#mbappe fanfic

[xlatiwritesx]

Just the Two of Us | KM9

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 2.7 K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What-"

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

"I try to stir?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's just" you start.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you" you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was in on it too.

“You knew?!” You text back.

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

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

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

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

“Very” you say, half sarcastically.

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

[latin5mamii]

competition

warnings: cuteness (my heart literally melt)

genre:fluff; kylianxfem!reader

summary: Kylian can't stand kitten videos anymore, so what's better than actually gifting you one?

author's note: I’m really going to miss seeing our little croissant play for the next three weeks! It’s just so sad and i want to cry. Every time I watch him on the pitch, I find myself literally ADMIRING him , and honestly, it’s starting to worry me about my mental health...

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩

You’ve been dreaming about adopting a kitten for what feels like forever—weeks of obsessively sending Kylian video after video of fluffy kittens, each with the same unspoken message: “I need one.”

He’s honestly not sure how this kitten craze of yours even started. Maybe it was that time you found a kitty on the street and immediately dropped to your knees, practically begging him to take it home with you. He still remembers the way your face fell when you found out the kitten already had an owner. Ever since then, you’ve been on a mission.

It’s gotten kind of relentless. At first, Kylian thought it was cute, how every few hours you’d send him another kitten clip with heart eyes and a not-so-subtle, “Look at this one! Isn’t it adorable?” But now, it’s reached a point where every time his phone dings, he knows it’s another video of a kitten doing something cute, followed by your predictable "I want one so bad."

The man can only take so much.

And for Kylian, saying no to you is basically impossible. He could ignore the hints for a while, but the way you light up whenever the topic of kittens comes up? Yeah, there’s no way he’s letting this one slide much longer.

“Amour,” Kylian’s deep, playful voice echoes through your temporary apartment as he closes the door behind him. You barely glance up from your phone, lost in yet another kitten video that you’ll definitely be sending him in a few minutes.

But his tone catches your attention. There’s something different in it—something secretive.

“Amour,” he repeats, this time a bit more mischievous. “I have a surprise for you.”

That’s all it takes. Your heart skips a beat, and you scramble to your feet, tossing your phone onto the couch without a second thought. You rush down the hallway toward him, excitement bubbling up inside you.

“Kylian, what is it? What’s going on?” you ask breathlessly, practically bouncing on your toes. You’re not great with surprises, mainly because your curiosity knows no bounds, and Kylian knows that all too well.

He grins, clearly enjoying your impatience. “Patience, chérie,” he teases, holding his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes first.”

You let out an exaggerated groan but obey, squeezing your eyes shut. “You know I hate this, right?”

He chuckles, and you can hear him moving closer. “I know. But you’ll love this.”

There’s a moment of silence, and you feel like you’re going to explode from anticipation. Then, just as you’re about to cheat and peek, you hear it—a tiny, delicate meow.

Your eyes snap open before Kylian can even tell you to, and your breath catches in your throat. In his arms, nestled against his chest, is the most adorable, tiny kitten you’ve ever seen. Its fur is a mix of cream and gray, and its big, round blue eyes blink up at you with curiosity.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, your hands flying to your mouth as you stare in disbelief.

Kylian laughs softly, clearly proud of himself as he watches your reaction. “I couldn’t handle the constant kitten videos anymore,” he teases, shifting the tiny bundle of fur in his arms so you can get a better look. “So I figured I’d just… bring you one.”

You’re speechless, your hands trembling as you reach out to take the kitten from him. It’s so small, so delicate, and it lets out the tiniest purr as soon as it’s nestled in your arms, pressing its little head against your chest. 

“I love you,” you murmur, though you’re not entirely sure whether you’re saying it to Kylian or the kitten. Maybe both.

“I know,” he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But do you love me more than the kitten?”

You giggle, shaking your head as you hold the kitten closer. “Well, the kitten is pretty cute. You’ve got some competition now.”

He feigns offense, raising an eyebrow as if wounded, but the act doesn’t last long. Watching you tenderly cradle the tiny kitten in your lap, gently stroking its soft fur, his heart can’t help but melt.“So… have you thought of a name yet? Or are you just going to call it ‘kitten’ forever?”

You look down at the tiny fluff ball in your lap. A name? You hadn’t even gotten that far in your daydreams.

“Hm, I don’t know… I kind of like ‘kitten,’” you joke, earning a groan from Kylian. “No, seriously! Look at this face. It’s like pure kitten energy.”

“Amour, we are not calling it ‘kitten,’” Kylian says, though he can’t help but smile.

You tap your chin playfully, as if deep in thought, then look up at Kylian with a soft smile. “I think I need to really take my time with this,” you say, your tone serious but with a hint of teasing. “It’s a big decision, and I don’t want to rush it.”

Kylian raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’re telling me we need to schedule a whole naming ceremony for this kitten?”

“Obviously,” you reply with a grin, gently stroking the kitten’s fur. “It’s an important choice. I’ll need some time… and maybe a little inspiration.”

Kylian leans in, his voice playful. “Oh? And how do you plan on finding this inspiration, chérie?”

You tilt your head and flash him a warm smile. “By cuddling with my two favorite babies,” you say softly, looking between him and the kitten. “That should give me all the inspiration I need.”

Kylian’s expression softens instantly, his eyes sparkling as he leans in closer, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “Your two babies, huh?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and affectionate.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, leaning into him as you settle against his chest. “My big baby and my little baby. Both equally important.”As you lean into Kylian’s embrace, you watch the tiny kitten stir slightly before making its way to his stomach. With a delicate hop, it settles right on top of him, curling into a tiny ball, its soft purring almost harmonizing with the rise and fall of Kylian’s breathing.

You can’t help but smile, feeling your heart practically melt at the sight. There’s something about seeing Kylian, this towering, athletic man, with such a delicate creature nestled on his chest that makes the moment even sweeter.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. “Look at her.”

Kylian glances down at the little fluff ball, a small chuckle escaping him. “She’s already making herself at home,” he says softly, his fingers lightly grazing the kitten’s fur. “Can’t say I blame her, though. I’m pretty comfortable, right?”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩

[mattsunsdollie]

𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Description: All you want is to be your boyfriends passenger princess? Keep dreaming

MDNI

Smut 18+ only

You’ve grown to be jealous, all of your friends boyfriends drove them around, calling them their “passenger princess”. You, on the other hand, had a passenger prince. It wasn’t news to anyone that Kylian had never gotten his license, in fact, he preferred it that way. Always saying something along the lines of “Why do I need it cherie? I have a driver who could take me?” Bless his drivers heart, that poor man had spent countless hours behind a wheel. Of course that didn’t go unseen to Kylian, giving the man a generous check for Christmas, and a month off to rest. Which is exactly why you were now the designated driver.

“Love do you need to go now? Can’t we just lay in bed for another hour or 2?” You groaned, covering your eyes with your bare arm. Kylian was a dedicated man, which is one of the qualities you most admired about him. He wouldn’t be the man he is without dedication and his strong work ethic. Which is why, during his Christmas break, when there is no training he is nagging about being driven to the stadium to practice even if that meant doing so alone.

Pulling his shirt over his head and down, covering his stomach he walks over to you, a gentle hand removing your arm. “Promise when we get home we can lay in bed all you want amour. But, I can’t lose momentum, I have a big season with the new club” Lightly placing kisses on your face and collarbone, only stopping to laugh at your exaggerated sighs.

All you wanted was to sleep in with Kylian, but you understand the pressure he has on his shoulders. A new club, a legacy and expectations to live up to, yet he was the most carefree man you’ve met. Dragging your feet you make your way into the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and washing your face. Fixing some pieces of hair around your face you see him through the bathroom mirror, kneeled in the corner of your bedroom tying his shoes.

Between the compression shirt and randomly being more needy than usual, the sight left you wanting to really stay in the bed all day. Finally positioning your hair the way you want you see Kylian smiling at you through the mirror before going to the kitchen, you hear the fridge door open about five times, which he only does when he’s been waiting for so long he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

December in Madrid was probably one of the coldest you’ve ever experienced, the cold only adding more fuel to wanting to stay home. Pressing the auto start of the car Kylian had gifted you, even though you insisted the car you had before him was in perfect condition. You picked up an extra water and your headphones before heading into the garage to begin the 15 minute drive to the stadium.

Since driving back and forth didn’t seem convenient, you opted for wearing a workout jumpsuit under a matching sweatpants and hoodie set. If you were going to be a designated driver you would at-least do something productive while waiting.

“Ready bella?” Kylian said as he closed the car door, being embraced by the warmth of the heater and your playlist in the background. Nodding and placing the expensive vehicle in reverse you backed out of the garage and onto the street. Lately, with all the work Kylian had been doing plus an increase in appetite he had grown extremely big, his compressions shirts hugging in all the right places.

Before you knew it you were pulling into the parking lot of the stadium. Parking in an empty lot,which you expected, Kylian extended his arm over the console and grabbed your knee. “I promise I won’t take more than an hour and a half baby” giving a reassuring squeeze. Simply placing your hand over his and nodding, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his arms.

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After Kylian went into the field you made your way into the gym, which like the rest of the stadium, was empty. Taking off your sweatshirt you began stretching, you didn’t claim to be a pro in the gym but you knew the basics and did workouts here and there.

Now, this wasn’t just any gym of course, it had all the fancy equipment and all the weights. Putting on your head phones you began with the stair master. It started off fine, but at the 15 minute mark you grew increasingly hot, desperate to cool off your body temperature you removed the sweats.

Left in your jumpsuit you could really check yourself out in the mirror, the tight workout set hugging and snatching all the right areas. Looking behind you in the mirror you noticed the small pump the stair master caused. Deciding you might as well go all out since Kylian wouldn’t be done for another hour or so you made your way over to the smith machine to begin working out your glutes.

45 minutes of lifting went by fast, in fact you were so consumed with trying to beat your previous weight and reps you didn’t even notice Kylian standing a few feet behind you. Lifting your head and placing the weight on the bar you see him, shamelessly checking you out.

“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view amour” he spoke with his arms crossed maintaining eye contact through the mirror. Shaking your head and grabbing a small towel and that was hanging off of a nearby bar you turn around while wiping your hands, “Is it always hot in here? I feel like my skin is going to melt off”

He laughs, extending his arm to wrap it around your waist, “Let’s get you cooled off then cherie” Even if Kylian wasn’t the tallest compared to others he never failed to make you feel small by his wide body. Playing coy you rolled your eyes at his comment “Eager to leave are we now?”

To build tension you deciding to bend over to pick up the sweatpants and hoodie that were folded neatly. You made sure when bending over you do it in a way that showed the outline of your thong. By the time you stand up fully he’s grabbing your hand and dragging you out the gym.

Small french curses leave his mouth as he leads the way to the car. The black luxury vehicle still where you left it, in an empty lot. You’ve never been so glad you had that car, as per Kylians request got it tinted to ensure your safety and his when you drive together.

Going in the car through the designated doors to not raise suspicion to anyone watching the cameras, you quickly throw the pair of sweats in the back seat. Bending over and arching over the console Kylian couldn’t resist seeing your ass in that angle, letting his hands move on instinct and placing a light slap.

Placing a hand on his thigh while now leaning over the console facing him, you close the gap. Slow kissing to begin, your hand creeps closer to his crotch area. Feeling the hard imprint through his joggers you decide to not waste the time you don’t have.

Pulling back only slightly to look down to lower his sweats and boxers. His erection causing it to spring and hit his lower stomach. “Take what’s yours amour” he says analyzing your face. Spitting in the palm of your hand you lower that hand on to the tip, closing the gap between you two at the same time.

Your soft and wet hand circling the tip while kissing him deeper was starting to make his head hazy. Slow and small movements turned into a full handjob, the wet sounds turning you on causing you to rub your thighs to relieve some pressure.

Squeezing tighter at the base and slowly swirling around at the top, hearing groans as you catch your breath from the intense kiss. Pulling your hair to one side ready to lower your head and begin using your mouth Kylian grabs your wrist which was still jerking him off, “Not gonna, fucking hell- last. Please need to feel you now”

And who were you to deny him, his hands eagerly finding your hips and helping you lift over the console to straddle him. Pulling the jumpsuit down to get your breasts to spill over the top he began playing and pinching with your nipples. Content with the reaction he was getting from you, rubbing and grinding down on him.

Losing focus on your nipples and rubbing your pussy from the outside of the jumpsuit, which he knew he wasn’t going to be able to get you out of the one piece. Thinking quickly he grabbed the hem of the shorts, stretching them to the point they were unwearable.

Now that one short was loose enough he rolled up over one ass cheek, leaving your thong exposed as well. Poor damp panties leaving nothing to the imagination, he could see and feel through the soaked material how puffy your lips and clit were.

Grabbing the sorry excuse of underwear he pulled it to the side, noticing the sticky residue that stuck to it as he removed it. “What’s got you this wet baby?” he said as his thumb found its place on your clit again. To lost in the pleasure you didn’t answer immediately.

The scene above him was nothing less than pornographic, boobs spilled out while you rocked trying to keep up with the rhythm of his thumb and his dick laying on your thigh, twitching from the view.

“Y-you, fast please Ky” you moan, using one hand on the consol for balance and the other to play with your nipples. Speeding up he could see your poor hole clenching around nothing, hinting to you approaching your climax.

Grabbing his dick from the base he brought the head and tapped your puffy wet lips with it, the sensation causing you to jerk lightly. “You’re soaked baby, leaking all over me” he said rubbing himself up and down.

“Need it now please, just put it in” you begged, your hand coming down to his hand and angling his tip with your hole. Slight pressure making his tip enter you, the stretch feeling too good. The feeling of being stretched to the brim and it was just the beginning.

With your face scrunched you lowered yourself even more, looking down to see where you two became one. Moaning lowly until you reached the bottom, sitting snugly on top of Kylian. Not having the energy to bounce just yet you began to rock back and forth. Between the wetness and tightness and the jiggle of your boobs with each movement, Kylian felt he could cum right there.

“Shit, just like that. Take this dick, it’s all yours” he groaned, grabbing the fat on your hips, slightly lifting you. With that hint, you began to lightly bounce, moaning louder now. The angle had his tip hitting the deepest part, and every time you bottomed out his trimmed pubic area brushing your clit in a way that would have you seeing stars soon.

Light bouncing turned to just fucking your self on him, using him. At this point you were sure the car was rocking back and forth, but you could care less. “Perfecting fucking pussy, squeezing me- shit, just right” he moaned slapping your ass.

Clenching at the praise didn’t go unnoticed, he pulled the one piece, making you lay directly on him as he wrapped his arms around your back. “Filthy fucking girl, like when I tell you how good this pussy squeezes me?” He grunted in your ear as he began rutting himself up to you.

Curses leaving your mouth you desperately try to reach for something to squeeze, the pressure building as his thrusts become harder and faster. Sneaking your hand between your bodies you began toying with your clit.

The sudden realization that someone could see the car moving, and realize that Kylian is claiming you in the moment caused your wetness to increase. Obviously his team members knew you were dating, but it really solidified it that everyone would see he claimed you as his.

Feeling possessive you began kissing his neck and face, lightly sucking marks on his collar bones. Between the stretch and the depths he was reaching you began bucking down, meeting his thrusts. “Tell me it’s mine baby, only mine” you moaned gripping his arms.

Your statement causing his thrusts to become more erratic and for him to switch back to his native tongue. You quickly lifted up, seeing his dick twitch and glistening. Placing your feet down on either side you really began riding, “Gonna fucking cum, oh shit- so good” you moaned back arched as his hands found your hips.

“Cum on it baby, make a mess. Mark it as yours” he said through gritted teeth, trying to make you cum first before he did. As the intense orgasim rushed through you, you laid flat once again. Kylian kissing your forehead as he grabbed your ass and lifted and put it down.

Leaning on the console you could see white rings on his dick, which he noticed as well. Seeing you finally came he sloppily bucked his hips up, as you milked him dry.

Sitting still, with him still inside you, you felt him tap your butt. “Come on amour, let’s go home”

Groaning from the laziness you felt post sex and exhaustion in your legs you whined, “Kylian for the New Year get your license. I can’t even feel my legs”

/

this was written based off of a dream, but this was also written tipsy sooo if sucks excuse that. also haven’t written since i deactivated my old blog 😩

[fanficgirlysmhh]

Insta jealousy

Summary; When a flirty influencer's obsession with Kylian Mbappe gets out of hand, his girlfriend (y/n) uses a viral Instagram reel to teach him a lesson

Pairing; Kylian Mbappe x reader

Word count; 1281

Warnings: fluff, jealousy, relationship

The tension had been building for weeks. Every day seemed to bring another post or interview from Brenda, the influencer who couldn’t stop talking about how much she adored Kylian Mbappe. Yesterday, she’d taken it a step further, openly declaring in an interview that she loved Mbappe and wanted him to follow her on Instagram. To your dismay, Kylian had obliged. Now, they followed each other, and Brenda liked and commented cheekily on every one of his photos, completely ignoring the pictures of you two together.

You were trying to stay calm, but it was getting harder every day. Fans were tagging you in Brenda’s videos, filling Kylian’s Instagram with questions about your relationship status. You knew you needed to do something before you exploded.

One evening, as Kylian scrolled through his phone, chuckling at something Brenda had posted, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. "Really, Kylian? You think this is funny?"

He looked up, surprised. "What are you talking about, y/n?"

You crossed your arms, the frustration bubbling up. "Brenda. She’s everywhere, always talking about you, and now you're encouraging her by liking and commenting on her posts."

Kylian sighed, putting his phone down. "It's just harmless fun. She’s just a fan."

"A fan who wants more than just an autograph," you shot back. "And it’s not just her. Her followers, your followers, they all keep tagging me, asking if we’ve broken up. It’s humiliating."

He frowned, the humor fading from his eyes. "I didn’t realize it was bothering you that much."

"Well, it is," you said, the tears of frustration welling up. "I feel like I'm competing for your attention."

Kylian stood, walking over to you. "You don’t have to compete for anything. You're the one I love."

"Then show it," you whispered, the fight draining out of you. "Because right now, it doesn’t feel that way."

Kylian pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "I’m sorry, y/n. I’ll fix this. I didn’t mean to make you feel like this."

You nodded against his chest, but the seed of an idea had already taken root. You would make him see what it felt like. The next day, you called your friends and set your plan in motion.

That afternoon, you and your friends gathered in your living room, ready to film the Instagram reel. You’d found a filter that showed pictures of footballers, allowing you to rate their hotness on a scale of 1-10.

"Alright, ladies," you said, starting the recording. "Let’s rank the hottest footballers."

The first picture that popped up was Jude Bellingham. "Ooh, Jude is definitely a 9," one of your friends said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Those eyes are killer," another friend agreed, giving Jude a high score.

Next up was Erling Haaland. "Haaland’s got that Viking look. Solid 8," you said, laughing as your friends nodded in agreement.

When a picture of Hugo Lloris appeared, your friends went wild. "a total 10!" one of them shouted.

You smiled, ready for the next photo. "And in second place," you said, glancing at the camera with a smirk as a picture of Marcus Rashford appeared, “is someone I’ve had the biggest crush on forever. He’s just... perfect. Definite 9.5.”

Your friends gasped and giggled. "Ooh, tell us more!" one of them teased.

"Maybe later," you said, winking at the camera.

That evening, Kylian came home, his face a mix of confusion and irritation. He held up his phone, the reel paused on the screen. "Y/n, what is this?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, though your heart was racing. "Just a fun reel with my friends. Why? Did it bother you?"

Kylian narrowed his eyes, a hint of jealousy flickering in them. "You didn’t even put me on the list, and you ranked guys who look like me. And what's this about a long-standing crush on Rashford?"

You crossed your arms, trying to maintain your cool. "Why does it bother you? You find it cute when Brenda fawns over you in every interview, and you even follow her back and like her pictures.“

Before Kylian could respond, his phone buzzed again. He glanced at it, his eyes widening slightly. "Rashford... he commented on your reel."

Your heart skipped a beat. "What did he say?"

Kylian read aloud, "‘Always knew I had a secret admirer! Thanks for the love, y/n.’” He looked up, his jealousy now unmistakable. “And he put a winking emoji.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, can you blame him?”

Kylian didn’t seem amused. Instead, he quickly typed a reply, "‘Back off, mate. She's taken.’”

You raised an eyebrow, amused by his protectiveness. "Feeling a bit jealous, are we?"

Kylian sighed, pulling you into a hug. "I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I thought it was just harmless fun. But seeing you talk about other guys... yeah, it made me jealous."

You looked up at him, your resolve wavering. "I just wanted you to see how it feels."

He sighed, pulling you closer. "I’m sorry. I didn't think about how it would affect you. You know you're the only one I care about, right?"

You melted into his embrace, feeling the tension ease away. "I know. I guess I just needed a little reminder."

Kylian kissed the top of your head, holding you tight. "I promise, I'll be more mindful. And for the record, you’re way hotter than any influencer out there."

You laughed, feeling the last of your jealousy slip away. "And you’re way hotter than Haaland."

Kylian chuckled, lifting your chin to look into your eyes. "Good to know. Now, how about we take a break from social media and spend some quality time together?"

You nodded, smiling up at him. "Sounds perfect."

As the evening wore on, you and Kylian put the drama behind you

---

The next morning, as you cuddled with Kylian on the couch, you had an idea. Grabbing your phone, you set it up to record another reel. Kylian watched curiously as you began.

"Hey everyone," you said with a grin. "After yesterday's fun, I realized I missed someone very important. So today, I'm going to rank the hottest footballer, and honestly, there's no competition. The number one spot goes to..."

You turned the camera to Kylian, who smiled sheepishly. "Kylian Mbappe," you said proudly. "No one even comes close."

Kylian laughed, pulling you into his lap. "You're just saying that because you have to."

You shook your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "No, I'm saying it because it's true."

As you posted the reel, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Within minutes, comments started pouring in, and fans were tagging Brenda, mocking her obsession and praising your sweet relationship.

Kylian glanced at the screen and then back at you, his expression softening. "Thank you," he said quietly.

You smiled, leaning your head against his. "Always, Kylian. You're the only one for me."

[mbappeward]

when you wear revealing clothes and he gets protective - kylian mbappe imagine

As you gave yourself one final glance in the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of your dress and adjusting the delicate necklace at your throat, you felt a surge of excitement. The dress was bold, shimmering under the light—a perfect combination of daring and elegance. You were just about to grab your purse when the sound of the front door opening made you look up.

Kylian walked in, clearly just back from training, his steps slowing as he took you in. His eyes scanned you, taking in the outfit from head to toe, his brows knitting slightly.

“Wooooah…” he murmured, setting his training bag down. For a second, he was speechless, his gaze fixed on you with a blend of admiration and concern. “You look incredible… but where are you going dressed like this?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, spinning around to give him a full view. “Out with the girls! We’re going to that new lounge downtown. It’s been ages since we all went out together, so…” You shrugged, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

He took a few steps closer, crossing his arms as his expression shifted from admiration to a more serious look. “And… you’re planning to go like that?” His gaze lingered on the thin straps and the dress’s snug fit, concern clear showing in his face.

“Yes, like this. Is there anything wrong?” you replied, playfully adjusting one of the straps and tossing him a grin. “Everyone’s dressing up tonight. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, except…” he hesitated, running a hand over his jaw as he looked you over. “Except it’s… dangerous to be out like this. People can get too close, or worse, they might not leave you alone. You know how guys can be.”

You rolled your eyes a little, though there was warmth in his voice that made you smile. “Isn’t that why you taught me how to jab someone in the ribs if they get too close?” you teased, stepping up and giving him a light push. “Kylian, I’ll be with my friends. I know how to handle myself, don’t worry.”

He took a deep breath, glancing away before looking back at you. “I know you’re capable,” he said slowly, “but… it’s not just that. It’s late, and you’ll be in crowded places, and, well, I just worry. I don’t want to spend the whole night thinking about every guy at that party who’s gonna be looking at you. You know I care about you more than anything, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He reached out, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and holding your hands. “Do you get what I’m saying?”

You softened a little, seeing the genuine concern in his eyes. He looked almost vulnerable, his hand lingering gently on your cheek as if he didn’t want to let you go.

“Kylian,” you murmured, resting a hand over his, “it’s sweet that you’re worried, but you don’t have to be. I’ll be safe, I promise. And it’s just one night.”

He shook his head, a small sigh escaping him. “You don’t get it.” He took a step back, his gaze more intense now. “You’re… important to me. If anything happened to you…” His voice trailed off, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly struggling to put his thoughts into words. “Look, I know you can handle yourself. But still. If I’m not there, I won’t feel right knowing you’re out like this, without anyone looking out for you.”

You tried to laugh it off, your hands on your hips. “It’s just a little party, Kylian. I’m not going to war.”

“Alright, hear me out,” he began slowly, crossing his arms. “What if I just… came with you? I mean, I’ll stay out of the way. Just sit at a separate table or something—no one will even notice me.” He said it almost casually, as if the suggestion was perfectly normal, but there was a hint of hesitation in his tone, like he already knew what you’d say.

Your laughter was immediate, filling the room with a lightheartedness that contrasted with his serious expression. “Kylian… You want to come with me to a girls’ night?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “Do you know how much they’d laugh if I showed up with you hovering like my bodyguard?”

He shrugged, looking slightly sheepish, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well, not hovering exactly… just… supervising.” He tried to keep a straight face but cracked a grin when he saw the look on yours.

You shook your head, grinning. “You know as well as I do that there’s no way you could just sit in the background. Everyone would notice! And the girls would absolutely roast me. They’d never stop talking about it.”

He winced, knowing you were right but still unwilling to let go of his concern. “Look, I wouldn’t mind if they teased me,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d rather be there to look out for you.”

“Oh my god, Kylian,” you said, reaching up to rest your hands on his shoulders, both amused and touched by his protectiveness. “You coming along would look way too clingy! It’d just end up being awkward. Besides, what would you even do while I’m with the girls, huh? Sit at the bar alone?”

He chuckled, though the seriousness remained. “Alright, fine, but I can’t let you go out like that without some protection.” He went over to the coat rack and pulled out one of his jackets—a large, soft bomber that practically swallowed you as he draped it over your shoulders.

“Kylian!” you protested with a laugh, pulling the jacket off, but he was quick to hold it in place.

“Oh no, this is non-negotiable,” he said, smirking a little. “If you’re set on going out, at least wear this on top. I want you a little covered up, okay?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you with a mix of worry and affection, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but smile, charmed by his concern. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” you asked, amused by the fierce protectiveness in his gaze.

“Dead serious,” he replied, his voice softening as he pulled you closer. “It’s not just about the jacket or the dress. It’s that I know how crowded those places can get. I don’t want anyone trying to get too close to you.” He paused, his gaze meeting yours. “And, well… I’d rather spend tonight with you than worrying the whole time.”

You softened, feeling the gentle warmth of his hands on your shoulders. It was impossible not to feel touched by his protectiveness, and even though you had been excited to go out, the thought of staying in didn’t sound so bad with him around. He leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Okay,” you murmured, reaching up to rest your hands on his chest, your fingers tracing the collar of his shirt. “But you know I had this whole night planned, right?” you said looking down.

His eyes brightened, and a slow, teasing smile spread across his face. “You did, didn’t you?” he said, leaning in close, his breath warm against your cheek. “But you also know I have a way of changing plans.” Without warning, he bent down, scooping you up effortlessly into his arms.

“Kylian!” you squealed, laughing as he lifted you, his grip strong and steady. He carried you toward the bedroom, a triumphant grin lighting up his face.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not letting you go anywhere tonight,” he said, his voice soft but filled with a gentle authority that made your heart race. “Tonight, I’m keeping you to myself.”

You let out a small sigh, playfully pretending to be exasperated, but you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “So, just to be clear, you’re kidnapping me now?”

He chuckled, nudging the bedroom door open with his shoulder. “Kidnapping? No, I’m saving you from a night of chaos,” he said, his eyes warm as he looked down at you. “And giving you a better night in return.”

As he set you down gently on the bed, his gaze softened, and he placed a gentle kiss against your lips. He hovered over you, and the rest of the world, the plans you’d had, the outfit—all of it faded as he leaned in. His hand reached down, tracing along your thighs.

“Looks like you win this time,” you whispered in his ear.

[bahrtofane]

Prompt 17 trope 1 (friends to lovers) w/ Kylian pls 🤭🤭

- “I'll score a hat trick for you if you go on a date with me." - Friends to Lovers  i tweaked the quote just a little to "“If I score a hat trick for you will you go on a date with me?” sorrehhh

word count - 600+

watch it - misunderstandings turned to fluff and happiness yay !!

“You wanna come to the game?” Kylian blurts out, legs pressed up to his chest while he picks at his nails. He was never any good at facing you and saying things he ment. Not with his chest anyway. 

“Maybe.” you mumble back, playing with the edge of your screen protector that keeps folding upwards.

You sit at a mutual friend's place. In the back patio overlooking the pool. The water shines. You think his eyes shine brighter but what do you know.

Kylian is somewhat still of a complete mystery to you in a sense. You know the Kylian that you've come to call a friend. Introduced one hazy night on this same patio, down the steps and out at the fireplace on a summer night. 

You thought people were all joking, that Mbappe was here. But there he was. Head thrown back laughing at something someone had head while you squeezed into a chair and watched the embers dance on his skin.

He had found you first. Putting your arms out to catch some of the heat, sliding into the sleek white leather seat next to you and smiling. Reaching his arms out and doing the same.

“Cold isn't it?”

Friendship has bloomed since. 

Or well whatever you want to call what you have going on. Friendship that teeters on the edge of being more while the both of you dance around the implication of your gazes. 

You turn to look at where he sits beside you now. 

“Why do you want me to go anyway?” you wonder out loud, setting your phone to the side and facing him.

“You know why I think,” he gives you a weak shrug.

“What does that even mean Kylian.” 

A second shrug. 

“What if…” his voice trails off and he shakes his head, gathering his sunglasses and getting up.

You frown, “hey,” slinging your purse and following him back inside where some of your friends are in conversation. 

He waves you off, weaving between people to get to the front door.

“Kylian,” you all but yell. A few heads turn but you dont care all that much.

He stops at the hallway leading to the front door. “It was stupid okay you i know you don't want to come.”

Your brows furrow, “what makes you say that.”

He sighs, “oh come on.”

You cross your arms, “I'm serious, I don't know what this is about.”

“You look like you want to hurl when I look at you. It's like you tolerate me just for the sake of it.”

Your gaze softens, “I don't. I enjoy your company.”

“You don't act like it.” he dead pans. 

“I don't know, maybe if you didn't walk around eggshells when you see me it would make me feel better.”

He looks at you like you just grew a third eye. “Me, egg shells? I compliment you and you look like you want to throw a shoe at me.”

“Oh for fucks sake kKylian i act like that because im attracted to you. I have goddamn feelings you absolute idiot.” you spew out in one breath. Palms sweating. 

“Really?” he says softly, leaning against the wall. 

“Yes really,” you mumble, looking away. You're gonna be sick.

“That's good then, “he scratches the back of his neck, “it's mutual.”

You perk up at this, “actually?”

He reaches a hand out and you give him yours, “yes really.” softly rubbing his thumb over yours. 

You hum, “thats good then.”

“You'll come to the game then?”

You smile,”I will.’

“If I score a hat trick for you will you go on a date with me?” he teases. 

You roll your eyes, following him as he opens the front door, “where we headed?”

“Anywhere you want.” 

Sounds good to you. 

[prettyinpurplelights]

hii ur writing is SOO SOO good im practically going insane over ur mbappe writings. could u pls write smth about mbappe being sick and reader having to take care of him but he's just enjoying being a brat and clinging to reader ? like imagine taking care of this manchild. imagine the HAVOC he would wreck if he didn't get a kiss from his gf

HOUR OF NEED

Heyy, thank you for your lovely words, means so much 🫶🏿 hope this is okay!

“You’re leaving me here all by myself? This is your fault.” Your boyfriend sniffles, pouting as you put on your jacket, ready to leave the house.

“I warned you about kissing me last week when I was sick.”

“But your mouth was so nice and warm.”

“And now here we are.”

“So you’re going to abandon me in my hour of need?”

“Kylian, it’s just a cold. You’ll survive.” You roll your eyes.

“I hope you know those may be your last words to me. Ever! Who knows if I’ll still be alive and breathing when you get back.” He shivers dramatically and you grab your bag, placing your phone in your coat pocket.

“I spent all day yesterday playing nurse Ky, I have to go to the office.”

“And you think if nurses just left their patients before they got better, anyone would recover?”

“You are a ridiculous man Kylian Mbappe. You have a runny nose and a high temperature, just keep hydrated and take your pills. I’ll see you at 6.” You reach over to kiss his forehead and he rolls over and pulls the covers high over his head.

“You don’t deserve to kiss me.” His voice his muffled under the blankets and you laugh.

“Whatever you big baby.” You call as you shut the bedroom door behind you.

————

“So if we push the campaign from this angle, I think the overall engagement would-“

PING!

Your phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes since you started giving your pitch to the newest clients at your firm. You reach for your phone to turn it off, apologising profusely, when it starts ringing and you see your boyfriend’s face lighting up the screen.

“I’m so sorry, I just have to take this very quickly, I really apologise.” You hold your hands in a prayer sign before scrambling out of the office with the phone to your ear.

“Kylian, what the hell do you want.”

“Y/N…” his voices sounds strained and breathless, and you immediately begin to worry.

“Kyky? Baby what’s wrong?”

“I just…can you…” He coughs violently and you wince. He really doesn’t sound good, and you feel start to feel a little guilty for leaving him alone. “Can you…come home please? E…Emergency.” He croaks out that last part, as though he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.

“Oh baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can okay? I’m sorry for not taking you seriously. I’m leaving the office as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” he breathes before hanging up abruptly and you think the absolute worst. Maybe it wasn’t just a cold, maybe it was something worse, and now he’s alone and confused and deteriorating. You head back into the conference room, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Your boss asks.

“Yes, ummm, it’s just my boyfriend is really ill right now, and he’s just called me and he doesn’t sound too good so I’m a bit worried that’s all. But we can get this pitch finished up and I’ll go and quickly see him on my lunch break-“

“Kylian is ill?” He says, shocked as if you’d just told him his own mother on was on her death bed. “Oh no, you must go to him right away. We have the PowerPoint and your notes, Lisa can finish your pitch.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course, I hope he makes a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you so much, and I really am sorry.” You disconnect your laptop from the hdmi cable connected to the project and slide it into your handbag.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, please let us know how he’s doing tomorrow, you don’t have to come in if he’s still not feeling well.” He smiles. You thank him one last time before rushing out of the office and down to the elevator to the underground car park. You barely lock your seatbelt in place before hightailing it out of the building.

“Kylian!” You yell as soon as you make it back into the apartment. You drop your bag at the door and hurry up the steps, taking them two at time. It’s not long before you’re bursting into the bedroom. “Ky, baby what’s wrong? Have your symptoms gotten worse?” You sit on the bed, taking his sweaty face into your hands. “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.”

“You’re back.” He croaks.

“Of course,” you sigh leaning in to kiss him and he lets you this time. “What was so urgent?”

“I…the bistro is out of chicken soup and I really want some chicken soup, I was wondering if you could make some for me please?” You drop his head, and he falls back onto the pillow violently.

“Ouch!” He moans, rubbing his head.

“Kylian…” you close your eyes, your right hand pressing on the bridge of your nose. “Kylian, do not tell me you pulled me out of work because you want FUCKING SOUP!”

“I missed you too?” He pouts.

“Kylian! I was in an important meeting with my boss!”

“The one that’s the PSG fan? I’ll have someone send him some tickets to our next game, he’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes.

“Of course that’s why he let me leave the office without hesistation….but that’s not the point Ky!”

“Look babe, I’m sorry for making you leave work.” He doesn’t look sorry in the slightest and it pisses you off even more. “But I mean…you’re here now? So…”

“So???”

He opens his arms, his eyes wide as he smiles. “Come spend the day in bed with me.” You throw a pillow at him, landing in the space his open arms created, before storming out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He calls out.

“To make YOUR FUCKING SOUP!“ you shout back. “Tu es un putain d’idiot!”

———

You feel someone’s arms wrap around you as you’re stirring the soup and you shrug your shoulders.

“Get off me Kylian.” You mumble.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, holding you tighter as he presses a kiss into your neck.

“Kylian Mbappe Lottin, I’m within an arms reach of very sharp objects. Get the fuck off me.”

“No.” He insists, burying his head further into your neck. “I want to hug you. I read somewhere hugs and kisses when you’re sick are very healing.” He moves from behind you to stand by your side, his arms around your shoulders instead, leaning forward with his eyes closed and lips pursed. You shove the teaspoon you were using to taste the soup into his mouth instead and push him off you as you untie your apron and place it on the work surface.

“You can keep your kisses. I’m not trying to get sick again.”

“You kissed me earlier when you came back?”

“Yeah when I thought you were on your death bed you manipulative man child.”

“Oh Y/N, come on!” He whines, stomping his feet. “I’m not a baby.” You look at his stomping foot and raise an eyebrow. He stops and his lips turn up in a little smile. “Okay fine, maybe I am a baby. But I’m your baby. And your baby is sick and needs you. He needs your kisses. Desperately or he might drop to the floor right now.”

“Drop. I don’t care, I’m not kissing you.”

“But I said I’m sorry!” He groans.

“And you’re forgiven. But I’m not kissing you. I don’t want to get sick again.”

“Actually,” he says, coming up to you as you reach into a cabinet above the sink to grab two bowls. “Since I caught this cold from you, it’s the same strain, and you can’t catch a cold twice with the same strain of virus. So you can kiss me as much as you want.”

“And since when did you become Dr. Mbappe.”

“I did some reading in the 3 hours you abandoned me.” You slide past him and start serving up the soup in the bowls.

“Good for you.”

He takes the bowls from you and sets them on the island before backing you up against the counter. The blanket around his shoulders falls to the floor as he rests his arms either side of you on the granite worktop, trapping your body between his.

“Just one kiss.” He whispers against your lips, his face barely an inch from yours. “Please. Just one.”

“Fine.” You press your lips against his lightly, ready to pull away but his hands cage your face, and he presses his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. You both pull away eventually breathless, your hand around his neck.

“Better?” You ask in a low voice.

“I’m cured.” He murmurs, before he suddenly recoils and sneezes all over your face.

“DUDE!” You shout, pushing him away as you reach for a tissue.

“Well, almost cured.” He laughs, stopping when he sees your stone cold expression, your eyes shooting daggers at him. You shove his bowl of soup into his chest and go to sit on the sofa with yours. You soon feel Kylian snuggle up next to you, lying down dramatically with his hand over his forehead.

“I suddenly feel weak and dizzy, I don’t think I can hold myself up Y/N.”

“What? You want me to feed you the soup now?”

“If you insist.” He smirks.

“You are unbelievable,” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too as you pick up the bowl and hold a spoonful to his lips.

“I also think a kiss in between each spoonful will really help speed up my recovery process.” He nods as he slurps the soup from the spoon.

“You know what, you should legally change your name to Mbaby.”

“Haha funny.” He retorts. He points to the soup, then his lips before opening his mouth wide. You intentionally put the bowl down and pull out your phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode and holding it up so both you and Kylian are in the frame simultaneously.

“Look at this big baby here,” You start, as you press the live option on your instagram. “Big boy Kylian Mbappe lying here while I feed him soup because he’s got a little cold he can’t handle.” Kylian reaches up to grab your phone but you leap from the sofa to the other side of the coffee table.

“Y/N, turn it off.”

“Oh look,” you say into the camera. “Suddenly he has the energy to get up. You should’ve seen him merely a few seconds ago guys, acting as though he had the plague.”

“Y/N, I’m warning you.”

You laugh as you read some of the comments from the fans on your live, getting louder as you see one from his teammate.

“Ky, Achraf said stop being such a pussy!”

“That’s it!” Kylian says before leaping over the table, but you’re a tad quicker than he is, dodging his lunge and making a break for it into the kitchen. “Cut the live Y/N, or I swear-“

“Or what?” You taunt, flipping the camera so it’s facing him as he stares you down from the other end of the island in the middle of the kitchen. You quickly slip through the door and up the steps before he can reach you, but Kylian proves himself to be one of the fastest men in the world once again because he’s grabbing onto your shirt just as you reach the top of the steps pulling you to the floor, his full weight on top of you as you raise your arm as high as you can out of his reach.

“Okay guys, I have to go, it’s time to feed baby Kyky his cough syrup.” You say just as Kylian grabs the phone out of your hand and turns it off.

“Looks like you’re suddenly feeling better hmm?” You tease, laughing.

“You…” He starts but his sentence trails and he pulls the blanket over his mouth before sneezing into it loudly. He sniffs, rolling over so he’s lying next to you, wheezing and breathless. “You’re so lucky I’m ill. Once this cold is gone, you’re dead.”

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Tried to make it a bit fluffy, I feel like it probably wasn’t that fluffy aksjsksk enjoy ! <3

[goatlottin]

my winner

in which you surprise your winner after his match. in turn, he surprises you.

genre: fluff

a/n: this is actually so short i really thought i wrote sm more but!! i miss writing so hopefully this brings me back x enjoy!

inspired by rwmsdale

You texted Kylian around 7 to let him know you would probably come by. You unfortunately had piles of work to complete, and couldn't attend his home match today and instead chose to just wait for him until he got home.

You two didn't live together. Yet. Kylian died to have you be here all the time. He always felt happiest with you, and he believes he's the most entitled to absolutely all your spare time you have.

On the other hand, you sometimes enjoyed the quiet space of your home. And still wanted time to thing about it.

As you waited up for him, you had tried to fight the tiredness, but it got difficult and you ended up passing out on the couch. At least you could say you tried!

As predicted, Kylian ended up getting home just after 10.

His smile from ear to ear, his PSG tracksuit and small bag in hand. It was a sight to see. After the win, he thought he would come home to you, celebrate for a bit, then head to bed. To his dismay, you had done that last part without him.

He noticed the disorganized array of books and notebooks lying on the small lamp-side table. Likely your last minute studying you cramped in.

His smile faded as he opened the door to a fast asleep girlfriend that he assumed had been here waiting for him. As he shut the door behind him, you startled awake.

He couldn't pretend he wasn't just the tiniest bit happy about it. He knew he would now have that long awaited bit of time with you.

As you began to sit up, he quickly ushered towards you.

"It's okay baby, stay there." He kicked off his shoes as he placed his belongings on the couch adjacent to the one you resided on, opting for cleaning it tomorrow morning.

He found a position that was comfortable beside you while he placed an arm under your head, urging your head to tilt upwards to him. You both looked into each other's eyes. Him, into your sleep ones, you, to his glassy, brown ones.

You brought your hand up to touch his face. He leaned into your touch, and turned to kiss the inside of your palm. "What a lovely surprise to have the most beautiful girl cuddled up with me right now."

You blushed a rosy tone. You found you always had this rosy blush to you anyways. Given your boyfriend had a way with words that always seemed to turn you into mush.

"Had to be there for my winner." You replied, rubbing your right hand up and down his chest affectionately.

You moved your movements to his face, that was begging to be shaved. His face filled with small stubble.

"Did you enjoy the match?"

"I enjoyed your goal, of course. Fell asleep right after."

He threw his head bad lightly in a fit of laughter, grazing your cheek with the thumb of the hand that still had a grip on your face. "Nice goal though, hmm?"

"I mean, I guess so." You teased

He rolled his eyes, immediately understanding you were playing around "You guess'? What can I do better, coach?" Kylian's nose found his way to your neck, where he left small kisses.

"Well, I think you can try practicing more fre-" you were interrupted by a small love bites just right to your collarbone. "Stop! I can-" he continued his assault of kisses while you giggled.

You wrapped your hands around his neck while he lifted his head to reach your gaze once more.

"Should we order in? You must be hungry." you questioned. "Or shall I cook?" deep down, the two of you knew you were an awful chef. Not only were you terrible, but the food was actually sometimes inedible.

However, sometimes you loved being oblivious. Still offering the service to Kylian.

"Let's not waste ingredients, chérie. I'll grab my phone." Leaving one last kiss on your cheek, he jumped off the couch to locate his phone.

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After you guys had finished eating, you sat beside each other at the coffee table. It was quiet, but you both sat there enjoying each other’s company, no words needing to be said.

Kylian sat his fork on the plate before stacking both his and yours. “Can I ask you something?” He suddenly turned to you.

“Anything.” Fixing your posture, you turned to face him.

“Why don’t you move in here?”

The question threw you off guard. You guys did talk about this before. But briefly. Ending on a “maybe when things are more serious” note. But that was almost a year ago. Needless to say, things were definitely more serious.

“I love having you here. You just being here after my match, to greet me, even though you were asleep! It felt so… natural. I want it like that everyday. I’m so in love with you, and I can’t help but feel I need to be with you all the time.

“Your books sprawled out like that? I want that for us. I want this to be a place you call home as well.”

You were in awe at his words. Knowing how passionate he was not just about you moving in but the overall relationship.

You were so, so incredibly lucky to have him.

He took ahold of both your hands once he saw your hesitance. Looking into your eyes with such pleading but proud eyes.

“I don’t know Ky. It’s a big step. Are you sure you always want me around?” You tried to make light of the serious situation by throwing in a joke. You were actually terrified for this step.

“I genuinely do not think that’s possible, hon. Like, at all, ever possible.”

“Okay, but what if you realize I’m too messy? Or what if family are over and I’m being overbearing? And some of the colours in this house are really..”

“Baby,” he interrupted with a breathy laugh. “I would love to have that mess here everyday. You’re part of my family, and you have my utmost permission to change whatever you would like in this house.” He brought one of your knuckles forward to leave it a kiss. “Please,”

You decided that these were just one of those things you knew in your chest. You trusted Kylian with everything in you. And wanted this change, you realized.

You nodded before he fell on top of you into a hug.

[loviingpedri]

now that we don’t talk - kylian mbappe

prompt: life after losing your best friend and favorite ex boyfriend

warnings: cursing, grammar issues, mentions of toxicity in relationships

credits to owners for all images

it seemed life was going good for him. another picture of leaving a party with a different girl was trending yet again.

it appears that he was happy. that was just acting. it was obvious he became anxious because of cameras. he was scared that you would see the pictures. his brand new haircut with the style that he knew was your favorite. he was practically living in riches and style.

he was a completely new person. yet, you could only think of his old ways. it was difficult knowing he promised he wouldnt change, but money was the only thing that convinced him to change. your relationship with him was perfect. he spoiled you. he use to care so much about you. you didn’t know how hard it was for him to simply separate life and passion.

it was a complete flashback to you. you were reminiscing how much you missed him, but you couldn’t help to remind yourself how he fucked you over. nothing could’ve got you to yell about something you love. except him, of course. everyday, you think about how you called your mother after the breakup. constant crying and her words trying to calm you.

“maybe it was for the best.” she said. it wasn’t. you gave everything to him, but he kept getting distant. little did you know, he went insane after losing you. his constant panic attacks without you. how he would have to go to public events without you squeezing his hands. communication had to be completely cut off or it was all for nothing.

and you know his friends were proud at first. kylian only told him his side of the story. how being single was the true fate of him. how life would be so much better having free-will. you wondered what he said to his friends knowing that they have some sympathy for you now. constantly checking up on you as the pictures were released. it was obvious kylian was suffering and made it apparent to his friends if they’re trying to reach out.

“get it off your chest y/n.” said your mother. and that’s exactly what you did. the biggest argument led to kylian walking out. it was officially over. no more answering his calls and texts begging for you back.

throwing away the shit you pretended to like to fit for his house. no more faking your opinions only for him to think your minds were alike. no more pretending you liked the yacht knowing you got heavily sea sick. no more having to go to basketball games in a foreign country and missing family events. no more having to hear degrading thoughts and opinions online or from his friends.

clearing up your thoughts, your phone rang.

from the famous, kylian mbappe.

you wanted to stop yourself, but you couldn’t help it. he was going to continue chasing you.

“hello?”

[spidybaby]

Flowers

Summary: Who would have thought some flowers can make that much drama.

Warnings: none, kinda angsty but fluffy.

A/N: I've been so busy with college that I feel bad for not posting. So here's this piece. Hope you like it 😀💛

Everything started with your friend giving you the idea of pranking Kylian, posting a story of some flowers with the caption "thank you baby ❤️"

At first, you didn't want to because Kylian was the kind of boyfriend to always give you flowers, taking you to dinner, doing little things for you.

But when the vacation started, he went to Miami with Achraf and Melissa. You declined his invite to go with him. Due to your work, you needed to be available for your coworkers since you were just promoted as a higher up.

Melissa was sad. It was her first vacation away from the kids and now away from you. You both became really close since you began dating Kylian.

Kylian is someone who girls always try to get with. Something you weren't to moved to, it didn't worry you. You trusted him, and he trusted you. It's teamwork.

Something that began to worry you was him not answering his phone, your texts, nothing. It was like he went ghost mode.

You thought it was because his data was not active or something, but then you saw the ig post. He has data to post, then he can at least dm you to let you know he was fine.

You didn't need him to be glue to the phone for you, but at least let you know he was fine. Only that.

So, you texted Melissa, asking her if she was enjoying the vacation, if she was tanning. But, she left you on read.

That's when the words of your friend made sound in your head. Was that a good thing to do?

"Of course it is. It's a harmless story, and you can even text him saying "thank you for my flowers while you're away." Your friend says, looking at the flower catalog. "So this peonies, please"

You open your phone just to see the seen texts. You didn't understand why he was acting like that. If he wanted a space free vacation, he could have said it.

"Okay, all done. Let's go." Your friend says, grabbing your arm to drag you outside of the store.

"Wait, did you pay?"

"Yes, you'll get them tomorrow."

You both ended up at some cafe, talking about the updates of your lives.

"Don't worry, if you're not comfortable with this, you don't have to do it." She says as she leaves you on the door of your house.

"I'll think about it."

You wave her goodbye as she drives off.

You went off with your night, didn't want to bother Kylian. Maybe he's busy and needs a breath from everything. Maybe he wanted to be alone for a while.

"Maybe you're too much for him," a voice in your head says.

Okay, no, you're not. If you were, he would not be with you.

You push all those thoughts out of your head and decide to sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

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You saw the pictures he posted, the outfit you helped him put together. Yet he still hasn't answered your texts.

You take a look at your bouquet of peonies, you think a little bit before taking the picture. You add a white heart, uploading it to your story.

You send a pic to him over text, thanking him for sending them while he was on vacation.

You decide to turn off your phone as soon as you start receiving the notifications of instagram. You turn on your TV and start your favorite show, taking a caring only on the TV.

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Kylian was calmly talking with Achraf. They were going to dinner with some friends of him.

"Kylian, you're such a lover boy for your girlfriend." Melissa says, looking at your story. Kylian didn't understand, but he just nodded.

He got that type of comment from Achraf, too. He was kind of confused about why the sudden interest on him being a "good boyfriend."

It was not clear until Neymar texted him, asking him where he found the peonies, wanting to get some for his baby gender reveal and not being able due to the shortage of them.

He frowned, reading the text, Neymar attached a picture of your story.

You tag him in a story of a big bouquet of peonies thanking him. He never sent you that bouquet. He told Neymar that he will text him the info, but he didn't have any info to share.

He quickly noticed the text you sent him. "Thank you, mon amour. You're the best ❤️ I love peonies, and you know it 🥰" He tried to call several times. You didn't answer. It went straight to voice mail.

After that, Melissa asked him what was wrong, and when he explained, she tried to call you, nothing. Even Achraf gave his phone to Kylian, nothing.

He was worried. Who sent you flowers? Why would someone send you flowers? Were you aware he was not the one sending you flowers?

He stayed in, but for nothing, you weren't answering your phone.

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You turn your phone back on the next day. You needed to make some calls and send some emails so you will do it from your phone.

The first thing you saw was that you have 5 missed calls from Melissa, 8 from Kylian and even two from Achraf.

You also got a lot of texts. Even one from Bruna, Neymar's girlfriend, she was asking me to ask Kylian where he found the peonies. She wanted some for her gender reveal.

You answer her, giving her the info from the florist. And also assuring her that you will be at her gender reveal.

Another text was from Ethan, asking you to go out but using that insta story to deliver the message. You say yes.

And then a text message from your boyfriend. He was asking if you're available to call you. You wanted to say yes, call him and talk, but your toxic side says no. Let him overthink. So you ignored his, Melissa's, and Achraf texts. Instead, you call Ethan and tell him you'll pick him up to go to brunch.

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"You have to calm down." Achraf says, watching Kylian passing around the room, phone in hand. "Maybe you did send them, and you're forgetting it." He shakes his head no, he didn't. He would remember.

"I didn't."

"Ethan and her are going out." Melissa says, reading the text Fayza sent her. "They're going out for brunch."

"Why is she not answering my texts or calls then?" Kylian sat down, angry.

"Maybe because you haven't answered hers." Achraf points out.

Melissa agreed with him.

"But she told me she was going to be busy." He almost screamed. "I didn't want to distract her."

"Okay, but you even told Melissa not to answer her. Maybe she's mad at you."

And I was true, Kylian told Melissa not to bother you. Since you got your new work, you were busy, so he didn't want you to feel like you were pressured to do a lot of things at the same time.

"But.-"

"But nothing," Achraf interrupts. "Let's not worry, even if the flowers are from another dude, she thanked you. She's not thinking about anyone else."

They both shut his insecurities, and Melissa took his phone. She sent you a text saying sorry for not answering and sending you some pictures.

The rest of his vacation was weird, he keeps sending you texts, and you kept ignoring him but updating your social media.

Melissa and you talked, you told her about the plan you and your friend had. She laughed and told you it was all between you and her.

Kylian, on the other side, was overthinking. He wanted to go back to Paris and be with you. In the last few, he sent you different things. He sent you flowers, he sent you chocolate, he sent you your favorite food, and he sent you your favorite coffee to your work.

You find all that cute and funny. He was so jealous. Your friend and you enjoyed the moment. He was getting his own medicine.

The day of his return, you text him as if nothing happened. Asking if he wanted to be picked up by you.

He immediately say yes, asking you how you were, if you received his things, you just answered with a "see you at the airport, amour"

Making him worried sick. Are you mad at him? Are you breaking up with him? Are you mad about something else? Achraf made him stop, telling him he was overthinking.

The whole flight he was thinking about you, he even texted Ethan for help, asking him to reserve for a super fancy restaurant, to run to the jewelry for something special for you and even asked his mother to go with his brother to pick you a special dress for the night.

When he arrived, it was 10 am. Perfect time for him to rest and to be with you all day and have that special date at night.

You waited at the parking of the airport, his driver was there with you, since he sent him to get you. Due to the flight being private, you could wait there.

You see the plane landing, and your stomach is full of butterflies. You missed him, too much for you to admit outloud.

When Achraf and Melissa got out of the plane, you and Lana got out of the car. Lana ran to her mother, and you said hi to Hakimi. After lana and Melissa greet each other you hugged her.

When Kylian was down, he waited for you and Melissa to talk a little bit, hugging his niece. Melissa pointed with the head to Kylian, who has his eyes fixed on you.

"Hi," you say softly, hugging him tight. "I missed you." You kiss his cheek. He was happy to see you, his face buried in your neck, enjoying the perfume he loved so much.

"I miss you more," he kissed your neck, making shivers run down your spine. He can feel them. Loving how your body reacts to him. Only him.

"Let's go, lovebirds," Melissa says, laughing as she enters the car. "You can talk at home." You both laugh, Kylian kisses your lips and walks hand in hand with you to the car.

The whole trip to his home was them telling you about the trip, and Lana asked some questions to her mom.

"Text me when you're home." You say to Melissa, she was going to her house, leaving Kylian and you alone at his own house. "Bye, Lana." You both waved them goodbye and enter his house.

"Come here." You say closing the door. You open your arms to him, kissing his lips. "I missed you so much, you have to tell me everything."

"I had so much fun, we have to go together, again, it's such a vibe."

You both walked upstairs, he needed to rest and you were helping him with the suitcase. "Thank you," he says, looking at you organizing his stuff. "I have something for you."

"More?" You laugh. "All you did was send me things. You already gave me enough, Ky."

"There's never enough with me." The cocky tone of voice he's using is funny to you. Sometimes you forget your boyfriend is The Kylian Mbappé. "I even have a whole plan for us tonight."

"Kylian, you have to rest." You put the suitcase down, leaving it for later. You needed to cuddle him. "I love you, but you're probably tired. I want you to feel good for this new season."

"I'll do that, but I have to spoil my baby. If I don't do that, who will?"

You spend the day with him in bed, both resting and loving the time you have together. This tight schedule doesn't allow this kind of moment very often, so you both learned to work around it.

Spending every minute you can together, after practice, after every match, free days, holidays. Every second was important for you. Even if it was only a hug and good luck or if it was a whole night, you appreciated everything.

You went home to get ready, his driver telling you he was collecting you at six o'clock. You thank him and run inside your house to get ready.

The first thing you see when you walk inside is the big designer bags. You gasped, not expecting all that.

You open your phone to thank Kylian for the things, assuring him that I was too much for a date night and you'll make it up to him.

After a long shower, you did your makeup and style your hair, using the fragrance you know he loves and wearing the dress he gave you. It was a beautiful black dress, he also went out of the way and got you this diamond necklace that's the perfect match for one he owns.

The driver picked you up at the exact time. He was alone. On the seat was this other gift, you sigh. He's killing you with all the gifts.

The little note attached to the black box reads "Open me" next to a heart he obviously drew. Inside was this lock bracelet from Tiffany.

"You're just the best 😍" you text him with a picture of the bracelet on you.

He was so excited for you to arrive. His foot is moving with impatience. He wants you to know he's all you need.

He knows that he's going out his way, giving you a little more than necessary, but he has all the money in the world when it comes to you. Never checking the price tag. It was for you so he didn't care how much.

"Hey handsome, care if I sit?" You whisper in his ear, making he shiver. He gets up to pull your chair out for you. "Thank you, such a gentleman." You kiss his cheek before taking a seat.

"I just want you to know how much I love you." He says, sitting back on the chair. "I'll do anything for you."

"Even if that meant going bankrupt for me." You joke. He laughs loud, not caring about people or nothing. You love seeing him like that, so free, so happy.

"I'll give you everything you want."

"I know, you know I'll do that too, just not that crazy with diamonds. But I'm all yours if that make it up."

You both talk about everything and nothing at the same time, Kylian rambles about life, sports, and his family. And you do the same.

"You know what's funny?" You ask him, ready to confess the whole bouquet thing. Knowing all his doing is his normal self but also is a little him being jealous.

"Tell me, amour." He grabs your hands. Bringing them to his mouth.

"You did all of this for some flowers."

You don't miss the way his body pauses for a second. He's not making eye contact like before. "What?- What are you talking about?" He laughs nervously.

"You got jealous because someone sent me that bouquet, so you started to send me more flowers, some chocolate, food, coffee, you did all of this." You drink your wine, enjoying how his mind is working trying to make an excuse.

"I don't recall, maybe you're confused." He says, eating more of his food.

"So you don't recall calling me eight times because you didn't send me that beautiful peonies bouquet?" You ask again. He's just shaking his head and eating. "Well, I do, and I got to thank my friend for sending it."

He choke on a piece of stake, coughing dramatically. "You have to what now?" He asks after a big sip of wine.

You explain to him everything. He's embarrassed for believing you meant you weren't coming because you were so busy that you couldn't even answer his texts.

After reassuring him, it was okay, but agreeing on talking more openly when this kind of doubt ran his head. He apologized, and you did too.

With him, everything is easy. Talking, laughing, and loving. He's yours, and you're his. No matter the gifts , the trips, the busy schedule. He's yours and only yours yo admire, to love and to share a life with.

"Let's pay and go home, champ," you say, making a signal to the waiter to bring you the check. "I promise you I was making it up to you for all the gifts." You caress his hand with your nails. Thing that he loves.

"You know you don't have to."

"Oh, I want to." You intertwine your hands. "Hope you still have that Miami energy. You'll need it for the night."

[xlatiwritesx]

Mbappe angst where his family thinks you might be using him but then they see the real you and they feel bad

There for Him | KM9

Genre: fluffy angst (🤨?)

Words: 1.9 K

Synopsis: after his best friend’s funeral, you spend the night at Kylian’s family home to be there for him. Unintentionally, you prove to his family that everything they though of you was false.

A/N: took me a million years, but here you go, anon!! Hope you enjoy it 🥰.

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The rain was hard. As if the sky understood the hurt that was caused by the event you were standing in and was crying with you.

Your eyes never left him. You didn't get too close, though. You knew him too well to get too close too soon.

Someone else you tried to avoid at all costs was his family. Specifically his mother. She never was fond of you. Accusing you of all sorts of things ever since you started dating her son. Calling you a gold digger, someone who only pretended to he in love with her son because of all his fame and money.

But even his mother didn't know Kylian like you did. She didn't know that he loved cooking. She had no idea that dancing under the stars made his eyes sparkle, or that driving was the best way to relieve his stress.

Just like everybody else, she saw him as a guy passionate and extremely talented with football. The brightest star in everyone's world, but no one saw how you were the brightest in his world.

You, Kylian, his brother Eathan, and their parents got in the car to go home. Kylian rode in the passenger seat while his father drove. You, Ethan, and his mother rode in the back. You still kept your eyes on Kylian, not baring to see him this broken.

He was just telling you how important his best friend was to him, just to lose him in a car crash a few weeks later. He wasn't crying, though. He never did. You hated that. You always told him to cry. That it's bad to keep emotions unprocessed. He never listened, though.

Not able to look at his stone face any longer, you looked out the wet car window to the French streets on your way to his family home. Your mind drifted to all the unnecessary drama his mother would stir because of your stay with them for the coming days. You didn't want Kylian to worry about that. You sighed quietly, already earning a glare from her that you managed to ignore.

When his father parked in the drive way, everyone got out of the car and dragged themselves to the front door. The atmosphere was suffocating. You held everything in as much as you could. It was Kylian who lost his best friend after all. You had to be there for him.

While his family walked in, he waited for you, looking back at you from the top of the porch steps with a slightly outstretched hand. You got to him, took his hand, and squeezed it. You glanced in his direction, but he had already looked ahead, guiding you upstairs to his bedroom.

You feel his family's eyes on the two of you as you passed them to the stairs. You didn't care. This wasn't about your relationship or about you. This was about Kylian and his well being. So you just followed him, holding his hand more tightly.

You get to his bedroom and he pushes the door behind the two of you. You stood by it, watching your boyfriend's every move. He sat on his bed, hands intertwined between his spread legs. You watched him closely as you slowly made your way to him. He didn't look at you once and you took it as a sign to keep going.

You finally sat next to him. You didn't say a single thing. You weren't sure if you were even breathing at that point.

"He's gone, y/n" Kylian finally said softly. Your heart shattered into pieces and his eyes flooded.

You uncontrollably pulled him into you, wrapping your arms around his head that he buried into your chest. His sobs slowly got louder and deeper, tearing you into shreds. You quietly held him tight, letting him cry it all out.

Behind the not fully shut door of Kylian's room, his mother stood, watching you hold on to him as he cried into your chest. She never saw his guard this down. She's never seen her own son be this vulnerable with anyone ever. She's never seen anyone hold him the way you did either. Something about the scene softened a part of her cold heart towards you. She started questioning who you really were to him and how you felt towards her son.

A few hours pass and you had managed to convince Kylian to lie down. He rested his head on your lap as you stroked his head to sleep. You allowed yourself to shed a few tears, unable to keep it together anymore.

His mother still watched, checking on the both of you through the slit in the door. Seeing this new scene only made the warmth spread through her heart. However, she quickly walked away when she saw you get up, slowly lifting Kylian's head off your lap to not disturb his sleep. 

You realized that Kylian hadn't eaten anything all day. You headed to the kitchen to make him something for when he wakes up. The bottom floor felt empty, having no one there. You wondered where everybody went, but you didn't give it much thought.

You opened the fridge, assessing the contents to get ideas of what you could make. You quickly looked behind you, though, having heard footsteps. You realize it's Kylian's mother. She had walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the kitchen island stools.

For a second, you stood there, watching her as you waited for her to attack you like she always did. She never wasted a chance to remind you of how she felt towards you. To falsely accuse you of all sorts of things. But when she didn't say anything, you turned back around to open the fridge.

You pulled out some turkey slices to make him a sandwich. You placed the ingredients on the kitchen island, Kylian's mother still watching you from across it. You focused on your task, careful not to trigger your boyfriend's mother who was scrutinizing your every move.

"Making food?" She finally spoke as you spread mayonnaise on one side of the white bread.

"For Kylian. He didn't eat anything since last night" you answered quietly, not looking at her. She still looked at you, though. Your heart picked up its pace, but you still avoided her gaze. You walked to the glasses cabinet, pulled out a glass and filled it with water.

After putting everything on a tray, you walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You got to Kylian's room and placed the tray on his bedside table. You sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his sleeping face.

"Y/n?" He stirred. You stroked his face.

"Yes, my love?" You whispered. He opened his eyes, and pulled you closer to him. You lied down next to him and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, kissing the top of your head.

You lied there. You let him hold you for as long as he wanted. You spent the night like that. None of you said anything. It was enough for him that he got to hold you. And it was enough for you that he did.

His mother watched all of it. How calm he was with you around. How he cried in your chest. The food you made for him because he hadn't eaten since the night before. She couldn't deny it anymore. You loved her son. More than she ever thought you could. And not for all the materialistic things that came with dating someone with a career like his.

She was sure of her son's feelings for you, how much you meant to him, because he never cried. She always thought he hated turkey sandwiches, but there he was eating it because you insisted, which also surprised her because ever since he was little, he never ate when he got sad or upset.

She watched you through the slightly opened door. She looked at the way you were looking at him. She wasn't sure if she, herself, ever looked at him like that.

"What are you smiling at?" She heard her husband whisper behind her. He looked at his son laughing for the first time in a week as you brushed bread crumbs from around his mouth.

Later that night, you walked down to the kitchen to fill a jug of water for the night you were spending. You weren't going to leave Kylian on a night like that.

His mother walked into the kitchen and sat on an island stool like she did earlier. You still ignored her presence and were on your way out of the kitchen when she called your name. You shut your eyes for a second before turning around to face her.

"Yes?" You replied cautiously. Even with the way she treated you, she was still Kylian's mother whom he loved and cherished more than anything. It killed you, but you had to respect her through everything she said and done to you. And it was about time she realized that.

You were taken aback by how soft her eyes were as she patted the seat next to her, inviting you to sit next to her at the kitchen island. You hesitated for a second before slowly making your way to the stool, setting the water jug in front of you.

You watched her closely, anticipating her next move. She just stared at her hands, though, sighing deeply before she turned to look at you.

"I owe you an apology" she broke the deafening silence. She shocked you so hard you almost fell out of your stool. You tried controlling you expressions, but you clearly failed because she quickly elaborated.

"I, I don't know how to start, honestly" she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. You just sat there in utter shock.

"Let's just say you've been absolutely supportive and I can tell that you've been an intangible source of comfort to Kylian ever since his best friend's passing" she went on. You pierced your lips and nodded once, looking at your hands in your lap. Silence took over for a few seconds before she kept going.

"I can tell he loves you a lot and..." she trailed off and you looked back at her.

"I'm actually really grateful to have someone like you in his life, given his career and all that comes with it, and especially during a hard time like this" she confessed and you couldn't help but tear up a little.

You smiled slightly at her and she did the same. You both stayed like that for a little while before she opened her arms. You laughed lightly and jumped off your stool to wrap your arms around her. She hugged you back tighter and you took it all in.

When you pulled away, you looked to your right and saw Kylian at the bottom of the stairs, smiling a little at the scene.

"You can't love her more than I already do, mom" he frowned, walking to you and pulling you to him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

"You don't have to say it. The way you look at her says it all, Kylian" his mother replied, smiling at the both of you.

[latin5mamii]

Sometimes - Kylian Mbappè

warnings: none, maybe flirt (?) and google translate french🙏🏻

genre: interviewer!fem!reader x Kylian Mbappè

summary: The interview that you feared the most, seems to he as unpredictable as possible…

author's note: new husband unlocked😝 btw i think Kyky would totally be like this, like the type of man who, when he wants you he makes it unmistakably clear, even to the point of being a little embarrassing sometimes…

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When they told you that you would have to interview Kylian Mbappé, your heart skipped a beat.

"Nothing too difficult," you told yourself, trying to ward off the rising anxiety. "You've done this a hundred times before." But no matter how much you tried to calm yourself, the nerves wouldn't go away. 

Sure, you’re fluent in French, but what if you mispronounced something? What if he couldn’t understand you, and you had to repeat yourself? 

Even worse, what if he was in a bad mood, or worse, simply disinterested? The last thing you wanted was to fumble through a tense or awkward interview. You would have killed for one of the regulars—Vinicius or Rodrygo, maybe—someone you could comfortably chat with. But after tonight’s game, Kylian was the star, and like it or not, the spotlight was yours.

You took a deep breath, gathering your notes as you made your way to the interview area.

As you reached the designated spot, you caught sight of him walking down the corridor. And when your eyes landed on him, your breath hitched. Damn, he was hotter in person.

You took some time to observe his face intently. Droplets of sweat still clinging to his skin, sliding down his sharp jawline, his face slightly tired,and your heartbeat was slightly faster than before.

He must have felt your gaze, because his eyes met yours. For a split second, his expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes as if he hadn’t expected to see you watching him so intently. But then, just as quickly, his lips curled into a smile, warm and genuine, that made your pulse race even faster.

You tried to compose yourself, looking as professional as possible, offering him a smile in return as he approached. 

“Bonsoir, Kylian. Félicitations pour le match de ce soir,” you began, hoping your voice didn’t betray the nerves you felt. “Vous avez vraiment dominé sur le terrain. Comment vous sentez-vous après une telle performance?”

("Good evening, Kylian. Congratulations on the match tonight. You really dominated on the field. How do you feel after such a performance?")

Kylian’s smile broadened slightly as he responded, his voice smooth and steady. “Merci beaucoup. Je me sens bien, mais je dois avouer que je suis surpris, et agréablement, je dois dire.”

("Thank you very much. I feel good, but I have to admit I'm surprised, and pleasantly so, I must say.")

You blinked, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words, but he gave you no time to dwell on it. Instead, he continued, his tone laced with a teasing edge. “C’est rare de rencontrer quelqu'un qui m'observe avec autant d'attention. Je me demande ce que tu pensais.”

("It's rare to meet someone who watches me with such attention. I wonder what you were thinking.")

Caught off guard by his candidness, you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. You quickly composed yourself, trying to steer the conversation back to the interview. “Je pensais à quel point vous avez montré une grande détermination ce soir. Qu'est-ce qui vous a motivé à pousser si fort?”

("I was thinking about how much determination you showed tonight. What motivated you to push so hard?")

Kylian chuckled softly, the sound warm and disarming. His gaze remained locked on yours, and you could feel the intensity of his attention. “La motivation vient de plusieurs choses, mais ce soir… il y avait une énergie particulière dans l'air, quelque chose qui m'a poussé à donner encore plus. Peut-être que c'était la sensation que quelqu'un d'intéressant me regardait.”

("Motivation comes from many things, but tonight… there was a special energy in the air, something that pushed me to give even more. Maybe it was the feeling that someone interesting was watching me.")

You felt your breath catch at his words, the playful glint in his eyes making it clear he wasn’t just talking about the match. Professionalism, you reminded yourself. You had a job to do.

“ Une dernière question, Kylian. Après une telle performance, comment vous préparez-vous pour le prochain match? Y a-t-il quelque chose de spécial que vous faites pour garder cette concentration?”

(" One last question, Kylian. After such a performance, how do you prepare for the next match? Is there anything special you do to maintain that focus?")

Kylian paused for a moment, as if considering your question carefully. Then, with that same playful smile that had started the interview, he leaned in just slightly. “Pour rester concentré… je pense qu'il est important d'avoir quelque chose ou quelqu'un qui vous inspire. Quelque chose à quoi penser quand les choses deviennent difficiles. Peut-être que j'ai trouvé ça ce soir.”

("To stay focused… I think it's important to have something or someone that inspires you. Something to think about when things get tough. Maybe I found that tonight.")

Now your heart was definitely skipping beats, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or melt. He was definitely flirting, and he was good at it. But you had to keep your composure, right? Even if you were enjoying this more than you’d like to admit.

But before you could respond, he straightened up, the smile still lingering on his lips as he gave you a nod. “Merci pour l'interview. C'était un plaisir.”

("Thank you for the interview. It was a pleasure.")

You managed to smile back, still a bit flustered. “Le plaisir était pour moi, Kylian. Merci pour votre temps.”

("The pleasure was mine, Kylian. Thank you for your time.")

As the interview wrapped up and the cameras stopped rolling, you began to gather your notes, relieved that everything had gone smoothly. But just as you were about to step away, Kylian leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing.

"On devrait refaire ça un jour, peut-être sans les caméras," he said, his eyes locking with yours.

("We should do that again sometime, maybe without the cameras.")

You felt your heart skip a beat, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in a bit closer as well, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Seulement si tu promets d'être aussi charmant la prochaine fois," you replied, meeting his gaze with a spark in your eyes.

("Only if you promise to be just as charming next time.")

Kylian’s smile widened, clearly pleased by your response. "Je peux te le garantir," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of something more.

("I can guarantee that.")

As he straightened up, he added with a grin,

“Au fait, ton français est parfait. Très impressionnant.” 

("By the way, your French is perfect. Very impressive.")

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[wavypotatochips]

hey, can I request kylian's dating a supermodel and she's modeling for savage x fenty so when her pics and videos of the show get posted online, his teammates jokingly mess with him to try to make him jealous but instead kylian just gets all smug bragging about his gf 😏 he's still lowkey jealous tho but only hakimi or ney notice bc of how well they know him 😂

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: YAAAY FINALLY MBAPPE RECOGNITION !!!! Mbappe and NeymarJr deserves more requests !! My babygorls <3 Sorry if this is a bit short, as I wrote this specifically in response to your request rather than constructing a "story-like scenario" because I wasn't sure how to build up to this point. c:

I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

Kylian Mbappe is a young and talented French soccer player who has been making waves in the world of sports for many years now. Recently, he has been in the headlines not just for his skills on the field, but also for his relationship with supermodel, Y/N. When his girlfriend's pictures and videos from the shoot were posted online, his teammates couldn't resist teasing him to try and make him jealous. 

The team is currently unwinding and rehydrating in their locker room after practice, waiting for the team manager to arrive and speak with them as he promised to do later. Sergio Ramos stumbles onto a Savage x Fenty advertisement while relaxing and scrolling through Instagram. He smirks as he realizes that you, Mbappe's girlfriend, are the lady in the picture. Other than Hakimi, you haven't met the team yet because your modeling schedule prevents you from attending his games. Yet, he always shares pictures of the two of you online, so it's clear that he knows you exist. "Watch this," he murmurs, nudging Kimpembe. “Damn Kylian, is this what you'll be seeing when you come home?,” Ramos says while glancing at his phone. Kylian raises his eyebrow in confusion. Ramo flips the phone around so that the other teammates can view in addition to Mbappe. It's a picture of you on a bed wearing red lingerie for the brand. Kimpembe, who was aware of his plan, joined in by saying, "Y/N is fine as ever, why don't you let us meet her?" Verratti throws his arm around Mbappe and pokes his cheek while saying, "It's because he knows I can take her away,"

Mbappe felt a burning anger rise inside him as he listened to his friends hitting on his girl. He could feel their eyes lingering on her body, their words dripping with thinly veiled flirtation. It was enough to make him want to lash out, to tell them to back off and leave her alone. But he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't let his possessiveness show, not in front of his friends. He had to keep up appearances, had to act like it didn't bother him, even though it did.

As he releases Verratti's arms, Kylian makes a phony laugh, saying, "She has a height restriction, you have to be 5 '10." Verratti, who is barely 5 feet 5 inches tall, playfully pouts and walks away.  The boys laugh as Kimpembe says, "6' 0 is better thought," and daps up Ramos as they are the same height. They were all taken aback by Kylian's response, though. Instead of being unhappy, he grinned from ear to ear and began boasting about how gorgeous and wonderful his girlfriend was. Kylian shakes his head and says, "She's so beautiful right? I can't take my eyes off of her that's why she hasn't come around during the games ," maintaining his phony smile. He tried to focus on other things, to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling that was building inside him. He laughed at their jokes, made small talk, and tried to act as though everything was normal. But it wasn't. He felt like his friends were trying to stake a claim on something that was his, and that made him feel vulnerable. It was one thing to be jealous of a stranger, but when it was someone he knew, someone he trusted, it cut deep.

Once more, Sergio torments him, "You need to bring her next game so she can meet me. I'll show her what a real man is like."

“Trust me. You can't handle her like I can," he remarks, hinting at something sexual. Despite his smugness, Kylian was still secretly jealous of all the attention his girlfriend was receiving. He didn't like the fact that his teammates were constantly talking about her, but he didn't want to let them know that it bothered him. Only his best friend Hakimi noticed that Kylian was feeling a little lowkey jealous. Hakimi knew Kylian so well that he could see the subtle changes in his friend's behavior. 

Hakimi tries to divert the conversation by saying, "You are so focused on Y/N like you did not get nut-megged and scored on by Neymar during practice."  He did so successfully as everyone started to laugh and point at Ramos, some of the players even walked up to him and slapped his head. Mbappe was aware of Hakimi's actions and mentally praised him. Mbappe didn't want to seem possessive or insecure. He wanted to be the confident, easy-going guy that everyone knows him to be. So he kept his feelings to himself and tried to be the bigger person. He knew that his friends didn't mean any harm, that they were just being friendly and playful. But he couldn't help feeling like they were crossing a line.

You have always loved Mbappe's extreme possessiveness toward you. If you had been in the locker room, you would have been impressed by his ability to control his emotions.

[extranenas]

well the Olympics just ended, but what do you think about a kylian mbappe scenario where he's dating someone who is an athlete who is competing in the Olympics

miss let down

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

genre: angst to fluff

plot: you always wanted to be the greatest- the girl who always wanted to be the best of the best- but when you finally get to prove yourself to the world in track- you failed miserably in your eyes…

extra: again for the sake of the story, reader was born in the us just so we have an idea of like what team she is and such (citizen ship wise yk actual ethnicity not specified) lowkey i had to make up some french players for the storyline😭😭😭

masterlist

august 3rd 2024 would be the death of you. the biggest day in your entire life and what you worked up to for… 4 years…? spending that time for a good 10 seconds of your life that meant too much.

something that would determine if you really what you thought you were.

you were going against huge names- your teammate sha’carri richardson who was the fastest woman in the world and the famous jamaican runners who were known for dominating that iconic red and white track.

and then there was just you- a girl who managed to pass through the trials and made the 2024 olympic team. crazy thing how the biggest celebrator of your accomplishment was your boyfriend though.

throwing a small party for you and everything because of making the team while usually its you celebrating him cause of well… hes probably becoming the best right now winning soccers biggest trophy at only 18, getting into probably one of the biggest- if not the hugest club in the world, and breaking records on records.

and you were over here competing against his national teams track team before finals on his countries on soil (which you hope he didnt take too personally)

you dont even really remember how you two met cause it was such a blur. it went by so fast!

“everyone knows that track is so much easier than football ky. its like… common knowledge! i mean come on- they just run around in circles for like… 20 seconds or whatever.”

“dont say that man… i mean if you tried it would you actually… complete it?”

“nah.”

“then why- ok dude.”

a then 19 year old kylian got up from the pitch he sat on. they currently were preparing for the upcoming world cup the year following and of course, an ambitious kylian wanted to touch that golden trophy.

he walked around the pitch and saw the players he seen every day just talking or laying down after a day of rough practice in that summer heat france was known for- other than pastries and such. he soon stopped by and went onto his phone in which one of his younger friends went up to him and did what kylian did.

“did you hear? about that united states team being in france right now.”

“what, what for?”

“some track tour or whatever- look.”

he soon shoved the phone in kylians hand which showed the news headline saying what he said.

“where are they training?”

“here dude!”

“what? here? they cant find somewhere else or…”

“no. theyre gonna be on the whole other side though so im guessing its fine man. i dont know.”

kylians eyebrow raised- sharing a centre with a track team? that doesnt make much sense.

-

the day came where the track runners finally arrived and got to the field where they started condition. of course those two being the curious men they were- decided they wanted to go see the team. they constantly bickered on whether or not they should go- even with the reminder if they did and they got caught snooping- 250 push ups would be needed for about 2 days.

and they still went.

they saw the team and were somewhat disappointed on what they saw.

“wheres all the running? this is bullshit dude! i thought they would like- i dont know run cause theyre apparently the best or whatever… those damn americ-“

kylian immediately stopped him and went quiet.

“i hear someone man. shut up real quick.”

they nodded and turned around to see a girl in the track uniform standing and looking at them.

“who are you guys?”

that day was probably one of the greatest ever for kylian- meeting the love of his life cause he got caught snooping. now he watched her grow into a professional and is now running on the track to win a gold medal.

he sat in the crowd with a shirt of her face on it with a huge smile- waiting for the signal so the girls could start running

finally it rung out- and all you saw was 11 girls blasting off and running for their damn life for a 100m race. one of them being immediately spotted cause of her hair kylian helped choose out before she left.

she ran for her life- going ahead of nieta before running behind again- soon regaining speed and going back up.

8 seconds past by until 9 hit… then 10. finally someone hit first. and it wasnt ___… she still ran and got 3rd place. stopping as she crossed the finish line with a frown as tears welled up in her eyes.

‘bronze? i got bronze?’

kylian noticed- immediately keeping it in mind.

she walked out of the stadium after receiving that bronze medal- headphones in with a defeated look before getting tackled by kylian.

“amour! you did so good!”

“stop ky… im tired.”

“but its true! you did great- i mean bronze at your first olympics? who else can do that?”

“carri’ got silver on hers kylian! its her first too! i wanted gold not bronze- i worked too hard for just bronze!”

kylians face fell as he got quiet, immediately hugging her.

“you still did great amour- i don’t understand why you feel other wise. i get losing is hard but its inevitable! you need loses to win ___ trust me.”

“yea you say that cause you lost the world cup two years ago even though you won it already.”

“youre missing the point here.”

“sorry.”

“look all im saying is that you shouldnt be so hard on yourself cause you didnt get what you exactly wanted- you still ran- you still placed- be proud ___! you worked too hard for this.”

she looked at him with a small smile, finally taking in her win.

“do you want to wear it then?”

“yes- definitely.”

she laughed as she placed the medal around his neck- finding solace in this situation.

[mbappeward]

him doing pushups while you are under him - kylian mbappe imagine

scrolling through your phone you averted your gaze again towards the gym room, where your boyfriend has been working out for 1 hour now. you craved him and your own self needed his attention but he was just "busy". you sighed loudly, throwing your phone on the couch as you got up, making your way towards the gym room. you really were mad that he wasn't giving you his attention, you really just wanted to smack him but this all faded when you stood at the door of the gym. your boyfriend was shirtless, doing pushups on the floor as sweat dropped down on his body, his muscles coming in front of your view as his well built chest was heaving up and down with each breath he took. his grunts and heavy breathing didn't fail to reach your ears as it left a nagging feeling on your body. 

you felt goosebumps all over your body, starting to feel hot out of nowhere."are you done staring love?" kylians loud voice reached your ears as you jolted, being too concentrated on admiring his body. you shook your head, your face changing into a mad one as kylian crossed his legs and sat on the floor. he whipped his upper body and his forehead with a towel as he waited for your answer "i think you should check your eyes, i wasn't staring, i was watching how you were doing the exercise" kylian rolled his eyes at your answer, his hand reaching out to grab his protein shake as he brought it near his lips, the liquid going inside his body "isn't that the same thing?" he asked, his eyebrows crushing together as his cheeks blew up due to what he drank. he gulped the liquid down as you rolled your eyes "no it isn't" you said, making an angry face as he chuckled.

"what's wrong baby? why are you being mad?" he asked as you took steps towards him "you even ask now, like you haven't been in this room for 1 hour, leaving your girlfriend alone" you explained, pouting as he chuckled and pulled you down to him by your wrist as you sat on the floor "so you want my attention? that's the case now?" he asked as you nodded, resting your head in his chest. he brushed your hair lightly with his hand, pressing a kiss on your forehead before speaking" if you want my attention you will have it love but i have to finish this exercise" he said as you got sad now. he wasn't going to stop this in any way "but" kylian continued, your head lifting up in a hope that he'd give you what you wanted "i'll do it with you" your eyes lifted up, not understanding what he was talking about "what do you mean?" you said as he chuckled" you'll see it" "lay down" he said, your confusion at its peak.

"w-what?"you asked, straightening your body "just lay down baby,i'll show you" he said as you nodded, slowly laying down on the floor, your heartbeat increasing with each passing minute as you thought of the things he could do. you looked up at him, your face resembling the babys face as kylian mumbled a small "cute". he hovered over you, his hands on each side of your head, his legs holding him up with the help of his hands as you staring at him. he bent down to you, his lips touching yours as your cheeks flushed red, letting him know his try to make you blush didn't go to waste.

you halted in every little movement you were doing as you widened your eyes. you really didn't expect that "kylian what ar-" but before you could finish your sentence kylian repeated the same action, pecking your lips again and again, stopping you from talking. he came closer to your face again, observing your little figure under him. it wasn't the first time you were being this close but everytime it felt different with him "im giving you my attention love" he said, pecking your lips once again as he pulled his body up. you placed your hands in his bare chest, feeling his muscles moving "i love it" you said, scrunching your nose as he came closer again and pecked your lips, making you giggle. those happy noises of you always didn't fail to make his heart flutter. you were his first and he was your first too. everything you did with him was new to you, like what he was doing right now. when kylian bent again to peck your lips, you pulled him by his neck and kissed him deeply as he smiled against your lips. you didn't want to let go but he pulled his body up and detached his lips from yours, you whined as he chuckled pecking your lips for the last time before grabbing your wrist and pulling you with him as he got up with you in his arms. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he looked over at you "this is how i should work out everyday" he said as you nodded, approving what he just said. "yes that's absolutely right. i'd like to get kissed all day like that" you said chuckling but you failed to see the smirk on your mans face "if my girl wants that, then of course i can do that all day" he said, brushing his nose past your cheek as you got goosebumps all over your body.

"you should go get a shower you really stink" you said now, trying to escape his hold and his teasing words "you're right baby,i should get a shower but since you need my attention, i think we should take a shower together" he said, teasing you more now as you lowered your head, blushing like hell "n-no im fine like this" you said. "oh so now you don't need me?" he said as you shook your head "It's not like that.i just-" "you just nothing, shut up and let me give you all my attention in the shower baby" he said, before carrying you on his way to the bedroom to get a shower as you just hid your face in his neck, feeling embarrassed for what was about to happen.

-

thank you for reading!

[bahrtofane]

after pleading and much excitement on kylians’ end, you finally bite the bullet and take him with you to your hometown of algiers. 

kylian x algerian!reader

word count : 1.3K+

watch it: fluffy fluff fluff, mild over thinking and angst if u rly rly dig deep for it 

luv my country fr fr

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theres a small dent on the wall from where you banged your elbow so hard you swore you broke it. you were around 10. it's been years, and the little spot still stands. you never forget to run your thumb over the ridges, the cool wall warming under your touch.

It's been years, but the wall holds the memory, a mirror of you. each flick of your thumb ignites the scene inside your head over and over, you swear you can feel your elbow sting. you remember the way you hissed sharply and called for your mom, who came scuring from the hallway. and how your cousins all lined up to see the damage and soon teased you for being a baby. screeching at the 'crater' you left in the wall. your aunt snapped a picture of the comotion while she laughed hysterically, hand on her hip, head tossed back while the rest of the family filled in to check out the commotion. 

you were given a wet towel to keep in your elbow till the swelling went down. and the teasing never stopped, in fact you're bound to have it happen at any second. your cousins called you bulldozer for years, some still do. that's even your contact name in a few of their phones. 

it's so silly how such a little moment from so many years ago carries on. wasn't even your funniest moment in full honesty. you have much better ones. 

it's been years, and it remains one of your many contributions to your grandmother's little flat. cozy and quaint in the center of algiers. today you bring a new addition, kylian.

you joked about taking him once, just a passing comment while you showed him pictures from your last trip. he hummed, latching onto the idea like an excited puppy to a chew toy. bothering you with itineraries (as if you need one in your hometown?), your texts are a wall of flight screen shots at this point. and of course bombarding you with questions every second he got the chance. 

"should i pack light?"

"what cities will you take me to?"

"do you think i'll need to bring a lot of security?"

in truth, you were hesitant to bring him along.

 going back home is a feeling you can never get enough of. from the moment you step off the airplane and the familiar smell of your country hits your face, to your first dip into the mediterranean, a homemade meal, singing out of cars in the dead of night while you race through the city. 

bringing him is an intimate ordeal. your country is your first love, first home. she raised you in a sense. 

she is a part of him, the same as she is of you. but having him in your grandmother's home? introducing him to your very lively extended family? you don't know about that.

you were worried about your sanity as much as his. you know the questions will be never ending. he's your fiance now after all, wedding in the works. this is only going to add to the disaster that is wedding planning. you know you're going to have to squeeze in promises of inviting your 2nd cousins aunts cats neighbors gardener. 

and how could you forget, he's kylian. kylian mbappe. there's no way you're bringing him to the heart of algiers and going to be free to roam the streets as you please.

you know you'll never be able to do so on your own again once the media puts two and two together. good by freedom. it's easy in resorts or fancy hotels. everything can be arranged. but not here. 

you and kylian value your privacy dearly. french media has barely ever gotten a proper look at your face and you intend to keep it that way. but you don't think you can get away with that here. you want to show him real places that hold history and the people. not just fancy villas on the coast that cost more than you want to think about. 

he pleaded with you anyway, even after you voiced your concerns. "i have an agent and security for a reason. just take me and the rest will come easy. don't even worry."

you frowned, "it'll be in the summer, when everyone else and their mother is going."

"i just want to see it you know, authentically. i want to experience just a part of what you did growing up." he confessed, shy. 

and so you caved. and here he is. leaning against that same wall you rammed into all those years ago, fanning his face with a pile of notebook paper he found lying around after a long day of unpacking the gifts you bought for your family. 

he's had a long day of posing for pictures and videos, all of which you rolled your eyes at. it's nearing sunset, and you press your forehead against the familiar cool wall of one of the living rooms. it's going to be where you sleep for the next 2 weeks or so. 

the couches convert to beds and you get to play the age-old game of war with the mosquitoes that torment you. you haven't told kylian yet. he needs to be ambushed in the middle of the night for the full authentic experience. ha ha ha. 

you look back to where kylian is sat on the couch perpendicular to yours, hes given up on the fanning. hand under his thighs while he watches what he can of the balcony. you can see the sea from here. in all its beauty. the gentle wind it brings flutters the curtains while you hum. 

tomorrow he meets the rest of your family and you can't help the butterflies that pool in your stomach at the thought. your fiance, meeting the rest of what makes this house a home. you can't wait. for now though, all you want to do is nap.

you get up from your couch, sliding on your socks to press up against his side. even if its pushing near broiling temperatures. he doesn't complain, only bringing his hands to cup your face gently, giving your nose a peck. 

"its so beautiful here, " he sighs, "thank you for bringing me."

you hum into his lips, giving them a firm kiss, "you're welcome my love. i'll show you around tomorrow. it's time for my post flight nap."

he gives you a lazy smile, "yes please i was waiting for you to bring it up. it's past my nap time." he pouts.

you roll your eyes and throw one of the couches throw pillows against his chest. he manages to grab it, hurling it back at you. and while you're distracted he curls his hands against your side, tickling you till you yelp and thrash in his hold, back pressed against the couch while you gasp in between laughter. 

he finally lets you go and collapses on top of you, kissing any skin he can reach.

"okay get off, it's too hot for that." you groan.

he at least listens to that, peeling himself off you and retreating to the far end of the couch while you set up yours for what you know is going to be top 5 naps of your life, easy. 

against the gentle breeze and city sounds, you're lulled to sleep. in your vision you see kylian getting ready to do the same, reaching over to press one sound kiss on your forehead before settling down into his little bubble. 

you could do this forever you think. you're glad he came.