hands guide your movements, helping you find just the right angle, and soon you’re both lost in the heat of it, in the raw, unending need for each other. from time to time you lean down to give him a better view of your breasts, the way you know he likes it.

when his hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, it’s almost too much. the added stimulation sends you over the edge, your head tipping back as pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“ky” you cry out, your hands clutching at his chest as you fall apart around him.

“baby” he groans. he repeats his upward thrusts, holding you in place so you can do nothing but take it. again, again, and again, until you tighten yourself around him so much he has no chance of holding it off. his own release chases after yours.

finally he stills, his body tensing as he lets go, a deep, guttural moan leaving his mouth. 

for a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high. then he reaches up, cupping your face and pulling you down for a kiss. It’s slow and tender, a contrast to the fire that had just consumed you both.

when you finally pull away, his lips curve into a lazy smile. “you’re incredible, you know that?”

you smirk, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "of course i do”

you know he knows you mean it.

his laugh is soft, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. “god, i love you” he says, and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell.

you lean down, pressing your forehead to his. “i love you too, ky” you whisper.

slowly, you lift yourself off him, feeling the tender ache as you slide him out of you. you settle back onto the bed beside him, the sheets cool against your hot, sweaty skin. for a while, you both just lie there catching your breath.

“what was that tweet you saw about me earlier?” kylian asks a little later, after you’ve taken care of the mandatory post sex clean up routine and gotten back in bed.

“hmm?”

“earlier,” he repeats, turning his head to look at you. “i saw your reply, but I didn’t see the tweet you were replying to. what did it say?”

“oh that” you giggle. there’s still so much endorphins rushing in you that you can’t even find the anger you felt earlier when you saw the tweet. “it said you’re destroying the real madrid locker room”

kylian arranges his face into a mock scowl. “nonsense” he says, lips twitching. he pauses for dramatic effect, and you know what he’s about to say. “the only thing I destroy is this pussy”

you both burst out laughing. 

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[u6is]

"im the release, you the dopamine"

summary: the exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a burning need to connect, to reaffirm the bond that had been stretched thin by their separate ambitions.

warning/s: thigh riding, dirty talk

— kylian mbappé x reader: smut

You woke up with a start, the digital clock on the bedside table casting a stark, blue light across the room, reading 2:47 AM. The usual comforting weight of Kylian's arm across your waist was gone, and the space beside you felt cold and empty.

In the last few weeks, Kylian's football career had taken off like a rocket. Practices had turned into marathons, games into weekends spent apart, and training sessions into solitary nights for you, filled with the echo of his laughter and the distant thud of a soccer ball against a wall.

You were equally engrossed in your own world of deadlines and conference calls, your work laptop a permanent fixture on the nightstand.

Last night, all you could think about was sleeping, not even a cuddle because you were both too tired.

Your body had simply collapsed onto the bed at the end of a long day, like rag doll thrown haphazardly into a box. The sweet exhaustion that came from pushing yourself to the brink of what you thought was possible had turned your intimate sanctuary into a battleground of competing schedules and unspoken worries. You had fallen asleep in your work clothes, the warmth of the bed the only comfort you had allowed yourself, too exhausted to even muster the energy for a goodnight kiss from the man lying next to you.

Now, in the silent embrace of the dark, you felt the full weight of his absence.

It wasn't just the coldness of the unoccupied space beside you that made you miss him. It was the quiet moments between breaths, the little adjustments of his body against yours that signaled his presence even in his deepest sleep. It was the comforting throb of his heartbeat, the steady rhythm that lulled you into a sense of belonging.

You reached out a tentative hand to touch the pillow where he should have been, but it was as flat and lifeless as the rest of the bed. The silence was deafening, amplifying every tick of the clock and the distant hum of the city outside.

You ached for him, a deep, unrelenting ache that no distance could soothe.

With a sigh, you pushed back the covers and swung your legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cool against your feet as you padded into the bathroom, the tiles a stark contrast to the warmth you'd just left. You flicked on the light and squinted in the sudden glare. In the mirror, your reflection was a blur of shadows and exhaustion. You turned away, not quite ready to face the reality of your solitude.

Your work clothes were a crumpled mess on the floor, a testament to the hastiness of your collapse. You reached into the closet and pulled out your favorite pair of pajamas, the soft fabric a gentle whisper against your skin as you changed.

At this hour of the night, you know exactly where to find him.

There are only two rooms Kylian truly favors in his house: the bedroom, where his PlayStation resides, and the gym.

You knew Kylian was in the gym, the room he retreated to when the pressure of his burgeoning career became too much. It was his sanctuary, where he could sweat out his frustrations.

The gym door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of light spilt into the darkened corridor. The closer you got, the more you could hear the muffled sounds of his laboured breathing.

There you saw him, lifting weights while sitting on the bench, his legs spread apart for balance. His shorts rode low on his hips, leaving his toned abs and the top of his muscular thighs on full display. His chest was heaving with the effort, the muscles in his arms straining as he pushed the barbell upward, the cords of his neck standing out with the exertion. His eyes were closed, and beads of sweat glistened on his bare skin, tracing rivulets down the valleys of his chest and stomach. His face was a mask of concentration, a silent battle being waged between mind and body.

You just stand there, simply appreciating his existence. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and you felt a surge of affection for him, for his dedication, his passion, his drive.

As if sensing your presence, Kylian opened his eyes. They searched the room, the intensity of his gaze softening when it found you in the doorway. He offered you a tired but genuine smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a greeting that was more heartfelt than any spoken word. It was the kind of smile that could melt away the stress of the day, the kind that made you feel seen and understood without a single syllable exchanged.

You made your way to him, his arms extending, welcoming you into the warmth of his embrace. He gently set down the barbell, the clank of metal against metal a stark contrast to the quietude of the room.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he sat while you stood in front of him. His lips brushed against your stomach, placing soft kisses there before looking up at you. You cupped his face gently with your hands, gazing down at him with love reflecting in your eyes, a love that matched his own. Holding your gaze, he kissed your stomach again, making you bite your lip and smile tenderly.

"I missed you today," you whispered, your voice barely rising above the quiet rhythm of his breathing.

Kylian’s eyes softened as they searched yours, his smile turning tender.

"Je voulais faire l'amour avec toi hier soir," (I wanted to make love to you last night)

"but you were too tired to even kiss me goodnight." he murmured.

"I thought you were tired as well," you say, your voice laced with apology.

Kylian shakes his head, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Tired or not, I always have energy for you."

As he was talking, you felt a sudden boldness wash over you. You slowly straddled his lap, feeling the warmth of his muscles beneath you. His hands automatically wrapped tightly around your waist, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on the bare skin above your pajama bottoms. Your heart hammered in your chest, the sudden closeness filling the void you'd felt since he left your side hours ago.

"If you can forgive me for being too tired," you said playfully, pecking his neck lightly, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your lips, "then maybe we can make up for it now." Your breath was hot against his skin, and you watched with a mischievous smile as his eyes closed, his head tilting back to give you better access.

He groaned softly as your kisses grew more insistent, his hands tightening around your waist.

"I can forgive you for anything." His voice was a low rumble, the hint of a chuckle in it.

You slid your hands into his head as you claimed his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a burning need to connect, to reaffirm the bond that had been stretched thin by their separate ambitions. Kylian's arms tightened around you, lifting you slightly to align your bodies more perfectly. The strength in his embrace was reassuring, a promise that no matter how crazy their lives got, he would always be there to hold you.

The muscles on his thighs, so defined and powerful, flexed beneath you as he shifted his weight. The feeling of them against your inner thighs sent a shiver through your body, and you found yourself grinding against him instinctively. His breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he felt your heat. The connection between you was undeniable, a physical pull that transcended the physical exertion of the day.

Without breaking eye contact, Kylian leaned in, his mouth a whisper away from your ear.

"You want to fuck yourself against my thigh?" His voice was a low growl, the suggestion a heady mix of dirty and sweet that sent a thrill through your core.

Please. You nodded, your eyes giving him a needy stare, silently pleading for more.

"Let me see how desperate you are for me."

Kylian's hands slid around to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him. He controlled your movements by swaying your waist on his own accord, his strong thighs flexing beneath you. The friction against your clit was exquisite, building a crescendo of sensation that had you gasping for air.

His eyes never left yours, holding you in a silent contract of desire. The intensity in his gaze was unwavering, a stark contrast to the effort you put in to keep your own eyes from rolling in pleasure. The dance of your bodies grew more urgent, your breaths mingling in the small space between your faces. His eyes searched yours, reading the story of your need like an open book. You bit your bottom lip, trying hard not to let the ecstasy overtake you too soon.

The pleasure was building, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to resonate through every inch of your body. Despite the thin barrier of fabric between your clit and his muscled thighs, the friction was electric. Every time you moved, every time he flexed, a wave of pure bliss washed over you. You could feel the heat emanating from him, the power in his muscles, the throb of his arousal pressing against you. The fabric of your pajama bottoms was soaked with your desire, the dampness a silent testament to the pleasure he was giving you.

As the pressure grew, so did the tension between you. The air was thick with it, a palpable force that seemed to vibrate in time with your racing heartbeats. You could feel it coiling tighter and tighter, a spring ready to snap. The eye contact was unbreakable, a silent conversation of need and want that spoke louder than any words could have.

Suddenly, Kylian adjusted his thighs, aligning them directly over your clit. The contact was more than you could bear, and a guttural moan tore from your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. You leaned in closer, your forehead resting against his, your breaths mingling in the space between your open mouths. Your eyes fluttered closed, unable to maintain the connection, but you felt his own eyes still on you, watching, absorbing every second of your unraveling.

"That's it, mon amour."

"You like that, don't you?" He murmured, his voice thick with lust.

His words were a symphony of dirty praise, a crescendo of filth that pushed you closer to the edge. You could feel the throb of his erection, his desire for you pulsing in time with your own.

"You like fucking my thighs."

His hands slid up to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your sensitive nipples.

"Tu es tellement parfaite." he groaned. (You are so perfect)

He knew your body so well and could feel every twitch and tremble that signalled your impending climax. His arousal was evident, his thighs flexing beneath you, his erection straining against the fabric of his shorts.

With a final, desperate roll of your hips, you came apart in his arms, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. It was a silent scream, a release of all the tension that had built up over the weeks of distance and exhaustion. Kylian's eyes never left yours, his smile a smug one of satisfaction as he watched you come undone.

As the tremors subsided, you collapsed against his chest, your body boneless and sated. He held you tight, his strong arms a warm cocoon that shielded you from the world outside.

Kylian gently kissed the top of your head, his breathing gradually evening out.

He leaned back, his thighs still beneath you, and reached for the water bottle on the gym floor. Unscrewing the cap, he held it to your lips, urging you to take a sip. The cool water was a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between your legs, and you drank greedily, feeling it revive you like a lifeline thrown into a stormy sea.

He took a swig himself before setting the bottle aside, his eyes never leaving yours.

"But we're not done yet, are we?"

His voice had that playful lilt that told you he had more in store. He wrapped his arms around your waist and, with surprising grace for his muscular frame, stood up, lifting you with him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, his erection pressing against your center.

cleaning my drafts 🧹 lmao. when that clip was released on twt i was so bored that i went to tumblr to write this 😭

[4virgil4]

DYING ffs 😭😂😭😭

[maikissed]

post euro Kylian Mbappé oneshot :') yo, this supposed to be a fluff but then i started ovulating and it turned into a smut, tehe !warning: smut, +18

The bed was empty when you opened your eyes, rising up on your hands lazily to take a look in the direction of the bathroom, you realised that there was no light coming from under the closed doors. The clock on the nightstand showed 2:31 am, so you pulled the sheets away from your body, your limbs shaking slightly at the cool air that touched you after you stood up from the bed. A little yawn left your mouth as you reached the corridor, slowly turning to the stairs, your bare feet tapping gently on the wooden floors. Silence ringed in your ears as you reached the down floor, there was a dim light coming from the kitchen. Slowly, you approached the threshold, not fully entering the room just yet. Kylian stood leaned on his elbows on the kitchen island, his phone in front of his face, you could tell he was reading something but you were too far to deduce whatever reading might absorb his attention at this hour. You could have your guesses and it troubled you. You took a minute to observe him just a bit, his tired stance, stiff shoulders, upper lip bitten, fingers drumming gently on the surface when he wasn’t scrolling down to reach next lines of the article. He was desperate for a peaceful sleep and a proper rest, yet he wasn’t given one. You could tell. No matter the upcoming vacation, that you in a matter of fact were heading to tomorrow, this was the start of his silent contemplation days. Good thing he agreed to go instead of rushing to the training centre first thing he came back from Germany. Still, whatever he might have chosen, you would accept it. He needed his quiet, his stillness. But a third night without a full night sleep for him upset you even though you’ve already learned that it was inevitable when it came to him, and that you both had to give it time. He always struggled with sleep after games, the good ones or the bad ones, it was the adrenaline, the amount of incentives. However it was yet again the occurrence when his hard work, his passion and the absolute devotion burnt out on the last step to reach the longed for fulfilment.

You took a few steps his way before he noticed your presence. You smiled softly at him.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he questioned, his voice hoarse.

“The bed was empty” you whispered sneaking in between him and the counter, without a glimpse to his phone screen, with aim to interrupt his reading.

There was a little wrinkle that has formed between his brows so you reached with your fingers to gently smoothen it. He closed his eyes in answer to the delicate massage and after a moment you could feel his face relax.

“What were you reading?” you asked softly still caressing gently his face, moving from his brows to the forehead and then very gently, feather like touch with the tip of your finger down his nose.

“Some statistics” he shrugged.

“Mhm” you answered amusingly, knowing better, but deciding not to dwell on it.

That small wrinkle appeared back so you stroked it again, before bringing your hands down his nape. He let out a big breath with his eyes still closed when you massaged his neck and shoulders.

“I had this dream” you started, watching his face breaking into a little smile because your dreams tend to be the most astounding and loony. Made him cackle and question the state of your thoughts every time you were narrating to him the stories created by your own mind.

 “Everything was blue or orange, that’s how I saw the colours surrounding me, and turned out I was this little funny dog with fluffy orange fur and petite face and paws. You know, the one that looks like a toy”

He chuckled.

“A Pomeranian?”

“Yes!” you nodded “And you were furious, because we had to take this flight and you didn’t know how to travel with me” you continued “So we went to the airport and the tiny man at the check-in, he wore a big straw sun hat you know, probably stole it from some poor old lady…” the smallest details made him laugh and you smiled brightly at him trying to bring back his full attention on you with a squeeze on his shoulders “He told you that you didn’t purchase the transport for me on your ticket and you furiously showed him my very own ticket. So then he picked out that it was in fact a ticket for a person, not for a little dog and that I have to travel in the luggage hatch with the rest of the animals, and you were so angry you wanted to fight him”

“That’s no surprise” he added rather seriously.

“Yes, and then it turned out that they have to place me in a different type of transport”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, in a fricking balloon!”

He burst out laughing at the resentment in your voice.

“So you put some obnoxious collar on me, too big and too heavy, but you said it’s a tracker in case I got lost. And you just let them take me to that horrific balloon!” you shrieked.

“I would never do that” he acknowledged with a hurt look on his face before he smiled at you again “You ate too much sugar yesterday and you should stop worrying about the trip”

“Sure, alright, maybe” you shrugged a bit stressed now as you reminisced your horrid dream.

He kept his gaze on you, delicate glimmer making his way back into his dark eyes, for the first time in few days.

“Do you want me to make some camomile tea?” you asked leaning into him, your hands connected behind his head.

“No, I already had one”

“Okay” you nodded “Should we go back to bed?” a whisper.

He kissed you gently before agreeing, then proceeded to bend down a little, his hands resting on the back of your thighs to pick you up. You nestled into his arms as he carried you back up to your rooms. Slowly, the drowsiness coming back to you. The truth was you never rested well when he spend his sleepless nights wandering around the house. As soon as he gently laid you down on the sheets, you reached for him with your hands to bring him back much closer.

“I’m not going anywhere” he reassured, the heat of his body coating you from above, you sighed as your eyes begun to accustom to the darkness.

“I know” you whispered looking into his eyes.

This moment you realised how you’ve missed him terribly for this last month, despite the fact you were seeing each other as often as possible. Yet never alone, never the two of you, no intimacy allowed. It came to you quickly, when he held you like this, touched you, moved above you, you were tired and you were aroused, two of these feelings mixing and fogging your thoughts, your body turning responsive even before he would touch you properly. You kissed him, your desirous fingers reached for the edges of his t-shirt to pull it off, your oversized tee quickly followed. Gentle, when you both were weary like this, it was the most gentle and slow and considerate. It’s been long.

Slow, deep kisses, he was the best at those you always admitted, made the next beat of your heart stronger than before. Breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of his fingers tenderly wandering around your breasts, ribs, between your thighs. The room filled with a sharp intake of breath of both of you as he entered you swiftly. You relaxed for a second and then he moved, your muscles flexed, your mind and your body tired. Your eyes closed, your lips quickly searching for his when he broke contact for a moment. His thrusts sloppy and lazy, his mouth precise, the kisses turning wetter. The pleasure build swiftly and you whined against his lips, your moans intensifying when it fumbled inside you without any intention to peak at any time.

“Do you want me to use my mouth?” he asked against your skin, his lips tracing your jaw.

“N-no!” you panicked weakly, grasping at his back, going lower to push down at him.

Your hips rising to fuck back, making him groan, and goose-bumps spread all over your skin when the sensation added to your upcoming orgasm. That’s when he looked at you.

“My sweet girl” he breathed, his eyes sparkly “Needed my attention all this time”

That, that was what almost pushed you over the edge but you gulped hard, focused on it, tried to block it for just a little bit more time. And he saw it, knew what you were trying to do so he kissed you again, adjusted his hips to add more pressure to his thrusts, perfectly reaching the most responsive places. You didn’t see that coming but his fingers reached down to join the place you were connected, putting sweet pressure on your clit. You squirmed feeling your walls clench around him. The first sharp pull inside you told you the pinnacle was coming strong and you started to pathetically mewl under him. And more, and more, and gentler, but then stronger, almost like he toyed with you. You already felt worn out, still you fought him, wanted this feeling to last longer so he could join you at the end, but most of the times he aimed to break you before he came. He loved making this about you, stubborn fucker. He took true pleasure in it.

“Let go” he murmured, his voice deep and daring “I know you want to, don’t fight me”

You wanted to bit back, you did, you wanted to put up with this challenge, but you were too weak to even blink. You were at him mercy yet again. Easily he picked up your hips with his hand wrapped around your waist and you cried out at the new angle. He knew he had you there good. Always, like he wanted.

“Come on, baby, you’re done. Come for me” he cooed.

Your chest heaving, blood in your veins pumping quicker, your moans louder and you crashed, falling apart in his arms like this, frail, small and shaky.

ummm, chile, anyways, so.....

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

hey babes x breeding kink w mbappé? 😊😇

Baby

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Your husband wants a baby

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.5k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), breeding kink, dom!Kylian, sub!reader.

You could feel his gaze from across the room, boring into your skin as you desperately tried to focus on your conversation with Fayza but it was impossible.

Your husband is insatiable.

Ever since you told him you wanted to try for a baby, he's been sticking to you like glue. Following you around, not wanting you out of his sight, practically like a second skin.

You shift in your seat and wince a little, the soreness between your thighs a reminder of what happened just before you got here. "Are you alright?" Fayza asks, noticing your discomfort.

"Yeah, just a cramp. I'm fine." She stared at you for a second longer before accepting your explanation. But you know she knows. How could she not, with the way Kylian was practically undressing you with his eyes, from his spot on the couch.

Speak of the devil.

"Mom, I think it's time that Y/N and I go. It's getting late and I have training tomorrow." You feel his palm on your shoulder, hot and heavy. You feel his hands slide across your shoulders to grip the back of your neck, and you shudder.

Fayza frowns slightly, her lips pursing together in thought. "Alright dear, make sure Y/N rests her feet." She smiles at you both, before returning to her conversation with Ethan .

Kylian's hand tugs you to your feet, his touch burning hotter than a brand. You feel his hand slide down your arm and over your waist, until it comes to rest on your hip. You can feel his cock pressed up against your ass, already hard. He leans down to kiss you softly on the cheek, his breath dancing across your skin. "Shall we?" He purrs.

You nod, feeling your pussy clench around nothing as you follow him out of the house. He guides you to the car and opens the door for you, his smile lighting up the night.

You feel a little flutter in your stomach, you love when he's like this. He always goes out of his way to be the best husband ever, especially since you've told him you want a baby.

He helps you into the car, before sliding behind the wheel.

"I had fun tonight," he says, glancing over at you as he reverses out of the driveway. "You are stunning. Je suis un sacré veinard." He smiles softly, and your heart melts.

"I had fun too," you say, reaching out to brush your fingers across his hand. His palm curls around yours and he squeezes lightly, wedding band catching the moonlight. "I'm lucky to have you too."

You lean over to kiss his cheek and he smiles softly at you, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. You feel him trace your jaw and move down your throat, until it comes to rest on the top of your collarbone. "You're perfect," he murmurs, his thumb running across the collar of your dress.

You whimper quietly, heat building in your core as you feel your pussy get wet. "I can't wait to get you home," he says, his voice low and rough. Your pussy clenches around nothing again, and you feel a rush of excitement at the promise in his voice.

The ride home is a blur. You can't focus on anything except for the way he keeps touching you. His hand moves up and down your thigh, occasionally dipping under your skirt to rub your inner thigh.

He's playing dirty tonight.

By the time he pulls into the driveway, you're panting, desperate for his touch. You hear the car door open and his hand is on your elbow, helping you out of the car.

His arms slide around your waist, pulling you against him as he kisses you. He's soft and sweet, but you know this won't last long. He'll be rough soon, he's been holding back for too long. Even though he had you a couple of hours ago.

His hand slides down to grip your ass and he lifts you, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

His lips never leave yours as he carries you into the house, his steps quick and determined. The moment the front door closes behind you, he presses you against it, his mouth devouring yours. You feel his tongue slide in your mouth, his fingers digging into your ass as he grinds against you.

He pulls away from you for a second, and you gasp for air, your heart pounding in your chest. He kisses you softly, his hands running over your body in a gentle exploration. "Mon trésor," he murmurs. "You're going to make such a good mom."

You melt a little more at his words, his praise always makes you feel good.

He smiles as you flush red, his hands sliding under your dress to cup your ass. He rubs your ass cheeks, before his hand dips between your legs and his fingers slide into your panties. "You're so wet," he groans, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it.

You gasp, your hips bucking against him. His fingers circle your clit, his palm pressing against you. "Oh fuck," he groans. "You're dripping."

"I need you," you gasp.

He growls and pulls his hand out from between your legs. "Take off your dress."

You nod, reaching behind yourself to pull the zipper down. You let the fabric fall to the floor and you stand before him in nothing but a pair of lacy red panties. You knew he would be like this. He has been for the past few weeks. Insatiable.

His eyes rake over you, taking in every inch of you. "You look delicious." He kisses you again, his hands cupping your breasts. He squeezes them lightly before his hands slide down your sides to your hips.

He kneels before you, pulling your panties off of you and throwing them behind him. You gasp, feeling the cool air on your sore wet pussy. He leans forward and kisses your mound, his hands cupping your ass as he pulls you forward to kiss you. "Kylian," you moan, your hands clawing at his shoulders. "Please."

He licks his lips, before running them over your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit. Your sensitivity has you crying out, knees trembling as you feel pleasure wash over you. His tongue dips inside of you and you feel him growl against you, the vibrations making you gasp. You feel him lick you slowly, before he pulls away and stands.

He kisses you hard, his hands sliding down your body to your upper thighs, gripping it and lifting you again. He carries you down the hall to your bedroom, before he gently throws you onto the bed.

He steps back and pulls off his clothes, his cock hard and thick. You lick your lips, feeling your pussy clench with anticipation. "Kylian," you gasp, holding out your arms for him. "Please."

He chuckles and walks over to you, leaning over the bed to kiss you. He lies down beside you and kisses you, his hands running over your body in a slow exploration. "I love you," he murmurs, his lips dancing over your jaw and down your neck.

"I love you," you moan, your hands sliding up his arms to wrap around his neck.

He kisses you again, his hands running over your breasts and stomach, before one slides between your legs and cups your pussy. "I can't believe you're mine," he murmurs, his fingers sliding inside of you. The coolness of his wedding band feels fucking amazing.

You moan, your hips bucking against his hand. "Please," you beg, "I need you."

He growls, lips trailing a line down your body. He kisses your stomach and you feel him smile against you. "mine to kiss," he says, his hands gripping your thighs to spread them. "Mine to taste." He leans forward and kisses you, his tongue sliding inside of you. "Mine to fuck."

You cry out, your hips bucking against him as you feel him lap at you. "Kylian!" You gasp, your pussy clenching around his tongue. "Please!"

He chuckles, his hands sliding up your thighs to spread them wider. He pulls away and looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust. "You taste so good," he groans, licking his lips. "I can't get enough of you." He kisses your mound, before he slides a finger inside of you. "I'm never letting you go."

You moan, your pussy clenching around his finger. Then he dives back in, his tongue circling your clit and making you cry out. He sucks on your clit and you feel a rush of pleasure wash over you. You gasp, your hips bucking against him. "Oh fuck," you cry out, your pussy clenching around him.

He groans, his fingers curling inside of you, his mouth still attached to your pussy. You feel him growl against you, his tongue fucking you. "Kylian!" You scream, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

He doesn't let up, his tongue lapping at you as he fingers you through your orgasm. He moans, his hands moving to your hips to pull you closer to him. He kisses your clit and you feel him smile against you. "Perfect." He murmurs, his lips moving up your body to kiss you.

He licks your cum off of his lips and you feel a rush of lust.

You pull him into you, kissing him hard and deep. You taste yourself on him and you feel another wave of pleasure roll over you. He pulls away from you, his eyes dark with lust. "Baby," you moan, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He grins, his hands sliding down your body to your hips. "You want it?" he growls.

"Yes," you gasp, feeling your pussy clench in anticipation. "Please."

You moan, your hips bucking against him.

He leans forward and kisses you, his cock nudging your entrance. You feel him press forward, his cock slowly filling you. It's pain, it's bliss. You're still a little sore from earlier but the stretch is incredible. "Oh god," you moan, your pussy clenching around him. "You feel so good."

He groans, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts into you. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his hands moving to your ass. "I don't know how much longer I can hold back."

"Don't " you gasp, your hands sliding up his arms to grip his shoulders. "Don't hold back. Give it to me." And he does.

He groans, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. His lips trail across your neck and collarbone, leaving a path of heat. "Oh fuck, this fucking pussy." he gasps.

You feel yourself clenching around him, another orgasm building inside of you. "Kylian," you cry out, your legs trembling.

"Mine," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic and you know you're not walking tomorrow. "This pussy is mine. You're mine."

"Yours," you moan, your orgasm crashing over you. Your pussy clenches around him, milking his cock. He moans, his fingers digging into your ass as he pounds you harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, along with your moans. You wish you could feel shame at how wet you are, but you can't. He feels too good inside of you.

"Kylian!" you scream, your orgasm rolling over you.

"Putain," he groans, his thrusts becoming slower. "merde, such a tight little pussy." He grunts, his fingers digging into your thigh. "I can't wait to make you a mom." He growls, his hips slamming against you.

"Please," you moan, your pussy clenching around him. "Fill me. Please fill me."

He groans, his hips bucking against you as he thrusts hard into you. "You want my cum?" he taunts, his hands moving to your stomach to rub your skin. "You want my cum in that pretty pink pussy?"

"Yes," you moan, your pussy clenching around him. "Please. I need it. I need your cum in me."

His thrusts becoming harder. You feel him swell inside of you, his cock throbbing as he fucks you. "Yeah," he grunts. "I'm gonna fucking give it to you. My wife, my lover." He moans, his fingers digging into your stomach. "My future baby momma."

You moan, your pussy clenching around him as you feel him swell inside of you. "Holy shit!" you scream, your pussy clenching around him as his cum fills you. You feel it hit the back of your pussy, his cock pulsating inside of you as he cums. "Oh fuck!" you cry out, your pussy milking him for more. You feel his cum fill you up, and you know you're dripping with it.

He thrusts a few more times, neck straining as he empties himself into you. Then he stills, his head dropping forward to rest on your chest. "Mon amour," he murmurs, his breathing ragged. "Tu es parfaite."

You smile, running your hand over his hair. "Je t'aime." you murmur, your voice soft.

He smiles, his lips moving up to kiss you. He kisses you hard and deep, his hands moving to hold you against him. "I'm so glad I'm your husband " he murmurs, his voice soft. "You're all mine." He nuzzles into your neck and you feel him smile against you. "And now," he murmurs, his hands sliding down your body to cup your stomach. "both of you will be mine." His hands rub your skin, and you feel yourself melt.

The intensity of the moment lingers in the room, a mixture of passion and tenderness surrounding you both. Kylian's breath warms your skin as he nuzzles into your neck, his fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, and you let out a contented sigh.

"Are you happy?" he whispers, his voice soft and full of love.

You nod, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "I am," you say, your voice equally tender. "I couldn't ask for more."

He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Because I want to give you everything."

The love in his eyes makes your heart flutter, and you reach up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his skin. "You already have," you reply softly.

His cock is still hard inside of you, his cum dripping from your pussy. He rolls you over and you feel him settle between your legs again. "Kylian," you moan, his lips trailing a line up your neck. "I can't again." You gasp, your pussy clenching around him.

He chuckles, his lips moving down to your chest. "don't worry baby," he murmurs, his lips moving over your skin. "I'm just plugging you up. Wouldn't want any of my cum leaking out." He murmurs, his lips moving down to your stomach.

You stay like that for God knows how long, his cock filling you up as his some of his cum drips out of you. He holds you against him, his hands stroking your skin as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His lips trail over your skin, his breath dancing across your neck and collarbone. You feel yourself relax, his touch melting into you like a second skin. "Je t'aime," he murmurs.

"Je t'aime aussi," you reply, your voice soft. "Forever." You murmur, your eyes drifting closed.

"Forever," he echoes, his voice soft. You feel his lips press against your skin, before everything goes black. And you're left with the hope of a baby growing inside of you. Your husband's seed growing in your belly, his child.

He follows with a smile on his face.

-Bianca🌻

[aloobadu]

Never stops talking

[spidybaby]

The "A" Team

Summary: Kylian needs your help to get out of an awkward situation.

Warnings: none ❤️

Kylian was impatient, knee bouncing as a sign of it.

He was in a PSG meeting, all the players needed to be there for a very long talk about the new season changes with Luis Enrique.

Kylian was leaving, but that didn't mean he wasn't forced to go. He tried his best to get out of there.

He wasn't going to be there for the new season, so why was he there?

Hakimi and him were making jokes and messing with Ousmane and Fabian. Earning a few glares from the technical team and making them stop.

He needed a plan, he wanted to get out of there. He was thinking about taking a nap, he felt tired.

"Don't yawn again, you're making me yawn." Achraf hit him with his arm. "Why are you even here for? You're fired."

"I'm not fired." He says, the sassy tone makes Achraf smile. "I put up my two weeks."

"Six months better say." Ousmane joins. "Kylian Saint Germain ain't going to be Kylian Saint Germain anymore." He jokes, sad that at the end his friend will leave the team.

Kylian laugh, he can't deny that he will miss the team, the trainers, the family he created there, and people who he will forever love.

When they give them a few minutes to get something to eat or drink at the little table they set for that, Kylian got an idea.

You were home, resting from a flue. You were free to help him to get out of there. Maybe if you called him he can fake an emergency.

He texted you, ready to settle the plan and make it work in the next fifteen minutes he has to use his phone and to eat something.

You were doing some tv marathon, watching Sponge Bob while eating some popcorn. When your phone rings, you check that kylian was asking you to call him in five and ask him to pick you up.

You smile, he was bored and helpless with the talk.

Credit of the pic to: @kylianmbappee, thank you for letting me use it for this ❤️✨️

You continue watching Sponge Bob, waiting for the time to go. When you checked if the five minutes passed, you were ready to act.

Kylian was with Achraf, Fabian and Luis Enrique when his phone rang, he smiled. "Lover boy can't spend a moment without his lady." Fabian says.

"C'mon, let us say hi to our favorite girl." Achraf jokes. He always request to talk to you and mess with you over the phone.

"Let me put her on speaker." He smiles, he knows the show is about to start. "Bonjour, bébé."

"Kylian, oh my God, please, I need you." You fake cry, it sounds so real that he almost forgets about your plan. "I don't know what happened, I don't have anyone to call, please come. I don't want to be alone here, ky please."

The looks of the three men is a poem, the worried eyes, and open mouths. They're down.

"Joder, where is she?" Fabian says, he's very much worried about you. "Joder, Ky you need to go."

He was about to turn to where they were seated when you kept going.

"Kylian, please hurry. I need you here." You cry harder this time.

"Kylian, go. This meeting can wait." Luis pushed him to the door. They all are worried. "Hurry, go."

He takes the speaker off, you still acting up and crying for help. He asks you where you are, pretending to be worried, and he wins a few glares of people around them.

"I'm on my way, amour, wait please." He grabs his coat, Achraf is asking him is he needs a ride, he shake his head no. "Don't hang up, I'm on my way."

"Text me when you're with her." Hakimi pats his back as he runs to the door. "Be safe."

He exited the club quickly, telling his driver to take him home. Once they're two blocks away from the club he laughs.

"You're such a great actress. If you want, I can get you a role on a show." He jokes with you. "I'll be home in a few, mon amour."

"Bring me some boneless and a soda, a big one, like really big." You say, hungry after that big role you pull. "And some dessert, maybe two pieces of cake." You exaggerate.

"Everything for you, I'll be there as soon as I get your things."

You smile knowing that your role was good and you will have your man all the evening with you.

While he gets back to you, you are still streaming Sponge Bob, realizing and thinking about what a krabby patty taste like.

"Amour, I'm home."

You turn your head to him, getting up and walking to him with your arms open, ready to greet your lover.

"Hello, Mister Mbappé, I heard your girlfriend had a thing going on, poor girl. She's really unstable." You kiss him, smirking about your joke.

"She is, but you know what they say, the crazier the better." He kisses you again, pecking your lips many times until he pulls away.

"I got you your wings and your cake, plus the biggest soda I could purchase." He hug you from the back, pointing at all the things he got you.

You two sit down to watch a movie, not thinking much about the day or the meeting.

"Hakimi just texted me, he's asking if I'm okay." You show him the text. "I'm just going to ignore it for the day."

"Yeah, I left my phone on airplane mode." He smirks. "I'm spending some time with my fav member of our A team."

"We're an A team." You smile, hugging him while cuddling on the couch.

🪷🪷🪷

[rmadridfanclub]

Judebappé 😐🤌🏾

(The last two pics are from another match)

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[mbebe-fc]

hold the baby gently

[zombvic]

FOOTBALL MASTERLIST ꩜.ᐟ

୨୧ - fluff , ♡ - smut , ☆ - angst , ꩜ - smau

FC BARCELONA

marc guiu (i will NOT change him to chelsea ..) :

super rich kids , pt.2- ୨୧ ꩜

- in which fans notice a familiar footballer in the likes of their favorite "super (humble) rich kid"

mr. lewandowski - ୨୧

- in which the polish barcelona player finds out his daughter is dating his teammate

hector fort :

plus one - ☆

- in which hector gets invited to a team event, which comes with a certain challenge

pablo gavi :

soon to be added !!

joao felix :

kisses to my exes - ୨୧ ꩜

- in which y/n & joão soft launch their relationship as a response to their exes dating rumors

JUVENTUS FC

kenan yildiz :

eye to eye - ୨୧

- in which y/n and a certain turkish-german football player dont see eye to eye

i'd be yours if you'd ask - ୨୧ ☆

- in which y/n ghosts the turkish footballer during their "situationship" whilst talking to another football player

REAL MADRID

jude bellingham :

yassified - ୨୧ ꩜

- in which y/n & jude share silly banter on social media

patriotic - ୨୧☆

- in which y/n is a true patriot to her country

kylian mbappé :

soon to be added !!

MANCHESTER UNITED

mason mount :

blue is the color - ୨୧

- in which y/n and mason argue about their newborn babys favorite football team

three's a party - ୨୧ ꩜

- in which the beloved couple announce they're expecting a baby

[camav1nga]

REAL MADRID yearly highlights | 2024 was good

[u6is]

"i fucked my way up to the top this is my show"

summary: as a stripper at a buzzing nightclub, you’re drawn into a tantalizing challenge when kylian demands someone "truly unforgettable," pushing you to test the limits of desire and control.

anora inspired one shot!

note: this story is entirely fictional and not meant to glorify or romanticize harmful behaviour.

—kylian mbappé x reader: smut

Madrid at night is a symphony of freedom, a dance of lights and shadows where the city bares its soul.

The air was thick with the scent of cologne and perfume, the walls painted in a haze of cigarette smoke and sweat. The dim lights and strobe effects of the club where you worked cast shadows that danced with the beat of the music, creating a world both seductive and a little dangerous.

It was your kind of place.

Your eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for the one that would signal the start of your night's performance.

As a lap dancer, you had mastered the art of reading the room, knowing exactly when and where to make your move, your confidence cloaked in the dim glow of the club's lights.

The job was far from perfect, but you couldn’t deny the way it made you feel. Working as a sex worker in the city’s electrifying nightclubs gave you a sense of confidence and control that was hard to find elsewhere. It wasn’t just about the money, though keeping the bills paid on time certainly helped—it was about owning your power in a world that often tried to take it away.

It was about making ends meet, one performance at a time.

The thumping bass of the music vibrated through the soles of your towering stilettos, setting the tempo for your hunt.

You spotted a man in the corner, nursing a whiskey neat, his tie loosened just enough to hint at the day's conquests. His eyes followed you as you approached, a spark of curiosity igniting in his gaze. He looked lonely, a perfect candidate for the kind of intimate escape you offered.

You flashed him a coy smile, your voice dripping with flirtation.

"Want to have some fun on the private chairs?" you teased, the question laced with a playful edge, like a trap expertly set. He nodded, reaching for your hand as you led him toward the chair, falling into your trap without a moment's hesitation.

He sat down, his eyes locked on yours, as you began to circle him, the fabric of your dress whispering against his skin.

As you danced, you could feel his breath quicken, and his pupils dilate. You moved closer, your movements more deliberate and sensual, the air between you crackling with energy. Your hands traced the contours of your body, a silent story of temptation and desire. The man's eyes never left yours, his grip tightening on the chair's arms as you leaned in, your breath warm against his ear. You felt his heart race, a silent symphony that only you could hear.

You executed your routine with the precision of a seasoned professional, each move calculated to elicit a gasp or a moan. Your hips swayed to the beat of the music, your hands gliding over the fabric that barely contained your curves.

With a seductive twirl, you began to strip the dress from your body, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of your smooth, bare skin. His eyes grew wide with anticipation as the dress slipped lower, exposing the lacy lingerie that matched the fiery red of your lips.

As the dress pooled around your ankles, you stepped closer and straddled his lap, your legs encasing him in a warm embrace. You could feel his heart pound through the fabric of his tailored suit as your thighs pressed against his. Your hands roamed over your body, tracing the path of your curves, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

With the dress fully removed, you started your work, grinding on him with a rhythm that was as old as time itself. His eyes were glued to yours, pupils dilated with lust as your hips moved in slow, tantalizing circles. You felt the heat radiating from his body, the tension building in the air as you leaned back, your hands on his shoulders for balance. Your breasts, freed from their lacy confines, bounced with each movement, taunting him with every delicious inch of exposed skin.

The music grew louder, the lights dimmer, as you lost yourself in the dance, your body moving in perfect harmony with the pulsating beat. You leaned forward, your hair cascading around his face like a fiery waterfall as your mouth hovered just above his. You could feel the heat of his breath, the moistness of his lips, and the desperate need in his eyes. The grind grew more intense, your movements more deliberate as you felt him growing hard beneath you.

As the song reached its crescendo, he pulled out a crisp bill, placing it on the string of your panties with a trembling hand. You took the offering with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, your eyes never leaving his. With a flick of your hips, the bill fluttered away, joining the others that had found their home in the elastic band of your underwear. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze filled with a mix of admiration and hunger.

The man's eyes were glued to your every motion, his mouth slightly parted in anticipation. You knew the effect you had on him, had seen it countless times before.

As you were about to finish your lap dance with him, he started touching you inappropriately. His hands were like iron bars, gripping your thighs and sliding upwards. The music was so loud that you weren't sure if he'd even heard your firm "no" the first time you whispered it into his ear.

You sweetly put his hands away, looking into his eyes with a smile that didn't quite reach your own.

"Remember," you said, your voice a soft purr that was almost lost in the bass of the music, "touching can cost you more of what you pay to me." His expression faltered for a moment, surprise and confusion playing across his features.

You leaned in closer, so close that your breath was hot on his skin, and whispered again, "It's all part of the experience, darling. But you need to respect the boundaries if you want to enjoy the show."

No touching from the client, just grinding against them. That was the rule, all part of the dance. The unspoken contract between you two that existed only in the confines of the club.

Thanking him sweetly, you bent over, your breasts brushing against his face, and whispered, "Thank you, darling," making sure the sweetness in your voice was as genuine as the warmth that emanated from your smile.

Finally, you pulled back, leaving him gasping for air, and with a playful wink, you dismounted his lap.

You sauntered away, leaving the man in a daze of desire, before disappearing into the throngs of the club. The night was still young, and you had more clients to attend to.

Each dance was a performance, a chance to escape the mundane and immerse yourself in a world of passion and power.

After a string of lap dances with eager men, you decided to take a brief respite, slipping into the dressing room to freshen up. The cool air was a stark contrast to the heat of the stage, and you took a deep breath, savouring the quietude. The mirror reflected your flushed cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes, evidence of the rush that came from the dance. You applied a fresh coat of crimson lipstick, ensuring that it remained as vibrant as the passion you stirred in your audience.

Inside, the manager, a man named Alejandro, spotted you and hurried over. His eyes widened with a mix of excitement and apprehension, as if he had seen a ghost or had a secret he couldn't wait to spill. You felt a flicker of curiosity as he approached, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

"Tonight, we’ve got someone big. An important client," he started, his voice low despite the pounding music. "He specifically asked for the most beautiful girl in the club," he added, a sly smile playing on his lips. "And let’s just say, he’s ready to pay more than you can imagine." He leaned in closer, the minty warmth of his breath brushing against your ear.

You took a step back, crossing your arms over your chest.

"And you chose me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, a challenge in your tone.

Alejandro nodded, his eyes scanning you up and down.

"You're the best we've got." he said, his voice sticky with flattery. "He wants someone truly unforgettable."

After hearing Alejandro mention the pay, you couldn’t help but think about how much money this could be. The sum was tempting, a figure that could make a real difference. It wasn’t just about the job. It was about the money, the kind that could take care of everything for a while.

You tilted your head, curiosity creeping into your voice. "Who is he?"

Alejandro hesitated, glancing over his shoulder before leaning in closer. "The place is full of football players tonight," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was told... it's for Mbappé."

A flicker of surprise crossed your face, but you quickly masked it. The thrill that had been simmering under the surface now burned brighter, and you couldn’t help but smirk.

Truly unforgettable, huh?

The dressing room was a whirlwind of glitter and naked skin as the other dancers prepped for the night.

They all knew what it meant when the VIP section called for a private performance. A few of them shot you envious glances, but you didn't blame them.

Performing for someone like a football player was a golden opportunity—not just for the pay, but for the story it would make.

You slipped into your costume, a seductive ensemble that clung to your curves like a lover's embrace. Each bead and sequin had been meticulously placed to dazzle and distract.

The music grew louder as Alejandro returned to lead you through the curtains to the VIP area. The crowd was a sea of faces, all blending into one hungry gaze.

There, in the corner, sat Mbappé, surrounded by his teammates—his eyes locked onto you as if you were the only person in the room.

You could feel the weight of their gaze as it landed on you. Alejandro gave you a tap on the back before walking away, leaving you to introduce yourself.

"Hi, I'm Bella," you said, your stage name rolling off your tongue.

"Kylian," he replied, taking your hands in a firm handshake.

Kylian's eyes were like pools of molten chocolate, rich and inviting. You could feel the intensity in his gaze, commanding and powerful, just like his presence on the pitch—a football God, intimidating and dominating.

"These are my teammates," he said, gesturing to the group of muscular men surrounding him. "Vini, Jude, and Brahim." Each one greeted you with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

With a casual confidence that only the truly talented possess, you perched on the velvet chair beside Kylian, your bare legs crossing elegantly. He leaned back, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he offered you a shot of something potent and clear. You took the glass with a grace that seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, your fingers brushing against his in a fleeting, electric touch.

"To an unforgettable night," he toasted, his French accent wrapping around the words like a lover's embrace.

The night grew hotter as the drinks flowed and the conversation grew more intimate. Kylian was surprisingly charming, his arrogance tempered by a wit that made you laugh. The tension between you was a dance of its own, a delicate interplay of power and allure that neither of you could ignore. His hand hovered near yours, the air crackling with the potential of a touch that never quite came.

His fingers brushed against your skin as he reached for the champagne bottle, and the spark that ignited was undeniable. You felt your body lean into him, craving more of his attention, and he didn't disappoint. His touch grew bolder, tracing the curve of your arm, the line of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Each caress was a question, and your body responded with a silent "yes."

The music seemed to pulse in time with your racing heart, the bass a seductive whisper in your ear that told you to let go.

The strobe lights painted the room in flashes of light and shadow, playing across Kylian's chiseled features. His eyes never left yours, darkening with a hunger that mirrored your own. His hand slid down to rest on your thigh, the heat of his palm searing through the fabric of your costume. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the restrained power of a man who was used to getting what he wanted. But tonight, you were in control.

You leaned in closer, an idea sparking in your mind. "You know I'm just here to dance, right?" you whispered against his ear, your voice teasing. "Would you like a private performance?" His smirk deepened, and his eyes darkened with desire.

"Well, since you're special," he said, his voice low, "we can go to a private room."

You stood, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the music that was now your heartbeat. You led him through a hidden door, away from the prying eyes of the club.

The room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the neon chaos outside. A plush, velvet couch dominated the space, surrounded by mirrors that reflected the desire in his eyes as he watched you. The air was thick with the scent of money and the promise of something more.

You pushed Kylian to the couch with surprising strength, your eyes never leaving his. The fabric whispered against his skin as he settled into the embrace of the velvet, his expression a mix of excitement and curiosity. The private room was yours to command, and you knew exactly what to do with it. The music from the club pounded through the walls, setting the tempo for the dance that was about to unfold.

With the grace of a seasoned seductress, you began to strip away your layers. Each movement was deliberate, a tease that made his eyes follow the trail of your fingers. Your top fell away, revealing a lacy bra that barely contained the fullness of your breasts. His gaze lingered there, a silent plea for more, and you granted it, spinning to showcase your body's curves under the dim lights.

The music grew louder, a heartbeat that matched the rhythm of your hips as you danced closer to Kylian. You could see the desire etched on his face, a hunger that made your pulse quicken. Each step was a challenge, a promise of what was to come. Your skirt slid to the floor, leaving you in nothing but the scanty underwear that left little to the imagination.

With a seductive smile, you straddled his lap, your legs wrapping around him like a serpent coiling around its prey.

The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the cool air of the room, and you relished the control you held over him.

Your breath hitched as you began to grind against him.

That control slipped away the moment you felt him.

You felt him, harder and larger than you had anticipated, straining against the fabric of his tailored pants. It was a pleasant surprise, one that sent a shiver of excitement down your spine.

In all the time you’d spent in this line of work, you’d never come across a man quite like Kylian.

As you moved against him, your body seemingly of its own accord, you felt the heat build within you. You were no stranger to the art of the tease, but there was something about his unabashed hunger that had you craving more.

Each rock of your hips sent a jolt of pleasure through your core, and you found yourself losing yourself in the dance, forgetting that this was a performance for his entertainment.

You felt his hands grip your hips, guiding you closer, urging you to grind harder against his growing erection. Your breath grew ragged, and you could feel the wetness between your thighs.

Kylian's smirk grew wider as he whispered, "Looks like you're the one enjoying this." His hand slid down your bare back, the heat of his palm sending shockwaves through your body. You met his gaze, a silent challenge in your eyes.

You didn’t just dance for the men; you danced for the power, the thrill of the hunt. But something about Kylian was different—his confidence, his unabashed desire, and the way he made you feel.

With a flick of your wrist, you began to undo the clasp of your bra. The fabric fell away, revealing your full breasts, the cool air nipping at your sensitive skin.

Your hand slid down to his waistband, your fingers lingering on the button of his pants. With a knowing smile, you deftly undid it, and the zipper whispered open. The anticipation in the room was thick, a palpable force that seemed to thrum through the air.

His cock sprang free, standing proud and thick between his legs, a testament to his arousal.

You knew you were breaking the rules, you knew you were pushing the limits, doing something you weren’t meant to.

Alejandro had made it clear—your job was to dance, keeping things strictly professional with the client fully clothed.

But with Kylian, there was something about him that made you want to throw the rules out the window.

He watched you with an intensity that made you feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. His hands traveled up your thighs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just beneath the edge of your g-string. The heat of his touch was like a brand, leaving you marked, claimed.

You leaned in, your breasts grazing his chest as you whispered in his ear, "Is this what you want, Kylian?"

His breath hitched, his eyes never leaving yours as he replied, "More."

You slid off his lap, the loss of contact leaving a trail of electricity in its wake.

Turning your back to Kylian, you took your time with the g-string, the lacy fabric clinging to your hips before finally releasing its grip.

You bent over with deliberate slowness, giving him an ample view of your rounded ass and the soft curves of your back. The room grew quieter than you had ever heard it, the music from the club outside muffled by the thick walls and the thunder of your pulse in your ears.

You positioned yourself in front of him, straddling him once again but this time facing away. You felt his eyes widen, his breath quicken as you bent over, your hands planted firmly on his knees. The coolness of the room kissed your bare skin as you arched your back, your breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.

He wasted no time. Kylian’s strong hands reached around, cupping your breasts, his thumbs teasing your erect nipples. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your eyes fluttering shut.

His touch was firm, possessive, sending waves of heat through your body. Then, without warning, his hand slid down to your ass, giving it a gentle smack. The sound echoed in the quiet room, a sharp contrast to the gentle caresses that had come before.

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. His pupils were dilated, his jaw clenched with need. You smirked, feeling the power shift in your favor. Slowly, you began to grind your bare sex against his cock again, feeling the thickness of him, the veins pulsing against your wetness.

With each rock of your hips, you could see the restraint in his face falter, the desire taking over. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he matched your rhythm.

And then, without warning, he grabbed you by the neck, pulling you towards him with a strength that was as surprising as it was exhilarating. You gasped as he yanked you closer, your back arching against his chest. The sudden change in dynamic made your heart race even faster, a thrill of danger mixed with the sweetness of power.

In the mirror, you saw the reflection of his cock, standing tall and proud against your cunt. Your own moan was a sweet symphony in the quiet room, a sound that seemed to resonate in every corner, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

"Bounce on my cock and I'll double your pay," Kylian murmured into your ear, his hands tightening around your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the pulse of his erection, the heat of it begging for more.

You smirked, looking at him in the mirror.

"Triple." you countered, your voice steady and confident. The challenge in your eyes was clear.

Without a word, Kylian's grip tightened, and he positioned himself beneath you. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the air thick with it. He didn't need to guide you; your body knew exactly what to do. You hovered above him, feeling the tip of his erection pressing against your wetness, the promise of pleasure so close it was almost painful.

The tip of him alone was enough to make your toes curl, your eyes roll back. He groaned, his breath hot against your neck, and you felt his hands clench into fists as he fought to hold back.

You lowered yourself, the warmth of him spreading through your core as you took him in, inch by glorious inch. The room spun around you as you adjusted to his size, the pressure building like a crescendo in a symphony of pleasure.

Your eyes closed involuntarily, the sensation overwhelming, and your mouth formed an 'O' of surprise. Kylian was indeed more than you had expected, and you felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come. His grip on your neck tightened as you began to move, a silent reminder of who was in control.

The first few bounces were tentative, both of you feeling the newness of this connection. His cock stretched you, filled you in a way that made you feel both deliciously full and insatiably hungry for more. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate balance between pleasure and pain that you rode with the finesse of a seasoned performer.

With each downward thrust, your eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensation of Kylian’s cock claiming your body. His size was a revelation, a symphony of sensation that sent your nerve endings into a frenzy of pleasure. The room around you melted away, leaving only the two of you in the dimly lit cocoon of the private room. The music from the club was a distant murmur, the cheers of his teammates a muffled echo in the back of your mind.

As you adjusted to the delicious stretch of him inside you, your movements grew erratic, driven by instinct rather than the practiced grace of your usual routine. Your breasts bounced with the rhythm, your nipples peaked and sensitive to every brush of fabric and gust of air. Kylian's hand on your neck held you firmly in place, a reminder of the power dynamics at play, while his other hand slid down your body to find your clit.

You gasped as his thumb began to circle the swollen bud, his touch surprisingly tender despite the firmness of his grip. The dual sensation of his cock filling you and his fingers teasing you was almost too much to handle. You felt your walls tighten around him, desperate for the release that was building with every stroke.

In the mirror, Kylian watched as his cock disappeared into the folds of your sex, only to reappear with a wet slap as you bounced back up. The sight was erotic, a visual testament to the power dynamics at play. You could see the hunger in his eyes, the need to claim you fully, but it was your own reflection that held your gaze—the way your body moved, the arch of your back, the way your breasts bobbed with each thrust. You were in control, even as his hands and his cock worked in tandem to drive you closer to the edge.

Suddenly, his grip shifted from your neck to your face, turning your head so that you had to look at him.

Kylian's eyes bore into yours, the smugness in them replaced with a primal need that made your knees weak. His lips crashed into yours, claiming your mouth with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. You kissed him back, your teeth grazing his lower lip, tasting the mint from the drinks you had shared earlier. The kiss was messy, all tongues and teeth, a battle of dominance and submission.

As your bodies moved in unison, his hand guiding your hips, your moans grew louder, mingling with the muffled bass from the club outside. You felt him swell within you, his grip tightening as he approached his climax. You matched his pace, desperate to feel the explosion of pleasure that was building between your legs. His thumb circled your clit with increasing pressure, his other hand keeping your face angled towards his, the kiss growing more demanding with each passing second.

You could feel yourself losing control, your body begging for release. The pressure built, coiling in your belly. And then, it hit you—a wave of ecstasy so intense it took your breath away. Your cunt clenched around him, and you threw your head back, your cries echoing through the room. Kylian's own release followed closely behind, his body shuddering with the force of it.

For a moment, time stood still as you rode the crest of pleasure. His grip loosened, and you leaned into him, his warmth enveloping you. The room was a blur of lights and shadows, the music a distant throb that matched the rhythm of your pulse.

As the intensity of the orgasm began to wane, you felt your legs wobble, the muscles in your thighs protesting from the exertion of the dance you'd just shared.

You slowly slid off him, your legs shaking from the effort.

Kylian's grip on your hips was the only thing that kept you upright, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in French, his accent thick with lust.

You looked down to see Kylian's cock, still hard and glistening with your wetness, the proof of your passionate performance.

The room spun around you, a kaleidoscope of color and light, the aftermath of the erotic dance you'd just shared.

He stepped away and stood up to pull his pants back on, the fabric whispering against his skin as he tucked himself away.

You took a moment to admire his physique, the power and grace of an athlete honed to perfection.

The sight of him doing up his zipper brought you back to reality with a jolt, the starkness of the act a stark contrast to the intimacy of the moment.

Kylian reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of euros. You watched, your breath still ragged. He held out the money to you, but before you could take it, he bent down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering just long enough to leave a warm imprint on your skin.

"Let's do it again sometime," he murmured, his voice a mix of satisfaction and a hint of something deeper, something that made your stomach flip. Then, with a final squeeze of your thigh, he stepped away, leaving you on the couch, naked and smiling.

happy new year 🥳

[the-offside-rule]

Kylian Mbappe (Paris-Saint Germain) - Midnight

Requested: yes

Prompt: 8) One of the parents waking up to tend to the baby

Warnings: nope

Baby Prompts

In the cozy darkness of their bedroom, Kylian and Y/n stirred from their slumber as the faint cries of their newborn daughter echoed through the monitor on the bedside table. With a soft groan, Y/n reached out to nudge Kylian awake."Kylian." He hummed in response. "Babe, it's your turn." She whispered, her voice laced with exhaustion. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, Kylian nodded, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He slipped out of bed, the cool floor greeting his bare feet as he made his way to the nursery down the hall.

As he entered the room, the soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the scene before him. Their daughter lay in her crib, tiny fists clenched as she whimpered in distress. Kylian's heart swelled with love and determination as he scooped her up into his arms. "Shh, my little one, Papa's here." He cooed, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. With practiced ease, he cradled her against his chest, rocking her gently back and forth. Drawing upon his repertoire of French lullabies, Kylian began to sing softly, the words weaving a comforting spell around them both. The gentle rhythm of his voice seemed to work its magic, as their daughter's cries gradually softened into quiet whimpers.

With careful movements, Kylian prepared a bottle of warm milk, ensuring it was just the right temperature before offering it to their daughter. As she eagerly latched onto the bottle, he couldn't help but marvel at the tiny miracle in his arms. "You're doing great, ma petite." He murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. For what felt like an eternity, Kylian remained by her side, whispering words of love and reassurance until her eyelids grew heavy with sleep. With a contented sigh, she finally drifted off into peaceful slumber, her tiny chest rising and falling in rhythm with his own heartbeat.

As Kylian emerged from the nursery and returned to their bedroom, he found Y/n watching him with a mixture of amusement and affection. "What?" He asked as he climbed into the bed beside her. "Looks like someone's turned into a softie." She teased, a playful glint in her eyes. Kylian chuckled softly, slipping back under the covers. "Maybe just a little." He sighed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. "But only for our little princess." He confessed, his voice filled with warmth. With a shared smile, they settled back into bed, the soft glow of the moonlight bathing them in its gentle embrace. In that moment, surrounded by love and the quiet hum of their home, they knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

[footballfanficwriter]

Absent

Summary:where Kylian promises his son to be there for his match but doesn't show

Maman ou est papa" ( Mom where is Dad?")

"Je ne sais pas, ma chérie" ( I don't know my darling))

Kylian was supposed to be here by now, Théo is playing today after being on the bench because of an injury, Kylian promised he would be there but I don't think he will

I try calling him for the 5th time today and it goes straight to voicemail

I sigh and look at my son whose putting his cleats on

"Is he coming?"

"I don't think so Théo"

He looks at me with a sad look that I instantly want to remove from his face

He hugs me tightly and I hug him back, I then pull away and look at him, then wipe away the tears that have escaped his eyes

"Je suis la, amour" ( I'm here, love)

"Ok Maman, je t'aime beaucoup" ( ok mom, I love you so much)

"Je t'aime beaucoup aussi Théo" (I love you so much as well Théo)

"I don't want to go"

"C'mon, you'll do great"

"But he's not here"

"Yeah, but I am, do it for me, can you play for me today Théo?"

"Ok, I'll play for you mom"

"Merci, ok now go"

He hands me his bag and waves at me, I wave back at him and give him a smile

I make my way to the stands and watch Théo, I pick my phone up and try to call Kylian again, maybe he can make it just in time before the second half, but it's no use it goes straight to voicemail again

The match starts and I put my phone away giving up on calling Kylian, I just want to focus on my son's match

The first half goes on and I see Théo look my way, then the empty seat next to me

He looks sad, angry and frustrated

The ref blows the whistle indicating that the second half has begun

Théo, sprints to the opponent and manages to get the ball

He passes it to one of his teammates then his teammate passes back to him, he dribbles past the defender and shoots the ball, then scores

He celebrates and points to me,blows a kiss towards me then makes a heart

I stand up and clap for him and he mouths "I love you mom"

I mouth back to him, "I love you too Théo"

By the 90th minute Théo's team has won 5-0 and Théo has scored 3 goals and assisted in the other 2

After the match he walks up to me and I hand him his water bottle

"Good job honey I'm so proud of you"

"Thanks mom"

I pick him up and he lays his head on my shoulder

"Can we please go home now"

"Ok, let's go"

I walk to the car and put him in the back seat, we then drive home in silence, and I'm occasionally glancing back to see him with a sad look on his face

"Théo"

"Maman?"

"Are you hungry?"

"No, I just wanna go home"

"Do you want to play FC24, when we get home?"

"No, I'm just tired, I think I'm going to sleep"

I give him a look that says really

"After I take a bath"

"Don't you want to spend some time with me, we can watch cars, or monsters inc., any movie you want to watch"

"Yeah, maybe after my nap"

"Ok, hey you know I was thinking maybe we can make cookies, do you want to help?"

"Not today mom, I don't think I'm in the mood"

"Ok, do you want me to help you with your bath?"

"No, I'm a big boy, I can do it myself"

"Ok"

The rest of the car ride is silent until we get home

Théo, gets out of the car and walks into the house while dragging his bag with him

I sigh and walk into the house and find his cleats and shoes placed neatly in the little shoe cupboard, usually I have to tell him to it, but today seems different

I go to the kitchen and get started on dinner

"Maman"

"Mhm?"

"Can you please help me"

I turn around, and see Théo struggling to take his shirt off

I slightly chuckle and walk towards him to help him

"What happened to the big boy?"

"He needs his mom's help"

"Clearly"

I help him take his shirt off then carry him to the bathroom, then open the taps making sure that the water is the right temperature for him, I then add his favorite bubble bath into the water, and he gets in

He puts some bubbles on his hair and starts playing with his bath toys

"What type of big boy plays with toys in the bath?"

"Ok fine, I'm still a small boy"

I chuckle and start bathing him, afterwards I wrap him up in a towel then carry him to his room and place him on the bed, and start taking out some clothes

He moisturizes himself then put on the clothes that I laid out for him

"Do you still want to take your nap"

He nods his head in a tired way and climbs onto his bed, grabs a thrower and lays his head on the pillow, I kiss his forehead and he smiles saying

"Thank you mommy"

"You're welcome Théo"

I walk out of his room and go back to the kitchen to continue making dinner

After 2 hours I hear the front door open, he's here

He walks into the kitchen and looks at me but I ignore his gaze

"Ça va, amour"

"Amour"

"Ma chérie"

He walks closer to me but i move away

"Lassie Moi" I say (leave me alone)

"C'est quoi le problème?" He asks ( what's the matter?)

"Ah bon, t'es sérieuse, Kylian" I ask ( really, are you serious Kylian?)

"C'est quoi c'est pas" ( what happened?")

"C'est ton fils, il est triste" I say ( it's your son, he's sad)

"Mais pourquoi" he asks (but why?)

"Pasque il son père" (because of his dad)

"Moi?" (Me?)

"Oui, toi" ( yes you)

"What did I do now?"

"So you didn't know that your son was playing today, after he told you two weeks ago and kept reminding you so you wouldn't forget"

He looks at me with shock, like I've just told him the most suprising news

"Mon Dieu, Kylian he even told you this morning before he went to school"

"He's match was today?"

I let out a frustrated sigh

"Where were you even, huh, and why was you phone going to voicemail everytime I tried calling you?"

"I was with Archaf, and I lost track of time"

"You lost track of time doing what?"

He's quiet

"What were you doing Kylian?"

"I was busy"

"You know what I don't even want to know, just get away from me"

"Where is Théo anyway"

"He's sleeping, he took a bath and went straight to bed"

I hear him sigh behind me

"I'm sorry"

"You're apologizing to the wrong person"

"Then I'll go and apologize to Théo"

"No he's asleep, don't wake him up"

"So what must I do then?"

"I don't care, just don't bother the child"

He goes upstairs and goes to our shared room, I the hear the shower taps, indicating that he's taking a shower

30 minutes later, I'm done making dinner and it seems Kylian is done taking his shower and he walks downstairs

I dish up 3 plates of food then go to the table and place them there

I then go upstairs to wake Théo up

"Théo"

"Amour"

He opens his eyes and looks at me

"Maman?"

"Ouies, c'est Moi amour, est que faim" (yeah it's me love, are you hungry?"

"Oui je faim" (yes, I'm hungry)

"On y va"(let's go)

I pick him up and we go downstairs,when we get to the dining table we find Kylian already there waiting for us, I place Théo in the seat next to me, where there's a plate of food

We eat dinner in silence until Kylian breaks it

"Théo"

"Papa"

"Je suis très désolé, mon fils"

"C'est bien papa"

"Ah bon?"

He nods his head

"But why were you not there, how come you didn't come to my match?" Théo asks with his voice slightly breaking

Kylian looks at me and I look at Théo

"I was busy" Kylian says

"With what"

"Théo, arrête ici c'est pas ton problème" (Théo, stop, this is not your problem"

"Ouies mais c'est mon problème" I say (yeah but it's my problem)

"Je travaillerai" he says ( I was working)

"Avec quoi?( with what?)

"Rien" ( nothing)

"T'es sérieuse, t'es fou ou quoi, t'es travaille avec rien?" (are you serious, are you mad or what, you were working with nothing?)

"Oui" he says (yes)

"You must think I'm an idiot"

"But I was working"

"Papa, s'il te plaît" Théo says (dad please)

"Théo, this is non of your business"

"Then why weren't you there?" Théo asks

"I was busy"(Kylian says)

"Théo, arrête je parle avec ton père, go to your room" I say ( Théo, stop, I'm talking to your dad)

He gets out of his seat and walks upstairs

"Are you serious, are you not going to tell me what you were so busy with that you had to miss your son's first match, after the injury he had?"

"All you need to know is that I was busy"

"Are you cheating on me?"

"What, no"

"Then what were you so busy with"

"Nothing"

"Fine, since you don't want to tell me, I'll be sleeping with Théo today" I say standing up from my seat, "you can sleep in the guest room or on the sofa, also do the dishes before you go to bed"

I walk upstairs and go to Théo's room

"C'mon, let's go" I say

"Where are we going?"

"To my room"

"Why?"

"You're sleeping with me"

"Can we watch movies and stay up all night"

"Yeah, we can"

"Can we start with Marvel movies"

"I was thinking the same thing"

We go back downstairs and pick out some snacks for the movie

"Not so many sweets Théo"

"Ok"

After picking some snacks and deciding what movies to watch, we go back upstairs to my room and put the movie on the TV

I tuck Théo into the bed and his tiny head sticks out from under the covers

"Maman?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Daddy going to leave us forever?"

"No, my love, he's not, me and your father are just having a bit of a disagreement"

"What's that?"

"It's when two people don't see eye to eye on something, but in the end they always work it out"

"You promise?"

"I promise Amour, now stop worrying about that and let's focus on the movie,ok?"

"Ok"

The rest of the night is spent watching movies till the early hours of the morning

Théo eventually falls asleep, cuddled up to me like I'm a teddy bear

I switch the TV off and kiss Théo's forehead and he snuggles into me, I close my eyes and fall asleep