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latin5mamii · 2 months ago

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competition

warnings: cuteness (my heart literally melt)

genre:fluff; kylianxfem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

The man can only take so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kylianspinkyring · 2 years ago

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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.

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spidybaby · 2 years ago

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Not Important

Summary: You get jealous at the new PSG intern and how much she's trying to get the attention of your boyfriend but he makes sure you know he's all yours. warning: slight cursing.

"Can you turn your phone off, please?" You asked for the third time in a row.

His phone has been blowing up with notifications since early. It's kind of tiring at this point for you. He was getting ready for his day, having a long training day before an important match.

"Let me just finish this," he says as he continues spreading the sunblock into his face.

Just when you were going to drift back into sleep, you heard another notification sound that took you out of your peace. Annoyed and angry at the sound, you decide to wake up and take matter into your own hands.

"Who's even texting you this early?" You ask as you lift yourself from the bed you reach over his side of the bed looking for the device. "Is Genevieve" You say to him.

"What?" is all he can ask as he exits the bathroom, ready to start his day.

You show the phone for him to see the text himself. Taking the phone from your hands and reading all his texts from Genevieve.

She's a new intern at PSG, Kylian told you that the same day he asked you to pick him up for training, introducing you to her. She was a nineteen year old who's in charge of helping the captain get things together, and since Kylian was the captain, while Marquinhos is recovering from an injury, she was the one helping him.

"She's saying Galtier wants to see me before training," he says while texting something back to her.

"And can't she wait for you to get there?" You walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth and start your morning routine since you already lost the little sleepiness in you.

You can hear Kylian laughing at your annoyed self. Knowing very well you're not the best morning person.

Finishing with your small routine of brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walk out ready to greet your boyfriend.

Hugging him from behind and kissing his neck is a little way to say "Don't go yet" hugging him tighter and kissing his shoulders was an invitation for him to stay and help you get a better morning start.

Turning around to face you and grabbing your face into his hands is a way for Kylian to let you know he's ready to accept that invitation, knowing very well he has enough time for it.

He kisses you while his hands get down from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you into him while he walks you to the bed.

Falling into it, he starts kissing your neck and finding that spot he knows it's your weakness. You can help but moan at the sensation, your hands finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. You throw it somewhere on the floor.

He pulls your -his- t-shirt, leaving you only with your underwear. "Tu es magnifique." He kisses the valley of your breasts while his hands touch the rest of you.

You moan his name, which is the only thing you can say. For him hearing your sounds is all the motivation he needs, the pride he feels, knowing he is the only one who can make you feel that way.

Pulling him up, you kiss him in a desperate way, needing to feel him close. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Deepening the kiss, you can feel his hands roaming around your body but not close to where you need him.

Your hands travel from his shoulders to his lower back, and just as you're about to pull down the remaining clothes, you hear his ringtone fill the room.

Scrunching your eyes at the sound, you pull a little but enough. "Don't. Forget about it. " You go back to the kiss feeling Kylian smile into it. The sound stops, and you can fully concentrate again into the way he's making you feel.

His hands find your underwear and lifting himself he looks at you for confirmation, action that you can't seem to get used to. Not even after all the time you two have been together, he stops asking for confirmation, always making sure you're comfortable.

You nod at him, putting your weight into your elbows to get a better view of him doing that, his hands pulling the piece of clothe that's working as a barrier from his main focus, throwing it around he kiss you again. You move your hands to his boner patting it, making Kylian moan into the kiss.

Again, your actions are interrupted by the sound of his phone, another call.

Grabbing his cheeks as a way for him not to get distracted with the sound of his ringtone. Kylian choke a chuckle. Your desperation to continue is adorable to him.

"Ky, non," you say as he stretches himself to get the phone. Turning your head to see the id caller, you see her name, "This has to be a joke." You try to reach for his phone, but he is quicker than you.

He shush you as he answers the call "Bonjour Genvieve." You can't hear what she's saying to him. Wanting to return to your activity "Tu as trois secondes pour raccrocher ce téléphone." (You have three seconds to hang up the phone), you whisper to him.

Kylian kisses you quickly as he continues the call. "Oui, ne t'en fais pas, je vais y être." (Yes, don't worry, I'll be there) he says and hangs up the phone.

"I'm sorry, chérie, but I have to go. " He lifts himself, and you whine at the loss of contact.

"C'est définitivement un bon matin." (This is definitely a good moring) you sarcasticly say as you search for the t-shirt you had on before. "Why can't she wait till you're there to bother you?" Pouting mad at the situation.

"She's just doing her job, chérie" he's trying to fix the situation on his pants. You put your underwear back and find his shirt. "Here," you say as you hand him the garment without looking at him.

"Chérie, don't be mad. Galtier is the one bothering her about me getting there early. " You can't help but roll your eyes at his explanation.

He finish putting himself together again and pull you closer in a hug "I promise I'll make it up to you as soon as I get back" he kiss your cheeks and hug you tightly "Je t'aime, mon amour".

You smile at him, knowing is not his fault. "Je t'aime, Ky." Kissing him was a way for him to know you're not mad at him. "Now go, because if I heard your phone go off again, I'll break it." You push him to the door after another kiss.

The day goes quickly to an end as you find yourself occupied doing some work. As you review your coworker job, you hear your phone. Taking a look at it, you notice Kylian calling you.

"Hi amour," you say happily as you answer the call.

"Oh, hi y/n." You stop reading the paper and turn your full attention at the phone. "Who is this?" You ask frowning.

"amm. It's Genevieve. " You stare for a while at the phone, not believing what you just hear. "Hello? are you there?" she asks as you stay silent for a while.

"Yes, is everything okay with Kylian?" you get worried "Yes, he ask me to call you and ask you to pick him up, please" she says in a monotone voice "Okay, I'll be there" hanging up the phone after that few words, you didn't meant to be rude to her but you can't also denied you're a little taken aback that Kylian asked her to call you.

Grabbing your stuff and keys, you exit your home. The drive was quick as you didn't live that far from there.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up Kylian" you show the guard your all access pass, a little something Kylian left in your car - and every single one of his own cars - for you to be able to access the practice field.

The guard opens the gate for you, and you thank him with a smile.

Practice wasn't over for another twenty minutes, you decide to see the last minutes of practice. Grabbing your phone, you got out of your car and walked inside the center.

You find your way into the field and sit yourself in one of the benches.

Kylian spots you and waves at you smiling, and you do the same to him.

The time goes quickly as you watch the team finish the training match.

Kylian is walking in your direction when somebody intercepts him, grabbing him by the arm. Thinking is one of the boys you make your way over to him.

Finding out little miss Genevieve with a bunch of paperwork, making him sign something. She's caressing his shoulders while he signs the pile of paper.

You're not a jealous person.

But seeing her touching him the way she did and him not saying anything move something in you. However, you didn't say anything, not wanting to create a scene.

You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, shaking you a little bit.

"Hey, kiddo," Sergio says as he turns you around and gives you a hug. "It's been a while," he laughs as he gets away from you.

"Hi dad," you joke with him. Ramos and you had this inside joke where he once said you were his kid, as a way to get you inside a club, you were barely staring a relationship with Kylian, and the security at the club didn't believe you when you told them you where there with the PSG team so Sergio, a little drunk, got sent to help you, saying that making the security roll their eyes, knowing damn well that Sergio Ramos didn't have a teenage child, let alone a daughter. But that actually got you in and know it was an inside joke between the two of you. "How is mom?" Pilar and you had an amazing relationship. She was super nice with you, and you love her a lot.

"She's doing great, missing you, the kids too"

"we need to plan a dinner together"

Sergio turns his attention to Kylian, who was still signing whatever thing the intern girl handed him. He could ignore the way this girl had his hands on him, the same way you noticed that as soon as you got close to him.

"Hey blondie," he says, getting Genevieve attention. "Grab me a water, please," you smile at Sergio's action, knowing he's doing that to help you. "Kylian, hurry up"

Genevieve let go of Kylian and nodded at Sergio, making her way inside the center to get what he asked for.

Kylian finishes with the papers and turns to both Sergio and you smiling.

"Amour," he says, getting close to you and kissing you. "Let's go"

The three of you exit the field, and Kylian asked you to wait for him to get his things, not wanting to spend anymore time away from you.

"Hey, where is Ramos?" Your attention goes to the blonde carrying two bottles of water. You only shrug and turn your attention back to your phone. She groans and turns around, leaving you alone.

After a few minutes Kylian exit the locker room "let's go home, amour" he says looking at you with his hand out for you to take "and don't worry, my phone will be turn off for the rest of the day" he's all smiles today you thought as you grab his hand ready to go home, knowing he'll keep his promise and make up to you for this morning.

You're running into your apartment building, already late for the date you and Kylian have been planning for a while. Texting Kylian that you'll be with him as soon as possible. Already desperate with the elevator. You walk outside to focus on your phone to care when a body colapse into yours, making the person throw the papers they are holding.

"Oh, mon Dieu. Je suis navrée" (Oh my God, I'm sorry) you say as you help collecting the papers from the floor. You're about to apologize until you look up, noticing Genevieve collecting everything. "What are you doing here?" You ask, apology long gone now.

"Don't worry, I'm fine" she sarcastically say "Kylian ask me to pick some papers from his house" the tone she's using, the way she's remarking that's "his house", the attitude and the expression on her face is making you want to punch her. "You were at my house?" You ask quickly."How the hell you got in?" The tone of your voice matches hers.

She shows you a spare key you and Kylian keep in case of emergency at the reception desk. Without hesitation, you take the key from her, too quick for her to try to stop you.

You get up and walk to your house, not caring about the remaining papers on your hand. You enter your house using the key you took from her. Throwing it next to all the other keys you have.

As you got into your shared room, you abruptly stop, the smell of her perfume catching being too obvious for you to ignore it. She got into your room and sprayed her perfume. Was she crazy? you wonder what else she did while she was there, making a mental note to check the cameras.

Not wanting to ruin the whole plan you and Kylian had, you run into the bathroom trying to be quick and not let your boyfriend wait for that long.

Thankfully, you were quick and Kylian only waited a few minutes, which he said, wasn´t that bad. The night went on amazingly, you guys were able to relax from all the crazy week you had.

"I miss your mom" you say as he finish talking about something his mom told him "we should go visit" he says drinking his wine "let's go tomorrow, I have all day cleared and you don't" your planning is interrupted by his phone.

"Sorry, Chèrie" he said as he declined the call and turned the volume of his phone down. "You were saying," he smiled at you, the action making you feel butterflies. The both of you really prioritize the little time you get as Kylian has a stretch agenda during league season.

"Let's go tomorrow," you say, taking his hands on yours "please" you say, making puppy eyes. Kylian laughs slightly at your begging, loving the relationship you and his family have.

"Yes, I'm texting Ethan to let him know about our plans." He closed the distance between the two of you. But the kiss is not long, feeling his phone vibrate on the table, you pull and grab it, not caring and him letting you doing it, about to press decline when you check the name Genevieve. You feel the same feeling you had at the training center, jealousy.

You answer the phone without even thinking twice. "Kyky, baby, finally, I need to tell you something that happened with the pap." You didn't even let her finish, baby? what the hell? "Kylian is not available, not now, not later and not tomorrow, but I can pass him the message" you try to sound normal, Kylian watching you smiling, thinking you where talking to a friend of his, you can help but feeling uncomfortable but not wanting him to know.

"Oh it's you, put Kylian on the phone" you try to not show you discomfort as you laugh pretending she say something funny "you´re so funny, so cute, I'll make sure he knows, also he's not going to be available for the rest of the night and even the weekend, goodbye" you hang up and quickly activate the "do not disturb" mode on his phone.

"Who was it?" he asked happy, not thinking anything bad "Genevieve, such a funny girl, she mentioned she was not going to be available and wanted you to know that so you don't think she's lost or something" the fake tone of your voice is undetected by him. Smiling as you returned the phone to him.

"So about tomorrow," you say, ignoring, again, the situation for the sake of the night.

Kylan and you were cuddling while watching something on tv. Well, he was watching the game while you were fighting the urge to sleep and Kylian caressing your back, and your hair was not help at all.

"allons au lit, amour" (let's go to bed) he say after turning the tv off "but is early, and we need to eat before bed" you say while rubbing your eyes.

Kylian kiss your head, helping you get up and making your way to the kitchen. "I don't want to cook" you say, hugging him. He laughs at your state. "Want some takeout?" he pulls his phone out of his pocket as he opens the delivery app "what you're feeling?" checking the app with him, you both choose a burger from a well-known restaurant and a salad to share.

While you wait, Kylian is telling you about his day, everything he did at training, about him meeting a fan. The happiness he has while talking about it makes you happy. Your talk is paused by Wilfrid, his father, calling him to know how he's doing. He walks to the shared room to find his charger. You wait for the food downstairs.

You were making some lemonade and watching a tik tok your friend send you about the drama going on with celebrities, the sound of the doorbell distracting you from your video. You were surprised at how quickly the food was delivered. When you opened the door, the last person you thought you would see was there.

The blonde girl was looking at you with an annoyed expression. The feeling was mutual, of course. "Genevieve, what?" You say not caring to be respectful enough to greet her. "What are you doing at Kylian's house?" The question itself was disrespectful, but the way she pushed you to enter was worse.

"Can you call him, I have something for him." she stood there at the entrance with a box, and you have been patient with her. But this took you out. You were mad.

"Get out," you say, pointing at the corridor. "Now Genevieve, go!" You didn't want to scream at her, even if she deserved that. "I'm not leaving, I said go get Kylian, I need to give him this." she says and points at the box she's holding with one hand.

Your patience ran out, but you only took the box from her hands, put it on the little table by the door. Genevieve looked at you confused and definitely didn't expect you to grab her by the arms and pull her outside. "Listen kid" you say once you were out of the door "You need to leave, now" your tone was serious, the look in your eyes making Genevieve rethink her actions "You need to stop bothering me, bothering him, I don't care if it's your job, because I know it's not, your job is from 9 to 5, your job is not to fuck your boss so stay in your fucking line and leave us alone. You can't come into my house and bother me as if I'm the one on your way. You're on my way, so leave now."

You let her go and got inside again, slamming the door on the way. You grab the box and took it with you to the kitchen, helping you with scissors to open it you notice the cake inside, a red, blue and white cake with a heart shape that reads "To the best boss ever". You feel nauseous as that horrible feeling is sitting on your stomach.

"Kylian, come here right now," you yell for him to hear since he was on the second floor. Thinking it was the food, he said goodbye to his father and promised to call him before practice. As he go down the stairs, he find you at the bottom of them with an angry face, thinking it was something with the food.

"What's wrong? did they mess up the order?" he says while looking at his phone. You took the phone out of his hands, and grabbing his hand, you pulled him to the kitchen. This action got him confused, still thinking it was about the food.

"Look at that," you say, pointing at the box with an angry expression. He gets closer and looks at the cake, reading what it says. He finds it a cute gesture, not really finding why you were so mad about it. "Aw c'est mignon" (Aw, that's so cute) digging his finger into the cream on top of the cake and trying it.

Your anger only grows. How can he be so calm with all of this?. "I can't, Kylian," you finally say. "I can't with this girl. She's always all over you, too handsy, too everything, and you do nothing to stop her. I can't do this anymore, if you don't put a stop on this I will and it's not going to be nice" your voice elevates a little while you express you feelings, tired of keeping them.

Kylian looks at you with widen eyes, not sure what he did wrong. "Amour, what are you talking about?" This question makes you laugh, but not a funny laugh like he's used to."Kylian, is this a joke?" You say trying not to explote.

"What? y/n why would I be joking about?" he's more confused now. Were you the one pranking him? "Amour, please explain." he tried to get close to you, but you didn't let him, lifting your hand in a stop signal. "Genevieve, she's all over you, and I don't like it. She's always calling you, and she's very disrespectful to me. " You tried to stay calm, not wanting to explote. Not wanting to fight with him.

The way his eyes open after the last words, "What do you mean she's disrespectful with you?" he's a very calm person, not a fan or arguments "She's always giving me the cold shoulder, she's always looking over me, giving me dirty looks, she's very disrespectful as when you let her pick some papers here, she entered to our room and sprayed her perfume, she also just drop this and asked me to call you as if I'm some random girl and she's the owner of this place, Kylian I don't want to be rude to her but I can't stand her and my patience run out."

Kylian knew Genevieve had a crush on him. It was obvious, but he never thought she was treating you this way, not you.

"Okay," he says and takes his phone, texting Patric, the boss of interns about this behavior. Not wanting to wait. "Okay?" You ask as you don't find that answer enough.

"Chérie, nobody is disrespecting you, and nobody is making you feel this way, so I'm dealing with this right know, let me do it, okay?" he calls Patric, you hear the conversation, he explains the situation, and Patric promises to remove her from the team, not wanting this story to repeat itself with other players of the team.

"Done" he says leaving the phone on the table and taking your hands "look chérie, I'm sorry I didn't notice this before, I thought it was some immature teenage behavior and I regret not talking that with you, you're the most important person in my life. Believe me that she's not important, never was, never will, nobody will. For me it's only you, but now" he pause to grab your face so you look at him "you miss, need to talk to me about this things, we are a team amour, we are one, and if you're not comfortable tell me, don't hide this from me. Deal?"

You kiss him, grateful for him being so smart and calm, making you always feel protected, loved, and important.

"Deal" you say, hugging him tight.

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ts1m1kas · 1 year ago

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Football Masterlist:

requests are open !!

FC BARCELONA:

Pablo Gavi:

Jealous Gavi

Gavi x Shy!Reader

Gavi Angst

Sergio's Niece

Comforting Gavi

Barcelona's Intern

Pedri Gonzales:

Jealous Pedri

REAL MADRID:

Jude Bellingham:

Childhood friends to Lovers

Real Madrid Women's

Jude Angst to fluff

Christmas Proposal

Dedicated Goal

Messi's Daughter

Gavi’s Twin Sister

Club Drama

Proposal of Business

Love in the Right Places

Protective!Jude

Fiancée and Footballer

Behind Closed Doors

Family Introductions (coming soon !)

Aurelien Tchouameni:

Quiet

PARIS SAINT GERMAIN:

Kylian Mbappe:

Jealous Kylian

BAYERN MUNICH:

Jamal Musiala:

Unjustified Anger

Brother's Best Friend

Musical Genius

Comfort

Just Colleagues

Musical Romance

Work Day Nightmare

Hidden Feelings

Lazy Day

Unprofessional Interviews

Bali Daydream

The Art of Proposing

League Celebrations

Post-Pregnancy Blues (coming soon !)

EINTRACHT FRANKFURT:

Robin Koch:

Euro Separation

Euro Separation Part 2

RB LEIPZIG:

Xavi Simons:

First Game Nerves

LIVERPOOL FOOTBALL CLUB:

Virgil Van Dijk:

Virgil Fluff

Kostas Tsimikas:

Kostas' Birthday

Photographer!Reader x Kostas

Secret Wife

Hometown Romance

Andrew Robertson:

Andrew's Injury

Milner's Matchmaking

Ultrasounds of Love

Trent Alexander-Arnold:

Trent Angst to Fluff

Trent Sickfic

Dominik Szoboszlai:

Honeymoon Stage

Blind Date

Alisson Becker:

Difficult Parents

MANCHESTER CITY FOOTBALL CLUB:

Erling Haaland:

Clingy Erling

International Break & It's consequences

Erling's busy schedule

Post Match Glory

Norwegian Mornings

MANCHESTER UNITED FOOTBALL CLUB:

Mason Mount:

Long Lost Lovers

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rebelliousneferut · 4 months ago

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— FOOTBALLERS

JUDE BELLINGHAM

private but not secret

part 2 → it's not private anymore

fan frenzy

long-distance misunderstandings

love's public debut

KYLIAN MBAPPE

love in the spotlight

the girl on the screen

— FORMULA ONE DRIVERS

LANDO NORRIS

finding you

MAX VERSTAPPEN

balancing fame and secrecy

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kalembappe · 1 year ago

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Focus | k.m. 7 (req'd) a/n: someone send jude request idc how filthy wordcount: 1855 nsfw warning! 18+...pwp, choking, dirty talk, you r switchy

“I have to-” “Shush, shh, sh.” Your voice is quiet, normally soothing, but the way your breath fans his ear makes everything feel worse. “It’s almost done, ‘kay? Just a little bit more.” You sigh, resting on the warmth under you.

You’ve been watching this documentary, something about…sports? He can’t do this right now. His whole body was tense in the couch, legs an open space for you to rest between but the curve of your ass is digging into his crotch. It’s been a week since he’s last seen you, touched you even with how he’s been swamped with work and you were both stuck between places. All he did was think of you–crave you, and now that you’re here, he can’t satiate himself since you thought it’d be a good idea to watch–His eyes open back up to meet the flat screen and see what he blanked on.

Shit, he doesn’t know if he’s cursing you or himself; the documentary is about football and he didn’t even notice. You’re 41 minutes into the film but the only thing he grasped is the title. He’s not even mad that the name of the film is; How to win the world cup, he could laugh about it maybe but you’re making it hard. For him. It’s so hard for him.

To focus, is what he means. Your hips adjust, shifting in your seat. His hands tense on your thigh, there’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing. At this point, that’s him just trying to cope; he knows the likeliness of you not knowing is high since you’re so focused, it annoys him a bit how you’re so distracted by someone who wasn’t… “Look, it’s you.” You point out with a proud smile. Maybe it’s the lighting but there’s a glint in your eyes as soon as he appears on the screen. Sometimes, you can’t make it to his games so you watch him through the TV, he knows you do since you text him before every match. And when you do watch him live, he can’t see you while he’s playing. Only now had he noticed the excitement on your fingertips when he feels your nails graze his thigh, or just how big your smile does get when someone praises him. It’s like seeing you for the first time again, maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in this light, or maybe it’s because he just misses you so, so , so much, but the urge to not fuck you into the couch right now is getting intolerable.

Your head leans back to rest on his shoulder, full weight on him, hands gripping his thigh to help you lift yourself on him. Unknowingly, your hands move closer to his crotch as they move up–a groan slips from his throat.

He doesn’t miss the small pause your body makes. He’s even worse now, cheeks heated, lips swollen from the bite of his teeth; Kylian looks up at the ceiling with silent prayers in his head while you’re sinking into him like a cushion. Surprisingly, you continue on without a care, watching as the movie unfolds before you. It’s only with the wiggle of your hips that he grabs your waist to halt your movements. He could almost feel the smirk you’re making. “I missed you.” He tries bringing your attention elsewhere. “I can tell.” There’s a smile in your tone. He stutters, “You’re- you’re horrible.” There’s a rude giggle you let out, it’s normally cute, but he’s already thinking of different ways he can get you to shut up. You chide, “How much…” His brain feels muddled when you roll your hips, unable to fully catch on the words you say. “How much do you miss me Kyky…” You repeat, voice sticky and tantalizing. His hands control the move of your hips, strong and desperate. The tingle in your stomach reverberates to your core, excitement drips on the cotton of your underwear, the nightie you're wearing hiked up to your hips, allowing you to leave a wet patch on Kylian’s sweats. He whimpers almost, “I wanna fuck you into the couch, fuck you till you can’t talk anymore.” “You can’t- You’re the one who can barely talk.” Your words nearly betray you, Kylian’s rocking into your underwear causing it to ride between the mounds of your ass, the hands that were last on your waist now groping your tits. “I’m gonna fuck you till you lose the attitude.” There’s a pause in the air where all movement had stopped. You break, turning into a mess of whines. It’s like a switch flipped when he straightens his back on the couch, sitting you both up effortlessly.

His fingers draw a line between the apex of your thighs as he tangles his legs with yours, spreading you open. You’re getting impatient as he trails closer and closer, lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck to your shoulders.

He pulls your panties to the side, flicking your clit to tease, you’re about to curse him out when you cut yourself off with a pant. His fingers are circling on your clit till it turns hard. It's too much, too quick, but he’s tenacious in his movements–consistent. If he’s like this now, you can barely imagine what he’d be like later. Your hips grind into his lap to retort, but you stop moving when your orgasm suddenly rips through you. You try closing your legs, squirming in his grip but he’s unmoving, you’re open and held to him. Exposed. He doesn’t stop rubbing, your pants turn into mewls, your body wants to grind back but also stay away. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” He pauses, a smirk gracing his lips. “I didn’t even fuck you yet.” He almost laughs at your dispair. Slowly he untangles your legs, putting you aside on the couch. There’s an ache between your legs that doesn’t seem to go away. He positions your ass up, you let him, he’s behind you now. You can move your legs yourself, maybe you can even hold yourself up on your elbows, but you don’t find it in you to try. It’s a lewd sight, your wet puffy cunt, aching and clenching at nothing. You’re a puddle when you feel the thick head of his cock prod your entrance, it’s relief and too much at the same time. Kylian groans, his palm bending your spine to arch so he can enter you at an angle, deeper. It’s messy, and rough but it’s also slow. You’re drooling on the couch, your nightie was on the floor with his discarded pants, your underwear–you didn’t even notice he’d taken your underwear off. He’s bottoming out into you and it feels like you’re struggling to breathe.

it’s as if he reads your mind when you feel his fingers grab you by the neck, halting your breath when he pulls you up. His heartbeat is on your back but you’re sure yours is rippling louder than his. You wanna say something, cough, or breathe but you can’t. The lack of air turns you into liquid threatening to slide off flat onto the surface– you can feel pressure but you don’t know if it’s in your head. Whimper stuck in your throat, your fingers tremble, tapping at Kylian’s to tell him you’re on the verge of blacking out.

“Want me to let go?” His fingers tighten on the sides of your throat, gasps replacing your futile attempts at talking. He leaves a small peck on the side of your forehead, Fine, he says dismissively.

You nearly cum when you breathe out, air filling your lungs and your rotting brain but there's a feeling in your stomach that pauses you in your tracks. The sight underneath you leaves a breathless sob to escape your lips. “Kyky, what did you–” “I let go. Didn’t you want that?” His tone is mocking the same way his hands knead the flesh of your thighs, boasting his ability to breathe with the air fanning your ear, contrast to your stuttered breathing. Kylian groans, he isn’t sure if it’s because your nails are digging into his forearm or from how tight your pussy’s clenching him. You couldn’t believe it. He choked you till he’s completely bottomed out in your stomach. He wipes the tear running down your cheek, “What? Baby thinks it’s too much?” “Mmngh-” His hand is back on your throat, pulling back till he’s completely out of you. He could feel the whine in your throat that escapes with the sudden buck of his hips. The sound of his hips meeting your bounce off the walls of the room. It’s slow and rough and nothing short of dirty.

Kylian dips his head to meet yours in a kiss. It’s sweet for the most part. His lips are soft and warm against yours, attentive and pliant. But it turns rough when he remembers where he is, he rolls his cock into you again, head brushing the spongy part deep inside you. Kylian swallows your moans with each stutter of his hips.

The only time you part is when you need to take a breather but that seems to be a struggle from the start. “I missed you. Was thinking of you in the plane. Did you, fuck, miss me?” You nod, unable to form any words. He’s laughing in your ear, watching as you grind back to meet his movements. You give no response, just thin gasps, it annoys Kylian–he lets you get off for two seconds and you forget he’s there. He tsks, pinching your clit out of spite, a high whine escapes you, your legs tremble.

He repeats his question, voice deeper now, treading between incoherent words and grunts. You moan at his roughness, “I waited, all week for you. I– I missed you so much.” You looked completely gone, babbling with spit and tears coating your flushed face, hair sticking to your forehead, skin salty with sweat. Completely ruined. Yeah? He whispers without the intention of waiting for an answer. Your moans stutter as he pumps faster onto you, your throat turning hoarse. “‘M cumming, ‘M gonna cum-” He doesn’t care, it isn’t new that you get off so fast, he just keeps at it, fucking you to your orgasm. Kylian already let go of your neck by this time, hands using your arms as handles and pumping into you to chase his own high. Sweat trickles down his forehead as deep groans erupt from his throat. The buck of his hips are rougher now, faster. You know he’s near. Your legs shake, his groans turn close to whimpers blending with your own. Your pussy flutters, his cock twitching in you, enough to snap the coil in both of you. He breathes hard, wetness dribbles down your thighs. His hips roll, fucking his seed back into you. “Kylian.” You whine, everything was sensitive. Your boyfriend apologizes, leaving a peck on the back of your neck. There’s a small chuckle he leaves out, you don’t know why he’s laughing. “What is it?” “You left the TV on.”

#kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #football imagine #football smut #k's masterlist #anon request

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k9iriz · 10 months ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 + 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑: 𝐍𝐅𝐋

• joe burrow (cincinnati bengals)

• jamarr chase (cincinnati bengals)

• tee higgins (cincinnati bengals)

• jalen hurts (philadelphia eagles)

• travis kelce (kansas city chiefs)

• andrei iosivas (cincinnati bengals)

• rashee rice (kansas city chiefs)

• justin herbert (los angeles chargers)

• trent mcduffie (kansas city chiefs)

• christian mccaffery (san francisco 49ers)

• cj stroud (houston texans)

• justin jefferson (minnesota vikings)

• isaiah pacheco (kanas city chiefs)

• jalen ramsey (miami dolphins)

• anthony richardson (indiana colts)

• tayler hawkins (san francisco 49ers)

• ceedee lamb (dallas cowboys)

• obj - odell beckham jr. (baltimore ravens)

• jermaine burton (cincinnati bengals)

[ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]

half of these are my past writes to be easier to find, but i do not write for them currently anymore.

• = smut/+18 ♡ = fluff/mushy ☾ = angst

ANDREI IOSIVAS | • family-fuckin' reunion | • nsfw alphabet | ♡ cookie making

JOE BURROW | ♡ playing games

TRAVIS KELCE | • fix me

KYLIAN MBAPPE | • quickie | • 2x ft. neymar jr. | • hubby approved

NEYMAR JR. | ☾ not allowed | • brat | • extravagant | • hubby approved

#masterlist #who i write for #rhea ripley #andrei iosivas #neymar jr #kylian mbappe #joe burrow #jalen hurts #justin herbert #travs kelce #trent mcduffie #jamarr chase #nfl imagines #nick bosa

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glossyblue · 4 months ago

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Can you do another pregnancy imagine with Kylian please!

parenthood

glossyblue: Hiiii everyone, I hope you are well, another fic again kylian!!! I don't know why everything I write for Kylian gets many likes and attention>>🤭 Anyway, thank you, I hope you enjoy it and leave a comment.🤍 Requests are open:)))💌

Summary: +request+ When you are getting ready to give birth to your twin and your husband is by your side.

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe × reader

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The hospital bag sits open on the bed, a chaotic mess of necessities. You run a hand over your swollen belly, the twins kicking with a familiar rhythm. You’re a whirlwind of nerves and excitement, a mix of fear and anticipation.

'You're going to be a fantastic dad, Kylian,' you say, turning to see him standing in the doorway, his face etched with a mixture of worry and excitement.

He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 'I know, I know. Just need to learn how to change a diaper, that's the trickiest part, right?'

You let out a laugh, the sound a little shaky. 'Don't worry, I’ll teach you. You’ll be a natural, I know it.'

He walks over, his strong arms engulfing you in a hug. You breathe in the familiar scent, a calming element in this storm of emotions.

'Are you sure you have everything?' He runs a hand over your hair, his fingers tracing the outlines of your bump.

You go through the list again, 'Check, check, check…'

He helps you pack the final items. He even insists on taking care of the car, meticulously arranging the baby car seats.

'You are the most patient and supportive partner in the world,' you say, watching him meticulously secure the seats.

He turns, a grin stretching across his face. 'You're just saying that because you're hormonal.'

You poke his chest playfully. 'Oh, so you don't think your wife is amazing?'

He shakes his head, a laugh escaping his lips. 'No, no, I mean what I said. You're amazing. I can't wait to meet our little ones, and you are the strongest woman I know. We've got this, you and me.'

You lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 'We always do.'

The anticipation hangs in the air, a tangible thing. Your fingers brush against your belly, feeling the soft kicks inside. You take a deep breath, trying to quell the anxiety.

'I'm ready,' you whisper, the words a promise to yourself, to Kylian, to your babies.

He squeezes your hand, his eyes reflecting the same mix of emotions you feel. 'Me too, my love. Let's get this show on the road.'

As you walk out the door, hand in hand, the world seems to shrink to just the two of you. The journey towards parenthood, a magnificent and terrifying adventure, begins.

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ᵍˡᵒˢˢʸᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ💌

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captainwans · 2 years ago

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HANDSHAKE.

— K. MBAPPÉ

pairing: kylian mbappé x fem! reader

summary: fans couldn’t help but gush over their relationship, especially their traditional handshake that makes the internet go wild.

warning: fluff, fluff, fluff. oh, did i mention fluff? happy reading, my loves <3

word count: 942 | ( gif not mine! )

masterlist!

… [Y/N] SITS AT THE STANDS, her hands hiding inside her oversized coat as she watched her boyfriend on the field with a proud expression. Her crimson cheeks curved up into a smile, her eyes wrinkling in the process. Her eyes were tinted with warmth and adoration, watching him pass the ball to his team player. Her mouth gaped open, impressed at his skillful maneuvers as he moved past his opponents without any problems. I could never, she thought.

She loudly exhaled, her cold breath fleeting in the air. She felt a hand on her arm, hooking their arm into hers. She turned her head, her eyes softening once she noticed Ethan, Kylian’s brother, clutched at her side with his chin resting on her shoulder. “You alright, honey?” [Y/N] asked, her gentle tone filling his ears.

Ethan sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand before looking at her through his lashes. He gave her a shy smile. “Yeah, just a little cold.” he coyly admitted, pink dusted onto his cheeks.

[Y/N]’s mother instincts kicked in, quickly grabbing a blanket that was resting on her lap to wrap it over Ethan, who looked at her with a frown. She watched him shake his head. “No, you’ll get cold. Let’s share it instead.” he told her, placing the blanket over their lap.

She gave him a soft smile, her arms wrapped around his shoulder. She gave it a small squeeze before planting a short kiss on his temple.

“Feeling warmer?” she asked him, her eyebrows furrowed, completely oblivious of Kylian watching their sweet interaction with a big smile as he neared the stands.

Ethan nodded his head, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Thanks, [Y/N].”

She leaned her head against his, smiling gently at the younger boy. She turned her gaze towards, her eyes immediately locking with Kylian, who gave her a sweet smile. She let out a hum in delight, her eyes sparkling as she watched him getting closer to their seats.

Kylian panted, sweat trickling down his face as he sauntered towards his family. A satisfied smirk etched onto his handsome features, feeling ecstatic about France’s halftime match. So far, they were in a good spot and the French man couldn’t be happier.

He inched closer to the stands, walking towards his parents who engulfed him into a hug, their words of encouragement and support making his heart flutter. He kissed his mother’s cheek before heading to his brother and girlfriend, who gave him thumbs up and a grin. “We’re almost there, bro! France is taking it home soon.” Ethan chimed, his eyes lighting up at the possibility, making Kylian scoff.

“Damn right we are. It’s a fact.” the football player said confidently, his feet leading him to the stairs to greet his lover.

[Y/N] chuckled, her laugh making Kylian’s stomach swarm with butterflies. Oh, how much he loves the sound of her laughter. She watched him inching closer, bringing his hand toward her, his eyes tinted with playfulness. She grinned, bringing her hand towards him as they did their traditional handshake.

Ethan and his parents watched them with amused looks, their handshake making them laugh. The couple didn’t know how it started, or even when. Kylian had a habit of moving his hands a lot, especially when he expressed himself whether it was about football or a topic he was passionate about. He also had a habit of playing with [Y/N]’s fingers, his big hands fiddling with her small ones. Before they knew it, they created a handshake and went with it, almost automatically doing it after every match.

Their handshake didn’t become unnoticed. In fact, it was the highlight of their relationship, according to the media. Fans held a deep admiration for their relationship and often share how cute they are, expressing their immediate love, and adoration for [Y/N].

“Look what they wrote about us today, mamour (my love).” Kylian said, a smile curving his face as the pair laid in bed, their bodies tangled with each other.

[Y/N] sighed contently into his broad chest, her hand bringing his phone closer to her face. She squinted her eyes at his bright screen, a curse emitting from her lips making him chuckle. She cooed, her heart melting at the fans’ sweet comments.

‘if my future partner doesn’t do this with me, i don’t want him.’

‘they’re so adorable, i love them so much!’

‘their handshake is just the cutest thing ever.’

‘i want a love like theirs.”

‘y/n is so cute awh!!’

“Forget Kylian, I want [Y/N].” she read a comment, her chest vibrating with laughter. She felt heat creeping up on her cheeks, their comments making her flustered. “Didn’t know I had fans.” she admitted, her eyes twinkling with fondness.

Kylian turned off his phone and placed it on the nightstand before pulling her closer to his body. He kissed her hairline, prepping small kisses on her temple before speaking. “Not surprised, I mean, look at you.” he gushed, his hands found themselves inside her shirt, his hands trailing down her hipbone.

She giggled, shifting her body so that she was facing him. She cupped his cheek with her hand, her thumb brushing over his jaw. She gave him a soft smile. “I’m so lucky.” she whispered, a look of warmth expressing on her features.

Kylian placed his hand on hers, bringing her fingers to his lips to press small kisses. “I’m the lucky one, baby.” he corrected, a genuine smile forming on his face before planting a chaste kiss on her lips.

#footballer imagine #kylian mbappe #football #football masterlist #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe masterlist #kylian x reader #mbappe imagine #french footballers #french football player #french football team #fluff

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latin5mamii · 2 months ago

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no, no, no - Kylian Mbappé

warnings: suggestive but not smut (sorry…)

genre: one night stand

summary:You can’t recall exactly what happened last night, but someone is here to remind you.

author's note: wrote this last night and decided to post for my kyky girlies! Let me know if you like it🤍🐢

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆

This shouldn’t have happened. Oh no, no, no. What did I just do?

I wake up suddenly, my heart pounding. The room is dimly lit, but I can see enough to know it’s not mine. I take a deep breath, trying to piece together the memories of the night before. My head spins slightly, and that’s when I realize there’s something—no, someone—holding me tightly.

I slowly lower my gaze and see a muscular arm wrapped around my waist. My skin brushes against his, warm and impossibly close. No, no, no. I carefully turn, praying it’s not what I think it is, but of course, fate decides to confirm my worst fears.

I know who’s lying beside me. Did this happen because of too much alcohol? Or maybe because his smile was just too irresistible last night? Fuck my life.

I try to move gently, hoping to slip out from under his arm, but without even opening his eyes, he pulls me closer. No, no, no.

He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"Don’t run away," he murmurs with a mischievous smile, his voice low and husky, sending shivers through my entire body. His warm breath grazes my skin, and I can’t help but shiver as his arm tightens around me.

Kylian moves closer, his lips brushing over my shoulder, then trailing up my neck, sending a wave of heat through me. "You’re not seriously thinking about leaving now, are you?" he teases, but there’s an intensity in his eyes that takes my breath away.

My heart races as I feel his hands exploring my body with a disarming confidence, like he knows every weak spot, every place that drives me crazy. His touch is both gentle and firm, as if he’s fully aware of the power he has over me. I try to resist, to keep my head clear, but every time his lips meet my skin, my willpower melts away.

Every inch of my body seems to respond to his touch, as if it’s been waiting for this moment. His fingers trace a line down my side, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. I close my eyes, trying to regain control, but it’s impossible. Kylian’s lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, and a soft gasp escapes me before I can stop it.

"You’re trembling," he whispers, his voice filled with that same teasing tone. "I guess that means you don’t really want to leave, do you?"

I want to say something, to push him away, to remind him that this was a mistake. But instead, my body betrays me, arching slightly into his touch. His lips curve into a knowing smile against my skin, and he takes that as an invitation to continue. His kisses become more insistent, trailing down my neck, his hands exploring with a mix of gentleness and urgency that makes my head spin.

"Kylian…" I manage to breathe out his name, but it sounds more like a plea than a protest. He pauses for a moment, pulling back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes searching mine. There’s a spark of mischief in his gaze, but also something deeper, something that makes my heart race even faster.

"What is it?" he asks, his voice softer now, almost tender. "Don’t you want it too?”

He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his touch so light it sends a shiver down my spine.

"You don’t have to run," he murmurs, his thumb grazing my cheek. "Not from this. Not from me."

My breath catches in my throat, and I feel a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. This shouldn’t be happening, and yet, a part of me doesn’t want it to stop. I know I should walk away, but the way he’s looking at me, the way his touch makes me feel, is pulling me back in, making it impossible to think straight.

The memories from last night rush back, clear as day—his touch, those messy, heated kisses, our clothes tossed carelessly around the room. I groan inwardly, my hand flying up to cover my face as embarrassment floods through me.

“Oh, come on,” he laughs softly, his voice light and teasing. “Don’t get all shy on me now. Where’s that bold girl from last night?”

I peek out from behind my hand, my cheeks burning, and catch the mischievous glint in his eyes. He’s grinning at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort, which only makes me blush harder.

“Kylian, seriously,” I mumble, trying to stifle a laugh, but failing miserably.

“What?” He stretches out beside me, casually propping himself up on one elbow. “I mean, it’s not like I didn’t notice you had fun too.” He winks, and I can’t help but roll my eyes, though there’s a smile tugging at my lips.

“I was drunk,” I protest weakly, though I know that’s only half the truth.

“Sure, blame it on the alcohol,” he teases, leaning closer.

“But you and I both know it was more than that. I saw the way you looked at me.”

I can’t deny it, and his knowing smile says he’s already aware of that.

“I knew you wouldn’t run away from me,”

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★

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darlingmbappe · 2 years ago

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Masterlist | Kylian Mbappé

Smut | • Angst | • Fluff | •

• Revenge Gift | Kylian Mbappé x Fem reader When Kylian leaves you high and dry, you decide on a leaving him a little revenge gift. ↴

⇛ • • Begging | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Your master plan worked and Kylian needs you now, you need him just as bad. Ditching work is so worth it.

• Oh, Baby | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader When the condom breaks, it’s a race to get you a Plan B. In the meantime, Kylian gets to thinking about your future together.

• The Loneliest | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Your fiancé missing your birthday is the icing on the cake to a horrible couple of months. Now, you’re left to pick up your broken pieces, ending the chapter in your life that includes Kylian Mbappé. ↴

⇛ • [Part Two] The transition period after calling off your engagement has broken both you and Kylian. He needs to have you back, but you can’t handle having your heart broken again. ⇛ • [Part Three] While Kylian lets jealousy get the best of him on the pitch, you find that a tequila-filled night might be the answer to healing your broken heart... even if it's just for one night. ⇛ • • [Part Four] Kylain has shown you just how much he wants you and him to work out, initiating a second chance you weren’t sure you’d give. ⇛ • • [Epilogue] A glimpse into your life with Kylian Mbappé.

• • Family man | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Your husband is feeling a bit nervous about staying home alone with your daughter for the first time. When you ease his worries, he thanks you the best way he can, but then surprises you with a big request.

• Of the Unfaithful Kind | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Suspicious circumstances cause your boyfriend to spiral, and in efforts to forget what he witnessed, he seeks retaliation in a malicious way.

• • • Out of the Dark | Kylian Mbappé x Plus Size Reader Though months of an almost picture-perfect relationship, Kylian still kept you hidden like his own personal secret. How are you supposed to feel like it doesn’t have something to do with how much you weigh?

• • • When We're Ready | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Kylian's blatant desire for a baby has your head spinning. Though, you must say, he is quite convincing... ↴

⇛ • • • [Part Two] After months of not getting pregnant, your mental health takes a big hit.

• Innocent Offer | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Kylian begrudgingly admits his lack of sexual experience to you. As a good friend would, you offer him some help.

• New Tank Top | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Kylian is feeling quite a bit possessive after you show off your new tank top at one of his matches.

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Omg can I please have some fluff like Kylian and reader visit his parents house for the weekend and it makes Ethan really happy to see reader because she’s his bestie, when they get there Ethan takes her away from Kylian and he gets jealous they spend over 3 hours together and then reader comes back to Kylian in his childhood bedroom where they watch movies and have cuddles💕

"Can you say it again?"

"Blueberry."

You laugh, making him repeat words in english. You love the way his accent sounds, loving the way he pronounces the words.

"I love it." You laugh, squishing his hand. "Don't forget to call your dad."

You were driving to his mother's house. He planned this weekend exclusively for his family and you two to be together.

Since the beginning of the season, he has had so much stress, making him crave some family time.

His mother and brother lived remotely close to his house. Sometimes, even spend nights with him.

But this season, everything changed, Ethan was practicing with the first team, but he was traveling with the second team a lot, and his mom was busy with his foundation. Making the time very much tighter for them.

Fayza went to Bondy. She wanted to get some paperwork and some things ready to sell the house. The thing that made Kylian sad.

His mother's house was the first thing he ever bought with his hard earned money. He wanted his parents to have their own home. So he gifted them the house.

His mom kept the house during the divorce, so it was hers now. Kylian didn't have a say because, as he says, it was theirs and not his.

Before the divorce of his parents, they all used to live there. Even their older brother and Melissa.

But when he moved from Monaco to Paris, Jires went to Turkey and Wilfried to another place closer to Paris. The house felt different.

Melissa and the kids stayed there with Ethan and Fayza. But to him, it was still weird not having his father with them.

"Oui, mon amour."

He was in charge of the music, being the passenger princess he was, refusing to only sit and relax. So he took the dj job.

The call was quick, Wilfried and him exchanged some words and then hang up.

"I want some waffles with whipped cream." He says, stomach roaring.

"Well, you could have had it, but you refused to eat."

"I wasn't hungry. You knew that."

"Maybe because you chose to wake up like ten minutes before leaving."

He pouts, not answering, but his facial expression was enough of an answer.

"We are almost there, bébé." You say pointing at the GPS. "And knowing your brother, he's probably waiting for us."

"Correction, he's waiting for you."

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He sees you as an older sister he can trust. Always stealing you and making you two do all sorts of things while visiting.

"He is." You sigh, turning your head to him quickly. "It's not my fault your family loves me more than you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knows you're joking. He actually loves how close you're with his family.

He never met someone who was so perfect with his parents, brothers, and even extended family.

The drive continues for another twenty minutes. Thankfully, the roads were pretty empty, making the drive a fast one.

"Look, we're here." You smile, squishing his arm. "Ready to have an amazing weekend?"

He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "Oui, I'm so happy."

He helped you with the bags, asking you to go onside and announce yourself, but two little laughs beat you at that.

"Y/n" Lana yells, she throw herself at you.

"Bonjour, mon petit fille." You spin her around. Kissing her cheeks.

You look for her brother, noticing he is in Kylian arms. He's welcoming his uncle. "Bonjour, Isayah."

You got closer to them, kissing his cheek just like you did with Lana. Making him laugh.

Fayza was standing at the front door. The scene was adorable to her. She can easily picture you and kylian in a few years with your own children.

Living in a house with a big garden, she thought about it maybe a little too much. But she can't be blamed. After all, Kylian was the one who described how he pictures your life together.

"Bonjour, my babies." She says, catching your attention. "Come here, let me help you."

She hugs you tightly, repeating the actions with her son. She took Isayah from Kylian arms, following you to the living room of the house.

"Melissa, hello." You say happily, she has become a close friend for you. Always counting on her for everything.

"We literally saw each other like three days ago." She laughs, hugging you.

"She's obsessed with you, that's why."

"You're just jealous, kyky."

He rolled his eyes for the second time, going upstairs to leave the bags and to wake Ethan up.

"How was your exams?" Fayza asks, curious about your life.

"It was good, I think I did a good job."

"You did, don't doubt about yourself." She says, kissing your cheek.

She was like a mom to you, always caring and loving you since you met her. She was extra special to you, knowing you were there to stay since the beginning.

You can hear kylian laughing from the second floor, probably doing something to Ethan or laughing at some joke.

"Boys." Fayza shakes her head. "Come help me, sweet. I can guess Kylian didn't eat breakfast."

"You know your son." You laugh, walking with her to the kitchen where she was cutting some fruits and making waffles.

You chat with her and Melissa, who joined you. Kylian and Ethan were in the living room chatting with their dad.

Wilfried and Kylian were messing with Ethan. He recently changed his style, so he felt a little more confident than usual, which Ky loved.

"Let's eat everybody." You call.

Wilfried shared some stories about his most recent trip, Melissa worked with Kylian, so her stories weren't new for the family.

Ky told them about the next matches, feeling like his stories were kind of repetitive, but you enjoyed them.

The way he was very into creating new ways and opportunities for him and the team to score and win.

"But the news here is, this mademoisell right here." He pats your knee. "Is going to be a valedictorian again."

They all got so excited at the news, Fayza and Wilfried telling you how proud they're of their "daughter."

As the day continues, you spend the rest of the morning helping Ky and Wilfried to prepare the meat and veggies for the barbecue.

It was Ethan the one with the idea of making a big family barbecue and everybody agreed with him.

"After this, you and I are going to play some fifa. This time, you're not beating me." Ethan lightly pushed you, making you laugh.

"Yes, and I want to know about that girl you texted me about." You whisper in his ear, making him blush at the thought of his crush.

"Deal, but first a fifa game."

After lunch, Lana and Isayah wanted you to join them on the pool. Wanting to play with you and their uncle like always.

"Oh, mon bébés." You say sadly, you wanted to swim with them but also you promised Ethan days before to have a chat with him. "As soon as I finish with Uncle Ethan, I'll be here, okay?"

Kylian pouts more than they do. You send him a kiss while you walk inside the house.

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He trusted you with his life. Sometimes, when Kylian was away and couldn't get a hold of him, you were there for him. Ready to help.

When it comes to girls, you're his go-to person. Maybe because he knows how much Kylian is a master with the football but not that much in the dating area.

"Okay, pause pause pause." You laugh at him, pushing you in order to make you lose the goal. "You, young man, own me a story."

"I own you anything, woman." He laughs, imitating your tone.

"C'mon, tell me, did she like the roses?"

"She did." He smiles. "Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know what I would do without you here."

"Probably be the best at fifa." You say, making both laugh at that. "But don't worry, E. I'm here for anything you need."

The fifa game took hours, hours Kylian didn't got to spend with you. Hours he was pouting like a child.

He's sitting on the couch hearing the laughs and screams you and Ethan are making. Feeling left out.

He knows feeling like this is dumb, but he's been so busy lately that even spending time with you was a bit difficult.

He helped his parents with picking up the plates, washing them and even helped Melissa with the kids.

And still not you.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Mbappe." You say in this funny accent. He was in his old childhood bed, a single one. He looked so big for the bed.

He turns to the wall, feeling left out and being jealous. "Go play fifa."

"Yeah, it was fun, I had to pick your player." You tease. "But maybe I should have picked Olivier. He's faster."

He turns back to you, eyes narrowed and pout. "Did you just call me slow?"

"You're such a baby, come here, mon amour." You throw yourself on top of him. He hugged you like a koala bear. "God, you're crushing me."

"Good, so you don't go."

"What if we moved and watch something?"

He thinks about it for a few seconds, making you squeak. "Can we watch that scary movie I like?"

"If I say yes, would you let me breathe?"

He laughs, softening the hug, making you sigh and breathe deeply. "Can you get some popcorn?"

You nod, getting up from the bed. But first, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Some soda too?"

"You're making me break my diet." He laughs. Kissing your lips.

"Good, once in a while." You return the kiss.

Going down to the kitchen, you notice that Fayza is there, sitting at the kitchen island with a book in her hands.

"Hi, I thought you were asleep by now."

"No, Ky wants to see a movie, and he's kinda grumpy from all the attention everyone is getting from me. Everyone but him."

"Well, he's a man. They always want more but never know how to ask." She laughs, winking at you.

You laugh with her, making a little chat while the popcorn is getting ready at the microwave.

"I'm gonna miss this house. I feel like it was yesterday when Kylian brought me here to meet you."

"Oui, so many memories. But I think it is time for us to move on."

You nod, thinking about the amazing memories you shared with Kylian and his family there.

You place the popcorn in a bowl, grabbing two sodas and leaving Fayza and her book alone.

The movie was good, it has a scary factor. But your mind was still roaming through the memories.

You scratch lightly Kylian arms, something you do when you're cuddling while watching a move or a show.

He's focused on the movie and the popcorn. Not noticing how you're so lost into nothing.

"I wish we could stay longer. I know this is not my family home, but this place has something that I love."

"I get it, I feel like a part of me hurts from thinking about letting this go."

You stayed quiet for a while, trying to focus on a little bit of what's left from the movie. Kylian, on the other hand, got lost into his thoughts, he loved this place.

He wanted to make this a vacation home, to bring his kids to the place where he grew up, where the people supported him.

He wanted to save his childhood house. He wanted his, well, your kids to be able to hear the stories you created there, to be able to feel the magic you two feel there.

He takes the remote, turning the TV off, making you protest. "I have an idea."

"We're not pranking anyone, Ky."

"No, that's not it." He gets up. "Well, that's a good idea, you can't deny."

"No." You laugh.

His hands found yours, intertwining them and looking at you in the eyes. "Let's buy the house."

"What?" You say, taken aback by the sudden proposition.

"Oui, we can use the house for weekend getaways, we can use it for vacations. For special occasions."

"But I thought."

"I know what I said." He interrupts you. "But I can't deny that there's a special something, and in the near future, I want to create more memories with you here. I can't wait for our kids to enjoy this place like we did."

"Oh, bébé." You let his hands go to press your palms to his cheeks, kissing him slowly. Feeling all the emotions. "We have to talk to your mom about it."

"Can you believe that? If she says yes, this will be our first house together."

"This will be your house, Kyky." You laugh, even tho he always told you that what was his was yours, this was different from a t-shirt, this is a whole house.

"No, bébé. This will be ours."

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mrs-santoss · 2 years ago

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Teasing Queen - Neymar Imagine

Summary: Y/N decides to tease Neymar with a few pics from her camera roll during a very inappropriate time. ;)

Warning: mentions of sex. I ordered some lingerie sets the other day and they finally arrived. I was at home when the package arrived I was very excited to open it right away and try on everything I got. First, I tried on the blue lingerie and took a good pic of it, next, I tried on the red set I was very pleased with, even the photo came out very hot. Next up, was the dark blue set which turned out to be my favorite one, I felt very confident in it. Last but not least, I tried on the yellow set and took a photo wearing this one too. I was very satisfied with everything that I ordered. I planned on wearing my favorite on tonight for Ney and surprise him. He's isn't aware of this, that's why I'm not sharing the photos with him yet. As I was selecting the best photos on my phone, suddenly, I get a text message for Neymar.

"Bebê I just got done with training and I'm going to take a shower . I knew I would be late so I brought my outfit for Thiago's dinner with me. Is it okay if we both drive there separately? If I stop by to pick you up we will be suupppeer late. Love you lots, see ya there xx"

Oh, crap. I forgot about that AT ALL. Now, I became very pissed about ruining my plans. I know it's not Neymar's fault at all, however, I decided to not ruin my good mood and hopped in the shower to get ready for tonight. Before I did that, I responded to his text. "Sure thing, meu amor. I will text you once I get there."

After I did my hair and makeup, I decided to wear one of the lingerie sets under my dress. I wore my favorite dark blue ones. After going through my closet and cringing at everything I picked, I decided to wear a black tight dress that really hugged my curves. I get my purse, lock all the doors and get in the car.

I arrived at Thiago's dinner party before Neymar. I texted him, letting him know I'm here and he responded with "I will be there in 5 minutes amor".

I was engaging in conversations with different people at the party and suddenly I feel an arm around my waist from behind. I didn't bother to look at who it was, I just reached my hand to cup his cheek, I knew it was Neymar. Neymar's POV: I arrive at the party and I immediately spot my girlfriend at the kitchen counter talking to Thiago's friends. I go behind her and wrap and arm around her waist. She touches my face and I turn her around to kiss her. She was wearing my favorite dress of hers.

"Hi, there miss! I can see you're here alone. May I join you?" I ask her playfully with a smile.

"Hmm, yeah sure! My boyfriend was supposed to be here, but he isn't coming I guess." she responds, making a playful face.

"Is that soo?!" I raise an eyebrow and kiss her soft lips. She laughs. I love her laugh.

We make our way to the living room, where everyone is sitting there sipping wine and chatting. Y/N and I sit next to each other on the couch. After a couple minutes, Y/N offers help to the people in the kitchen and leaves.

After she does so, I get a text on my phone which I decide to ignore at first. The phone buzzes again. I get it out of my pocket to check it out. Wrong move! I should've done that somewhere in privacy. It was Y/N.

"Too bad you were late today, bebê. You missed the show :(" and sent this photo .

Oh my god. What is the doing to me? She looks extremely hot. I had a feeling I would regret being late today.

"Amoooor, what are u doing? Don't do this to me, pleaseee. You look super sexy" I respond to her text, hoping that was it. I mean, we just got here. I can't get worked up 3 hours BEFORE we get home.

"Ohh! Are you sure you don't want any more" she texts back and send this photo.

"YY/NNNN you'reee killing mee, amorrr. Everyone is looking at me confused. I text her back and I excuse myself to the balcony for a "phone call".

"Is that so?! Do you want to know what I'm wearing underneath this black dress? ;)" she texts back immediately and sends photo.

Oh my god. Fuck me! I get this rush of emotions to just storm in the kitchen and bend her over the kitchen island in front of everyone.

"Do you have any idea what I will do to you tonight?!" I text her back, maybe this will make her wait.

"Hmm, can you give me a hint?" she text back. Oh, she really is determined to make me go crazy.

"As soon as you step inside the house, I will rip that pretty little black dress of yours from your body and throw you on the bed on your knees, and fuck your brains out from behind as you moan my name" I text her back. I hoped to get her worked up, however, I did that to MYSELF just thinking about it.

"Uuuu, that sounds hot. Would you rather have me wear that lingerie or this one?" she texts back and send THIS photo.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I get back to the living room with a "worried" look on my face. I tell Thiago that Y/N and I will unfortunately have to leave right now because of an emergency. Thiago doesn't ask any follow up questions, trying to be understandable. I didn't even feel about about lying, my mind that somewhere else completely. I go to the kitchen and tell Y/N we have to leave because of an emergency. She plays along and says goodbye to everyone. Thiago walks us to the door and hugs us goodbye. As soon as he shuts the door, I give Y/N a look filled with lust. She looks back and me and smiles. "I'll meet you at home, I guess" she says and makes her way to her car. "FUUCKKK! I forgot about it" I groan and make my way to my car quickly not wanting to waste any time. I completely forgot we came here separately. She arrives before me and parks her car in the driveway. I quickly do the same and catch up to her entering the house. I shut the door really fast and turn around to lift her up in my arms.

"You dirty little thing! You had fun with that, didn't you?" I ask her and I felt myself grow in my jeans. "Now, it's my turn to have my fun!" "No one's complaining about it!" she says back and bites my lip. I will do everything I told her I will, more for sure.

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