#mbappe fanfiction

[wavypotatochips]

i have something in my mind

could you write kylian having an important meeting but readers at home and she’s sick and she calls kylian but he doesn’t answer and when he comes home he sees her like she fainted or she’s very sick?i need some comfort kylian , 😊 thank you

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Ugh I love 'comfort someone who is sick' scenarios, they are always so cute to me (': Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I conveyed your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Request are temporarily unavailable, ILY mwah mwah ♥

You're lying in bed, feeling absolutely terrible. Your head is pounding, your nose is stuffy, and your body feels like it's on fire. You know you need more medicine to help with your fever, so you grab your phone to text your boyfriend, Kylian.

You type out a message asking him to bring you more medicine. You wait anxiously for a response, but none comes.

You start to feel frustrated and helpless. You're in so much pain, and you need his help, but you don't want to seem too needy as well. You try to distract yourself by watching TV or reading a book, but you can't focus on anything.

As time passes, you start to feel worse. You're so uncomfortable, and the pain seems to be getting worse. You decide to try texting Kylian again, hoping that he's finished with whatever he is doing and can come to your rescue.

But once again, there's no response. You feel like you're in agony, and you don't know what to do. You start to worry that something might be seriously wrong with you. You try to call Kylian, but his phone goes straight to voicemail.

You're feeling so alone and helpless, and it's making you even more anxious. You wish that you had someone to take care of you, but you know that Kylian is a very busy man and you don't want to bother him.

Meanwhile, Kylian is in a very important meeting with Nike, discussing a collaboration that could potentially skyrocket his career to new heights. The room is filled with executives, all intently focused on the discussion, their eyes trained on Kylian as he presents his ideas and strategies that he has been meticulously working on for months. He is confident and articulate, impressing everyone in the room with his creativity and expertise.

As the meeting reaches its final stages, Kylian's phone vibrates loudly on the table, interrupting the otherwise silent atmosphere. His phone is upside down, so he cannot see who is blowing up his notifications. He lets out a small laugh in front of the executives and reaches for his phone, apologizing for the interruption, and quickly silencing it.

As the meeting comes to an end, Kylian turns on his phone while walking back to the car. The notifications are coming in slowly since the phone has restarted, but he sees there are multiple missed calls and messages from you. He tries to call you back, but there is no answer. He feels a growing sense of concern, wondering what could be wrong. Kylian calls again, but there is still no answer. He starts to worry that something might be seriously wrong now and quickly gets into the car, practically speeding to the house you two share.

As Kylian drives, his mind races with all the possibilities of what could be wrong. He remembers that you mentioned feeling a bit under the weather starting last night,, but he didn't think it was anything serious. Now, he starts to wonder if he should have taken your symptoms more seriously. Before turning into the neighborhood, he is stopped by a red light, causing him to groan in frustration. He picks up his phone and goes to the messages, finally seeing all the messages you sent hours ago. He feels terrible for not being there for you.

Once the light turns green, Kylian quickly stops at a local CVS to pick up medication. Luckily, it is nighttime, and there are not many people out, so he is able to use the self-checkout without any delay. As he rushes home, Kylian's mind is filled with worry and guilt. He hopes that he can make it up to you and provide the care and attention that you deserve.

Kylian's heart pounds in his chest as he frantically searches for you, his mind racing with worry. When he finally spots you in the living room, his heart sinks at the sight of your weakened state. You look so pale and fragile, as if a gentle breeze could knock you over. He rushes to your side, setting down the medication and taking a seat beside you. He gently places his hand on your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from your body, realizing that you have a fever. Kylian's heart aches at the sight of you in this condition.

You let out a soft groan as Kylian's hand brushes your forehead, sending sharp waves of pain through your head. You slowly open your eyes, feeling Kylian's concerned gaze on you. You try to speak, but he quickly silences you with a gentle shake of his head, "I'm so sorry, my love. Stay still and let me take care of you now." He leans down to kiss your forehead lightly, being sure not to cause any unnecessary movement.

Kylian's sole focus for the next few hours is taking care of you. He knows that you haven't eaten all day, and so he prepares some porridge for you. He carefully places a small amount in a cup and brings it over to you, helping you sit up so that you can eat. He even adds your medication to the porridge, knowing that it will be easier for you to take. You are extremely nauseous, but Kylian remains calm, reassuring you and helping you take the medicine.

Once you've finished eating and taking your medication, Kylian scoops you up gently in his arms and carries you to the bedroom. He places you softly on the bed, making sure that you are comfortable and have everything you need. Throughout the night, Kylian remains by your side, checking your temperature, bringing you water, and comforting you with soothing words. He feels guilty that he wasn't there for you earlier, but he is determined to make up for it by being the best partner possible.

Eventually, the medication starts to take effect, and your fever begins to subside. You drift off to sleep, with Kylian sitting beside you, holding your hand, feeling grateful that he can be there for you when you need him the most. As the night wears on, Kylian's focus remains solely on you, forgetting about his work responsibilities and everything else. His only concern is your well-being, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you recover quickly.

[mattsunsdollie]

Dreaming

Kylian Mbappe x Fem!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”

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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 😩

[judebelle]

hi girl! i would love to read something about soft sex with kylian maybe after watching a movie, him being so whipped with reader

phrases of praise - k.m. x reader

a/n : i dont expect this to get a lot of attention since there isn't much kylian content out rn lol.. also first kylian post whattt? also gonna use some of my french speaking skills for this fic (i can barely hold a conversation in french)

cw : soft smut, swearing, fluff, unprotected (wrap b4 u tap)

pairing : kylian mbappe x fem!reader

wc : 1.2k

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kylian and you were curled up on his bed, the soft glow of the movie casting a warm ambiance around the two of you. as the film unfolded on the screen, your attention wandered away, replaced by an unspoken desire that pulsed between you.

fingers intertwined, your so-called 'subtle touches' grew more deliberate, tracing gentle patterns on each other's skin. the movie became background noise, both of you lost in the magnetic pull drawing you closer.

your eyes met, and in that moment, the room seemed to close in - leaving only the two of you enveloped in each other's warmth.

as the film became a mere afterthought, kylian's touch became the only thing on your mind.

his hand, initially resting on your waist, ventured along the curve of your back, sending shivers along your spine. the intimacy between you deepened with every lingering caress, creating a delicate balance between passion and restraint.

kylian's touch became a message of desire, his fingers now tracing the delicate lines of your neck and collarbone. you, in turn, responded to the growing intensity, your breath quickening with each tender stroke.

the tension between the two of you flooded the room, leaving you both drowning, needing each other to breathe.

"y/n.." kylian whispered in your ear before his soft lips danced along your shoulder. your eyes shut at that, lip bitten as you laid there and relished in his touch.

his words finally registered, and you let out a low hum in response.

"need you so bad.. please, amor."

you, caught in the enchanting spell of kylian's voice, couldn't resist the temptation any longer. you let out a soft gasp as kylian's hands continued unlocking a new world of sensations within you.

you turned around to face him. your eyes, glimmering with the light of the tv, connecting with his. they were filled to the brim with lust and desire.

your lips finally met in a tender, passionate kiss that spoke the words the two of you could not choke out. you melted into the warmth of the moment.

the outside world faded away as you surrendered to the growing intensity between your legs.

kylian's hands ventured beneath the soft fabric of your shirt. the warmth of his touch sent a shudder through your bones. a soft moan escaped your lips.

the kiss deepened as kylian's fingertips traced intricate patterns along the small of your back. you, overcome by the intoxicating sensations, surrendered under his touch, your breath hitching with every caress.

the room seemed to close around both of you as kylian's hands explored further. every other thought that may have crossed his mind ceased to exist, and the only thing that mattered was your body underneath him.

fueled by a desire that might've been stronger than his, you let your fingers trace a tantalizing path along kylian's neck and shoulders.

you skillfully navigated your way to the warmth of his bare torso. kylian reveled in the intense feel of your touch, and couldn't help but let out a low sigh, proof of the pleasure coursing through him.

the air between your bodies thickened with an unspoken understanding as your hands continued to explore the contours of his abs, his burning skin feeling amazing against yours.

each gentle stroke, each caress, painted an intimate picture of longing.

with a shared glance heavy with desire, kylian began to lift the barrier of fabric that separated you from him. your eyes locked onto his, allowing the anticipation to build. your breath caught in your throat as your top slid off, revealing your soft skin.

as kylian's hands travelled tenderly, the embrace of his touch lingered. as he unclasped your bra, your back arched into his.

the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other only urging him to pleasure you further. kylian's fingers explored the soft curve of your breast, an passionate action.

time seemed to suspend between your eager bodies.

as his hands continued grazing your hot skin, his lips finally met with your breast. a soft gasp escaped your lips, and you arched further into his touch, losing yourself in the intensity of the moment.

kylian's sucks and bites were a mixture of love and lust, each one leaving a mark on the surface of your skin.

your fingers instinctively found their way to his head. you pulled him closer to you before letting out another moan.

"kyky, mon dieu.." (kyky, my god..)

kylian's hands traced a slow path down your body. as his fingers ventured lower, a breathless moan escaped your lips.

he murmured out, his voice a sultry whisper, "tu te sens incroyable contre moi." (you feel incredible against me.)

his hand found it's target, connecting with your clit. overcome with pleasure, you could only respond with a fervent gasp. your hand locking onto kylian's bicep.

the room echoed with the sweet sounds of your intimacy.

your breath became erratic as his fingers worked magic against your nerves. kylian, becoming harder from your body's response, intensified his movements.

your body quivered as your orgasm drew near. you couldn't contain any longer. with a breathless cry, you succumbed to the waves of bliss crashing over you.

kylian, observing your every reaction to the sensations, found himself biting back a satisfied grin.

kylian, locked eyes with you. a silent understanding passed between the two of you. kylian removed his shorts, and with a newfound intensity, positioned himself between your legs. his cock entered your sensitive and throbbing warmth in the form of a slow and gentle stroke.

you clung to his body. your breath caught in your throat, choking any sounds down. kylian, with a whisper against your ear, spoke out phrases of praise.

"so good f'me."

"love how you feel around me, fuck."

"i've never felt anything like this, my god!"

kylian continued his movements as per your loud requests. the room echoed with the soft sounds of sex - the subtle gasps, your synchronized breaths, and his groans of pleasure.

your every response beneath his touch fueled his own desire.

as you both neared the edge, kylian's movements became increasingly fervent. you could feel the growing tension within him in the way he panted against your neck, bit hickies on your soft skin, and how his hands held your hips into place. he pushed you down into the soft mattress. his hips snapped into yours roughly. you began to feel him twitch in you.

his skilled fingers dipped down to massage your clit once again. you arched your back. a guttural moan escaped your lips as the waves of pleasure surged through you.

"kylian!"

kylian only rubbed faster as his hips stuttered. he quickly pushed you over the edge, your body trembling with the force of your second orgasm.

in urgency, kylian chased his own release. with guttural moans, he thrusted deeper and harder. the soft rustling of sheets merged together with the heavy smell of sex in the room.

with a final, breathless moan, he filled you up, leaving you both spent.

[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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[yourimagines]

Reader x Kylian Mbappé?

He broke his nose and the reader is a little bit concerned about it

Fluff?

I’m so in love with him 😍

Broken bones

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, Blood, Angst and fluff

Y/N POV

Kylian was excited for their first match of the euro championship. “I want you to have fun amour.” Kylian walked up and wrapped his arms around me, as I was fixing my hair. “I will root for you my love, just win the first game please.” He smiled and placed a few kisses down on my shoulder as he was looking at me through the mirror. “I try my best for you.”

Kylian was in the locker room with the others of the French team, I was walking to my seat with some snacks in my arms. “Hello miss Y/L/N.” A few fans said as I passed them by. “Hello.” I smiled at them and sat down in my seat. “Good to see you here y/n.” A few girlfriends from the other players were also here. “It is, I’m happy to be here today.” I gave them a kind smile and tried to stay calm, as I was the new wag in the group. “Good, Kylian loves you, he’s a very private man.”

The game has begun and the whole stadium was packed, they were singing, shouting and just having fun. I was watching the game on my own as the others were talking about their life problems. “Come on Kylian.” I mumbled as they lost the ball again. “Y/n, you’re ready for your man’s frustrations.” They joked as they saw me looking intensely at the game as Wöber scored their first goal. I accidentally ignored them and jumped up from happiness as the first goal was scored by France. “Yes! Let’s go!” They all giggled as they saw me standing and clapping for the team. I sat back down and looked at them. “I’m sorry what did you say?” I said with a sheepish smile on my face as I skipped their question. “Nothing.” They smiled at me and went back to their conversation.

The game was okay, nothing to be excited about. Kylian was getting a bit more aggressive in the way he played his game, trying to get the ball. “Come on Kylian.” I whispered to myself as he was running fast over the field. He was closed but got hit in his face, touching his nose. “Oh my god.” I clasped my hands over my mouth as I saw blood was pouring out his nose. “Oh my, he’s hurt.” They all looked at me as Kylian walked back into the field, sitting down on the grass. “He’s okay y/n, I think he only broke his nose.”

Someone from the team got to me and guided me to the locker rooms. Kylian was sitting on a bench as people were talking next to him about taking him to the hospital. “Kylian.” I said as I walked over to him, he looked up and tried to smile as he was holding a tissue against his nose. “Mon Amour.” He was in pain, his nose was crooked to the side. He stood up and I carefully gave him a hug. “Are you okay?” He hummed softly. “I’m going to the hospital right now, you don’t have to come with me amour if you don’t want too, they can bring you to our hotel.” He was concerned about me, I shook my head. “No, I want to come, Kylian you’re hurt.” My hand went over his chest as he painfully nodded. “Okay okay, you can come with me.”

I was a bit afraid, his nose was broken and he was on painkillers. “They won’t operate me right now, if they do I’m out of the selection.” He was tired and a little bit frustrated. “Why does this happen right now huh?” He sits down on our bed and rubs his neck. “I don’t know why but I know you’ll get through this.” I stood between his legs and laid my hands on both of his shoulders. “We get through this amour.” He moved his hands over to my hips, pulling me closer. “You’re in this as well, if you like it or not.” Our lips almost touched each other and I let out a giggle. “Okay, I’m sorry. We get through this.”

Kylian was looking at his phone, a smile was on his face. “Elle est parfaite.” He mumbled to his phone. “Who is perfect?” My French wasn’t the best but I finally started to understand a little bit. He looked up and smiled adorable at me. “You are mon cheri.” I shook my head as my cheeks warmed up. “Yes you are, look.” He turned his phone to me. A TikTok video was playing, it was about me. “Look how you cheered at us, baby they all love you.” I shyly hide my face with my hands. “Non, Ne me cache pas ton visage, mon amour.” He gently grabbed my hands and pulled them away, closer to his face and gently pressed some soft kisses on them. “You’re perfect, I love you, the fans love you.”

Kylian POV

She was blushing hard as I was praising her, about how perfect she was and that I love her. “Kylian…” she shyly said as I pulled her onto my lap. “You are so beautiful, never change baby.” I pressed a few kisses on her cheeks as she started to giggle. “Promise me.” She was looking at me with her beautiful eyes. “I promise if you promise it as well.” I smiled again and gently pressed a kiss on her sweet lips. “Je promets mon amour.” She smiled and softly kissed me back. “I promise.” She whispered against my lips.

She was laughing about a meme she saw on the internet. “That would be so funny.” Her eyes were filled with tears as her stomach began to hurt. “The turtle mask?” I asked her, she nods as she turned her phone towards me. “I can’t wear that, it’s against the regulations.” She wiped away her tears and moved closer to me. “I know, it’s just funny….” I hummed and gently placed her phone down. “I have a turtle mask at home, I can wear that for you.” She shook her head and gently placed a kiss on my cheek. “No, I like your face.” I let out a small laugh and kissed her gently on her lips. “I like your face too.”

She was still worried about me, she was happy that I wasn’t playing against the Netherlands. “Baby I’m okay, the painkillers are doing their job.” She was gently rubbing my shoulders as I sat down on our bed. “I know but….its broken Kylian.” She was clearly upset and it was upsetting me. “Mon amour, please. I’m okay.” I carefully touched my nose, she immediately pulled my hand away. “Don’t touched it, what if you accidentally moved it back out of his place, making it all crooked again.” I laughed and shook my head. “That’s not going to happen, I only touched my skin.” She shook her head and pouted at me. “Mon amour, stop. It makes me upset as well. I’m okay.” I grabbed her by her hands and pulled her into my lap. “Hey, I’m okay. Please don’t be upset. Ça me fait mal de te voir comme ça.” She laid her head down on my shoulder, kissing softly my neck. “I’m sorry, Je t’aime Kylian.” I smiled and tilted my head to side, placed a kiss on her lips. “Je t’aime mon cheri.”

[footballfanficwriter]

First day

Summary: where it's Kylian's Real Madrid presentation and the reader is there on by his side

I wake up to the soft light filtering through our bedroom window in Paris, and I feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling in my chest. Tomorrow is the day Kylian officially becomes a Real Madrid player. As I slowly slide out of bed, trying not to wake him, I head to the bathroom for a quick shower. The warm water does little to calm my racing thoughts, but it gives me a moment to compose myself.

I dress in a stylish yet comfortable outfit, knowing the day will be long and full of events. As I finish getting ready, Kylian wakes up, stretching and yawning. He looks at me with those beautiful eyes of his, filled with love and anticipation.

"Good morning, my love," he says, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," I reply, smiling as he pulls me into a warm embrace.

He kisses my forehead. "Today’s the day we move. Are you ready?"

"More than ready," I say, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. We share a tender kiss before heading downstairs to our waiting car.

The ride to the airport is filled with light conversation and laughter. Kylian's hand never leaves mine, his thumb gently stroking my skin. The city of Paris rushes by outside the window, but my focus is entirely on him. He looks so calm, so confident, and it reassures me.

As we board the private plane, I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. The flight attendants greet us warmly, and we settle into our seats. Kylian wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

"Can you believe it? We’re actually moving to Madrid," he says, his voice filled with awe.

"I know. It feels surreal," I reply, resting my head on his shoulder. "But I’m so proud of you."

He kisses the top of my head. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N."

The flight is smooth, and we spend most of it cuddled together. Kylian talks about his dreams and plans for his career in Madrid, and I listen, my heart swelling with pride. Every now and then, he kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my lips – each touch sending shivers down my spine.

Upon landing in Madrid, we are greeted by a driver who takes us to our hotel. The energy of the city is palpable, and I can feel the excitement of the fans already. Our suite is nothing short of spectacular, with a breathtaking view of Madrid.

Kylian takes my hand, pulling me close to the window. "Look at this, Y/N. Our new home," he says, his voice filled with wonder.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth seep into me. "It’s beautiful, just like you," I murmur.

He turns to face me, his hands cradling my face. "Not as beautiful as you," he whispers before kissing me deeply. Our kiss is filled with promise and passion, a silent vow of the future we are about to build together.

We decide to take the rest of the day to relax and adjust to our new surroundings. We explore the hotel, take a leisurely walk around the nearby area, and enjoy a quiet dinner together. Every moment is precious, and I savor the time we have to just be with each other.

The morning of Kylian’s medical tests, we wake up early. I make sure he has a nutritious breakfast, knowing he’ll need the energy. He takes my hand as we head to the medical facility, his grip firm and reassuring.

The facility is state-of-the-art, filled with bustling staff and high-tech equipment. Kylian is taken to a room for his tests, and I wait in a comfortable lounge area. My heart races with anticipation and pride. As I sit there, I receive reassuring texts from him, letting me know that everything is going smoothly.

After what feels like an eternity, he emerges with a confident smile. "All good," he says, pulling me into a hug.

"I never doubted it," I reply, kissing his cheek.

We head to the Real Madrid headquarters next, where he’ll sign his contract. The atmosphere is electric, filled with anticipation and excitement

The room where Kylian will sign his contract is grand, with an air of importance. As we enter, we’re greeted by club officials and media personnel. I take a seat beside Kylian, our fingers intertwined.

The club president gives a brief speech about Kylian’s achievements and the club’s excitement to have him join. Then, Kylian is handed the contract. He takes a moment to look at me, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Ready?" he asks softly.

"Always," I whisper back.

He signs the contract, officially becoming a Real Madrid player. The room erupts in applause, and I can’t help but beam with pride. Kylian pulls me into a celebratory kiss, his lips warm and soft against mine.

After the signing, we move to the press conference room. Kylian takes his place at the front, and I find a spot where I can see him clearly. The room is packed with journalists, cameras flashing nonstop.

Kylian looks calm and composed as he begins answering questions. His eyes occasionally find mine, and we share silent, affectionate glances.

"How does it feel to finally be a part of Real Madrid?" a journalist asks.

"It’s a dream come true," Kylian responds. "I’ve always admired this club, and I’m excited to contribute to its success."

He glances at me, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. I smile back, giving him a small nod of encouragement.

"Can you tell us about your decision to join Real Madrid?" another journalist inquires.

Kylian takes a deep breath, his gaze flickering to me before he speaks. "It was a tough decision, but ultimately, I felt that Real Madrid was the right place for me to continue my career. The club has a rich history and a passionate fan base, and I’m looking forward to being a part of that."

Our eyes meet again, and he subtly nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. I can’t help but feel a swell of pride and love for him.

Throughout the press conference, we share these silent moments of connection. When he talks about his family and his support system, his eyes soften, and I know he’s thinking of me. I feel a sense of pride and warmth wash over me, knowing that I am a part of his journey.

The next day, we head to the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium. The stands are filled with ecstatic fans, all eager to welcome their new star. The energy is electric, and Kylian steps up to the podium, looking every bit the confident and poised athlete he is.

"Hola, Madridistas," he begins, his voice strong and confident. "This is a dream come true for me. I’ve always admired this club, and I’m excited to be here."

He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on me. "I want to thank my mom, my dad, my siblings, and my incredible wife, Y/N, for always supporting me. Without their love and encouragement, I wouldn’t be standing here today."

His mom is in tears, and I quickly move to her side, wiping away her tears and rubbing her back comfortingly. "He’s amazing," I whisper, and she nods, smiling through her tears.

Kylian continues his speech, talking about his goals and aspirations for his time at Real Madrid. His passion and dedication are evident, and I can see the fans are just as captivated as I am.

"I promise to give my all for this club and its fans," he says, his voice filled with determination. "Together, we will achieve great things, ¡HALA MADRID!

The crowd roars in approval, and I feel a swell of pride and love for him. He glances at me, and I give him an encouraging smile.

After his speech, it’s time for the family photo. His parents step onto the stage, posing proudly with him. Kylian looks around and notices I’m not there. He signals for me to join them, but I shake my head, indicating I’ll stay out of the picture. He doesn’t take no for an answer. Walking over to me, he takes my hand and leads me onto the stage.

"You're part of this family, Amore. Always," he whispers, his eyes locking with mine.

We pose for the picture, standing next to the Real Madrid president. I feel Kylian’s arm around my waist, holding me close. The camera flashes, capturing this unforgettable moment.

The rest of the day is a blur of celebrations and fan greetings. Kylian walks around the stadium, shaking hands and thanking the fans. I watch him, my heart swelling with pride and love. When we finally return to our hotel room, we’re both exhausted but elated.

As soon as we close the door behind us, Kylian pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately. "I couldn’t have done any of this without you," he murmurs between kisses.

We collapse onto the bed, cuddling close. He becomes clingy, holding me tightly as if afraid to let go. "What do you think our life will be like here?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with wonder.

"I think it will be amazing," I reply, running my fingers through his hair. "We have each other, and that’s all we need."

He smiles, kissing me gently. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Kylian," I whisper, our foreheads touching. "Forever."

We spend the rest of the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about the day and dreaming about our future in Madrid. Every kiss, every touch, and every word is filled with love and promise. This is the start of a beautiful new chapter in our lives, and I couldn’t be happier to share it with the love of my life

After a while of Kylian and I having our conversation and he's fallen asleep on my stomach, I decide to check people's reactions and what they thought, occasionally smiling at their comments

@FabrizioRomano: 🚨 Official and confirmed: Kylian Mbappé is now a Real Madrid player. Contract signed until 2028. Here we go! #HalaMadrid ⚪️🔴

@RMadridUpdates:The King has arrived! Welcome to Real Madrid, Kylian Mbappé! This is going to be legendary! #Mbappe2028

@FootballAddict: Mbappé to Real Madrid is the biggest transfer of the decade! Can’t wait to see him in white. #Galactico #Mbappe

@LaLigaLover:With Mbappé at Real Madrid, La Liga just got a whole lot more exciting! Let's go! #HalaMadrid #Mbappe

@KylianFanClub: So proud of Kylian! He’s finally living his dream. Real Madrid is the perfect place for him. #Mbappe2028

@RomanticSportsFan: Did anyone else notice the way Kylian kept looking at his wife during the press conference? So much love! #RelationshipGoals #MbappeLove

@FootballGossip: Kylian Mbappé’s wife might be the real MVP here. Those supportive glances and little gestures... True love! #Mbappe

@FanGirlCentral:Okay, but the way Kylian’s wife wiped his mom’s tears and rubbed her back was so sweet. She’s already a fan favorite! #MbappeFamily

@TheRealMadridista: Mbappé signaling his wife to join the family photo... Can we talk about how cute that was? #CoupleGoals #Mbappe

@SportsRomantics: Watching Kylian and his wife exchange those little glances during his speech was everything. You can tell they’re so in love. #MbappeLoveStory

@RealMadridFans: A new chapter begins with Kylian Mbappé at Real Madrid! His wife is such a supportive partner. We stan! #HalaMadrid #Mbappe

   - Comment: @LoveFootball: The way he looked at his wife during the press conference was just 🥺❤️ True love! #MbappeLove

@FootballRomantics: The way Kylian looked at his wife during the press conference was just... 🥺❤️ True love right there. #Mbappe

   -Comment: @GoalDreams: They’re such a beautiful couple! #CoupleGoals

@SportsLoveStory:Did you see how Kylian walked over to his wife and brought her onto the stage? My heart! #CoupleGoals #Mbappe

   -Comment:@FanZone: That was the cutest thing ever! They belong together. #MbappeFamily

@FootballMoments:That moment when Kylian’s wife comforted his mom was so touching. She’s already part of the family. #MbappeFamily

   - Comment: @TearsOfJoy: She’s such a sweetheart! #FamilyFirst

@MadridistaLove: Kylian and his wife’s love story is the real deal. Watching them today was like a movie. #MbappeLove

  - Comment:@FootballHeart: True love exists and they are the proof! #HalaMadrid

Overall I'm just so happy that Kylian was able to fulfill his dream and I'm so honoured to be stood by his side as he makes this transition

[ts1m1kas]

okay so i have quite a few fics to write and some ready to post so i'll give you guys a rough schedule of what's to come !!

2/7/24 - jamal musiala x composer!reader ~ posted

3/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader ~ posted

5/7/24 - jamal musiala x colleague!reader ~ posted

7/7/24 - jealous!max verstappen x reader ~ posted

10/7/24 - kostas tsimikas x holidayer!reader ~ posted

11/7/24 - xavi simons x reader ~ posted

13/7/24 - sebastian vettel x reader & fernando alonso x reader (break-up and rebound) ~ posted

15/7/24 - jealous!ayrton senna x reader ~ posted

17/7/24 - jenson button x driver!reader ~ posted

19/7/24 - kimi raikkonen x driver!reader ~ posted

21/7/24 - jenson button x wife!reader ~ posted

23/7/24 - robin koch x reader part 2 ~ posted

24/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader ~ posted

26/7/24 - jamal musiala x interviewer!reader ~ posted

28/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader ~ posted

29/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader (proposal) ~ posted

30/7/24 - jamal musiala x footballer!reader ~ posted

31/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader ~ posted

so excited to write all of these and thank you for the continued support 🫶

(link to my masterlist and who i write for !!)

love you all - ts1m1kas xoxo

[kylianspinkyring]

kylian talking you through it

notes: idkkkkk its just straight smut ngl no plot whatsoever

warnings: smut, smut, all of the above

-

“oh” he groaned lowly. “fuck.”

kylian had the nasty tendency of jumping between languages whilst he was buried in you, face contorted and skin slick with sweat.

the dragged out ‘fuck’s’ would overlap crudely with his pretty french words, some so dirty-sounding it had you scratching your head after at what he’d meant.

he’d be reluctant to tell you their meaning, shaking off your innocent questioning with a breathless laugh as he tucked himself into your side like he hadn’t just expressed his french wish to put a baby inside you.

that wish always seemed to creep up again, like it did now. your mouth fell slack against his when he pushed himself into you, both quiet for a moment, letting your mixed sighs and hitched breaths fill the air.

“so good” he choked, looking down and letting his eyes devour the sight of him slowly disappearing into you, before looking up again and cupping your face.

“so, so good” he rambled on, his lazy thrusts falling into perfect rhythm with every ‘so’ when you tapped his thigh lightly, giving him the green light to finally move.

your mouth rests against his, both too weakened by the other’s feel to even bother moving your lips. “l-like that” you whined, hooking your arms around his neck when the subtle sting was washed away by a warm, pulsating feel only he could ease out of you.

“watch” his words are cut short by a particularly loud groan he attempts to swallow back. “watch it go in.”

he always loved when you watched his movements, said you had this look in your eye that he’d think about during training whenever he zoned out. it was a loving look, twisted with something else that had him taking cold showers and getting strange looks from his teammates in an attempt to wash away the excitement.

he lifts your left leg over his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot that he knew would send you into a frenzy.

“fuck, fuck- fuck!” you repeated, words coming in a messy heap as kylian’s hands traced upwards, between your breasts, before curling around your throat and squeezing lightly, planting a feather-light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “good?” he coos.

you nodded desperately, until another light squeeze prompted you to use your words. “yes- s’good. oh-fuck!”

good didn’t cut it. his delicate words contrasted so harshly with the quickening snaps of his hips, hands now travelling down your stomach and gently pressing against your clit. sometimes gently, sometimes a little harder, all the while erupting different sounds from you that had kylian wanting to forever have them on repeat.

“i love-” another moan that was swallowed by his mouth. “i love you.” you cried, eyes fluttering shut when you felt his lips move up your neck, his light stubble making you shiver into him.

he let your leg drop, wrapping it around his torso as he laid into you, his weight heavy against yours. “say it again” his lower hip movements slowed, rocking into you softly. “for me.”

you said it again and again, lost count, in fact. the warmth pooling in your lower stomach was making you dizzy, your only strength showing in how you clenched around him, low moans dragging out into higher, breathless ones.

“dont stop-yes!” you threw your head back on one particular thrust, feeling tears fill your eyes from the aching pleasure that made your fingers involuntarily grapple at his shoulders as if to steady yourself.

kylian noticed, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks, thumbs swiping away at the wetness. “bébé” he swallowed between ragged breaths. “dis-moi d'arrêter” he pecked your lips  “et j'arrêterai.”

your head shook furiously, fucking yourself up into him, craving the friction and the lewd sounds of your juices mixing together as words seemed to have fallen off the edge - an edge you were now craving.

“allez bébé.” he lifted you from the bed, one hand wrapped around your lower back with the other pressed between your shoulder blades. head lulling against his shoulder, your words were fragmented as he bounced you against him - both just as tired and flustered as the other.

“nearly t-there amour, ‘can feel it” he grappled with your hair, tugging it back so he had full access to your neck, lips dragging up your throat. “don’t clench-fuck! just let go for me-there you g-”

you bit down on his shoulder when a loud yelp suddenly escaped your lips, already too fucked out and breathless to stop the incoherent mumbles and moans that only seemed to grow louder as kylian’s fingers worked at the nerves between your legs.  

“i got you amour, hold onto me, thats it!-like that” he cooed, his gentle words a harsh contrast to his quickening movements and ragged inhales as her walls pulsated around him, all dewy and hazy to see him unravelling over her quivering figure.

he brought his fingers up to her lips, running his pads over them before slowly slotting them into her mouth, the wetness of her tongue sending shocks to the tip of his cock-

“putain! gonna c-” kylian couldnt even finish his sentence, fingers dragging out of her glistening mouth and reaching for her hand, fingers interlocking as he dropped them against the mattress again.

you whispered loving words into his ear, your other hand lightly raking up his spine after his movements had stilled and he’d collapsed against you, forming the other half of what could only be described as a sweaty mess in need of a shower.

he didnt speak for a moment, instead milking out the last of your orgasms and leaving kisses on your shoulders as little ‘i love you’s’ since words always failed him in his post-bliss state.

sleep overtook them in minutes after he’d fallen back to your side, reaching out for you with grabby hands, needing to hold you in the minutes before despite your bodies being slick with sweat. kylian was too tired to shower and you were to tired to fight it, ‘tomorrow’ he said with a peck on your temple, then just like that you both fell into a deep snooze.

[greedyhoneyz]

I Can’t Lose When I’m With You

.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: there’s something joyous about the sounds of laughter.

.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. fluff

.ೃ࿔*:･authors notes: this took me awhile to write. this isn’t my best works but ive been stuck with writers block. used google translate for the french. didn't proofread.

“Ćherie!” Kylian’s deep, resonant voice echoed through the dimly lit hallway of his Parisian home as the front door creaked open, and the scent of popcorn and a vanilla line candle filled his nose.

“Ćherie!” He yelled again, a hand pushed up against the hallway wall as he dug his feet out of his shoes. He kicked them aside and jeered his head to stare at the soft glare of light at the end of the hallway.

Dropping his bag at his feet, Kylian followed the light till he stood at the end of the hallway.

On the couch, bundled between a row of pillows and a throw blanket, (name) lay idly, her gaze glued to the blue light emitting from her phone whilst music boomed from her airpods. The tv played on the side of her face, Gossip Girl, a comfort show she watched countless times before.

Slowly, Kylian crept towards (name). He pressed his lips into a line and watched her eyes flutter close, her eyelashes meshing together and springing open with orbs filled with alert.

She stirred, her feet wriggling beneath the throw blanket, and turned her head to Kylian, beaming.

“Kylian,” She mouthed gently, her eyes glancing over his figure. She pulled her airpods from her ears and pressed herself against the couch, her phone tumbling aside. “You’re back.”

“Kiss.” She tilted her head back and puckered her lips as Kylian towered above her. He hung his head, a shadow casting over both their faces, and clasped her face between his hands. He leaned into her, his nose gently bristling against her cheek, and moulded his mouth around her lips.

Kylian savoured the taste of (name’s) strawberry gloss, uttering a strangled moan as he pulled away, leaving a lingering touch on her ample cheek.

He waddled around the couch, his movements slow and sluggish, and eased himself beside (name). Sinking into the cushioned seat, she placed her legs over his lap.

“How was the game?” (name) spared a peep at the television, a flash of black covered the screen indicating the episode had ended. She fixed her gaze on Kylian and smiled warmly at the touch of his hands gently scoring across her legs.

“Good,” He muttered calmly. His digits smoothed down her legs, coddling her ankles, and brushed upwards towards her thighs. He stared at her body with eyes filled with focus and fatigue, his fingers an emblem of his tenderness and care, and batted a gentle look at (name). “...I missed you.”

(name) felt her heart swell and heat flush across her face. She offered a shy grin and threw back words brimmed with solace.

“I missed you too.”

By 9 pm, nightfall had replaced the brisk, autumn evening. The house had fallen into a quiet lull, the tv had shut and faint snores filled the open air. Propped on either side of their sofa, Kylian and (name) slept blissfully– the throw blanket Kylian had once rustled aside draped across their figures and swaddled them like newborns despite the discomforting positions. The couple slept on, stirring at the occasional ding from a phone or beep from the alarm at the front door.

And when morning came, hunger had struck and Kylian had found himself awake. He blinked, baffled and dazed, and slowly slung his head upwards from his shoulder. He wiped a hand across his face, rubbed his tired eyes and shifted, drawing his eyes to the legs dangled across his lap.

He flashed a glance at (name), still content in slumber, and sluggishly dragged his legs inwards. He blinked, knocking his jaw open with a strained yawn and settled back into the couch cushions.

Kylian waded between feelings of fatigue and hunger and peeked a glance at the kitchen just metres away. Imagining a hot plate of eggs, a bagel smothered with cream cheese and a couple of slices of bacon on the side — his belly rumbled at the thought.

He wiped his mouth and carefully lifted himself from the couch, only to be weighed down by (name).

Kylian let out a breath and stared down at his girlfriend, her head hidden beneath her arm and a pillow. He watched her chest rise and deflate in a continuous motion as minute snores whistled from her nostrils.

He smiled, enamoured by the sight and carefully raised his hand. His palm curved around her leg, whisking across her skin delicately, upwards and downwards. He dragged his hand towards her ankle, smoothed the nub and trickled his digits down to her feet.

He curved his hand to the back of her feet and began to wriggle his fingers across her feet.

Kylian was tender at first, his digits barely fluttered against (name’s) feet, which induced the occasional twitch and curl of her toes. His next move was stronger, a rutted attack, as his fingers wormed across her feet in ragged lines, inducing an agitated mewl.

Kylian’s final move was subtle, yet effective. He moved his fingers diligently against her feet and applied pressure on points he had accustomed himself to, sending electric nodes which signified as jolts

across (name’s) body.

She flinched, a groan escaping her tired lips and began to stir, growing more agitated the more Kylian continued his assault before her mewls began to grow higher in pitch.

(name) sprung her eyes open, letting out the loudest giggle and threw back her head. She kicked her feet in an attempt to ward off Kylian’s attack but fell struck in a fit of laughter.

“What are you doing?” She managed a few words between her laughter as teardrops began pooling down her cheeks.

“It tickles!”

“Tes pieds sont si sensibles,” [Your feet are so sensitive,] Kylian mused softly, racing his digits up across her feet once again, tickling her. “I like it.”

“Kylian, wait-”

“Je n'arrête pas.” [I’m not stopping.] He cooed assertively, sending (name) an amused look.

“Kylian!” (name) whined, she wriggled beneath her boyfriend and laughed gleefully with a grin that reached from ear to ear.

“Don’t stop!”

No longer dazed by slumber, (name) found herself engulfed with joy and never-ending laughter as Kylian tickled her feet and laughed alongside her. She was delighted, he was amused. Her delicate laughter soothed him and his mischievous antics felt her panting for breath in their Parisian home that stood cloudless beneath the frisk, bitter early autumn air.

[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.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

"English isn't my first language"

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The labor/delivery of Kylian’s first child, and how he reacts to seeing them for the first time, and then maybe when his family comes to meet the baby his parents are shocked at how much the baby boy looks like his father

𝘽𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙅𝙤𝙮 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 888

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As you lie in the hospital bed, contractions coursing through your body, you clutch Kylian's hand tightly. His eyes are fixed on yours, filled with love and concern. "You're doing great," he whispers, his voice soothing. "Just breathe through the pain. We're almost there." You nod, panting through another contraction. The room is filled with the beeps and whirs of machines, the voices of nurses and doctors. But Kylian is the only thing that matters to you at this moment. As the hours tick by, the pain intensifies. But you push through it, knowing that at the end of this journey is the precious gift that you and Kylian have been waiting for. And then, finally, after what seems like an eternity, the baby is born. You hear the sound of crying, and tears spring to your eyes. Kylian leans down to kiss your forehead, and you feel his tears mingling with your own. "It's a boy," the nurse says, holding up the tiny, squirming bundle of joy for you both to see. Kylian's face lights up with joy and wonder as he gazes down at his son. "He's perfect," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "Absolutely perfect." You can't take your eyes off the baby either. He's small and wrinkled, with a tuft of dark hair on his head. As the nurse places him in your arms, you feel a surge of love so intense that it takes your breath away.

Hours later after the delivery,  you are now lying in a hospital bed, exhausted but exhilarated, cradling your newborn son in your arms. Kylian stands beside you, his eyes fixed on the tiny bundle of joy that he helped bring into the world. He reaches out to touch the baby's soft cheek, his hand shaking slightly.

"I just can't believe it," he says, his voice choking with emotion. "He's perfect. Absolutely perfect."

You smile weakly, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "He is, isn't he?"

Kylian leans down and kisses your forehead. "You were amazing, you know that? I can't believe how strong you were."

You laugh weakly. "I don't feel very strong right now."

"That's because you just did something incredible," he says, his eyes shining with pride. "You brought our son into the world. And he's beautiful." Kylian reaches down to grab the baby, cradling him in his arms. 

As you lie there, basking in the glow of new motherhood, the door to the hospital room opens, and Kylians parents walk in. They look tired and a little disheveled, but their faces light up when they see their son standing beside you, holding a tiny baby.

"Kylian!" his mother exclaims, rushing forward to give him a hug. "Where is my grandbaby? Oh, he's precious!" Kylians father shakes his hand and rubs him on the back. "Congratulations, son. You're a father now. How does it feel?" "It feels amazing," Kylian says, beaming. "I can't believe he's finally here." She looks down at the child in his arms and coos over him, admiring his little fingers and toes. "He's so handsome, Kylian. And look at those dark brown eyes! Just like yours." Kylians father peers at the baby's face, "Actually, I think he looks more like you than anyone else. Same nose, same chin." Kylian grins, clearly pleased. "Do you really think so?" "Absolutely," his mother says, "He's definitely got his father's good looks." Kylian laughs, "I hope he gets his mother's sense of humor, though."

Everyone chuckles, and you smile weakly, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. You can't believe that you're a mother now, responsible for this tiny little life. But looking at Kylian, holding his son with a look of wonder on his face, you know that you'll be okay. You'll figure it out together, one day at a time.

Over the next few days, the hospital room fills with visitors: friends and family. Everyone wants to see the new baby, to hold him and marvel at his perfection. And through it all, Kylian is there by your side, his love and support unwavering.

"He's so tiny," Ethan, Kylians brother exclaims, peering down at the baby. "How do you even change his diaper?" Ethan was not able to visit when his parents did due to schooling. 

"It's not that hard," Kylian says, grinning. "You just have to be careful not to get peed on."

"Speak for yourself," you say, rolling your eyes. "I've been sprayed more times than I can count."

Everyone laughs, and for a moment, it feels like the world is a little bit brighter.

Soon you are allowed to be released from the hospital with your newborn son. As the days pass, you settle into a routine: feedings, diaper changes, naps. You spend hours just staring at your son, marveling at how perfect he is. And all the while, Kylian is there, holding your hand, kissing your forehead, reassuring you that everything is going to be okay.

"I love you," he whispers to you one night, as you lie in bed together, watching the baby sleep in his bassinet. "And I love our son. He's the best thing that's ever happened to us."

You smile, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I love you too, Kylian. And I couldn't agree more."

[cialovesklopp]

une journée a trois ➻ k.mbappe

summary – they had always been two. but now that they were about to be three, they were starting a new journee. the path of parenthood. ah, the joy of pregnancy

pairing – kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

warnings – a somewhat detailed description of childbirth, pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, labor, breastfeeding

word count — 10.1k

author's note – i guess this is my last official chapter for the mon amour series before i am officially starting my trent fic and the first spin off to this series. i will also be taking mon amour to wattpad where i'll add some more social media since here it came a bit short. there will be a lot of redecorating for my fics in the next time. as a heads-up: i don't know anything about childbirth, my entire knowledge is from google so i am very sorry if i got something wrong. hope you enjoy <3

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it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. she liked to have her life planned out to the finest detail. she wasn’t organized to the smallest but she liked to live her life in a certain order. so this was not supposed to happen now. there was no in-between for her situation. either women were happy or their lives were destroyed right now. and yet she found herself between the two scenarios.

she had been careful. she had put her career first and it had worked in every damn relationship she had ever had (which had not been a lot). she had made it clear that the success of her career was the most important thing and after the whole evan fiasco, she had sworn to herself that no matter how many times she fell in love, she would never lose sight again of her priorities. and it had worked till now.

it was a small mistake that led to her situation now. a moment of a certain emotional weakness that was the reason why she found herself in the bathroom on the floor with her back leaning against the bathtub as she stared into nothing.

kylian had introduced her to a new world of love. one where longing became sometimes too hard and the moment they found each other again, all rational thoughts were thrown out the window. he had shown her what love really felt like and that it was so much more than just endless fights and screaming matches. so… of course she had lost sights of her priorities and acted after her emotions when her heart had missed him too much.

her situation resulted from a sudden stay in the same city. he had been there to play an important match, she had two nights in that same city to tour and overwhelm her fans with her music. it had been three months that they hadn’t seen each other in person so the moment they had known they were at the same place, all sane thoughts had been thrown out the window. they had missed each other too much to even think about anything else than be close again. feel the other again. and now, not even two months later, she found herself on the floor in the bathroom with a stick in her hand. a small piece of plastic that held the weight of the world. two small blue lines that seemed to throw everything out of order. there seemed to be life growing inside of her now.

she wasn’t crying but rather staring into the air. her eyes held no emotion as she held the positive test in her hands. somehow it didn’t seem to set in that she carried life now in her body. that someone was breathing inside her and had their own heartbeat. it appeared surreal to her. the realization that one of her biggest fears had become true.

amara didn’t fear his reaction. that was probably the least of her problems. he had always expressed his desire for children, no matter at which point in his career he would be. he would support her, no matter what. she was the problem.

there had been warnings for this situation. women with so much potential that had been destroyed or ruined because of a child. and it wasn’t just an empty warning. she had seen it with her own eyes. linda, evan’s mother, had been the proof she had needed. a beautiful woman, beautiful and intelligent — a cunning lawyer who was at the peak of her career. but her pregnancy had ruined her and had turned her into a housewife. the vision, evan had always had of her. being pregnant just before she was about to start the second leg of her tour was the most unfortunate moment, this little gift could have come. it threw all plans out of the window.

she absolutely did not want to become one of those women who were at the peak of their career and then got it ruined by an unplanned pregnancy. it was her biggest fear. especially because she was living on the high of it at the moment. everything was going well, — she was breaking record after record — and now everything was about to stop. because she knew she would never bring it over her heart to kill the small human that seemed to be growing in her. it was a part of her now. and she could never take that decision alone.

time passed and she still found herself in the same position, her mind still processing the news. she didn’t notice kylian coming home from training and calling her name. her senses picked up his smell and noticed his presence but her brain felt disconnected to the outside world. her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting and complicated thoughts she just couldn’t work through.

if he was surprised to find her in the bathroom, he didn’t show it. kylian called her name but there was no response except an occasional small hum. the room felt smaller and the atmosphere was uncomfortable with the big news looming over them.

“cherié, tout va bien?” he asked her softly, eyes filled with worry as he kneeled a bit down and remarked how hers seemed to just stare into nowhere with a numb expression in them. she didn’t find the strength in herself to say her fears out. it was paralyzing her from deeply inside and forming a big lump in her throat that prevented her from being vocal. instead she only handed him the positive test, the two lines glowing dimly under the bathroom light. — honey, is everything okay

there was a confused expression on his face that turned into a mix of shock and slight happiness. but any emotion disappeared when he was met with her expression. “this is a surprise,” he said out loud and turned towards her. “are you happy?” his question hung in the air but she couldn’t find an answer.

“i don’t know. i don’t know what i’m going to do.” she admitted, her voice quiet. there was a certain nervousness and fear that underlined her voice, portraying the weight that she carried on her shoulders now. there were so many possibilities and challenges, so many hills and rocks they would have to climb now. she wished she was fearless like all the other women that were over the moon when they got the positive news.

“i was about to leave for a whole year. the second part of my tour is starting in a month. and now i’m…” her throat became dry as the lump became bigger. the words seemed stuck, as if speaking them out would actually make it real. “i’m pregnant.”

she didn’t have to say more for kylian to understand her. that’s just how they were. he seemed to comprehend that she wasn’t mad at the pregnancy. after all, she adored children. she was amazing with them and they both knew they wanted kids. she just feared the impact it could have on her career.

“je ne sais pas quoi faire,” she mumbled under her breath, her lips barely moving. “it wasn’t supposed to happen now. everything was going soo… well, i guess. i don’t want it to end. i don’t want to lose my career.” — i don’t know what to do

he let out a sigh, his back sliding down the wall as he sat down next to her. one hand still held the positive test while the other wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her closer to him. “why would this ruin your career? you’re the most successful artist i know. nothing could ruin this now.”

“you’re supposed to say that. but you haven’t seen that pregnancy does to women. i don’t want my career to be ruined, not with the way the world treats women. how am i supposed to be a good mum and a successful woman in the music industry?” she shook her head and put it down on his shoulder, resting it there. she appreciated his efforts to comfort her but he was a man— they would never truly understand a woman’s suffering, no matter how hard they tried.

“we could stay home both if you want that. i take a break from football and i could be home for the both of you,” he suggested and amara looked at him incredulously. it was strange for her how he had accepted it so quickly already, that they were about to be three while she still struggled to comprehend the situation.

she shook her head firmly. “i could never ask you to stop for me. i know how much you love football. it’s your life. this is a me-problem.”

“une grossese n’est pas un probleme d’une personne. tu n'es pas seule. je te promets que rien ne va se gâcher. ta carrière est remarquable est elle le sera toujours. no matter what you do,” he consoled her, pressing soft kisses on her temple. “je t’aime tellement. mais ça, c’est ta decision et tu es la seule avec le choix. soo… are you happy?” — a pregnancy is not a problem of one person. you’re not alone. i promise you, nothing is going to get ruined. your career is remarkable and will be

— i love you so much. but this is your decision and only you can take it.

she shrugged, the unexpected twist in her plans still burning through her mind. she just couldn’t understand how there was a small human being growing inside her now. something that was breathing inside her. even though it felt unreal — and all at once she knew what she was going to do. what she would have to do now. her world would revolve around that little human being now. and she would do everything in her power to love that little baby that was living inside her. even if it the feeling of surrealism would never truly leave her.

maybe her mind should have adapted to it by now but it still felt disconnected to the situation. as if she was living two lives now. they hadn’t told anyone yet, preferring to keep it their little secret for the moment. especially because they still hadn’t settled in on the idea of getting a family addition.

kylian had noticed her struggles. how she couldn’t work around it. he would find her sometimes in front of the mirror, staring at her stomach. and even then it looked like she still hadn’t made her peace with the situation. amara had come up with several excuses why she had been going softer on training and why she avoided her pr for the second leg of the tour so much at the moment. kylian seemed to have calmed her down a bit about the pregnancy but the fears and rocks it would bring still hadn’t been overcome. even more when she still didn’t feel a thorough connection to the baby in her stomach.

the first ultrasound had been their reality check. that whatever they had been dancing around, was actually happening. there was a grateful look in her eyes when kylian grabbed her hand while their doctor applied the cold gel on her. it was terrifying for her to say the least. their nurse was friendly, nice — she must have sensed amara’s nervousness with the way she had been trying to calm the singer down. it had been risky getting an appointment but kylian had made sure to be extra careful. to make sure that nothing would come out to the press. the least she needed right now was for the time that should’ve been the happiest in her life to be without any media presence.

hearing the heartbeat was a sharp reminder that they weren’t alone anymore. the sound appeared to be precise evidence of life within her, the real confirmation for her pregnancy. it was a new experience for them, a new chapter that was starting soon in their lives. the impending parenthood that was installing its way into their life. several emotions were rushing through them as they made contact for the first time with their baby. and yet, despite the huge importance of the moment, amara’s emotions refused to truly correspond to the situation because of a missing connection between her and the baby.

she looked at the ultrasound screens, her eyes specifically fixing the point the doctor had shown them was their baby. she was registering the moment but struggled to find an emotional place for it. and it wasn’t because amara didn’t love the growing human in her body enough. there was no lack of love or commitment. her brain was just going into panic mode and refused to acknowledge the incoming changes. an automatic self-defense response from her mind who thought it needed to protect her. because even if she knew her career was good, it didn’t take away her fear of having all of that ruined.

as the doctor left them to offer them some privacy, there seemed to be just them now and the sound of a heartbeat. amara didn’t have to look at kylian to know that his cheeks were probably hurting from smiling so much. that his eyes were probably a bit teary from hearing the heartbeat of their unborn child. his hand found hers and he subconsciously intertwined them, his mind still clouded by all the emotions running through his body. she smiled at him, happy to know that at least he seemed to be able to form a special memory with the moment. for her, everything still felt surreal.

and the feeling of it did not leave her, not even in the night.

they were in bed, cuddled together under blankets when amara suddenly woke up from a slight movement. she turned a bit to look at kylian but her boyfriend still seemed to sleep peacefully. as she felt it again, amara looked down and found kylian’s hand on her stomach. casually laying there all protectively. and somehow, it was exactly what she needed to realise that it would be okay.

a small smile formed on her face and she put her hand on her stomach too. this was going to happen and she would be prepared for it. she wasn’t sure whether babies could already hear but it was stronger than her. the urge to promise her baby the world.

“i don’t know whether i’m going to be a good mum to you,” she began softly, speaking low to not wake up kylian. “but i can promise you, you’ll be in good hands with your dad.” she chuckled, the thought of kylian playing with a small mini-him or mini-her exciting her. “i’m sorry that you’re stuck with a mum who doesn’t know what she wants. but i’m trying. i’m trying for you… to be the best version of myself that you’ll need.”

they began slowly, the changes. at first barely remarkable and now they were plainly obvious. life seemed to radiate from her. she possessed a kind of positive aura around her that even the blind could see. she had truly grown into the start of her pregnancy as she entered her second trimester.

amara found herself balancing her life before and during her pregnancy. she had to get used now to the fact that her body was adapting for the small human being in her stomach and that it included good and bad changes. she had overcome her struggles with the pregnancy and the lack of emotion she had had towards it. now she suddenly felt overwhelmed but happy. nearly excited to start this new chapter.

she was four months pregnant and with that also came the first differences that made this pregnancy real. that made it more than just a statement on a paper. a small, noticeable bump had formed on her stomach — it wasn’t very big but remarkably enough that it had made them nearly cry when they had seen it. now kylian’s hoodies had become her go-to attire to hide the small curve on her stomach. his sweatshirts engulfed her completely, serving as a comfortable shield for her womb and a cover up. after all, they still hadn’t told anyone and the little human growing in her body was still their secret.

and just as she progressed into her pregnancy, so did the unfortunate changes like morning sickness or strange food cravings. instead of spending her mornings in bed, spooning with her boyfriend, she now found herself hung over the toilet as soon as the sun came up, with kylian holding her hair. he whispered sweet encouragements and gentle circles which was now a habit for them every morning as she finished her first trimester to enter the second. it was exhausting, crucifying even and drained her. the doctor had told them it would stop soon but she found no change. she would just have to endure it.

even worse were the sudden food cravings. eating had already become hard enough with nothing staying in her body but her strange food cravings made it ten times worse. strawberries were her first sacrifice that came with nurturing life followed by sushi and chinese food. now even the slightest smell of take-out food had her running to the toilet. it was hard and what made it even more hard was the fact that she couldn’t ask anyone for advice other than her doctor.

they hadn’t told anyone of the pregnancy. she had canceled the second leg of her tour without any reason other than the “personal reasons” she had stated in her statement. it had been a heart-wrenching decision, stopping to travel around the world and illuminate people with her music but it was necessary. another sacrifice for her new life she was entering. they had left the world — including their own families — in the dark as they chose to live in their small pink bubble, far away from the harsh reality. amara would never admit it but she was glad. grateful that she didn’t have to share what was supposed to be the happiest time of her life with the world. she wanted it to be their private little moment.

pregnancy did not only change the way they lived. it changed them completely. amara knew kylian loved her but he had changed his love language. he had gone from sweet words and giving gifts to affection and touching her constantly. it had started small, with small caresses on her back and intertwining their hands subconsciously to gentle circles drawn on her hands now soft strokes. and most of them were always centered around her stomach. it was his new way of expressing his unconditional love that was now not only directed towards her but also towards the tiny life growing inside her. they had adapted to parenthood together and it made her fall in love even more.

especially when he talked to their small little miracle when he thought she was asleep. it had started as small confessions towards their baby and had turned into full one-sided conversations now. it warmed her heart when she listened to him, heard how he expressed some of his fears — that amara found were completely unreasonable— and talked about how excited he was. no matter which gender their little bundle of joy would have. only they mattered to them, her, him and the small unborn baby. their bubble was complete.

but the couple knew that their bubble would burst soon and they would rather be the ones to do it than an outsider. after spending one month at home, shielded from the outside, she had decided to come out. and her first official appearance was no other place than kylian’s match. her parents had surprised her with a visit and both knew, they couldn’t hide it any longer now. they hadn’t exactly spoken about a way they would announce it but it was clear that they would have to share it with their families now.

along with her parents she was seated in their usual reserved spots for the families of the players, next to them kylian’s parents and his brother with his children. she played with kylian’s nephew, bouncing him on her lap while her mind wandered off to thinking about how it would be in a few months. when she would be cheering him on with their small bundle of joy.

their eyes met and she watched his smile grow bigger as he spotted her with his nephew — no doubt, the same image of her with their baby was running through his mind. again, there was an overwhelming sense of pride and excitement. amara turned to her mother, who had redirected a question towards her, wondering why her daughter was glowing so positively. and all she could do was grin. they would know later.

though later appeared to be very close as their secrecy came to an end with the opening score. he had hit a beautiful goal after dribbling his way through the penalty area and instead of hitting his usual celebration, he went for the ball. there were shocked gasps around her along with a roar of cheer when he ran around with the ball under his shirt and sent a heart her way. everyone instantly put the pieces together — after all there weren’t many possibilities what it could signify — and immediately they all turned towards her.

“don’t tell me…” her mother trailed off in shock and amara nodded, grinning widely.

“surprise,” she exclaimed, a cheeky smile adorning her face. she lifted the sweatshirt a bit and revealed her four-month old belly that she had been hiding for the past month now.

fayza immediately pulled her into a hug, kissing amara’s temple gently. “félicitation ma fille. oh je suis tellement contente.” — congraulation, my daughter. i’m soo happy

one by one, they hugged her, all expressing their felicitations. even the others that were around to support their player on the pitch threw a happy congratulations towards her.

“how far along are you?” her father asked her, pulling his daughter in for another hug.

she smiled into the hug, the feeling of home spreading through her body. “nearly five months now. i finished my first trimester a few weeks ago.”

“now it makes sense why you couldn’t go out with me,” alice realized and amara sent a wink in her direction.

“how could you keep this from us?” her mother asked in a shocked tone, looking at her daughter incredulously. “amaghị m ma m ga-akụ gị maka idobere m ya ka ọ bụ naanị nwee obi ụtọ. ihe a abughi ihe i zonari nne gi ada.” — i don't know whether i'm supposed to hit you for keeping it from me or just be happy. this is not something you hide from your mother.

amara shrugged. “it was our little secret.”

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amara.imani secret is finally out. the reason i had to cancel the second leg of my tour. i’ll back soon but in the meantime, baby imani-mbappé is coming

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the news had spread like a wildfire and even people who weren’t interested in the football or music industry knew that amara imani was pregnant. their names had been mentioned in every article for three weeks straight, wondering over the gender of the baby and when exactly it could maybe arrive. her phone was now silent everyday to drown out the constant vibrations of notifications. it was spammed with articles and posts mentioning her — everyone had something to say about her pregnancy.

even players she hadn’t ever interacted with had slid into her dms to wish her and kylian well. not to forget the french national team who had called to congratulate them as well. they had instantly launched a group call, to also include those who played overseas and wished their two friends well. everyone bombarded her with questions about the impending arrival of their baby — their new protégé as they liked to call it now. a warm feeling spread through her body as she thought about the way, their baby already had so many uncles that loved their coming bundle and would help them. they were a big family after all.

as she advanced in her pregnancy and her bump grew bigger, kylian also grew more protective around her. he didn’t allow her to lift a finger to do anything around the house anymore except go to pee. he cooked now and send his mother to drop off food when he was busy or away for a game. his chauffeur had now become something like their housekeeper, occasionally checking in on her when she was home alone. kylian had even hired her a personal shopper that would go shopping for her when she didn’t feel like online shopping. he was doing everything to protect her from doing too much.

and amara understood where he was coming from so she couldn’t even be mad at him. after their latest doctor’s appointment, where they had been told that there was a risk of giving birth prematurely, her own fears had reappeared again. they had never truly left her but now they were living in her brain again. her pregnancy had already been complicated with her uterus apparently refusing to grow to give the baby more space. she had been told it was a protective response of her body after a certain kind of trauma she must have endured — a trauma that her body now refused to live again so it took protective measures. she had been ordered two weeks of bed rest and after that, to do the most to go easy on her body. spare it from hard work.

seven months into what should have been the happiest time of her life and she found herself afraid of her own body and what could happen if she gave birth prematurely. she had worked through the fears concerning her career and now she would have to manage the fears of not being ready to give birth.

and adding to that fear that hovered over her now, pregnancy had also become harder for her. what had seemed to be a small curve before now looked like a midsized watermelon shoved into her stomach. the toll on her body became more prominent now — daily ingestions of vitamins, eating twice the amount of what pregnant women usually consumed — measures like that had become routines for her. she had been warned of a complicated pregnancy but none of what she had been told measured up to what she was feeling.

nonetheless, her pregnancy was also marked with good moments, happy moments where both just got ready for parenthood. moments that had put light on the situation they were living in at the moment. painting the room had been a day where they had created lots of memories they cherished. the singer had been visiting friends of hers who had been staying in the city of love and had come home to find kylian with a screwdriver in his hand while achraf was reading him the instructions for the crib.

“you’re supposed to put it like this.”

“i’m doing that. it won’t go in.”

the two hadn’t even noticed her arrival their focus laying purely on the crib. turned out, he had left training early and had dedicated the entire day to constructing the crib and getting the room finished. her heart had grown twice its size that day. there were so many memories they had already created in that room (looking past their messy make-out session because she was feeling horny) and painting the room of their coming bundle of joy was just an addition to that.

the realization of parenthood and their new addition to the family had somehow wriggled into their lives. during her first trimester, she had pushed the thought of pregnancy at the back of her head, hoping to procrastinate everything that concerned it. now she was excited for the arrival of their little bean and was planning each detail as finely as she could. they were navigating their way around it with the new flow of emotions they were experiencing. as she progressed and her bump became bigger, so got the question about the name their unborn child would carry. it was clear to both of them that their baby would not carry a double-name; they held no importance if the only place where they appeared was on official documents. they would settle on a single name their baby would be known through the world.

he had the entire world scream his name and wear it on their shirts to express their support for him, she had people sing her music all over the world and express themselves to it. both names carried big weighs all around the world and no matter which name it got, there would always be expectations that would have to be reached. yet she sensed that it was more important for him — the matter of the name. so they chose mbappé for their last name. but the problem of the forename still linged.

that’s how they found themselves awake in bed at four in the morning with the question of the name preventing them from sleeping (in addition to amara craving for tacos at two in the morning). they were surrounded by baby name books while their phones had websites for baby names open.

“what do we think of kylian mbappe jr?” he proposed jokingly, grinning at her as he stole another of her sweet potato fries.

she rolled her eyes. “of course, why not? and while we’re already at it, why not instantly start project mbappe and put it into the academy instantly after i give birth?”

he held his hands up on surrender. “it was just a suggestion.”

“a stupid one,” a small giggle left her lips as she declines his proposition. she was kind of glad that he wasn’t stressing so much about the pregnancy as much as she was now. one of them needed to be the easy parent and she knew it was just in her nature to be the stricter person.

“what about… malouanne ?” he read out loud from his phone which earned him a pillow thrown his way. “what? it’s a mix of the names marie, louise and anne. fits perfectly if you ask me.”

“as beautiful as the name may sound, do you want our kid to be bullied at school?” amara instantly retorted back, continuing to read in her book to find a name.

that was how they spend the night, searching for names that would fit their little human and create their identity. the question of the name was always a difficult one because somehow nothing seemed to fit. nothing was enough for their baby. they were looking for a name that just screamed their bundle of joy; that upon hearing it would immediately make them think of it.

“should we add a middle name?” he asked her, putting his phone down to look at her. his hand instantly placed itself on her stomach, stroking it gently. “should we give you a middle name,” he asked softly towards the stomach. a smile made its way on his face when he felt a kick at the spot where his hand laid and amara hissed slightly.

“i think we need a middle name,” kylian told her slyly. “our little bean clearly agrees with me.”

“they agrees on everything with you. i swear i have a daddy’s girl in my stomach.”

her boyfriend grinned at her, cradling her stomach. “well, they are their father’s child” his grin widened when he felt a kick again.

she shook her head in disbelief but knew he was right. bidding him goodnight and placing a last small kiss on his lips, she waltzed a bit around to find the perfect position to sleep in. with her belly growing, so did the matter of finding a good position to sleep in but the huge pregnancy pillow that kylian had bought her seemed to help. still it didn’t take away the ordeal of finding the position. she was nearly asleep, her mind already drifting away when kylian finally closed the books and turned off the light. his hand wrapped around her waist to feel closer to her as he got comfortable in bed.

she had nearly missed his suggestion, already dozing off when she heard his voice. it was barely above a whisper but loud enough to hear.

“i think ada would suit her perfectly as a middle name in case it’s a girl. the perfect mix of you. and you said you wanted to honor your mother.”

needless to say that she fell asleep with a smile on her face. one problem less now in what was supposed to be the happiest time of her life.

a sharp pain shot through her body. she had been seated on the couch, excitingly watching kylian play when suddenly all she could focus on was the feeling of agony that spread through her body. she tries to ignore it but it’s stronger than her. her hands immediately go down to hold her bump as she leans forward, pain rushing through her entire body and making it impossible to think. her mind is consumed with the feeling of crucifying agony and she can’t think of anything else.

as quick as it comes, it subsided again and she takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure— before it starts all over again. her first thoughts are that she’s experiencing preparation labor — the famous braxton hicks, that her doctor had warned her of and that she had been victim to during her seventh month. but this pain felt different. the match had been long forgotten as she found herself on the floor, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. her body felt weak, too heavy for her to carry to even try to sit up. the salty substance of her eyes had already started to stain the white carpet and she was able to taste her tears. her eyes travel around the room, as she looks for her phone and desperation fills her as she sees it on the other side of the room, charging. she tries to get up, to at least manage to crawl to it but another pain prevented her.

her eyes close, too weak to have them open as soft sobs leave her trembling lips. she’s wallowing in pain, hoping that someone will find her; that kylian will come home soon. she had always been afraid of giving birth in bad conditions, especially as she was early and her due date was supposed to be in two weeks. her arms wrapped around her stomach as she tried to comfort herself by whispering sweet encouragements, hoping that they would at least help her calm down a bit. but the pain did not leave her.

she doesn’t know how long she’s suffering in agonizing pain when she suddenly hears the apartment door opening and someone entering. pearls of sweat are running down her forehead as she’s compressed to the floor, her arms hugging her belly close to her. the solitude had amplified her situation, made it worse as fears had taken over her mind; the fear of having to give birth alone. and she couldn’t be mad at kylian. after all, the due date was supposed to be in two weeks and even that was much earlier than expected. she tries to ignore the pain and at least try to lift her head to see who just came in but the waves of pain that stream through her body are stronger. like electric waves rushing through her body and hitting her everywhere.

it’s his driver that gives her a bit of hope again when she hears his voice. he immediately rushed towards her, kneeling down as he took in the scene.

“i don’t… i don’t want to give birth..” she managed to croak out, pain preventing her from speaking clearly. her voice was filled with agony as small sobs left her lips. "je veux kylian.” — i want kylian

there was no hesitation, no time to panic or doubt. she was sobbing as she tried to catch her breath while he swiftly retrieved his phone to dial the emergency services. while his other hand held the phone, the other was softly stroking her back, hoping to transfer some solace to her. a bystander would have interpreted the scene in front of them completely different but right now, it comforted amara. calmed her down knowing she wasn’t going through this alone anymore.

he also called kylian but he soon realized it was of little avail, when his eyes caught the screen where the camera had just zoomed on the french striker. the feeling of desperation now seemed to have caught onto him too as he quickly grabbed amara’s phone to place another urgent call. this time to his brother who had not been selected for the match. their call was not very long, only sharing the most important details. his heart lightened a bit when he saw the sudden substitution of kylian. but the feeling of relief was as quickly gone as it came when his eyes fell on the woman next to him, who seemed to take the pain harder with every second that passed.

staying conscious started to become hard for her. she felt a bit of relief when the medics had finally arrived, instantly carrying her to bring her to the closest hospital. but he was still not there and it freaked her out. she couldn’t give birth alone. not without him. there was chaos around her, several voices as she was rushed into the hospital and yet her brain only focused on one thought: she needed him here. she had been put into a private room to not attire a lot of attention as they were aware of her identity. they had told her she would soon be ready for the next phase of this journey but she didn’t want to start it. not without him so even though her body was killing her, she held onto the pain till he would be there.

they tried to calm her down as her contractions intensified but it was to no avail. she needed him to be there and hold her hand. be her sanctuary to guide her through her fears. every reassurance that was spoken to her didn’t mean anything to her cause they weren’t whispered by his lips. she wanted him and no one else.

kylian had instantly run to the changing rooms to get his things as soon as he had been informed of the news. there was confusion at first, when he suddenly saw his number on the changing boards but the small explanation from his coach was enough to suddenly hug enrique and rush out as quickly as possible.

there was no time to care about any traffic rules. she was more important. they were what mattered now. short messages had been sent to his families to inform them of the situation before he ran into the hospital, looking to support his girlfriend during this important moment. he didn’t care whether he hadn’t parked right or how many speed limits he had crossed, all he wanted was to hold amara’s hand.

from the reception desk he had instantly been taken to her room where he rushed to her and engulfed her into a close hug. he had seen her in so many states before but this was new to him. unknown territory like each time he went to play on an adversary’s side that he had never crossed paths with. his heart hurt as he took in her appearance; her face scrunched together because of the crucifying pain, the sweat pearls that rolled down her face along with her tears and the small sobs that left her trembling lips. amara was truly in pain.

“t’es- tu est la…” she managed to croak out before another sharp flash of pain shot through her, making her scream in agony. — you’re … here

he wiped her tears from her face and pressed a soft kiss onto her cheek, able to taste the salty taste of her tears. his heart broke as he thought about all the time she must have spent here without anyone close to her and in pain. she had always been scared of facing labor alone, just the thought of it made her doubt everything but he had always been able to calm her down. promises had been exchanged when she had longed for the reassurance that no matter what came, he would always be there for her— in this moment. she would never have to go through this alone.

“je suis venu le plus vite possible,” he mumbled, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. hoping that the solace and feeling of warmth the act usually transferred would calm her down a bit. she cried again, this time though she wasn’t sure whether it was due to his presence or the pain that her body had to endure at the moment. — i came as quick as possible

he lifted their intertwined hands to meet his lips and pressed a kiss on it. “je te l’avais promis. je serai là.” — i promised you. i will be there.

she nodded, another contraction hitting her and preventing her from speaking. her body was overwhelmed with emotions; pain, fear. comfort all present in her body. a bit of solace had been found from kylian being there but the feeling disappeared when the doctor came in agan. when she announced that it was showtime and should have to push now. there was no going back, no time to have second thoughts. it was all happening in this instant now.

labor was hard. jolts of pain were shooting through her body in short periods and each time she had to push through them. she didn’t care if the entire hospital heard her screams or whether she was breaking kylian’s entire hand with the amount of force she was squeezing it. she couldn’t see anything except pain. and what her desperate even more was the fact that nothing seemed to change.

the nurses and doctors were telling her that she was doing a fantastic job but she still felt as if she hadn’t even pushed once. as if nothing had changed. no matter how much she pressed.

“you’re doing so well ma belle,” kylian encouraged her as another of her screams pierced through the room. “you’re so close.”

“why doesn’t it feel like this?” she yelled out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. she was hot, her forehead was sweaty and her body felt weak. she couldn’t push anymore.

“miss, you’re nearly done. we can already see the head,” their doctor tried to motivate her. “we just need two more big pushes.”

her surroundings drowned out as she gathered all the strength that was left in her body to push. everything around her became blurry, colors, shapes, persons. her mind was too tired to make her sight clear and she had no energy left anymore to try to focus.

“we need one last push,” they called out to her as she nearly broke down on the bed.

“i’m tired, ky,” she cried tiredly. her eyes barely open. she looked desperately at him. “it hurts so much. i can’t do it anymore. i just want this to be over but it hurts so much,” her sobs left her body and his heart ached as he listened to her.

“t’es la femme la plus courageuse que je connais. et je vais pas te mentir, je ne sais pas dans quelle douleur tu es. mais je sais que tu es la seule à pouvoir le faire. bientôt on aura notre bébé dans le main. one last push and it’s over, okay?” their eyes mirrored every emotion present in the room. the fatigue but also the exhaustion. pain but also love: there was everything. — you’re the strongest woman i know. and i won't lie to you, i don’t know what the pain you’re in feels like. but i know you’re the only one who can do it. soon we’ll have our baby in our hands.

amara nodded as she took a deep breath to push again. she’s clutching kylian’s hand with every last remaining strength as he continues to encourage her. the pain she’s feeling now was much higher than what she experienced the last five hours. suddenly she feels everything. as if her senses have been amplified. there was a sharp pain accompanied by an agonizing scream and suddenly there's a new voice in the room.

she’s asked to hold her arms out as kylian’s eyes fill with tears and all of sudden she’s holding her baby. their little girl. the joy of their life they’ve been dying to meet.

her eyes are filled with tears as the realization hit her. all the pain is suddenly forgotten, as if it never existed. now her body’s only consumed with happiness. she’s crying hysterically as her baby continues to let out cries. the sign of life. that everything was going well. she didn’t need to look at him to know that he was crying as well.

every of her muscles is feeling exhausted when they take their new child away to do its first medical care. kylian himself wasn’t one to often feel very emotional but when he had been asked to cut the chord that had connected amara and their bundle of joy for nine months. she’s finally here and he suddenly understood the feeling of surrealism that amara had told him about.

after the first checks had been done, their daughter had been placed into her arms again. and somehow she must have had still some liquid in her body as her eyes began to water again when she truly held her daughter for the first time.

“she doesn’t seem like a faith,” amara whispered, holding her daughter who was covered in a soft, fluffy, pink blanket. she had opened her eyes for the first time and again, a few years left her eyes when she stared into her daughter’s beautiful eyes. they had her eye shape but all she saw looking into them was kylian. she had inherited her father’s eyes. the fact that she could reference to kylian as dad now spread a new kind of warmth through her body.

“no. it kinda feels wrong,” he agreed. as he gently trailed a finger over her delicate face, he couldn’t help but fall more in love with the woman in front of him. he had always known that he would always love her, no matter in which reality they found themselves. and he had fallen in love with every one of her versions. and now he found himself falling for her new role. he had fallen deeply for amara in her role as mom. he couldn’t believe he had ever doubted. she was perfect. “what was the second name we chose again?”

“are you talking about anaïs?”

kylian’s smile grew bigger as he continued to stare at his daughter. he had learned the meaning of infinite love with amara but the term of unconditional love. it was this small human that taught him what it meant. what people were talking about when they talked about loving someone unconditionally. “yeah. i think she looks more like an anaïs.”

and looking at her, amara understood. she had stopped crying and was looking at her, as if she was taking in her new surroundings. she had been removed from the safe comfort of her mother’s womb and had now to get used to the outside. “anaïs-ada mbappe. welcome into the world.”

she pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before turning to look at kylian and both smiled. they had done it.

“t’es prête papa?” she asked him teasingly and motioned for him to step closer. “take off your shirt. it’s your time now.” — are you ready papa

she was tired. exhausted. there was fatigue written all over her face and yet her face still wore a smile as she watched kylian take off his shirt to have his first skin-to-skin with their daughter. he gently took anaïs out of her hands and sat down on the bed next to her.

he had her cradled against his chest, the warmth of his chest spreading was a connection between them. an expression of love sacred to only them. their phones were vibrating but they ignored it. only their little family mattered now. “salut ma princesse,” he whispered to her softly as she wrapped her hand around his finger. “moi, je suis ton papa. et je t’aime tellement.” — hello my princess. i’m your dad. and i love so much.

their tiny miracle was held in his warm embrace as time around them seemed to pause. no one else existed in their bubble that shielded them from reality going on outside. it was only them. and somehow, as they held their daughter in their hands, the idea of parenthood didn’t seem so scary anymore. amara fell happily asleep, knowing that they were going to do this chapter together.

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it was their first day at home. and with the first day also came the first night and the first cries.

it still felt so unreal to them how they had left their home as two and had come back with another person. their family addition that represented the proof of their love. putting her down for the first time in her room filled the air with a warm atmosphere. there was so much love around them as she placed anaïs in her bed after putting her to sleep. a small light of the nightlight they had bought cast a yellowish glow around the room, revealing a few of the fine details they had put into the room. their eyes did not leave their daughter, they were too much in awe of what they had created.

she’s woken up by anaïs’ soft cries in the night. a quick glance at the small clock next to the bed told her it was just one in the morning. she’s tired and every bone is begging her to stay in bed but her motherly intuition prevents her. turning, she saw kylian still sleeping profoundly next to her as she gets up to calm down their daughter.

“you’re hungry, aren’t you,” she asked her daughter in a gentle tone as she picked the small baby up and sat down with her on an armchair next to the crib. she thanked kylian’s brilliance for having had the idea of installing one next to the crib. “ça va, maman est là. maman va s’occuper de toi,” she soothed anaïs’ cries as she got ready to feed the little human in her arms. — it’s okay, mummy here. mummy is gonna take care of you

just as she had predicted, hunger had been the cause for her awakening as she watched anais latch onto her breasts, hands grabbing onto each side. her cries quickly subsided as the little girl got fed while amara tenderly stroked her cheek. she waited for a bit longer after making sure anais had burped and rocked her little princess back to sleep before joining her own bed again. she couldn’t even find it in herself to be mad at the way kylian was sleeping so profoundly, as if he hadn’t heard her cries. it was her first time experiencing motherly intuition and tending to her responsibilities. she placed a soft peck on his forehead before falling asleep again, her mind drifting away before she had even truly placed down her head on the pillow.

the second time anais woke up, it was kylian who tended to her needs. amara stirred, ready to get up but the french striker tells her to go back to sleep. that she was already exhausted enough and her body needed some rest. after changing her diaper, he instantly took off his shirt before picking up his daughter and putting her close to his chest. immediately her cries stopped when she felt her father’s warmth and comfort as his fingers gently brushed against her head. they stood in the same position for the next thirty minutes before anais fell asleep again, their small bond blossoming through moments like this. amara’s still heavily asleep when he slips back into bed again, wrapping his arm around her waist to find sleep again.

but his sleep didn't last for very long before they heard her cries again. this time though they had managed to find three more hours to sleep with the clock indicating that it was already eight in the morning. amara was about to get up to look after their daughter when kylian grabbed her hand, motioning for her to stay in bed.

“you went last time,” amara muttered tiredly, already looking for her slippers but kylian shook his head.

“go back to sleep cherie,” he interjected, putting a shirt on. “you need it more than me.”

“your holidays are over tomorrow. if anyone needs sleep it’s you.”

he shrugged, standing up and ready to go look after anais. “and you just gave birth a week ago. repose toi un peu,” he convinced her and she nodded, knowing it was useless to argue with him. she gave him a last kiss before closing her eyes again, fatigue instantly taking over. she didn’t know what had been the matter this time but since her cries quickly stopped at the sight of her father, she knew he had everything under control, her instincts could relax as she slept a bit more. — get some rest

she woke up to an empty bed the next morning. it’s the feeling of coldness next to her that managed to bring her out of her sleep even though she was still tired. she knows that kylian must be around somewhere with anaïs but she enjoyed staying in bed for the first time since she gave birth. regain all her forces.

there was an instant smile on her face when she saw her daughter in kylian’s hands while walking out their bedroom. her heart grew twice its size when spotted them on the sofa with kylian talking to her and anaïs having her eyes wide open. as if she was understanding or at least trying to follow what her father was telling her.

“regarde qui s’est réveillée,” he said softly to his daughter, noticing amara’s presence. “tu as vu maman?” — look who woke up

— did you see mummy?

“vous êtes trop beau ensemble,” she greeted him with a kiss as she sat down next to him and reached for their daughter. anaïs calmly got comfortable in her mother’s arms, not making much of a fuss as she got ready to eat. — you’re too beautiful together

she had a fond smile adorning her lips, looking at her daughter. this tiny human being that changed their lives around. even though she was only a week old, they could already recognize that she was her father’s photocopy. that she would be his except for the shape of her eyes. the one thing anaïs had inherited from her.

“t’es la femme la plus forte que je connais. je ne sais pas comment t’as fait. comment tu fais…,” he told her completely in awe which made amara chuckle. — you’re the strongest woman i know. i don’t know how you did it, how you do it

“et toi tu es l’homme le plus beau, magnifique de toute cette terre. no one i would rather have than you as the father of my baby. — you’re the most beautiful, amazing man on this earth

“she makes everything better,” kylian chuckled as he got up to prepare breakfast for them.

amara nodded, softly cradling her daughter while she breastfed her. her small little hands were placed firmly (as firm as they could be for a one week old) as she drank the breast milk.

“weird how i’m ready to go to war for someone i’ve practically known a week. and yet she’s the answer to everything.”

he understood that feeling better than anyone. if the world turned around him before, now his world turned around her. he was ready climb mountains, cross jungles or put the world on fire if it was necessary for his daughter’s happiness. he would do anything for her. “i love you two more than anything.”

his eyes held that famous sparkle as he spoke and amara leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. in the span of a week their lives had changed and they had been thrown into the world of parenthood. the one thing no matter how much one studied, there was never the perfect preparation. one would never know how parenthood actually worked out till they were parents. it was a new path to life.

amara and kylian had each other to overcome the hills and rocks that may have been put onto their way. anaïs was the confirmation of what they had always been. a family. their bubble was finished and perfect now. they had everything they needed.

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Send That Picture Promise I'm A Keep It | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: Fluff, sexting, masturbation (m.)

Summary: What’s it like texting when your husband is a really busy athlete? 

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been trying to finish up all my old requests before I get to the new ones. I was actually supposed to post this May 5th, and its now June, oops. I’ve seen all your prompts for the new Kylian smut, and I love all your ideas. I’ll try my best to get them done because for once I have nothing to this summer except find a job, lmao. I swear having a job ready for when you graduate is not easy at all. Uni should’ve prepared us better for the post-grad life. Anyways, as always don’t forget to like, comment, and repost! Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

Kylian: bébé 

Kylian: bébééé

Kylian: bééébééé

Kylian: béééébéééééééééé

Kylian: Arrête de m’ignorer 😢 (stop ignoring me)

Kylian: jte veux  (i want you)

Kylian: j besoins de toi (i need you)

Kylian: envoie t seins (send your tits)

The incessant buzzing of your phone that was conveniently located in your back pocket was proving to bea major distraction as you were trying your best to follow what your boss was trying to say. You knew who it was without even having to look, the culprit - a certain brown-eyed professional athlete who was called away on international duty. 

While you wished you could be there to cheer him on as France played against Gibraltar in Faro, you were unfortunately tied up at work as you had to deal with an important client. As a divorce lawyer, you were constantly surprised to learn just how selfish and idiotic some people could be. You’d think a firefighter would be too busy trying to save people to have two mistress with three children each. Alas, humanity never failed to disappoint. To add fuel to the fire, this particular client absolutely refused to comprise on anything and insisted that he still loved his wife despite being a piece of shit.

Seeing all these cases, you were grateful that Kylian wasn't like that. To be honest, in the beginning of your relationship, you were very self-conscious as footballers were known to be cheaters. A few people (who were no longer in your life) warned you that your husband would inevitably turn out like most people in his profession and leave you for a model. Kylian, on the other hand,  turned out to be nothing like that. He was consistently loving, truthful, and patient with you. The media's attempts to tear your relationship apart still pained you deeply, especially the heartbroken look in Kylian's eyes as you shouted at him, accusing him without even giving him a chance to explain.

But returning to the present, your boss finally released you from the conversation as her secretary reminded her that her husband was waiting on the line. Your boss, an intimidating woman whom you respected greatly, was the only one who hired you straight after graduation, despite most law firms turning you away. You suspected they viewed you as nothing more than a trophy wife destined to retire after having a few kids. Céleste Beauregard was the only one who gave you a chance, and for that you would be eternally grateful.

Walking back to your desk, you pull out your phone and look at the messages Kylian send you. Letting out a snort at his antics, you reply.

You: t’a pas un match à jouer toi?  (don’t you have a match to play?)

Kylian: c koi le rapport bb??    (what’s the correlation baby??)

You: tu c ke chui au travail kyky  (you know I’m at work kyky)

Kylian: allez bb juste une photo 🥺 (cmon baby its just one picture)

You: ds t rêve (in your dreams)

Kylian: fais pas ca (don’t do this)

Kylian: arrête de faire ta difficile (stop being so difficult)

You: t un gros pervert Mbappé 🤢 (you’re a big pervert Mbappé)

You: j d’autres choses à faire ds la vie ke de t’envoyer d pics de mes seins              franchement  (I have better things to do than send you pics of my tits seriously)

You: t’a pas déjà d pics? (don’t you already have some?)

Kylian: j’en veux d fresh svp (I need new ones pls)

You: tu m’énerve (you’re annoying)

In moments like these, you couldn't help but appreciate having a private office with tinted glass. Glancing around cautiously to ensure no one was present, you carefully unbuttoned your dress shirt, unveiling a seductive, lacy red push-up bra. With one hand, you delicately squeezed your breasts together, your cheeks flushed crimson as you quickly snap a picture and send it to him. 

Buttoning your shirt, you feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation, as you nervously bit your lip, holding your breath as you observed the three blinking dots in your message thread. You couldn't help but giggle at doing something so risky at your workplace.

Kylian: putain bb chui bandé 🤤 (fuck bb i’m hard) 

Kylian: si tt là ça serait parti en branlette espagnole 😏 (if you were here I would’ve fucked your tits)

You: t dégeulasse 🙄 (youre disgusting)

Kylian: tu m’aimes pareille ❤️ (you love me tho)

You: vrm pas  (not really)

You: envoie moi t seins toi (you send me your tits)

Kylian: jpeux tenvoyer qq chose de mieux 😘 (i’ll send you something better)

Your heart raced with anticipation, a symphony of palpitations echoing in your chest, as you waited impatiently for your husband to send you a picture of himself.

As the picture popped up, you felt liquid heat pool in your panties as your breathing deepened looking at the nude Kylian had sent you. 

The dim lights showed his hand wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. Your gaze was fixated on the engorged head of his member, a vibrant hue of crimson, as a drop of precum bubbled on top. You could feel yourself throbbing as you feasted on the photo. Waves of pleasure surged through your core, causing your body to pulse with an insatiable hunger.

You: merde kyky ta pas le droit de m’envoyer sa quand tu c ke jpeux rien   faire (shit kyky you can’t just send me this when you know i cant do anything about it)

Kylian: enjoy bb 😘

You: ??

You looked at his message confused, not really sure what he meant. A few minutes later, he sends you a video that ignited a blush so intense it flushed the very roots of your hair.

In the video, he moved with tantalizing slowness, his strong, veiny arms caressing his length with deliberate, seductive strokes. Each movement of his arm drove your senses ablaze. The air around you thickened with the sound of his sinful moans, weaving a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down your spine.

Your eyes were fixated on the mesmerizing sight, unable to tear themselves away from the erotic scene playing on your small screen. Your breath hitched as he swiped a bead of precum, his fingers glistening with the essence of his desire. 

It was when a primal groan escaped his soft, pink lips with the sound of your name on the tip of his tongue that sent a blast of ecstasy through your body, electrifying every nerve ending with longing.

Unable to contain the building heat within you, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, seeking relief from the persistent throbbing that radiated from your slick core. 

The video was two minutes long, and you were burning up so fast. As you continued to watch the captivating video, your senses became heightened, every nuance and detail etching itself into your memory. The sheer eroticism of the scene, the raw sensuality exuding from his every movement, unleashed a whirlwind of desire within you.

With every gasp and moan that escaped his lips, you felt the reverberations deep within your core. His sinful utterance of your name was like a symphony of passion, intertwining with the symphony of your racing heart. 

As his fingers swept across his velvety skin, spreading the intoxicating precum, the ache between your thighs intensified. The throbbing in your core demanded attention, aching for release. The tension built, and with every second, you grew closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

It was almost a bittersweet torment, because as much as the video set aflame your desire for him, it also intensified the ache of longing for his physical presence. With a final, lingering stroke, the video came to an end, leaving you breathless and craving more. 

You: t vrm cruel kyky (you’re so cruel kyky)

Kylian: 😘😘 mmmhhh jte vois samedi? (mmmhhh see you saturday?)

You: non, viens mtn 🥺  (no, come now)

You: jte veux trop (i need you too much)

Kylian: hahah, tu c ke jpp princesse (hahah you know i can't princess)

Kylian: mais jvai marquer un but pour toi bb (but i’ll score a goal for you bb)

You: t mieux ❤️ 🙄 (you better)

You: jtm booboo ❤️ (ily booboo)

Kylian: jtm fort mon coeur ❤️ (ily so much my heart)

You: tu veux que je t’amène qq chose bb? Je c ke tu vas rester à l'hôtel avant le match au stade (do you want me to bring you something bb? I know you’re staying at a hotel before game at the stadium?)

Kylian: ouii, t seins 🤤 (yess, your boobs)

You: ugh bye 🙄

Your playful exasperation was evident as you bid farewell to the teasing suggestion. The exchange left a lingering sense of anticipation and passion in the air, as you both were eagerly waiting to see each other again. The thought of being in his arms, of holding him and kissing him, made you long for him so bad. Looking at the time, you quickly packed your stuff and rushed home, excited to be with him.

[lfcslut]

trust

pairing: kylian mbappe x reader

summary: it's 2am. kylian is calling and calling but you aren't picking up. he lets his anxiety get the better of him. based on this request.

words: 1.6k

warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol

author's note: this was so fun to write! i love writing kylian so much. hope you all enjoy :)

"Mon amour, where are you? Call me back. I'm worried."

This was perhaps the twelfth voicemail Kylian had left you that night. It was well past 2AM. You had gone out to celebrate the end of finals with some of your friends. Kylian had encouraged you to go, knowing how hard you had worked this semester. He knew and loved all of your friends from school, and there had never been any reason for him to not trust you. You had told Kylian that you would be home by midnight and to not wait up for you. Well, midnight had turned into 1AM, which had turned into 2AM, and you were nowhere to be found. You weren't answering his text messages and your calls were going straight to voicemail.

"Dammit," Kylian muttered to himself when his thirteenth call went to voicemail. He told himself not to panic. Your phone was always dying while you were out, no matter how many times Kylian told you to make sure it was fully charged before leaving the house. Yet, as the minutes ticked on, and Kylian lay wide awake in bed, unable to fall asleep without you next to him, the what ifs and worst case scenarios crept into his mind. What if you had gotten into an accident on your way home? What if you had been kidnapped by a stranger at the club? What if you had taken this opportunity to leave him for someone else? Kylian was not typically the anxious type, but he felt his muscles tense up and his heart start to beat faster as his mind ran through all of the possibilities.

Punctuality had never been your strong suit, he thought to himself. Soon after the two of you started dating, he learned that if you told him you would be there at a certain time, you actually meant that you would be there about thirty minutes after that. He had affectionally started teasing that you had your own standard time. You were always in your own timezone, in your own world, playing by your own rules.

Tonight was different, though. Even on your worst days, you had never been more than two hours late without at least a phone call. He thought about going out and looking for you, but he realized that you hadn't even told him which club you were going to. He could drive around Paris, scouring the streets for you, calling out your name like you were a lost pet - maybe even putting up missing signs (Have you seen this girl? Report all sightings by calling this number. Do not run after her - she doesn't like to be chased. Trust me, I would know) - but he knew it would be useless. Kylian finally sat up in bed and decided to call some of your friends who he knew you had gone out with. No answer. The lump in his throat grew ten times bigger. What if you weren't where you said you would be? This thought had never, ever crossed his mind before. Trust was such an important part of your relationship that it had never come into question in the four years you had been together. He never had any reason not to fully trust you, and he knew you felt the same about him. But in the wee hours of the morning, the insecurities Kylian never knew he had came crawling out into the open.

3:43. That was the time on the bedside clock when Kylian heard the security system go off downstairs. He heard you fumble as you struggled to remember the code to turn the alarm off. His exhaustion had finally gotten the best of him and he had dozed off a few minutes ago. He heard the stair boards creak as someone walked up the stairs. Was it finally you?

"Kyky!"

He knew instantly that you were drunk. Your words were slurred and you were stumbling around in the dark, barely able to keep your own body upright. Kylian hurriedly stood up, worried that you would fall, and helped you to your side of the bed. As soon as you sat down, you wrapped your arms around him.

"Baaaaby, I missed you 'smuch," you said, as you placed sloppy kisses all over him. Your breath smelling of vodka and cigarettes.

"Y/N, stop," Kylian said, pulling away from you. You looked up at him, surprised by his sudden coldness. "Where were you? I've been calling you like crazy."

"'m sorry, my phone died."

Kylian stood up from the bed and started pacing the bedroom, arms folded across his chest. His eyes were tracking the floor.

"I even called your friends and no one answered! Do you know how fucking worried I was?"

The harshness in his tone made you sober up quickly. "Ky, I'm so sorry, we were all drunk out of our minds."

"You said you would be back by midnight, it's almost fucking four am!" He raised his voice at you, which made you flinch.

"I said I was sorry!"

"Who were you with? You smell like cigarettes and I know you don't smoke." Kylian was standing dead in his tracks now. You didn't recognize the look in his eyes - a mixture of sheer exhaustion and absolute rage.

"People around me in the club were smoking."

"Bullshit. Who is he?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to what he was talking about. "What?"

"I said, who is he? What's his name?"

"Ky, you're being insane right now."

"I never thought you would hurt me like this, Y/N. I thought we were going to get married, I thought it was going to be us until the end."

"Ky, stop it! Do you really think I would cheat on you?"

"I don't know, where were you? Why are you four hours late and drunk out of your mind?"

You stared at him for a minute. You couldn't believe he was being serious right now. Yes, you were late and probably should have called, but you didn't think that your actions had warranted this kind of a response. You hesitated, half wondering if you should just leave and spend the night with a friend, before finally taking out your phone and plugging it into the charger.

"What are you doing?"

You didn't answer for a moment, sitting down on the bed and facing away from him. You couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. "Showing you proof," you said quietly. "Something I never thought I would have to do."

The two of you sat in silence, backs facing away from each other, for a moment while your phone began to start up again. After a minute, you pulled up your camera roll and tossed your phone towards Kylian, not even bothering to look at him. Kylian picked up the phone and began scrolling through all of the countless photos that you and your friends had taken that night. There were videos of you taking shots, photos of you posing in the bathroom with your girlfriends, clips of all of you dancing together, not a single man in sight.

"Oh," was all Kylian could say as he stared down at the phone, shame swelling up inside of him as he realized just how wrong he was.

"Happy now?"

"Cherie, I'm sorry."

"Forget it. I thought we were never going to do this, Kylian. I thought that no matter what happened, we were going to at the very least always trust each other." You stood up, almost completely sober by this point. "Now we don't even have that." You walked towards the bathroom, taking off your dress as you did so. Kylian followed behind you.

"I'm so, so sorry. I never should have said those things. I was just so worried."

"Yeah, and I know I should have called, but that doesn't give you the right to accuse me of cheating." You were standing in front of the mirror in your underwear while Kylian was behind you. You refused to look at him, instead searching around for your makeup wipes, hoping that Kylian wouldn't notice the wetness that had begun to form in your eyes.

"Please," Kylian pleaded, his voice cracking softly as he came up behind you and put his arms around your waist. "Forgive me, amour. I don't know what got into me. It'll never happen again."

To your surprise, you didn't push him away, though you continued to refuse to meet eyes, focusing instead on removing your makeup. "I would never in a million years accuse you of cheating on me."

"I know, baby, I know." Kylian kissed you on the cheek from behind. He wiped away the single tear that was falling from your eye. "No crying, princesse, please."

The two of you stood there for a few moments as Kylian rested his head on your shoulder, arms still wrapped around your waist, and you continued to remove your makeup. Your silence conveyed more than you could say in that moment - mostly, it said, I accept your apology.

After you had brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas, Kylian helped you into bed and tucked you in like he normally did every night, planting a kiss on both of your cheeks. He then got into bed himself and took you into his arms. "I love you so much, princesse."

"I love you too, Ky," you whispered back to him.

"Sweet dreams, amour."

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Girlfriend Shenanigans

Request: Kylian getting hypnotized by his girlfriend

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One thing the world does not know is that Kylian Mbappe likes to pull pranks. He does not participate in the pranks that demean or ostracize people. Kylian likes the harmless "fall on your ass" pranks that everyone, including the pranked, gets a kick out of. Out of the entire pool, Kylian's favorite victim is you. He loves to pop out of corners to scare you. There was one time Kylian put a crap tone of salt in a ladle and "tasted" the soup you were making. He told you how salty the broth is and even made you try it. Kylian just stood back and watched you "fix" the meal which led to you over-seasoning the batch of soup. Jokes on Kylian because you made him finish the entire pot in a week's time.

Pulling these jokes is one of Kylian's ways to decompress so you put up with it. It is not like he pranks you on a daily basis, maybe weekly or bi-weekly. Plus, his pranks are harmless. You overreacting to them would just put the both of you in a sour mood. So, being the good girlfriend you are, you play along. It is not like you do not pull your own pranks. You rarely do them which adds to the element of surprise. You have to be careful though or else you will set off a prank war. God knows how that will turn out.

You saw a video on your social media about a girl "hypnotizing" her boyfriend to stop a habit of his. The girl looked surprised that it worked and even did a week check-in, but you strongly believe it is all for the views. But it could not hurt to try. It might be fun in fact. Stupid but fun and who does not like stupid but fun?

"You want to what? Hypnotize me?" Kylian must have misunderstood or else he would have to get his ears checked out. Where the hell did you even get this idea from?

"Tik-Tok."

Kylian rolls his eyes at your response. Of course, it would be the cursed social media app. He only really uses social media to promote his sponsorships, games, or himself. Other than those, Kylian rarely uses social media. He asks you if you really want to try it out, and you vehemently nod your head. Sighing to himself, Kylian gives you permission to "hypnotize" him.

You scramble around the place as you try to find everything you need. You squeal as you sit back on the couch with your supplies in clutch. Following the girl in the video, you try your best to hypnotize your boyfriend to stop pulling his pranks or at least minimize them.

"Three. Two. One." You snap your fingers, making Kylian open his brown eyes. He looks at you in what seems to be confusion before smirking and pinning you down on the couch's cushions. His digits start digging and dancing on your sides without hesitation.

"Tu pensais vraiment que cette merde fonctionnerait ?" Kylian continues to ruthlessly tickle you with no mercy. You try your best to squirm away and fight him off but it is no use. Kylian has you straddled and he is heavier than you. Did you really think this shit would work?

When Kylian lets you go he starts to regret his decision. If he had played along, then he could really have pranked you when you thought it was over. Damn...Kylian really let the ultimate prank go to waste.