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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 22

Giselle could feel Kylian's frustration from high up in the stands as he exited the pitch, his head hung low and his shoulders tense as they left prepared to leave North London three-nil down Arsenal.

Although Real Madrid still had a chance for redemption, there was no denying morale was incredibly low among the men.

Following behind a few of the wives and girlfriends that had accompanied their partners from Madrid to London, Giselle remained quiet as she trailed the women.

The transition from the stadium to the airport was fast and within a few hours of the loss, they were on their private jet, the mood heavy with disappointment. Giselle found herself seated next to Kylian, who stared blankly out of the window, the London skyline fading into the distance. She could sense the turmoil brewing beneath his stoic exterior; frustration mixed with regret played a symphony of emotions in the silence between them.

Giselle reached out, her hand brushing against his. "Hey," she whispered, drawing his gaze away from the clouds. "If you want to talk, we can."

Kylian turned to her, his piercing eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. “I know, but it hurts. I wanted to do better for the team.” His voice, usually confident, cracked slightly at the end, revealing the weight of his expectations.

She squeezed his hand, their fingers intertwining, grounding him in that moment. “You’ve given everything to be where you are and the man you are, and you’ll continue to shine. I believe in you.”

As the jet flew through the night sky, Giselle felt the tension begin to ease, if only slightly. Kylian’s breath steadied as he allowed himself to lean into her. She used this moment to pull him closer, her arm draping around his shoulder, offering warmth and solace as he tucked his face into the crease of her neck.

“I’ve got you,” she murmured softly, her breath brushing against his ear, stirring something deep within him. The jet’s soft hum cocooned them in a private world, far removed from the disappointment that lingered on the pitch.

Kylian's grip on her hand tightened, relishing the comfort she provided. “It’s just... I hate letting everyone down. Fans, teammates…” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Giselle could feel the unyielding pressure of his burdens, and she understood that sometimes, all he needed was an anchor to navigate the storm. “You’re human, Kylian. You’re allowed to stumble,” she reassured him, her fingers gently tracing patterns on the back of his hand.

As the cabin lights dimmed, a cocoon of intimacy enveloped them. The other couples settled into their conversations, but Giselle and Kylian remained wrapped in their own world. She could feel the tension easing around them, the atmosphere softening with every reassuring word exchanged.

“Thank you,” Kylian murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "For being here."

Giselle smiled softly, tilting his chin up so that their eyes met. "It’s where I want to be."

As the jet continued its smooth ascent into the night sky, Giselle could sense the change in Kylian. Slowly, beneath the weight of his disappointment, a flicker of something more vulnerable began to surface. She admired the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light, reflecting the soft glow like stars across an endless night.

"You know, sometimes I feel like I'm just in a performance," he confessed, his voice low, almost hesitant. "Like I'm always on show, always expected to win."

Giselle nodded in understanding. "But it’s okay to be real, to show emotions. You carry so much weight on those shoulders, Kylian," she replied, her tone soothing. "It's okay to feel lost sometimes."

He hesitated, his gaze drifting back to the window, the world outside now a swirl of darkness and distant city lights. Then he turned back to her, a small sense of resolve settling in. "I appreciate you saying that. It eases the pressure... just a little."

Giselle leaned closer, instinctively wanting to close the distance between them. Her heart quickened as he moved slightly, just enough for her to feel the warmth radiating off his body. "We all fall down," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it’s how we rise again that defines us, right?"

Kylian's breath hitched slightly as her words sunk in, and he found solace in her touch. "You always know the right things to say," he said, his tone softening as he held her gaze. The dim light from the cabin only accentuated the way her eyes sparkled with kindness and strength.

Suddenly, the heaviness of the night began to lift, replaced by a warmth that wrapped around them both. Giselle traced the contours of Kylian’s jaw and let her fingers linger. The connection between them deepened, the intimate moment cocooning them from the reality of disappointment outside.

“I have a confession,” Kylian said, his voice teasingly playful, the weight of their earlier conversation simmering beneath the surface. “Having you here is the best part of this miserable trip.”

Giselle chuckled softly, a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes. “So I’m your lucky charm?”

“More like my peace of mind,” his expression turned serious, but his gaze glimmered with something more. “I don’t know how I would manage all of this without you.”

She felt a delicious thrill run through her at the intensity of his gaze. They shared a charged silence, the air thick with emotion. As if an unspoken agreement had been made, they moved closer to each other.

“Giselle,” he whispered her name as if it were sacred, his lips inches from hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“Kiss me,” she dared softly, her heart racing at the vulnerability of the moment. The air around them crackled with anticipation, pulling them closer as if an invisible force had taken hold.

Kylian's gaze flicked from her eyes to her lips, his breath shallow and warm. The world around them faded into obscurity, leaving only the two of them suspended in this intimate bubble. It was as if time had come to a standstill, granting them this single moment of connection stripped of the noise and pressures that usually surrounded them.

He leaned in, the brush of his lips against hers igniting a spark that coursed through her veins. The kiss was tentative at first as if both were testing the waters, but it quickly deepened into something more profound, something that spoke of the unguarded emotions and burning desire.

Giselle felt the warmth of his hands cradling her face, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, the kiss growing more fervent and desperate as they lost themselves in each other. The taste of him—fresh and intoxicating—made her head spin, and she melted into him, surrendering to the undeniably fierce connection.

“I want you,” Kylian whispered, his hand slipping from her face to trace her jawline, exploring the contours of her skin as if she were the most fragile piece of art. His eyes burned with a mixture of desire and something deeper—an emotion that transcended mere attraction.

Giselle's heart raced in response to his words, a hunger igniting within her. She tilted her head back slightly, giving him further access, their lips brushing against each other, teasingly, with an urgency that told her he meant it. "When we get back to Madrid," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper steeped in desire.

“What if I don't want to wait?” Kylian asked, their eyes meeting as his hand found her jean-clad thigh.

“You have to,” Giselle whispered, her breath deepening as her nipples hardened against the silken cotton of her top.

Kylian's gaze darkened with a mix of frustration and longing, his fingers gently squeezing her thigh, setting her ablaze. “Why do you have to play by the rules? Let’s just let go of everything just this once.”

The tension crackled in the air between them, a heat rising that made Giselle’s heart race faster. “Because,” she leaned in closer, her lips ghosting over his, “you deserve more than rushed sex in a tiny bathroom.”

He breathed deeply, absorbing her words, and she could see him wrestling with the urge to give in to the reckless desire that was thrumming through them both.

The hour was late and Kylian was horny as they arrived back in Madrid, he barely bid his teammates a good night before he was dragging Giselle toward the car that awaited them.

His earlier frustrations had transpired into lust, and the desire to get completely lost in each other. The moment they were inside the car, Kylian's hands found her waist, pulling her close as the driver maneuvered through the city streets.

Giselle felt the heat of his body against hers, the tension from earlier dissolving into a palpable energy that promised something more. The silence in the backseat was thick with unspoken words, their breaths mingling in the confined space as Kylian's lips traveled from her cheek to her jawline, paying attention to every inch of her skin.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff with seduction, sending shivers down her spine. “Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”

Giselle's pulse quickened at his words, a thrill coursing through her veins. She could feel his breath against her neck as he continued to explore, trailing kisses downwards toward the neckline of her shirt.

“Aren't I always?” she teased, arching her back slightly, wanting more of his touch.

Kylian chuckled softly, a deep rumble in his chest that reverberated through her. “That’s true,” he admitted, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, drawing it up just enough to expose the soft skin. “Are you going to let me have my way with your body?”

“Ask me properly,” Giselle challenged playfully, her heart racing with excitement as she felt his fingers brush against her bare skin. The heat between them was palpable, a simmering tension that grew with every moment they shared in the back of the car. She relished the way he looked at her, with an intensity that made her feel both desired and empowered.

Kylian's eyes sparked with mischief, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Giselle,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, “will you let me have my way with your body tonight? I want to feel every part of you."

Her stomach fluttered at his words, stirring a hunger deep within her. “That’s better,” she replied, a teasing smile spreading across her lips. “But you need to do more than just ask nicely. Show me how much you want it.”

Kylian's expression darkened with desire, a heated look that made her pulse race. He tilted her chin upwards, capturing her gaze as he leaned in closer, their lips nearly brushing against one another. “I want you, Giselle. I want to explore every inch of you, to feel your body beneath mine, to pleasure you until you beg me to stop. Are you going to let me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, feeling the weight of his words send a shiver down her spine.

“When we get to the house, remove your clothes and wait for me in my bedroom,” Kylian instructed in a low, commanding voice, his gaze never wavering from hers. The heat radiating between them was electric, a potent mix of longing and urgency.

Giselle felt her heart race at his directive, a thrill coursing through her veins. “And what if I decide to tease you instead?” she challenged, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

“Do it and find out,” Kylian warned.

As they arrived at Kylian's house, the tension between them was palpable, a thick fog of desire that clung to their every move. The moment the car came to a stop, Kylian was out and pulling Giselle along with him, his grip firm and possessive.

Kylian led her upstairs, his hand never leaving her waist, guiding her through the darkened halls until they reached his bedroom.

He pushed open the door, revealing a spacious room dominated by a large, plush bed. The curtains were drawn, casting the space in a soft, intimate glow. Kylian turned to Giselle, his eyes burning with intensity as he took a step closer, backing her up against the closed door.

"Now," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "are you going to be a good girl and do as I asked, or do I need to remind you who's in charge?"

Giselle's breath caught in her throat as Kylian pressed her against the door, his strong body pinning her in place. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the underlying musk of his desire.

"I think," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and excitement, "I need a little reminder." She tilted her head to the side, exposing the long, graceful line of her neck, a silent invitation.

Kylian's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. "As you wish," he murmured, his hands sliding up her arms to grasp her wrists, pinning them above her head. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as he began to trail kisses along her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin.

Giselle gasped, her body arching instinctively into his touch. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, a promise of the pleasure to come.

His lips continued their assault on her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, marking her as his. One of his hands released her wrists to roam down her body, cupping her breast through the fabric of her shirt. His thumb brushed against her nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch.

"You're playing with fire, Giselle," Kylian growled against her skin, his voice thick with desire. "You know what happens when you tease me."

Giselle moaned softly, her head falling back against the door as she surrendered to his touch. "Show me," she whispered, her voice laced with a challenge. "Show me what happens when I push you too far."

Kylian's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity, a primal hunger consuming him. He stepped back, releasing her completely, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. "Strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Slowly."

Giselle's heart raced as she met his gaze, a thrill running through her at the dominance in his tone.

Reaching for the hem of her t-shirt, she pulled it up and over her head to reveal her breasts, her nipples hard and aching to be touched as she stood bare before him.

“Strip,” Kylian repeated.

Kylian's gaze raked over Giselle's exposed skin, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her. "Slowly," he reminded her, his voice a low growl. "I want to enjoy every inch of you."

Giselle's fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the button of her jeans, popping it open and sliding the zipper down. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, slowly peeling the denim down her legs, revealing the lacy panties that clung to her hips.

Kylian's breath hitched as he watched her, his eyes following the path of the jeans as they pooled around her ankles. "Step out of them," he ordered, his voice husky with want.

Giselle complied, kicking the jeans aside and standing before him in nothing but her underwear. The lace did little to conceal her curves, the fabric stretching taut over her hips and ass.

"Turn around," Kylian instructed, his gaze never leaving her body. "Slowly."

Giselle's heart raced as she turned slowly, giving Kylian a full view of her body. The cool air of the room prickled her skin, making her nipples harden even further. She could feel his gaze burning into her, tracing the contours of her figure, igniting a fire within her.

As she faced him again, Kylian's eyes flicked up to meet hers, filled with a raw, primal hunger. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Now, the panties. Off."

Giselle's fingers hooked into the delicate lace, slowly dragging the fabric down her legs. She stepped out of them, standing completely bare before him.

“Come here,” Kylian commanded, his voice unyielding yet laced with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.

Giselle took a tentative step forward, feeling the heat radiating off him, the anticipation thick in the air. Every inch closer ignited a longing within her, her body responding instinctively to the magnetic pull between them.

Kylian stepped forward, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against him with a hunger that was both surprising and exhilarating. She could feel the hard line of his body pressing into her softness, igniting a fire that danced in her core.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at her, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing whisper. “You are everything I want and more.” With that, he captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply and possessively, as if he were trying to etch her into his very being.

Giselle melted into him, her hands roaming over the strong planes of his back, feeling the way he responded to her touch with an urgency that set her aflame.

“I want to taste your pussy before I ruin it,” Kylian growled against her lips, his voice low and filled with desire. He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse race.

"Please," she breathed, the word slipping from her lips in a pleading whisper, filled with longing and anticipation. The very thought of his mouth on her sent waves of heat cascading through her body.

Kylian's hands found her thighs, lifting her effortlessly to press her against the wall. "Hold on tight," he instructed, the command sending a thrill through her. She gripped his shoulders, her heart racing as he lowered himself to the ground, his mouth hovering tantalizingly close to her core.

With agonizing slowness, he trailed kisses from her thighs to her sex, teasing her as he relished the way she reacted to every feather-light touch. "You smell incredible," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “So sweet and tempting.”

Giselle couldn't contain the moan that escaped her lips at his words, the sound a mix of desire and desperation. She had never felt more exposed yet more confident, knowing the effect she had on him.

Just as he'd proclaimed, Kylian feasted on Giselle until she was a trembling mess before he fucked her, her body the perfect distraction after such a testing and heavy evening.

Kylian pinned Giselle's wrists to the bed as he rolled his hips against hers, each deep-measured stroke ripping soft, drawn-out moans from her throat as Kylian's forehead remained pressed against hers, their eyes locked as she gave herself to him.

Kylian's lips curled into a smirk against Giselle's as he felt her body tremble beneath him, her wrists still firmly pinned as he continued his slow, deliberate pace. "You're so fucking beautiful when you're like this," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Completely at my mercy, giving yourself to me so willingly."

He nipped at her bottom lip, his hips rolling in a way that made Giselle gasp and arch her back. "I could do this all night," Kylian continued, his words punctuated by a particularly deep thrust. "Keep you right here, beneath me, taking every inch of my cock until you're begging for mercy."

His free hand slid down her side, gripping her hip possessively as he increased the pace slightly, his movements becoming more forceful. "But I think we both know you'd never beg me to stop, would you? You love this too much. Love feeling me inside you, claiming you as mine."

Kylian's eyes flashed with dominance as he stared down at Giselle, his smirk growing wider at the sight of her flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes. "Say it," he demanded softly. “And I’ll fuck you until you can't walk straight.”

Giselle's breath hitched as Kylian's words washed over her, his dominant tone sending shivers down her spine. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her. It was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "I love it. I love feeling you, Kylian. I'm yours, baby."

Her hips moved to meet his thrusts, matching his pace as they moved together in a dance as old as time. “Fuck,” Kylian groaned, releasing his grip on her wrist so he could reach for her thighs, pinning them to the bed as he adjusted his angle, slipping even deeper.

Giselle's eyes rounded in awe as her arms wrapped lazily around his shoulders, needing to touch him amidst the sensations coursing through her.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he felt Giselle's body respond to his touch, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. He could see the desire burning in her gaze, matching the fire that consumed him.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he rewarded her submission with a particularly deep thrust. "You take my cock so well, Giselle. You were made for me."

His grip on her thighs tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrashed his hips, driving into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their labored breaths and moans of pleasure.

“I was,” she said, her voice barely above a breath. “I was made for you.”

Giselle's words sent a surge of primal satisfaction through Kylian. He felt a possessive growl rumble in his chest as he claimed her mouth in a feverish kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste her. His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her welcoming pussy.

"You're mine," he declared against her lips, his voice hoarse with desire. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."

Kylian's pace became punishing, each thrust designed to brand himself onto her very soul. He wanted to erase any thought of anyone else, to be the only man she ever craved. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her in place as he took her with wild determination.

Giselle cried out, her nails raking down Kylian's back as she clung to him. The pleasure was overwhelming, bordering on painful, but she never wanted it to end.

In one swift movement, Kylian stood from the bed with Giselle in his arms, his cock buried in her depths. Kylian's powerful legs carried them to the nearby wall, where he pressed Giselle against it, her back flush against the cool surface. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her hip as he resumed his relentless pace.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Tell me who you belong to, Giselle. Who fucks you so good that you can't even think straight?"

His hips slammed against hers, the force of his thrusts making the wall shake. Kylian's eyes bore into hers, intense and unwavering, challenging her to deny the truth.

Giselle's eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back against the wall as Kylian's words and actions overwhelmed her senses. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely. It was too much, yet not enough. She needed more.

"You," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "I belong to you, Kylian. Only you."

Her words seemed to unleash something primal within him. Kylian's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he flexed his hips, driving into her with a fierce intensity. The wall shook with each powerful thrust, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room.

"That's right," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine, Giselle. Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure, mine to own."

His cock slipped from her as Kylian eased himself from her tight confines, snarling as he inspected his cock, covered tip to base in her essence.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he took in the sight of his own length, glistening with Giselle's arousal. A wicked grin spread across his face, his lips curling into a predatory smirk.

"You're a fucking mess," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Look at how your beautiful pussy is dripping for me."

He stepped closer, his hand wrapping around his shaft, pumping slowly as he brought the tip to her entrance. Giselle shuddered, her legs trembling as she felt the heat of him against her sensitive flesh.

"Please can I ride you?” she asked, her breath hitching as their eyes met.

Kylian's smirk widened at Giselle's plea, his ego swelling along with his already throbbing erection. He loved seeing her like this desperate, needy, completely at his mercy. It was a heady feeling, knowing he could reduce this stunning woman to a begging mess with just a few well-placed thrusts.

"Mmm, I like the way you ask," he purred, his accent thickening with his arousal. "So polite."

He stepped back, releasing his grip on his shaft, and gestured to the bed with a flourish. "By all means, ma chérie."

His eyes gleamed with mischief and lust as he watched Giselle scramble onto the bed on shaky legs.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Giselle position herself on the bed, her back arched and her hips lifted invitingly. He crawled onto the mattress, his muscular body hovering over hers as he settled between her spread thighs.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he guided his cock to her entrance. "Asking so nicely for what you want."

He teased her with the tip, rubbing it against her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. Giselle whimpered, her hips bucking slightly as she sought more friction. Kylian chuckled, the sound deep and rich, sending shivers down her spine.

"Patience, ma belle," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I'll give you what you need."

With a swift thrust, Kylian buried himself deep inside Giselle, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips at the feel of her tight, wet pussy gripping him. Giselle cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he flipped them so she straddled his lap.

Kylian's hands gripped Giselle's hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements. He loved the way her body felt pressed against his, the soft curves molding perfectly to his hard muscles. Giselle began to ride him slowly, her hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that drove him wild.

"That's it, ma chérie," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Take what you need. Fuck yourself on my cock."

His words spurred her on, and Giselle picked up the pace, bouncing on his lap with increasing fervor. The nasty sound of their bodies clashing filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps of pleasure.

Kylian's hands slid up Giselle's sides, trailing over the smooth skin until he reached her breasts. “Sit up and take every inch,” he growled.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity as he watched Giselle sit up, her back arching beautifully as she took him to the hilt. A low, possessive growl rumbled in his chest at the sight of her stretched around his thick length.

"That's it, baby. Take it all," he commanded, his voice a husky whisper. "Fuck, you look so perfect like this. Impaled on my cock, desperate for more."

His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements. He loved the way her body responded to his touch, the way she shuddered and moaned with each thrust.

"You're mine," Kylian declared, his words punctuated by a particularly deep thrust. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Say it, Giselle. Tell me who you belong to."

His hips snapped upwards, driving into her with a fierce intensity, that forced a cry to rip from her throat in place of her words, reaching to cup her breasts as Kylian controlled her from beneath.

Giselle's eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back as Kylian's words washed over her. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. It was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

"You daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "I'm yours, Kylian. Only yours."

Her hips moved to meet his thrusts a few more times before faltering as she sat up and lifted herself from his cock, slipping off of him so she could lay on her side.

“I want you all over me,” she whispered, her gaze smoldering with need as she looked at him over her shoulder, her body invitingly splayed out on the bed.

Kylian's breath caught in his throat at the sight before him—Giselle, soft and inviting, her skin glistening as she arched her back, revealing every curve to him. The need within him surged, a primal urge to claim her completely overwhelming his senses.

"All over you?" Kylian growled, the possessive need lacing his tone as he shifted closer, his body flush against hers.

In one swift, fluid motion, he filled her from the side, the angle of the position allowing him to get as deep as he wanted.

Kylian's hands gripped Giselle's hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust into her from behind. He could feel her walls clenching around him, squeezing his cock.

"Tell me how you want to be fucked," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

“Slow and deep,” Giselle whispered breathlessly, her voice thick with desire. “Just like that, Kylian. I want to feel every inch of you.”

Kylian's response was a low, guttural growl as he complied, his hips rolling in a steady, deep rhythm that made Giselle’s body tremble.

"Like this?" he grunted against her shoulder, his grip on her hips tightening as he guided her movements.

Giselle moaned, pushing back against him, craving more of the delicious friction. "Yes, just like that," she encouraged, her breath hitching in her throat as he adjusted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside her that belonged to him.

Cupping her breasts in his hand Kylian's hands gripped Giselle's breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he continued his slow, deep thrusts. His fingers found her nipples, pinching and rolling the hardened peaks as he felt her walls flutter around him.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Feel how deep I am inside you. How I fill you up completely, how your perfect little body was made for me."

His hips rolled in a hypnotic rhythm, each thrust designed to drive her closer to the edge. Kylian could feel his own release building, the pleasure coiling tightly in his abdomen, but he held back, determined to make Giselle cum first.

"Cum for me, ma belle," he urged, his voice a low, commanding growl. "All over my cock."

His hand snaked down her taut stomach, his fingers finding her swollen clit and circling the sensitive nub in time with his strokes. Giselle cried out, her body tensing as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Kylian!" she mewled.

“Give yourself to me,” he whispered hotly into her ear, catching the lobe between his teeth as he reached for her outer leg, hooking it over his forearm and holding her open, the shift in position allowing him to give her his entire length.

“Harder, baby,” she pleaded, her voice filled with urgency. “I need you, Kylian.”

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he listened to Giselle's desperate pleas, her voice filled with a need that mirrored his own. He gripped her hip tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to thrust harder, deeper, each stroke designed to push her over the edge.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it all. Every fucking inch."

His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body tensing as she approached her climax.

Giselle's body shuddered violently as she came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in powerful waves. She cried out Kylian's name, her voice echoing through the room as she convulsed around his length, her walls clamping down on him like a vice.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian groaned, his hips pistoning furiously as he chased his release. "Milk my cock. Fucking squeeze every last drop out of me, it's yours."

With a final, brutal thrust, Kylian buried himself deep inside Giselle, his body tensing as he found his release. He came with a roar, his seed spurting hot and heavy inside her, filling her.

"Fuck, Giselle!" he groaned, his voice hoarse and ragged as he emptied himself inside her, his hips jerking spasmodically with each pulse of his orgasm.

Giselle was completely enamored as she rolled over to face Kylian, her core pulsing with the remains of his handiwork as she melted against his chest.

“Kiss me,” she whispered against his chest, peppering kisses over his skin, feeling the warmth radiate from him as she traced her fingers along his chiseled muscles. Kylian chuckled deeply, the rumble reverberating through his chest, sending vibrations to her lips as she kissed him.

“Insatiable,” he murmured, his hand finding the back of her neck, tilting her chin upward so he could capture her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

The taste of her lingered on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating, as he pulled away from her lips, gazing into her eyes.

“I’m not,” Giselle protested playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I just understand what I want.”

Kylian smirked, his gaze smoldering as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “And what is it that you want, Giselle?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

She leaned in closer, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat radiating from him. “Always you,” she whispered, her breath a caress against his skin. “Win or lose, I always want you.”

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À DEUX PAS

PART VII : PRESQUE

pairing: kylian mbappe x reader

summary: Kylian signs with PSG, torn between the thrill of his rising career and the quiet anchor of his bond with Y/N. Their intimate dinner in Bondy—ending with a kiss under the stars—feels like both a promise and a goodbye as she leaves for Strasbourg. But as Paris pulls him into its glittering chaos (new teammates, fame, and lingering glances from others), he wonders if distance will stretch their connection too thin.

A/N : Here’s Kylian’s POV, hope you enjoy it 💓

Kylian POV:

Monaco/Paris, Summer 2017

I’ve always been good at keeping my head in the game—focus, hustle, repeat. It’s what got me here, standing on the edge of something bigger than I ever dreamed. But lately, my head’s been all over the place. Training’s brutal, the phone won’t stop ringing with agents and reporters, and every conversation seems to circle back to one word: PSG. It’s exciting, don’t get me wrong, but it’s heavy too. Like I’m carrying everyone’s expectations—my parents, my teammates, the whole damn world. And then there’s Y/N. She’s the one thing that keeps me grounded, the one person who doesn’t care about the headlines or the hype. She just… gets me. Always has.

I think about her more than I probably should. The way her laugh sneaks up on you, like it’s a secret she’s letting you in on. That bracelet I gave her, the one she still wears—I keep wondering if she looks at it and thinks of me too. It’s not like I’m lovesick or anything, but she’s important. More than important. She’s home, even when I’m miles away.

The talk about PSG is getting louder. My dad says it’s a chance to build something real, not just chase trophies. My mom’s quieter about it, but I can tell she’s proud. Ethan, my little brother, is the loudest—he’s been obsessed with PSG since he was old enough to kick a ball. Me? I’m still figuring out how I feel. It’s not just a club; it’s a whole new life. Paris, the spotlight, everything. Sometimes I wonder if I’m ready for it all.

I was still buzzing from my call with Y/N last night. Hearing her voice, that mix of excitement and nerves when she told me about Strasbourg—it hit me hard. I could tell she was happy, proud even, but there was this tiny waver in her tone when she said the apartment plan was off. Like she thought I’d be upset. Truth is, I wasn’t. Not really. I meant what I said—I’m proud of her. She’s chasing her dream, same as me. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting a little, knowing she’ll be hours away, building a life I can’t just walk into.

I sat on my bed after we hung up, staring at the ceiling of my Monaco apartment. It’s nice enough—clean, modern, all that—but it’s not home. I kept replaying her words, the way she laughed when I promised her a VIP seat. I thought about the summer days in Bondy, her sitting on the steps while I messed around with a ball, her sketching in that little notebook she thought I didn’t notice. Those moments feel so far away now, but they’re what keep me tethered when everything else gets too loud.

My phone buzzed with texts from my agent, my dad, even some teammates asking about the PSG rumors. I ignored them for a bit, letting my mind wander back to Y/N. I wondered what she was doing right now—probably stressing over packing for Strasbourg or arguing with her brother about something dumb. The thought made me smile. She’s got this way of making the big stuff feel small, like it’s all gonna work out.

A few days later, I made up my mind. PSG wasn’t just a club—it was a statement. A chance to play for the city I grew up near, to make Ethan lose his mind every time I stepped on the pitch. I sat down with my parents in our Bondy living room, the same one where we’d had a million family talks. My dad leaned back, arms crossed, waiting for me to speak. My mom’s eyes were steady, like she already knew what I was going to say.

“I’m doing it,” I said, my voice firmer than I felt. “PSG. I want to sign.”

My dad nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You sure? It’s a big move, Kylian. Bigger than Monaco.”

“I know,” I said. “But it’s the right one. For me, for us.”

My mom reached over, squeezing my hand. “We’re with you. Always.”

Ethan burst into the room then, like he’d been eavesdropping the whole time. “You’re joining PSG? For real?” His grin was so wide I thought his face might split. “I’m wearing your jersey every day!”

I laughed, ruffling his hair. “You better. Gotta make you proud, right?”

Later, I got a call about the house in Paris. It’s nice—modern, close to the training ground, with a view that’ll probably feel unreal until I’m used to it. I tried to picture myself there, but my mind kept drifting to Y/N. Would she like it? Would she ever visit? Stupid thoughts, maybe, but I couldn’t help it.

The day the PSG deal was announced, the world went crazy. My phone was a mess of notifications—congrats from teammates, messages from friends, even random people I hadn’t talked to in years. I scrolled through it all, but there was only one person I wanted to hear from. I called Y/N that afternoon, pacing my room like a kid waiting for a test result.

She picked up on the second ring, her voice warm but teasing. “So, Mr. Superstar, it’s official?”

I grinned, leaning against the wall. “Yeah, it’s real. PSG’s stuck with me now.”

“Wow,” she said, and I could hear her smile. “That’s… huge, Kylian. You nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted, surprising myself. “It’s a lot, you know? But it’s what I’ve been working for.”

“You’re gonna be amazing,” she said, so sure it made my chest tight. “Just don’t forget us little people in Bondy.”

“Never,” I said, meaning it. “What about you? Ready for Strasbourg?”

She laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it. “Getting there. Packing’s a nightmare, though.”

I wanted to say more, to tell her how much I wished she was closer, but I didn’t. Instead, I said, “You better save me a spot when I visit. I’m holding you to that croissant deal.”

“Only if they’re chocolate,” she shot back, and I could picture her rolling her eyes.

We hung up with a promise to meet soon, and I felt lighter, like her voice was enough to cut through all the noise.

That evening, I headed to Bondy in a private car—a sleek black sedan with tinted windows, the kind my agent insisted on now that my face was starting to show up on billboards. I pulled my cap low and slipped on sunglasses, even though the sun was barely setting. It felt ridiculous, like I was playing a part in some spy movie, but the last time I’d gone out without them, a group of kids had spotted me, and it turned into a mini mob. I wasn’t complaining, not really—it’s what I signed up for—but tonight, I just wanted to be me. Not the PSG guy, not the headlines. Just Kylian, with Y/N.

I’d called ahead to privatize the restaurant, that little place with the red awning we used to walk by as kids. No cameras, no fans, just us. When the car pulled up, I slipped out quick, keeping my head down until I was inside. The owner gave me a knowing nod, and I thanked him for clearing the place out. It felt extravagant, maybe too much, but I wanted this night to be right.

Y/N was already there, sitting at a table near the window, and lord, I forgot how to breathe for a second. She was wearing this black dress, simple but somehow stunning, her braids falling just so, and that bracelet catching the light. She looked up, and her lips curved into a grin, but then she laughed, covering her mouth.

“What?” I said, sliding into the seat across from her, pulling off my sunglasses.

“You,” she said, still giggling. “What’s with the secret agent look? Cap, shades, sneaking in like you’re on the run. I half-expected you to slide under the table.”

I sighed, but I was smiling too. “It’s not funny. I can’t just walk around anymore, you know. People notice.”

“Poor you,” she teased, leaning forward. “Next thing you know, you’ll have bodyguards and a code name. Should I call you 007 now?”

“Keep it up, and you’re paying for dinner,” I shot back, but my chest felt warm. Only she could make me laugh like this, make the crazy parts of my life feel small.

We ordered—pasta for her, steak for me—and it was like old times, talking about nothing and everything. She told me about her mom burning a cake last week, and I told her how Ethan’s already planning to bunk school for my first PSG match. It was easy, like slipping into a favorite song. But then she got quiet, stirring her drink with her straw.

“I’m leaving for Strasbourg next week,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “It’s… happening.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the twist in my gut. “You’re gonna love it,” I said, meaning it. “You’re too smart for them, you know.”

She laughed, but her eyes held something heavier. “I hope so. It’s just… far, you know? From everything.”

“Not from me,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “I mean, not really. Trains exist, right? Or fancy cars, apparently.”

She looked at me, her gaze softening, and I felt my face heat up. “Right,” she said, almost a whisper.

We finished dinner, but we weren’t ready to leave. We stepped outside, the summer air warm and thick, and wandered to a bench near the park. She sat close, our shoulders brushing, and I caught the scent of her perfume—light, like flowers and citrus. I don’t know why I did it—maybe the way her eyes caught the streetlights, maybe just needing to hold onto her—but I leaned in and kissed her.

It was soft, slow, like we didn’t need to rush. Her lips were warm, and when she kissed me back, it felt like the world quieted down, just for a second. We pulled away, her eyes locking with mine, and she smiled—half-shy, half-bold.

“I’m gonna miss you,” I said, my voice low.

“Me too,” she whispered, resting her head on my shoulder.

We stayed there, not talking much, just letting the night hold us. Things were changing—Strasbourg, PSG, everything—but right then, it was just us. And that was enough.

A few weeks later, I stepped onto the Parc des Princes pitch for my first match. The roar of the crowd was deafening, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I scored that day, and when I did, I looked to the stands, half-hoping I’d see her even though I knew she was in Strasbourg by now.

Life at PSG was a whirlwind. My teammates were cool—Neymar with his jokes, Dani Alves always hyping everyone up. We’d go out sometimes, grabbing food or hitting some club for a low-key night. It was fun, but I started noticing things. Like the way people treated me differently now, the way opportunities seemed to pop up everywhere. And then there was Claire, one of the staff at the club. She was nice, maybe too nice—always lingering after meetings, dropping compliments that felt a little too pointed. It threw me off. I didn’t know how to handle it, didn’t want to. My head was still with Y/N, with that night in Bondy, her smile under the streetlights.

I’m happy—happier than I’ve ever been, maybe. The game, the team, the city—it’s everything I wanted. But sometimes, late at night when it’s just me and my thoughts, I feel it. Something’s shifting, pulling me in directions I’m not sure I’m ready for. And I can’t help but wonder if Y/N feels it too, all the way in Strasbourg.

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[insidekatmind]

In His Time of Need~Jude Bellingham

Wearning: +18,smut, english is not my first language.

The door slams shut as Jude walks in, his face tight and his gaze clouded with anger and disappointment. He’s just lost an important game, and the weight of the defeat is written all over his tense posture and clenched jaw. You can feel your heart tighten as you watch him, knowing this isn’t just any loss for him.

“Jude,” you say gently, moving towards him. “Are you okay?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, continuing to pace around the room, his movements aggressive as he tries to contain his frustration. Your concern grows and you move closer, reaching out to touch his arm. “Jude, let’s talk about it? I want to help you.”

He stops abruptly, his breath uneven and his hands clenched into fists. “It’s not fair,” he mutters, his voice breaking with anger and hurt. “I gave it everything, and it still wasn’t enough.”

You walk over to him, taking his hands in yours and he looks at you, a mix of vulnerability and frustration in his eyes. “Jude, you gave it your all. Sometimes it doesn’t matter how hard you try, things just don’t go your way. But that doesn’t define you. You’re more than one lost game.”

Jude sinks down onto the couch, his face hidden in his hands as he struggles to contain his emotions. You sit beside him, your hand gently rubbing his back. “You’re more than this, Jude,” you say softly. “I know how much this game means to you, but it’s not everything. It doesn’t change how much I love you.”

“It’s easier said than done,” he replies, his voice trembling. “I put everything I had into it, and it’s still not enough.”

You sigh, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” you murmur, trying to comfort him. “Jude, you’re already enough. And I’m here for you, no matter what happens.”

Jude closes his eyes, resting his head against your chest. You feel his breath, slow and heavy, as he tries to calm himself. “I need you,” he says finally, his voice almost a whisper.

You hold him tighter, running your fingers through his hair as his head relaxes against your shoulder. “I’m here, love,” you whisper. “Always for you. No matter what happens outside these four walls.”

A long silence falls between you, broken only by the steady beat of Jude’s heart and your light breathing. Finally, Jude lifts his head, his eyes red-rimmed, and he gives you a small, shaky smile. “Thank you,” he says, as if he’s searching for the right words to express everything he’s feeling.

“No need for words,” you reply softly, continuing to stroke his hair. “I’m here, and I’m listening. Always.”

Jude nods, a gesture of silent gratitude that speaks louder than any words. He then stretches out, his face slightly more relaxed, and pulls you into a tight hug. “You’re right,” he says, “it doesn’t matter if it didn’t go the way I wanted today. Tomorrow is another day.”

“And I’ll be here for you,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head gently. “Always, no matter what happens.”

Jude closes his eyes, leaning into you even more. You know it will take time for him to fully recover from the disappointment, but you’re ready to support him every step of the way. The important thing is that you’re here for him, always, just as you promised.

You kept stroking his hair while he relaxed. Jude after he raise a little the head from your chest and you kissed and you immediately reciprocated.

You could feel all his love, his frustration and anger in that kiss.

While you were kissing he spreads your legs and strips off quickly doing the same thing with you entering with a blow inside of you making you moan.

He groans as he lowered his head on your neck nibbling it while pushing into you a slow but then with a speed that made you tremble.

"Jude" you moaned as Jude was pushing his dick inside of you in a crazy way.

You could feel your pussy being smashed by his cock as he penetrated you.

Jude moaning while he nibbled you and played with your tits.

"You’re taking it so well" Jude moans as he puts a hand around your neck and starts banging his cock inside of you faster making you moan loudly.

You could see in his eyes his anger and lust and that made you more excited.

"Jude don’t hold back use me as a relief valve" you said moaning and his eyes darken more by making you turn belly down while he slapped your ass and fucked you mercilessly making you moan and bow at him.

Jude took a handful of your hair and then fucked you senselessly.

"’so beautiful" you said moaning as you felt your pussy clenching around his cock making him grunting.

"Fucking tight," said Jude as you came around his dick.

He didn’t slow down when you came, but instead continued to beat his cock inside of you at a superhuman speed and then cum inside of you.

You both groaned as he relaxed and breathed as he pulled himself out.

You watched him softly as he kissed you with love and thanked you." I don’t know how I would do without you"

[spidybaby]

Been mia but not anymore, I need to know if you want Barca Boys or Madrid Boys?

[yerkyokuler]

Just One Job - Kylian Mbappe

Hiiiii! I'm new here and I decided to start writing and make it my hobby. Critiques are highly appreciated and feedback is really important. Requests are open! No smut though)))

Kylian Mbappe x F!reader

Warnings: baby getting hurt

Fluff tad bit of fighting and angst , only if you squint

The quiet hum of a rare day off wrapped around your cozy home like a soft blanket. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your living room, casting golden patches on the wooden floors where Layli sat, babbling to herself as she played with a plush bunny.

You were in your soft cotton robe, hair tied in a lazy bun, sipping on your lukewarm tea. Kylian sat beside Layli, stretched out on the floor, laughing at the way she tried to mimic the sounds he made. She was in that stage of barely-sitting, barely-standing—so small, but with a wild, determined heart that was every bit her father’s.

You looked at them both and smiled, your heart swelling with that warm ache of happiness that made your chest feel full.

“Ky,” you said, gently, putting down your mug, “I need to use the bathroom—can you just keep an eye on her?”

He gave you a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am. Full bodyguard mode activated.”

You chuckled, ruffling his curls as you passed. “You’ve got one job, babe. Just don’t let her swan dive off the couch.”

“Relax,” he said with a grin. “I’m a professional.”

You shook your head fondly and disappeared down the hall, trusting him, like always.

⸻

Two Minutes Later

The bathroom tap ran as you washed your hands. You could still hear the muffled sound of Layli giggling, Kylian’s voice sweet and playful. And then—quiet.

The kind of quiet that immediately tightens a parent’s chest.

You paused. “Ky?” you called out.

No response.

You dried your hands quickly, stepping out and heading back down the hallway—and then everything seemed to slow down.

You saw Kylian by the window, pacing with his phone to his ear, murmuring about some minor scheduling issue. His back was to the room. Layli—tiny, curious, brave—was trying to pull herself up on the couch cushion.

“Kylian—!”

You shouted his name just as Layli lost her balance, her hand slipping on the edge of the couch. You barely had time to blink before she tumbled forward, the small thud of her mouth hitting the wood floor cutting straight through your heart like a blade.

“LAYLI!”

You rushed forward as she let out a piercing cry, her tiny hands flailing, mouth opened in a scream that sounded more like betrayal than pain. You dropped to your knees, scooping her into your arms.

Her lip was bleeding.

Your baby’s lip was bleeding.

“What the f—” Kylian turned around at the sound of her wailing, phone dropping onto the couch. His face went pale. “What happened?!”

“She fell off the couch!” you snapped, rocking Layli gently, pressing her to your chest. “She fell, Kylian. I told you to watch her!”

“I—” he stumbled forward, hands out, panicked. “I was—just for a second—I thought she was still—”

“She hit her mouth,” you said, voice trembling, trying not to cry in front of her. “She’s bleeding. Oh my God—her teeth. Her gums—”

You were already inspecting her, fingers gently wiping away the blood from her lips with a trembling tissue. She wailed harder at the touch, her tiny fingers clinging to your robe.

Kylian stood frozen, devastated. “I didn’t—she was just sitting there—I swear I was right here.”

You didn’t respond.

You couldn’t. Your heart was pounding too hard. She was hurt. And she trusted you to protect her.

“Do we go to urgent care?” you whispered, more to yourself than him.

“She’s okay, she’s—let me hold her—”

“No,” you said sharply, pulling her closer. “You were supposed to hold her. Watch her.”

His face crumpled. You didn’t mean to be cruel—but your daughter had blood on her bib and a fat, swelling lip. Your brain couldn’t see reason over the sound of her sobs.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I swear, I didn’t think—”

“Well, you didn’t have to think. You had to watch her. One job, Kylian. Just one job.”

He looked like you’d just slapped him.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said softly, sitting down slowly on the couch, eyes wide with guilt. “I’d die before I let her get hurt.”

“She got hurt,” you said, standing now, rocking her in your arms.

Layli had quieted a little, her whimpers soft, her fingers tangled in your shirt. But your heart was still racing.

You didn’t say anything for a while. Neither did he.

⸻

Fifteen Minutes Later

You were in the nursery with Layli, dabbing a cool cloth on her mouth while she drifted to sleep. You finally let out the tears you’d held back earlier, silent ones that rolled down your cheeks as you kissed her soft curls.

From the door, Kylian watched, his face a portrait of guilt. He didn’t speak until you glanced over.

“I swear,” he said, voice cracked, “if I could trade places with her, I would. I keep seeing it over and over in my head. I should’ve been right there.”

You said nothing.

“She was looking right at me,” he whispered, swallowing thickly. “Like she was proud she was standing. And I wasn’t even looking.”

That broke something in you.

You held Layli close, then carefully got up, walked toward him.

“She’s okay,” you murmured finally. “But that could’ve been worse.”

“I know,” he nodded.

“And you—you can’t do that again, Ky. I need you present. Not pacing around like it’s a press day. You had one job.”

He looked down. “I deserved that.”

You sighed. “I know you didn’t mean for it. But she’s just a baby.”

“I messed up.”

“Yeah,” you said, softer now. “But you’re hers. And she needs her papa to be more than just around.”

He exhaled, stepping closer. “I will be.”

You finally let your head rest on his shoulder. “I was just so scared.”

“I know, mon cœur,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “I was too.”

Layli had drifted to sleep in your arms, her tiny body finally relaxing as the pain subsided. You had managed to soothe her with kisses and soft lullabies, her little breaths soft and steady against your chest.

Kylian hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking on her every few minutes, glancing at her as she slept. His eyes had softened when he saw her calm down, but his guilt hadn’t gone away. It still clung to him like a heavy weight.

He looked at you. “Can I hold her? Just for a minute?”

You gave him a soft nod, stepping aside as he came toward the crib.

He gently lifted Layli into his arms, his large hands cradling her like she was the most fragile thing in the world. His eyes softened as he gazed down at her, his lips trembling with the weight of everything he was feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to her, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t ever want to let you down. I can’t... I can’t believe I let this happen.”

You stood in the doorway, watching the man you loved as he held his daughter close. For all the glitz and glamour of the football field, this was the real Kylian. The tender, vulnerable one who couldn’t bear to see his daughter hurt.

As you took a step forward, you noticed the tears glistening in his eyes.

“Ky,” you whispered, voice gentle. “It’s okay. She’s okay. You’re okay.”

He didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on Layli. And then, as if she had heard his words, Layli’s little hand twitched. Slowly, she opened her eyes—just a sliver—and raised her tiny hand, reaching for him.

Kylian froze. His breath hitched.

Layli’s small fingers brushed against his cheek, her tiny hand gently cupping his face. She blinked a few times, her eyes still heavy with sleep, and then, in a small, quiet voice, she murmured, “Papa.”

Kylian’s chest tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t move. It was as if the world had paused just for that moment—his baby, awake and reaching for him, calling him. He leaned forward, his lips brushing her tiny hand as he kissed it gently, his voice barely a whisper.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll never let you fall again.”

Layli’s eyes fluttered closed again, and she settled back into his arms. Kylian stood there for a long time, cradling her close, his tears falling silently as he held onto her. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there—minutes, maybe hours—just trying to make sense of the weight of everything. The guilt, the love, the forgiveness he didn’t deserve but had somehow found in the eyes of his little girl.

You stepped forward, resting your hand gently on his shoulder.

“I know you’re scared,” you said softly. “But you’re her hero. You always will be.”

Kylian turned to you, his eyes wet, and you saw the relief in them. The understanding that this wasn’t the end, that mistakes could be forgiven and life could move forward.

And in that moment, as the three of you stood together—quiet, broken, but healing—everything felt like it was exactly as it should be.

⸻

That Evening

The three of you were curled up in bed. Layli was lying in the middle, her swollen lip a little red but no longer bleeding. You had a soft pink ice pack next to her, and a million pillows protecting her from rolling.

Kylian kissed your temple, again and again.

“I forgive you,” you whispered.

He held your hand. “I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You will. You’re a good father. You just…” you looked at him. “Can’t forget to be one, even on your day off.”

He nodded.

Then his hand slipped beneath the sheets to your thigh, just slightly, and he whispered, “Let me make it up to you…”

You gave him a look. “Ky.”

“I just want to hold you,” he said, grin sheepish.

You laughed softly. “Okay.”

He leaned over Layli and kissed you. “I won’t take my eyes off you or her.”

[evcrmoresworld]

Golden hour ۶ৎ

upcoming series

This will include fmc who is oc as well as her brother being an oc

warnings! smut, mentions of cheating, toxic parenting, and body shaming.

This will be a slowburn.

Description.

When 22-year-old Sabrina arrives at her family’s secluded Mediterranean villa for a post-university break, she’s overwhelmed by the pressure to figure out her future and haunted by the feeling that everyone else already has. Things get even more complicated when her older brother, Sam, a rising football star, shows up with his charming teammate and best friend, Kylian.

Kylian is off-limits. Sweet, grounded, and completely irresistible.

As long days melt into hot, restless nights, a forbidden connection begins to simmer, one that threatens to shatter sibling trust, stir family tensions, and upend Sabrina's carefully guarded heart. But in a summer where everything is uncertain, maybe love is the only thing worth risking.

[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. 

tags: @idontknowwhatthisvis555 @nowrosesaredead @iuoiyr @acarolnzinhaa-03 @ynkfreeastheocean @scottishthistle @user6373738 @loonworld @whateveryouloser @greyishbach @ajsboys @kyliansonlygf @lucysantos6-blog @tuliptopiasstuff @kennasutopia @cinderellawithashoe @akiracim @kymb-10 @germanapples @heartbreakylian @cleverwinnermaker @creampuff07

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Here We Go

Pairing: Dad!Kylian Mbappe x Mom!Leclerc!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, real Madrid, Fabrizio Romano sneak diss

Authors Note: Technically a part 2 to baby baby but could also be read on its own

Requested: Yes/No

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y/nmbappe

liked by lorenzotl kylianmbappe and 4,888,661 others

y/nmbappe weekends 🤍

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user1 I love them

user2 my favorite wag

user3 white hearts = Madrid????

user4 he’s so pretty 😭

user5 where’s the inaugural Charles comment

charles_leclerc he plays piano???

y/nmbappe better than you, probably

charles_leclerc 😒🖕

user6 Ahhh I love kylian dad content 🥹

user7 lmao when are these pictures from???

kylianmbappe 🫶

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user8 she’s his own personal photographer

user9 🤩

arthur_leclerc is this your account or his

y/nmbappe my bad I’m in a happy marriage

arthur_leclerc I accept your apology

user10 y/n can’t catch a break with her brothers lmfao

user11 my favssss

user12 baby nmbappe 🥹🫶

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y/nmbappe

📍Italy

liked by champagnepapi rubendias and 15,008,997 others

y/nmbappe summer went away ☀️

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user12 SHES SO PRETTY 😭😭😭😭

user13 she posts kylian so much I forget she’s stunning

user14 I’m sensing a swimsuit-related breakdown from the Leclerc brothers

user15 oh my god it’s the rare post of herself, eating this up 🫶

user17 lmfao, Frankie de jong in the likes??? Ik he’s Barca but come on man 😭

champagnepapi 🤩

charles_leclerc boo 🍅🍅🍅

arthur_leclerc she’s married bro

lorenzotl no 👎

user18 LMAO YALL SEE THE DRAKE COMMENT??? 😭😭😭

user19 the leclerc replies in screaming 🤭

joeyb_9 😮‍💨

charles_leclerc 🫵🐅☠️

arthur_leclerc this is why you don't have a Superbowl

lorenzotl mahomes better

user20 Jesus these poor men 😭

user21 these comments are so entertaining 🤭

kylianmbappe belle fille 🤍

y/nmbappe mon amour 🤍

charles_leclerc anyways, put a shirt on

y/nmbappe im not gonna yell at you since you've been defending my honor under every comment

charles_leclerc you're welcome 🫡

y/nmbappe still not putting a shirt on though

arthur_leclerc 👎

lorenzotl where is your child

y/nmbappe with Charles

lorenzotl oh no

y/nmbappe dw, alex is there too

alexandrasaintmleux baby mbappe is lovely 🥹🫶

charles_leclerc baby leclerc*

user22 😭😭😭

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y/nmbappe

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y/nnbappe happy euros 🐢🤕

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user23 VIVA LA FRANCE 🇫🇷

user24 poor kylian 😭

user25 the turtle in the caption????

kylianmbappe zizou??? 🤨

y/nmbappe you don't like zizou???

kylianmbappe you know I do, but you should be wearing out last name 😅

y/nmbappe i forgot the nmbappe one at home 🫶

kylianmbappe just wear one of mine 😗

y/nmbappe lol, ill wear urs tomorrow Ky 🤍

user26 lmao the zizou jersey

user27 kylian couldn't wear the France mask???

user28 thank god 🙏 that one was lowk ugly

charles_leclerc hows the face @|kylianmbappe

kylianmbappe still broken, thanks man

charles_leclerc 🫡

user29 my favourite brother-in-laws

lorenzotl at another international tournament without me 🤨

y/nmbappe get a job

user30 I love that kit

arthur_leclerc yay france 🇫🇷

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user31 awww the youngest leclerc are accepting the French nationality again 🫶

user32 did y'all see kylian with baby mbappe after the game?? 🥹

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y/nmbappe

liked by kylianmbappe lorenzotl and 4,888,997 others

y/nmbappe happy Father’s Day to the love of my life and the best husband and father anyone could ever ask for 🤍

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user33 AWWWWWW

user34 🥹🥹🥹

user35 BABY MBAPPE IS BACK ON THE FEED 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

user36 wait this is so lovely 🥰

user37 how old is baby mbappe now???

user38 he's like 5 or 6 no one knows his exact birthday 🤷‍♀️

user39 they grow up so fast 😭

user40 🥰

charles_leclerc ill be nice to him just for today

kylianmbappe thanks man 🫡

charles_leclerc only because you're raising my nephew

y/nmbappe charles stop bullying my husband

charles_leclerc I'm not bullying him. If I was bullying him I wouldve used a turtle emoji by now

user41 happy fathers day!!!!

user42 my favourite football family

arthur_leclerc happy for you, sœur 🫶

y/nmbappe thank you Arthur, I appreciate the maturity

charles_leclerc this feels targeted

lorenzotl if the shoe fits bro

user43 🤍🤍🤍

kylianmbappe je t'aime mon coeur 🤍 im so grateful for you and our family 🤍🤍🤍

y/nmbappe ky 🥹🤍🤍

user44 awww this is so sweet I'm gonna melt 😭

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y/nmbappe

📍Circuit de Barcelona Catalunya

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y/nmbappe then and now 🤍

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user45 OH MY GOD LOOK AT YOUNG CHARLES 😭😭😭

user46 he looks like a child 😭

user47 kylian looks pretty much the same meanwhile Charles is not that person at all anymore 😅

user48 if I was Charles I would not let someone repost those pictures 😔

charles_leclerc DELETE THIS

charles_leclerc REMOVE THIS NOW PLEASE

charles_leclerc I NEED THIS SCRUBBED FROM THE INTERNET

charles_leclerc IM NOT THAT PERSON ANYMORE DELETE DELETE DELETE

charles_leclerc YOURE GONNA RUIN MY IMAGE

user49 Charles 😭😭

kylianmbappe oh wow

y/nmbappe yeah, dont worry baby, you look great

charles_leclerc PICK UP THE PHONE AND DELETE THIS

user50 leclerc/mbappe meet-up 🫶

user51 ik carlos is freaking out somewhere about being so close to kylian

alexandrasaintmleux can you send me that first picture pls love 🫶

charles_leclerc DO NOT SEND HER THAT

y/nmbappe i sent it 🫶

charles_leclerc GOD DAMN IT Y/N

user52 lmao kylian looks so bored next to Fred

user53 oh my god Charles is losing his mind

charles_leclerc this is why baby leclerc likes me better than you

y/nmbappe if you keep yelling at me i am going to put that child in full red bull gear

charles_leclerc 🖕

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y/nmbappe

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y/nmbappe karting with uncle Maxie 🤍

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user54 oh… oh no

user55 Charles is gonna kill someone

user56 hey, baby mbappe looks sick though

lorenzotl hahahahaha

user57 I'm glad someone in that family finds this funny 😭

user58 I'm so scared

charles_leclerc ...😑

charles_leclerc you're kidding me

charles_leclerc I am going to kill max

charles_leclerc why would you do this to me

charles_leclerc I can't believe you'd do this

y/nmbappe this is not that surprising pls be fr

user59 😭

kylianmbappe I don't care what team he wears 🤷🏾‍♂️ did baby mbappe have fun?

y/nmbappe lmao, yeah he did. He loves Max sooo 🤷‍♀️

kylianmbappe 🤷🏾‍♂️

user60 I fear for Max’s car next race

maxverstappen1 I’m glad he had fun 😅😅😅

charles_leclerc drive safe next race “uncle Maxie” 😒

maxverstappen1 oh okay, love u 2 man 🫶

charles_leclerc 😒😒😒

user61 😭 free my man max

arthur_leclerc not that I’m thrilled about the Red Bull suit but I do feel like Charles deserves this in some way

charles_leclerc I hate all of you so much

user62 pfttt they’re so funny 😭😭😭

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y/nmbappe

📍Monte Carlo, Monaco

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y/nmbappe does anyone know who this man is??? He crashed our family dinner 🤦‍♀️

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user63 CARLOSSSSSSSS

user64 VAMOSSSSSS

user65 my love 😍🫶

user66 lmao the Madrid jersey, this man has a quest he’s trying to fulfill

user67 and when kylian goes to Madrid, yall will be thanking Carlos. Mark my words.

arthur_leclerc idk who he is but can you tell him to help me with bringing the plates out

y/nmbappe I sent him inside 🫡

user68 I would love to know kylians reaction to the jersey

charles_leclerc I would like everyone to know that before he got here, this was just leclercs and their partners

lorenzotl and then, in rolls a large Spanish man

y/nmbappe he brought wine, leave him alone

carlossainz you only like me because I brought alcohol??? 🤨

y/nmbappe ofc not carlito, we all 🫶 you

carlossainz good, because I love your husband

user69 lmfao Carlos is just here for the madridistas

user70 I bet their dinners are fun asf

carlossainz HALA MADRID!!! 🤍🤍🤍

y/nmbappe yeah, yeah, thank you Carlos

y/nmbappe maman needs your help with dinner

lorenzotl no she doesn't 🧐

y/nmbappe shut up lorenzo

user71 ahh I love them 🥰

kylianmbappe I'm not sure I'm allowed to publicly interact with Carlos unless he takes the jersey off

carlossainz come to Madrid hermano 🇪🇸

y/nmbappe hes not allowed to reply to that comment, carlos 😐

carlossainz 😢

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📍 Santiago Bernabéu Stadium, Madrid, Spain

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y/nmbappe Hala Madrid 🤍

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user72 I can feel Carlos’ excitement through the screen

user73 wow I'm so glad that this transfer was revealed by the club yesterday!

user74 yeah! Isn't it so cool that none of the big journalists revealed this beforehand??! 🤩

user75 KYLIANNNNNNN 🇪🇸🇫🇷🇪🇸🇫🇷

kylianmbappe 🤍

y/nmbappe 🤍

user76 YAYYYY

charles_leclerc wait, come back to France, I'm gonna miss you and baby leclerc

carlossainz SHUT UP, ITS MY TURN NOW!!! VIVA LA ESPAÑA

charles_leclerc this is why Lewis is taking your seat

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charles_leclerc I'm in pr jail 😔

carlossainz as you should be 🤨

user77 wait I'm gonna miss y/n being a psg wag

user78 but now she's a Madrid wag 🤩

judebellingham welcome! 🙌 🤍

y/nmbappe thanks Jude 🫶

user79 JUDE & BABY MBAPPE??? JUDE UNCLE CONTENT??!

user80 gonna need bestie camavinga back tysm

arthur_leclerc glad to see baby leclerc repping the kit I bought him 😗

y/nmbappe 😐 thank you, Arthur

arthur_leclerc some enthusiasm would be appreciated

y/nmbappe no

arthur_leclerc fair enough

lorenzotl as long as you come back to Monaco sometimes I'll be okay

y/nmbappe even if I don't, I'm sure you’ll all continue to spam comments on my Instagram posts even if I refuse to reply

lorenzotl we dont do that

y/nmbappe 🤨 @/arthur_leclerc @/charles_leclerc

arthur_leclerc …shes definitely right

charles_leclerc yeah that seems pretty accurate

charles_leclerc I love you guys… even if you are abandoning me

y/nmbappe we love you too, especially baby mbappe 🤍🤍🤍

charles_leclerc baby leclerc*

y/nmbappe shut up 🥰

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Tags: @casperlikej @evie-119 @c-losur3 @llando4norris @lokideservesahug

[12amintoronto]

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ... kylian mbappé x reader 📱🤍

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wc: 1.5k

synopsis: you're on the phone with your best friend that you can't hang up on as she runs to you about the dire status of her situationship, but it's difficult to focus when your boyfriend, kylian, is all over you.

contents: fluff, sfw, kisses (lips, cheek, neck, you name it my friend), female reader, touchy, oc who is y/n's best friend

notes: because i felt the calling to write something for kyky 🩵🩵 i think he is so fine. showing one of my fav frenchies some loveee

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it was madness on the other line... to the point where it made you really stop and think and just look around, thinking to yourself; "damn, i'm grateful i haven't run into guy trouble this bad..."

you sighed as you listened to your best friend on the other end of the phone who was caught up in a whirlwind of frustration with her current situationship.

still, she's your best friend - and you're happy that she can confide in you when things go south, so there you were, offering whichever little pieces of advice you have to your bestie, as you were curled up on the sofa with a blanket over your legs, as you wore one of your man's t-shirts that was much too big on you... having sips of your tea in steady intervals.

you murmured just the right responses as she went onto you about this guy. you listened intently and hummed in total agreement when she was speaking.

it was your mission to help your best friend out.

that was until your boyfriend, kylian, had come downstairs, approaching you, having just come out of the shower - topless with a a pair of nike sweats on.

you had to pay attention to your friend though, so you just smiled and batted your lashes at him flirtatiously, since you still had to let him know that he looks insanely good.

if only you'd known that doing so was gonna be a big mistake.

your nonchalant flit of your lashes was enough to make kylian smirk... it was enough for him to be fully convinced that he's got your attention now.

lord, you could catch the scent of his ridiculously expensive cologne from where you were sitting.

he strides on over to you, as his sexy smirk had turned into a soft bite of his bottom lip while he took the sight of you in as he got closer to you. kylian didn't say a word while doing so... he just lowered himself down close to you on the sofa, and rested his head in your lap, seeking the soothing feeling of your fingers on his nape.

you mouthed silently to him as you momentarily held your phone away from your ear - "behave, baby."

kylian? he just smirked.

you rolled your eyes in a playful manner as you turned your attention back to your best friend who was on the other line, continuing to spill the tea.

"no, yeah. like... i totally get it," you told her, determined to stay this attentive to her predicament, which sounded pretty dire - or she at least made it sound like that was so...

"...honestly, girl... he's not even worth your time. he's just been playing games, it's not cool one bit."

you said it plain and simple, feeling a pang of pride at your skills in giving relationship advice.

but a sensation graced you just then so well in a way that make you nearly lose grip of your phone.

kylian had shifted in the slightest to press a tender kiss near the inside of your thigh.

"no, y/n... you've got business to take care of on the phone here..." you told yourself in your thoughts, the only person able to hear that being you.

"like... if he seriously cared, then you wouldn't doubt him. you wouldn't feel stressed being in the position that you're in. you'd be- ah..."

your words... your entire train of thought was halted, no... more like completely obliterated already as kylian only began to kiss up your thigh, higher, higher...

"you there? you okay?" your best friend asked on the other end.

"...yeah. he's just... not worth the bother, girl..." you trailed.

as kylian was deliberately pressing those soft, slow, lazy kisses up your leg, inching closer to alongside your hip... you glared at him in a way that said stop it right now. he, on the other hand, looked up at you with a smug grin and let out a soft chuckle as he went back to practically worshipping you with his lips.

you wanted to be a good friend and hear your bestie on the other line out.

kylian made it an incredibly difficult task.

but lord, you would be lying to yourself if you said you actually wanted him to stop. he was challenging your task at hand... the attention given between him and your best friend on the line becoming less divisive...

because he was stealing it all.

kylian's starting to enjoy this too much. his fingers slyly made way to hook right at the hem of the t-shirt you wore, which was much too large for you considering that it is his after all.

once he sat up so that he could press his lips to your collarbone, simultaneously lifting your top by the bottom hem... you couldn't conceal the hitch of your breath.

"y/n." your best friend said... now more sternly.

"i'm paying attention, yeah-! right, go on-"

you swear that kylian is gonna be the death of you, all because of this moment.

"i don't know what to do anymore. i think i should just give up on guys... for good. once and for all."

kylian kept up the teasing touches... his fingertips grazing the bare skin of your waist that was covered by the t-shirt only seconds ago. you were barely there on call, anymore. but you had to focus, focus, focus...

you started, "no, girl... don't say that, you just-"

and at that exact moment that your sentence was cut off, it was all kylian's fault. then and there... you felt his lips press gently below your ear. your weak spot.

what were you left to do?

you pressed your thighs together as he kissed you there... you couldn't help but whine just a little bit.

and you knew you couldn't do anything about it now that your best friend had heard.

"wait- are you okay? you sound weird." she asked.

"oh, nothing- i just... shifted the wrong way on the couch." you managed to speak.

you could feel kylian chuckling softly, his lips still lingering just beneath your ear. lord, you wanna kill him! but him? he doesn't care. he only wants you... as if he even has to tell you, for the way he's been kissing you for the past bit has made it more than clear.

kylian's lips grazed the shell of your ear... before finally speaking to you in a hushed, sultry tone.

"hang up, bébé."

you exhaled deeply, coming to terms.

the more your french man coerced you into a trance, the less help you were being to your best friend on the other line. you were seriously losing this battle.

you looked at yourself... barely there as your friend went on about how she thinks she should at least take a break from guys.

kylian's palms splayed across your body... one hand with a firm grip on your thigh... the other hand's fingers splayed across your belly. he didn't even need to put into words how much he could just devour you here and now, for his look did all the talking needed.

your man had you absolutely finished.

"hey, you know, let me call you back in a few minutes. i just remembered i need to go and take care of something." you lied, proceeding to just pray and hope your friend would let you go.

"alright... don't take forever though, girl. do your thing. seeya!" she replied.

immediately, the pad of your thumb darted to tap the red circular button on your touchscreen that'd hang up the call.

and just when you were about to deliver all the scolding you had pent up...

kylian swiftly captured your lips with his own, kissing you hungrily, yet with a tender, soft sort of passion behind it all. you melted into it, as you could feel his fingers pressing into the skin of your waist like he was deprived of you like never before.

he moaned into your mouth quietly before pulling away just barely, your lips still brushing his.

"you are soooo..." you started

"you were taking too long, ma belle." he murmured softly against your lips. "just needed your attention."

you laughed to yourself softly and brought your hand right back to the first place that you had touched him this morning - the nape of his neck. "you're so annoying, kyky."

"and you love me. i felt you folding under all the pressure~" kylian quipped, quickly pulling you into his lap with one swift movement of his strong arms around you, only making you blush more as you straddled him... he kept one hand splayed on your thigh, squeezing lovingly.

"babeeee..." you complained, the sarcasm in your voice obvious, because let's face it... why would you ever want kylian's fine self to stop? your gaze soon met his again.

with that, he planted another loving kiss to your lips... giving another soft squeeze to your thigh.

"mmmh... your friend's not getting a call back from you any time soon, bébé."

[emeraldlusts]

Backless dress - A Kylian Mbappé oneshot

Warning : smut, minors DNI, 18+ only Note : may contain spelling and translating mistakes

Please tell me I'll be able to take that dress off you later on tonight

Your breath hitched as you discreetly read the text you had just received. You sighed and it took everything in you not to search for your boyfriend's eyes in the crowded place.

Kylian and you had been dating for a little over nine months, and it was the first time you found yourselves in the same room at a public event. You had somewhat managed to keep your relationship a secret and you very much wanted to keep it that way. Tonight was risqué. And exhilarating.

Being a young actress still, you were just starting to get used to those award shows. Tonight was the most important one of your career so far as the film you played a supporting role in was nominated for best motion picture. Not only did you know just how hard everyone had worked on this film and hoped it would be rewarded ; but this could also change the entire course of your career, and your life.

Kylian had made it very clear the second he learned about that nomination that he would find a way to be there. He knew you wanted to keep the relationship private, you had been very adamant about that, and he respected that. But being there to support you tonight, even if only from afar, was something that couldn't be negotiated with. And being who he was, it probably just took a 20 seconds phone call to get an invitation.

And so there you were, your skin tingling from feeling his eyes on you as you sat next to your fellow actors, actresses and technicians. You had paid special attention to your outfit, working with the designer in charge of the whole team to find exactly the one outfit that you knew would make it hard for Kylian to keep his distance all night. And it seemed to be working.

Unfortunately not, I have to give it back the second the ceremony ends, it costs a fortune.

You pressed ‘send’ and couldn't resist throwing him what you hoped to be a discreet glance to see his reaction. His brows furrowed slightly but he didn't look up and instead quickly typed his response.

I'll write them a check.

You let out a little laugh at his reply, that was so typical Kylian. Money was obviously not an issue for him and when it came to you, he seemed to be willing to be spending it left, right and centre. It had been a cause for a few of your arguments.

No, you won't. I think you'll like my after-party dress even more anyways, and that one I bought. Just for you.

And you're not ready for what I'll be wearing under either.

Kylian's head shot up as he read your text, and for a second, your eyes met. His were a bit wider than usual and the intensity of his gaze had a blush creeping up your chest and into your cheeks in an instant. That single glance felt like it somewhat sealed a promise for the night to come.

The ceremony started and the room was filled with laughters and applause each time a prize was announced. You chatted away with your costars, catching up with them as you hadn't seen each other in weeks.

The evening went smoothly and way too quickly and before you knew it, it was time for the last award, the best motion picture. Your mouth went dry and you felt your palms getting a little sweaty as the presenter started his speech, naming every nominee before opening up the envelope.

The room erupted in cheers as your mind went blank. You had won ; the movie had won. The whole crew got up and started hugging each other as you stood there, doing the same, trying to register what was happening. You felt tears pool up at your lash line but tried to compose yourself as everyone started walking up to the stage to accept the award. You suddenly realised that you had to walk past Kylian to get there and decided to walk down that side of the aisle, hoping to maybe just be able to subtly brush your hand against his, and have him ground you in the moment, the way he always did.

You quickly looked up to see him standing and clapping, the proudest of smiles on his face and that sight made your heart swell in your chest. You were now fast approaching him and in a bold move that he knew would probably get him into trouble with you later, he lowered his hands to his side, and softly grabbed yours as you walked by, squeezing it two times before letting go.

That gesture went completely unnoticed by everyone else around you but it made your heart beat so fast and so hard you were sure it was going to jump out of your chest.

You stood smiling at the back of the stage as the director and main actors delivered their acceptance speeches, emotion evident in their tone as they thanked the whole team.

The rest of the evening felt like a whirlwind : a few very quick interviews here and there and before you knew it, you were pulled back by your agent to the suite where you were supposed to get out of your ceremonie dress, hand it back over, and then change into your after party outfit.

During the second of privacy you had in that room, right as you were about to slip into your second dress of the night, you decided to snap a shot of your reflection in the mirror, in your lingerie and heels, makeup and hair still done.

Just a sneak peek xx

Kylian felt like he was about to explode. Everything about this night felt so frustrating to him. First of all, seeing you looking so sinfully good for a whole three hours, without being allowed to touch you, kiss you, or even hold your hand felt like torture.

Then seeing you win and walk up that stage took that to a whole new level. He wanted to scream out how proud of you he was, wanted the whole world to know about it, to know you were his. But there again, he could not.

And now you were teasing him with a picture of you, standing in a set of lingerie, pretty sure he'd never seen you in anything that sexy before. To think he'd have to endure yet another hour or so of admiring you from afar, knowing full well what you were wearing under your dress as you'd socialize with complete strangers... He was pretty sure he didn't have the strength for that ; and quite frankly, he was also starting to lose willpower.

Fuck, baby...

We're only staying 30 minutes, not one minute longer.

He took a sip of water and a deep breath before walking into that after party. People immediately came from right and left to shake his hand, say hello, have a chat. It was pretty nice and he usually enjoyed those moments, but tonight, there was only one thing he could focus on, only one thing he wanted.

It felt to him as if the energy of the room shifted the second you walked in, catching his eyes for a brief moment before turning your head to the side and saying hello to someone he didn't know. You were right, he thought, that dress was even better than the first one, it looked flowy but hugged your body perfectly at the same time, the material seemed to hang only by two very thin straps on each of your shoulders. His mouth went dry. 

But then you turned around and all the air left his body with one swift swoop of your hair to the side. It was a backless dress. The two straps went all the way down to just above your ass where the same flowy material covered you while highlighting the perfect curve. He could see the dimples just above it from where he stood ; the ones he loved so much ; the ones he so often traced with his tongue during intimate moments.

He felt the blood rush from his face straight to his groin, and he had half a mind to come up to you, suddenly not caring so much whether you had forbidden it or not. You were clearly on a mission to tease him ; and teased he was. You knew you were playing a dangerous game but he was certain you didn't know just how dangerous.

He took his phone out of his pocket as he started plotting his revenge, all the things he'd do to you in just a minute.

I will ruin you, you have no idea what you've just done xx

You didn't have the time to respond before he sent the second text.

It's 20 minutes now, not 30 anymore. Not up for debate.

And you knew just then that you had him exactly where you wanted him. Dominant, in control, and unstoppable.

Ok, but we can't leave together though

You'll leave first and go straight up to your room, I'll be up a minute after. Don't take anything off, not your shoes, not your earrings, nothing. I'll take care of that. You just wait for me, patiently.

You could feel the thrill of the situation coursing through your veins as you read his texts. He was clearly gone and you knew you were in for a memorable night. Not that there was ever a dull one with Kylian.

Your pulse started to quicken with each passing minute and before you knew it, you found yourself trying to breathe calmly in the elevator as it made its way up toward the suite that was yours for the night. You unlocked the door and then closed it behind you, walking to the corner of the room to light up a small lamp, to make the atmosphere a little bit more intimate.

You didn't have the time to do anything else before you heard a small knock at the door. You went to open it, bracing yourself for what was to come. In an instant, Kylian was in the room, immediately closing the door behind him before placing both hands on your hips and pushing you against the door.

"Godamnit, Y/N," he growled before crashing his lips onto yours.

His whole body was flushed against yours and you could feel all of him. His hard chest against your own, pressing against your breasts ; his knees subtly pushing against the inside of your thighs, somehow forcing your legs a little more apart ; and his bulge, pressing into your hips, almost painfully so.

"You're in so much trouble, baby," he informed you, his teeth closing in on your bottom lip and tugging slightly.

"Why, what have I done ?" you managed to breathe out ; "aren't you proud of me tonight ?" you innocently added.

He turned you around in one swift movement, pushing your front to the door and slapping your ass once before putting his lips at your ear.

"Oh don't give me that, you know exactly what you've done and I'll make you apologize for it."

He detached himself from you and with one finger and a featherlight touch, he traced down from the base of your neck down your spine and stopped when he reached the fabric of the dress, making you shiver.

"I'm super proud of you, and I'll tell you all about it once I'm done with you. Count a few hours, angel,"

You moaned at his words, his tone a little lower than usual, his voice thick with desire.

"In the meantime, you're going to be a very good girl for me, yes ? Do as you're told ?"

"Yes," you answered without even thinking. You were craving this at least as much as he was. You wanted that : him to take complete control, to let out his frustration on you, however he wished to.

"Good," he turned you back around and kissed you once more, whispering a single "I love you," before getting back into character and breaking away from you completely.

That was his thing : no matter how intense it would sometimes get in the bedroom, he always had to remind you every now and again that it all was just pure love for you. And each time, that single sentence had you moaning into him, making you even more willing to give him everything he wanted.

He left you there, breathlessly leaning against the door as he slowly made his way into the room, undoing his tie and grabbing an armchair from a corner. He placed it in the middle of the room, and sat down before looking back up at you.

"Come here," he instructed as he leaned back, legs apart.

He had opened the first few buttons of his shirt and he had never looked so good to you. You tried to maintain your composure as you slowly made your way over to him in your heels. You stood in between his legs, waiting for his next move, your lips parted in anticipation. 

His hands came to rest on the back of your knees, his touch light as he tantalizingly started trailing them up your legs, reaching under your dress and then grabbing both your asscheeks and giving them a firm squeeze. 

Your chest was heaving up and down as you felt your skin burning in the wake of his touch. You could tell now he was going to take his sweet time with you and you didn’t know if you could handle it after all. 

“Please,” the single plea left your lips and a small smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

He trailed his fingers up your waist, his eyes locked on your as he found the small zipper of your dress on your left hip. He slowly slid it down and his eyes turned a shade darker as the material pooled at your feet, leaving you in the lingerie you had carefully chosen for the occasion.

It was a black bodysuit, backless, as you wanted it to be invisible under your dress. The front part was rigid and pushed your chest up, making them look as full as they could be. Kylian felt his mouth water at the sight in front of him. His mind was racing fast as he thought about his next move, wanting to savor you in this for as long as he could, he leaned back once more, admiring you for a second.

“Come on, baby, straddle me,” he told you, bringing his own legs together to make it easier for you. The chair was large enough to fit both of you and you took the hand he offered to place one knee on each side of his thighs. You could now feel the heat of his body under yours and smell the remaining of his cologne on his shirt. You wanted nothing more than to run your tongue over the little part of his chest he had exposed. Before you could do anything of that sort though, he fisted one of his hands into your hair and crashed his lips onto yours. His tongue almost immediately entered your mouth and he claimed you completely with just one kiss. 

Pushing your body into his, you tried to reciprocate as best as you could, but he was clearly in charge of the kiss and all you could really do was let him subdue you like that.

The heat was becoming nearly unbearable and your panties were pretty much completely soaked by then. You tried to lower yourself down on him, to try and find a contact, initiate a friction that would relieve you a little, but he kept you still by your hair, not letting any control slip away.

You were completely out of breath and insanely horny when he finally pulled away. You were trying to compose yourself a little when you saw the most devilish smile light up his face, making you part your lips instantly. 

“Arms behind your back, angel,” he demanded, relishing in the way your eyes shot open just a little bit wider as your legs clenched around his own. “I’m going to drive you crazy, and with what I have in mind, I don’t think you’ll be able to behave yourself, so I’m not taking any risk,” he explained, a fire dancing in his pupils. 

You obeyed, your eyes following his every move as he slid his tie behind your back. But instead of tying both your wrists at the small of your back, he slid the tie a little higher up and fastened it just above your elbows. It forced you to arch your back and push your breasts in his face, and it was just uncomfortable enough to make you even hornier, if that was possible.

He then proceeded to slowly push his legs open again, forcing yours to follow on each side of his. With your arms bound behind your back like that, and your legs spread open as far as they could go, you were completely helpless and unable to move, forced to rely fully on him.

“Are you wet already, baby ?” he asked you as he reached his hand in between your legs and started unbuttoning your body. You instinctively pushed your pelvis against his hand, craving his touch there more than anything. 

“You already know the answer to that,” you bravely replied and his fingers froze there for a second.

“I do, but I want you to tell me.” His voice was low and commanding, reminding you once more that he was in charge, and that when he asked a question, he wanted an answer. 

“I’m so wet, Kylian, please, I need you,” you let out shakily as he uncovered your sex, the warm air of the room doing nothing to soothe your arousal.

You started moaning instantly as he trailed a single digit up and down your folds, collecting some of your arousal on the tip of his index before bringing it up to your lips for you to suck.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said, his gaze locked on your face as you sucked on his finger, “I’m going to tease and bring you to the edge over and over again, until you’re dripping down on me. I want to see a stain on my pants.”

You parted your lips in disbelief and his finger slipped out. The look in his eyes was enough to answer your unspoken question. He was serious. And there was nothing you could do about it, not when he had you tied up and unable to move like that. The erection that was so clearly pushing against the zipper of his pants was completely out of reach, meaning you couldn’t even try to persuade him not make this torture last as long he intended to.

“No, please, baby,” you started pleading as his hand found your aching core once more. 

And so it started, his skilled fingers working at your pussy with a clear goal in mind. He knew you better than you probably even knew yourself ; he knew when to rub, circle or just brush your clit to make you moan and writhe under his touch. Then when he judged that your tiny bundle of nerves was getting a little too sensitive, he moved his fingers to your entrance, and circled it once or twice before plunging two fingers in, curling them just right, making you chant his name. 

You knew you were in deep trouble when he came back to your clit once more. Your skin was on fire and your orgasm was fast approaching ; you were pretty sure even a featherlight touch would push you over the edge at this point. He pushed his thumb against it this time and you gasped, your head falling back. He was observing you closely, he knew your body by heart and he knew you were dangerously close to cuming ; but he didn’t want you to just yet. He wanted to see you break and surrender to him ; handing over your pleasure to his will. He had noticed your arousal starting to drip down the inside of your thighs and there was no way he wasn’t going through with his initial idea.

“You’re almost there baby,” he murmured, encouraging ; “I need you to hold it in for me.”

You whined and felt your body start to fight against your restraints, trying to free yourself so that you could just take matters into your own hands and give yourself what you so desperately needed. You felt Kylians free hand grab your hair at the back of your head and force it back up. 

“Look at me, baby,” he instructed ; “I know you can hold it, you’ve done it before,” he reminded you. 

He was referring to another wild night during which he had made it his mission to teach you to try and control your own orgasms. He had claimed it was because he wanted to go at it all night long and didn’t want you to get too overstimulated ; but you were pretty sure he just wanted to see you fight against your own pleasure, just because he had asked you to.

The memory of that delicious night did nothing to calm you down as Kylian started moving his thumb in tight, small circles over your clit again. 

“N-no, I can’t, Kylian, I’m gonn-”

“Come on, focus for me please, you’re almost there. I swear in a second you’ll be dripping down onto my pants and I’ll give you what you need and more. Just hold it a little longer for me, please.”

And you couldn’t say no to this man, not when he was looking at you like that, his chocolate eyes burning into yours with an intensity that took your breath away. So you tried, tried to focus on his gaze instead of his finger, tried to contract your lower stomach to gain a semblance of control over your own body. It was torture, every muscle in your body was contracted in an attempt to undo everything he was doing with his fingers flicking your clit. 

A small smile appeared on his face as he observed you closely. You were being so good for him, doing exactly as you were told even though it was the exact opposite of what you wanted. He was so hard inside his own pants he was sure he was eventually going to rip through the material. 

Then he looked down to where your body hovered over his thighs and he saw it, the little string of arousal that had finally reached him. He had kept his promise and now he would have the absolute pleasure of ripping the most intense orgasm out of you.

He brought both his hands to your face and pulled you in for a messy kiss, his teeth closing onto your lips and pulling a few times before pulling away. He trailed his hand slowly down your body, making sure you were following his move before caressing your pussy once more, and then collecting the glistening drop of your juice on his pants.

You gasped and he smirked up at you ; you knew what it meant and you almost came on the spot. 

“Are you ready ?”, he cockily asked. 

He didn’t give you an opportunity to reply before plunging two fingers past your folds, curling them right up, brushing against the very spot he knew had you seeing stars. The fingers of his other hand found your clit at the same time and started toying with it messily, making it impossible for you to anticipate his next move. 

You arched you back and let out a loud whine, taken over by the sensations but unable to focus on any of them specifically. You wanted to grind against his hand but your thighs were kept too far apart to allow that. 

“Fuck, baby,” you moaned out.

“That’s it, love, you’ve been so good for me. Let go now,” he encouraged, his movements getting faster.

“I c-can’t, I, too much,” you mumbled incoherently as the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened dangerously.

“Now,” he softly ordered, letting you know just like that that he was  still very much in control of your pleasure. 

Your orgasm hit you like a tsunami wave. Your abused pussy started clenching around his fingers and he didn’t let up for one second, determined to drag it out as long as he could. 

You were seeing stars, your head fell back and your back arched as you lost complete control of it all. The waves of pure pleasure kept coming in and you were a slave to them, unable and unwilling to stop them. They shattered you and took everything you had left after what felt like hours of unrelenting teasing from your boyfriend.

Kylian didn’t let up, once again knowing your body well enough to know you weren’t quite done yet. He started thrusting his fingers in and out, your arousal now dripping down his fingers and into his palm. He lessened the pressure of his thumb against your clit, knowing you were soon going to become too sensitive for that part. Your body spasmed at the same rhythm your walls pulsed around his fingers. His own desire was starting to get to his head and he even considered for a minute freeing his erection and pushing right into you to feel you squeeze him like that.

“Oh my god,” you finally let out in a breath, your eyes still tightly shut. 

Kylian finally pulled his fingers out and it probably took you a whole minute to regain your ability to do anything. He put his arms around you and quickly undid the tie that was holding your arms together, before pulling your body into him. 

“You okay?” he murmured against your ear, his hand brushing up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you down. 

“Gosh, yes,” you replied, your face in the crook of his neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense before,” you confessed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He smiled against your skin. There was nothing he loved more than pleasuring you, pushing your limits only to show you just how much more he could give you afterwards. 

“That was intense,” he confirmed as his hands dropped to your ass to give it a little squeeze. 

It suddenly occurred to you that he was still fully closed and you pulled away from his chest for a second to look at the bulge in his pants. You cocked an eyebrow at him before bringing your fingers to the zipper, a lazy smile pulling at your lips.

He gasped as you freed him and gently wrapped one hand around his rock hard cock. “I need you so bad,” he breathed out before lifting you up into his arms and walking you to the bed, confirming what you already knew : sleep was not on the agenda for that night.

[rmadridcore]

NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Requested

Word Count: 2.6K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

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

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

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

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

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

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

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

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[insidekatmind]

Losing Bet- Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, slight smut, english is not my first language.

It was the first of November, and Jobe had accepted his brother Jude’s challenge for the famous "No Nut November". As usual, Jobe was competitive, and losing to his older brother wasn’t an option. However, there was a problem: you

You knew that every time you wore a short dress or threw him a more provocative look, you’d drive him crazy. And while he was striving to stay true to his promise, you seemed to enjoy testing him without even realizing it. At least, that’s what he liked to think.

---

4 November: the beginning of frustration

Jobe was lying on the couch, his PlayStation controller in his hands, but his eyes weren’t fixed on the screen. They were pointed at you. You were wearing a black dress, just above the knees, and you were setting up the table for dinner. The light of the kitchen lit up your body, making your skin shine like silk.

"Can you stop walking back and forth like that?" he popped, without turning away.

You turned around, raised eyebrow. "I’m just setting. Problems?"

"You’re... too close," he muttered, looking down.

You smiled, putting a plate on the table with theatrical slowness. "Too close, Jobe? Don’t tell me this challenge is already weighing on you."

"Absolutely not!" he replied immediately, the tone too defensive to be credible. "It’s just... it’s not easy to concentrate."

"Focus on what? Beat your brother?" You looked at him with a mischievous smile, approaching to whisper in his ear. " You know you can’t win, right?"

Jobe swallowed hard. "You’ll see."

---

10 November: tension grows

Things were getting worse. Every innocent gesture of yours seemed to amplify his frustration. One evening, while watching a movie together, you leaned against his chest, playing carelessly with the edges of his sweatshirt. Jobe held his breath, trying to keep calm.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, looking up at him, your innocent eyes staring at him.

"Perfectly," he answered in a husky voice. But the blush on his face betrayed the truth.

"Are you sure? You’re a little... tense," you continued, sliding one hand down his arm.

"I’m fine," he insisted, but his clenched jaw and clenched fists said otherwise. In the end, he stood up sharply. "I must... drink water."

You followed him into the kitchen, watching him lean against the counter, taking a deep breath. "You know, Jobe, you can give up anytime. There is no shame in losing."

He turned to you, dark eyes shining with fierce determination. "I will not lose. Especially against Jude."

"Not to lose to Jude, or not to lose with me around?" you asked him, tilting your head.

Jobe puffed, his hand in his hair. "" You... are the problem."

You smiled, and approached him until you touched his chest. "" Me? I’m not doing anything." You looked straight into his eyes, your voice a whisper. " It’s just me."

---

25 November: the deadline

It was evening, and you were trying on a new dress. When you came out of the bathroom, you found Jobe sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in your hands. As soon as he saw you, his eyes widened.

"What do you think?" you asked, turning slowly. The dress was tight, perfectly wrapping your curves, and your skin shone in the soft light of the room.

"You’re... incredible," he murmured, but there was a note of suffering in his voice.

"Thank you," you replied, moving closer to sit next to him. You kissed his cheek gently, but he did not move. When you tried to pull back, his hand grabbed your wrist.

"You can’t do that," he said, looking at you with a seriousness that made you hold your breath. " You can’t be so... perfect and expect me to stay strong."

"Then surrender," you whisper, your face a few inches from his.

Jobe closed his eyes, struggling with himself. "No. I can’t. I won’t lose to Jude."

"But you’re losing with me," you replied, letting yourself fall gently on his knees, your hands slipping around his neck.

"You don’t play clean," he muttered, his trembling hands stopping on your hips. "And it’s not fair."

"Right?" you bowed your head, your hair touching his face. "It’s not a matter of right or wrong, Jobe. It’s just a matter of what you really want."

At that moment, his determination collapsed. His hands were squeezed around you, and his breath mixed with yours as his lips found yours with an urgency that he had held back for too long.

You started to rub your hand on his cock making him moan loudly while sucking his lip making him moan and making Jobe raise your dress with urgency. You smiled and unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his boxer shorts.

You put a hand around his cock that was very hard and started to saw it and Jobe moaning swearing but stopped your hand. He wanted to hear you, he needed to be inside of you.

You smiled and lined his cock in your pussy and both of you moaned as he tried not to close his eyes feeling like your pussy was squeezing his dick.

"shit, I missed that feeling," said Jobe moaning as he squeezed your ass and started lifting his hips to fuck you.

You moaned and started sucking his neck, driving him crazy. He started moving his hips faster while he occasionally slapped your butt as he grunted.

---

The next day, at breakfast.

Jude walked into the kitchen with a smirk at Jobe’s nipples on his neck. "So, little brother, did you resist?" he said sarcastically

Jobe looked up at you, who was smiling innocently as you drank your coffee. Then he sighed, looking down. "All right, I lost. Are you happy?"

Jude burst out laughing. "I knew it! And you were so sure. I just wonder what made you give in..."

"You’ll never know," said Jobe, glancing at you with a complicity.

Jude smiled and winked at you to thank you for making you laugh*

[spidybaby]

Makeup Voice-over

Madrid Boys x Influencer!Reader

Summary: You ask your boyfriend for help to record the voice-over of your makeup routine.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: Hi guys! Many of you asked me to do a version of Barca Boys but with Madrid guys. I took the most mentioned in the requests, hope you like it, love you 🙂‍↔️❤️

Jude

"So, I just have to do say what you are doin'?" He asks, confused while you place the airpods on his ears.

"Yes, baby." You smile at him.

"What if I don't know the name of the product?" He asks, worried. "Or the name of the tool?"

"Jude, just do it your way, call it whatever."

"Alright, boss." He smiles.

You left the room, leaving him to do it alone. You walk with a laundry basket to the laundry room. Wanting to be surprised with the video once it's done.

Jude does what you told him, play the video, and start to say what you are applying with a lot of detail.

"Hello' mates, I'm Y/n, your favorite one. Today, I'm doing a tutorial so you can look as amazing as I do."

He chuckles as he stops the video. You recorded in parts so he could pause and do the voice over slowly.

"I'm applying this green gel, I think that's for hair." He says, confused. "Oh, on my face, okay." He doesn't understand why you would apply that to your face. "Now I'm grabbing this and putting drops of it on my face. As you can see, it's the same color as my skin." He explains.

He takes a pause to drink some water.

"With a sponge, I know that cause my amazing boyfriend who I adore gave it to me!" He says proudly. "I spread it all over my face, then you grab another product with the same color and put it under your eye, in your chin, in your forehead."

He tries to understand what you are doing but he doesn't really know much about makeup and he doesn't really know much about the names.

"Okay, so now you need to use powder, place it all over the stuff you just spread." He confusingly says. "Now I know this one, you need to blush your face just like when my perfect boyfriend gives me a compliment. Love you, darling." He chuckles.

He feels happy that he knows what you are doing, he might be dumb but he wasn't dumb to blush.

"Now apply brown powder cause why not." He explains. "Also, now with a brush, you grab this other brown powder and apply it to the eye, close it before, we don't want to become blind."

He praised himself for the knowledge.

"Now that your eyes are powdered with brown, you grab an even darker brown and do it to only a part of your eye." He says, obviously thinking he is correct. "Now you take this shiny powder and apply it to the other part of your eye, yes."

He pauses again, taking a other sip of his drink.

"Okay, mates, and you grab this mascara. Yes, that's the name. Write it down. You apply it to the lashes twice, apparently."

You are downstairs finishing with loading the washing machine, not thinking that it was going to be as funny as it was being.

"Now we apply lipstick, but if I'm being honest let's skip it, fuck!" He says, very confident. "Oh, shit. Not this glossy thing. Okay, apply a glossy thing to your lips but don't kiss your man because that will end up on his lips."

He hates gloss, everybody knows that now.

"And then you spray your face, why? I don't know." He chuckles. "Thank you guys, now go buy a real madrid jersey with the number 5, bye."

Kylian

"Bonjour à tous, je suis Y/n."

"Kyks, in English, please!" You say from the kitchen. He was recording the voice-over on the couch.

"Anyways, today I'm doing my skin care and makeup. Let's start." He says in a very sweet tone. "First wash your face if you don't disgusting."

You can't help but laugh at him.

"Shhh, I'm working here." He says, trying not to laugh. "You now need to pass this cotton thing with this mmm, water?" He questions.

You shake your head, he tries to praise that he knows everything but clearly don't.

"Pass it around and let it dry." He nods at himself. "Then you need to apply this silicony gel, make sure it's spead correctly because if not you will root and die."

"Kylian!" You warn him. "You can't say that to people."

"I know what I'm doing, mademoiselle." He tells you. "Now that you did, apply foundation on this plate and add some of your skin care. Why? Don't know, but do it just like I do."

He pauses the video to talk to you.

"What is the plate?" He asks.

"It's a mixing pallette." You explain. "You use it to mix products."

He nods, understanding. "Now you pick it up with a brush, applying it to your face. Blend it up calmly because if not, you might break an arm." He chuckles. "Then you move to your small foundation, I think that's not what is called but Google it. It's Dior as you can see."

He makes sure to say it because when you did a video asking him to guess the price he was impressed that Dior had makeup.

"Once that's done, you grab this brown cream. Grab the brush and take some product, apply to the forehead and the cheeks." He explains. "And grab this blush, one dot on each cheek, blend it."

You smile at how he looks like he is enjoying doing it.

"Grab the powder and powder yourself, make sure to be very powder, or you'll be all wet with the other products, and you will be the clown of the party."

You cover your mouth, can't believe how extra he was being.

"Then you'll grab another brown product, applying it again, same with the blush, do it again. Don't worry if it seems wasteful. Make your boyfriend get you another one."

He chuckles, knowing that he was being a hit.

"Now you need to move to the eyes. You are going to grab a pallette and apply a color to the eyes. You then gran your marker and draw a line, make it sharp, it needs to be able to cut the enemies."

You shake your head no, laughing at him being so extra.

"Once you do that, you need to apply more lashes, bigger ones." He explains. "They glue to the eyelid, and once it's done, grab a mascara, apply it."

You move from the kitchen to where he is. "Almost done? The food is ready."

He nods. "You are going to grab a color pencil. Paint your lips with it because you'll need it for the lipstick. When you are done, you need to apply a spray."

He tries to remember the name of that spray but he can't.

"And done, now I leave to go to a Real Madrid game to see my boyfriend, love you Kylian, the best, vote for him on La Liga player of the month, bye."

Arda

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" He asks, very shyly.

"Yes, love." You smile, caressing his face. "It's just a voice-over of my makeup tutorial."

"But I'll mess up things."

"No, you won't." You smile. "Just name things as you think they are, okay?"

"Okay."

He walks over to your studio, you let him alone to do it because he asked you to.

"Okay, shit." He takes a deep breath. "Hello everyone, my girlfriend is doing a makeup tutorial. First, she's applying this skin color cream with an eggy looking sponge."

He's confuse at the sponge but won't pay mind to it.

"Then you need to grab another skin color cream. This one is, I think, a little bit more bright, or maybe it's the light." He says, very confused. "You need to hit your face with the sponge and move the cream around. Then you are going to grab a big brush, she's using one I gave her for her birthday, don't ask me, my mom helped me." He chuckles

He didn't lie. He got you a lot of makeup things for your birthday. Thanks to his mom, he got everything right because he was lost.

"Now, with another brush, she's grabbing this thing to make her face have shape or something like that. You need to apply it to the jawline, the cheek, your nose, everywhere basically."

He's confuse about why is it everywhere, but he won't question you.

"Okay, now a different brush. This has been in her collection for a long time, I know cause I once almost broke it, and she told me that." He chuckles. "You grab this pinky powder, apply it to the cheeks and I don't know why she's also applying it on the top of her nose and on her eyelids."

He's confused at why you are doing that but won't complain. He isn't a woman, he can't argue with you about it.

"Okay, now she's using this eye makeup. She likes orange, and she will use it on her eyes. This makeup was when we played with the orange jersey. Love that jersey. Also, the white one is cool, but this one has its own thing."

He's rambling, but you don't mind about it. It was supposed to be something fun for you and him. So you told him to be himself and to ramble if he wants.

"After the eyes, she usually grabs this lash comb, makes her eyelashes grow, they look amazing." He admires the image of you. "She doesn't like gloss or lipstick, so she's using this belly thing on her lips, tapping it with her fingers to make it seem natural."

He was almost done. He knows it because when you do this, you then apply a spray and say you are done.

"To finish you grab this spray, it makes your makeup last. Why? I'm not sure, but I just trust the process, apparently." He says, trying not to chuckle. "Now we are done, and as you can see, she looks amazing. Thank you for watching."

Brahim

"Bueno gente, let's start this." Brahim says. "You'll need to be pretty cause if you are not as pretty as me, sad." He says.

You shake your head no, trying not to let the big laugh you are holding out.

"You need to use some foundation, I use this one from Rihanna." He mentions, not sura about brands but dealing with it. "You grab the sponge, hit your face with it, hard please so you can stamp that makeup on."

You lost it, letting the laugh out.

"Shhh, amor venga!" He says. "Okay, move on, you grab your concealer. In this case, I couldn't sleep because I like to watch my boyfriend who is very handsome, guapo el chico!"

You laugh again.

"You then grab this powder, also grab this triangle, press the powder, and then place it under the eyes, the forehead, the cheeks." He explains, feeling like a pro. "You then grab that cocoa powder lookalike. Then please grab a brush and a blush, I love the kiko one, muy bueno, mucho pimiento!"

"Pigmento!" You laugh

"Exactly," He says. "Now I don't like to add much eye shadow, I place this light brown, como café corto de leche, then I add highlight."

"Coffee with light milk?" You ask.

"Shhh, guapa." He says, waving his hand. "To finish, I apply my favorite mascara. It's named better than sex, even tho it is not because my boyfriend joder!"

You almost pee yourself from how hard you are laughing at his silliness.

"Now, apply a lip oil and go around your day." He says sassy. "Also, don't forget to go and see my boyfriend, The Brahim Diaz, highlights on La Liga Instagram. Adiós, kiss kiss." He finishes with a kiss sound.

[rebelliousneferut]

the girl on the screen | kylian mbappé

summary; you're kylian mbappé's girlfriend, living a relatively quiet life until you unexpectedly become the internet's obsession. during kylian's real madrid speech, you're caught on camera and instantly go viral.

genre; smau

face claim; maria isabel

note; english is not my first language.

forgive my poor edits, i did what i could haha

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

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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🌻