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écoute chérie // kylian mbappé | finale.

kylian mbappé x f! reader.

saw this edit on tiktok by strkvoid!!! they edited mbappé to écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer and… i fell in love. the song is sooo mbappé.

y/n got the job as kylian’s personal assistant. his previous assistant fired for unknown reasons. y/n had heard about kylian mbappé and his terrible attitude. she wasn’t excited to work with him. but, turns out.. he’s actually not that bad.

rating: mature.

read part one first.

read part two.

and just like that, it began.

trips to kylian’s house where you two dance and cuddle all day long. or when you go out with him into the city so he has to wear a mask to cover his face.

moments where your heart is beating and everything just doesn’t feel real.

everything was perfect, the two of you really never talking about their current relationship, but, didn’t feel the need to because everything felt right.

till you were woken up to a phone call from kylian’s manager. it wasn’t a nice one.

plus, a million notifications coming from instagram.

“check your messages, right now.” you could hear the frustration and panic in their voice.

“BREAKING NEWS: FOOTBALL STAR KYLIAN MBAPPÉ’S NEW FLING???”

“his new fling?” you thought to yourself.

you scrolled down the article. it revealed multiple videos and pictures of you and mbappé.

“what the fuck?” you whisper.

“yeah, what the fuck has been going on between the two of you?!” the manager yells over the phone.

“nothing is going on.” you try to explain.

“i don’t believe that. just click on the video. watch it. you guys look like a married couple on their honeymoon!” the managers says in an exhausted tone.

you click on the video, it’s when kylian took you shopping and you hugged him before holding his hand.

you physically, emotional deflate.

“i didn’t know paparazzi would be watching us.” you say.

“well, obviously! what did you expect. going out with mbappé in public.” the manager scolds you some more.

“kyky 🤍 is calling… ✅❌”

you couldn’t take the scolding anymore. you hung up and picked up kylian’s call.

“mon amour. is everything okay? i know you’ve seen the articles.”

you could cry. hearing his voice was such a relief. it seems like he had just woken up as well because his voice was deep and raspy.

“oui, je vais bien, bébé. (yes, i’m fine, baby.)” you respond.

“i’m so sorry. you didn’t see any comments, have you?”

“comments? what comments?” you ask, confused.

“oh, you didn’t read them? good. i sent my driver to pick you up, don’t worry, everything’s gonna be okay.” kylian says relieved.

“i believe you.” you say sincerely before hanging up.

you quickly brush your teeth, wash your face and slip on some sweatpants and a plain t-shirt before heading down to the parking lot. you were a bit stressed and wary.

anyone could be watching right now, maybe you should’ve fixed yourself up more. you hide yourself and slip into the vehicle. the driver greeted you with a soft smile on his face. a reassuring smile. he most definitely knew about the news.

on the drive to kylian’s place, you decided to finally check instagram.

you had hundred and thousands of new followers, it was scary. when did the news come out? how could it have garnered this much attention?

you press the comments, most of the top comments being absolutely terrible.

user7282: she’s definitely fucking him for attention and money.

30 replies

user6829: why does mbappé have such horrible taste? she’s so ugly.

80 replies

user2843: she set him up. we all saw the video, she knew someone was recording because why would she be all up on him in public? tragic. hope mbappé is okay.

125 replies

you kept scrolling and the comments got worse. comments from people all over the world. you couldn’t take it, so, you turned off commenting and made your account private before turning off your phone.

you finally made it to kylian’s house, wishing the driver goodbye, making your way up.

you rung the bell. you were anxious. extremely anxious. you didn’t know what to expect or how he’d react to this. what if he wanted to stop everything going on between them?

the door swung open revealing a shirtless kylian. before you could take the sight all in, you were pulled into the house and engulfed in a big hug.

you began to silently cry while hugging him back.

he heard your sniffling.

kylian’s pov:

kylian was worried. he knew news would come out soon because they weren’t exactly discreet with their affection in public. when he was with y/n, he didn’t feel like the french football star kylian mbappé. he felt on earth, everything was calm with her.

he knew he needed to be with her, he knows how football “fans” can be.

he heard the bell ring and immediately went to open it, there he saw y/n.

she looked so sad, it hurt his heart.

he immediately pulled her into a hug, before hearing sniffling.

he gently moved back, seeing the usual feisty woman in front of him with tears in her eyes.

“princesse, pourquoi pleures-tu? (princess, why are you crying?)” he asks, softly.

“i saw everything, the comments. kylian, they don’t like me, it might affect you.” y/n explains, lowly.

she looked so upset, almost angry.

“y/n, i don’t care. this won’t affect me and it hurts my heart seeing it’s affecting you this badly. what they say does not matter because they don’t know you like i do.” he says, one hand holding onto her waist, while the other is wiping away her tears.

she smiles.

lord knows only what that smile does to kylian, it creates fireworks in his mind. an explosion of happiness.

y/n connected her lips to kylian’s. it’s like nature for them, although this being their second time ever kissing. whenever they were about to, kylian would make up an excuse. it was funny… and sweet. he really didn’t wanna rush things.

but, right now, none of that mattered. he immediately slides his hands down to y/n’s bottom, caressing it. it’s like he’s in love with it because he happens to always reach for it when he can.

he tapped on the side of her thigh, signaling y/n to lift her legs up.

he carries her to the kitchen island, lips still entangled. tongues wrestling. it was wet and intense. kylian stood inbetween y/n’s legs as he felt all over her thighs and waist.

y/n began trailing down kylian’s jaw, peppering kisses before lightly sucking and leaving love bites down kylian’s neck. y/n could hear the groans leaving his mouth. she felt over his strong abs, trailing her hands down to his growing bulge. before she could make it to his area, he stopped her.

“y/n, slow down. i don’t know if you want this. isn’t it too early?��� he says, out of breath.

y/n snapped out of it. she analyzed the hickeys all over kylian’s neck.

“oh, i am so sorry. i got too into it.” she tries to explain.

he smirks.

“i enjoyed it.” he says, lifting her up yet again, carrying her into his room.

they shared kisses and touches all morning. they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

kylian woke up, it was around 7pm. the two slept for quite awhile. he loved that he woke up next to y/n. he saw missed calls and messages from his manager. he couldn’t care less. right now, his mind was on one thing and that was y/n.

he wanted to do something nice for her.

“mon amour, wake up. i have plans for us.”

y/n woke up. stretching, still halfway asleep.

“hm, what’s the plan?” she asks.

“i’m taking you out for dinner.” he says simply.

“what. are you mad? the news came out a few hours ago, they think i’m a slut who’s using you. why would we do that?” y/n says, the sleep immediately wearing off.

“well, are you a ‘slut’ who’s ‘using’ me?” he deadpans.

“no!”

“exactly, get dressed. you left some some of your clothes here when we went shopping a few days ago. i put it in my closet. we need to be at the restaurant by 9.” he explains.

y/n hopped in the shower. she didn’t have any makeup with her, unfortunately. luckily, she still looked amazing. a “natural beauty” as kylian calls her. she had on a short bodycon dress that hugged her so nicely with a suit cardigan and laced up heels.

kylian was all dressed when y/n walked out.

no matter how much times he sees y/n, it’s like he’s amazed again, every single time.

she looked absolutely gorgeous.

y/n was equally as stunned. kylian was a fashionable man. he knew what he wanted to wear, and wore it. although simple, it was a black dress coat, a white shirt, and dress pants with dress shoes.

“you stole my outfit. you planned this, didn’t you?” y/n asks tauntingly.

“maybe i did, you look so good. come here.” he says, making his way to her and leaving light kisses all over.

“kylian, control yourself.” y/n says smacking him on the chest lightly.

“you’re right, let’s go.”

kylian decided to drive to the restaurant. they made it there and it was more than amazing.

“oh kylian, this is beautiful.” y/n says, admiring the atmosphere of the restaurant.

kylian observed the awe on y/n’s face, happy to make her happy.

“it’s this way, over here.” he leads her to their reserved table.

their waitress arrived and took their orders, y/n felt a little uneasy because she could tell the waitress knew who kylian was.

she anxiously looked around, feeling like eyes were on them.

kylian noticed how tense y/n felt. he reached across the table and took her hands into his.

“relax, everything’s okay.” he eases.

y/n immediately calmed down at the touch of kylian.

they made small talk, sipping on their drinks as they ate their food.

in the middle of their dining, kylian stopped eating, wiping his mouth before speaking.

“y/n, i want to tell you something.”

the conversation seemed rather serious, so y/n immediately paid full attention, nervously.

“yes?”

“i want you to quit.”

silence.

it was silent, a deep pit formed into your stomach.

“what? you want me to quit?” you ask in disbelief.

“yes, i want you to quit being my personal assistant.” he clarifies.

you were upset. he took you to this fancy restaurant, treated you so nicely and fed you all those sweet things just to fire you.

you wait for him to continue, however, it looks like he’s waiting on you to say something. he’s looking at you with those same eyes you fell for.

fell…?

“so much for you didn’t care about me being your personal assistant.” you scoff.

“wait, what are you talking abou-“ kylian begins.

“no, kylian. i don’t want to hear it.” you shut him down, getting up from the chair.

“y/n, wait. stop, just hear me out. sit down, please don’t make a scene.” he rushes out while grabbing your hand to stop you from leaving.

“can you relax? let me explain.”

you sit back down, glaring at him as you cross your arms.

“i don’t want you to be my personal assistant anymore. you’re more than that, i appreciate the things you do for me, a lot. you make me so happy. ever since that day you walked into the psg office, you flipped my life upside down. my mind revolves around you and only you.” kylian says.

you see him reach into his pocket, pulling out a box.

“y/n, please quit and be my girlfriend.” he says, opening the box and revealing a dazzling ring.

y/n was stunned. she was on the verge of tears. this was perfect. kylian was perfect.

“you asshole. wait no, i’m the asshole. i was about to storm out of here while you planned this entire dinner. and no, I’m not taking that ring, i refuse. but, yes, kylian, i would love to be your girlfriend.” y/n mumbles out, wiping away her tears of joy.

kylian just laughs at the scene. y/n was a handful, maybe that’s why he loves her so much.

“yes, you are taking it. it’s yours.” he said, taking the ring out of the box and slipping it onto y/n’s ring finger.

y/n allows him, only looking at him. she’s accepted it. the man before her as burrowed into her heart and has rented a place in it.

“kylian, thank you. so much and i mean it. you treat me too good.”

“you’re welcome. plus, you treat me really good.” he teases, pulling down his shirt a bit to reveal the hickeys you stamped on him earlier.

“are you ready to go?” he asks.

“yes, let’s go.” y/n says, playfully rolling her eyes. the two standing up and intertwining their hands.

“we didn’t even pay for the food.” y/n laughs as they make their way out the restaurant.

“i’ll handle that later.” he tells her.

kylian opens the passenger door for you and makes his way to the driver’s side.

“let’s take a picture.” he says, whipping out his phone and turning it on once situated in the car. tons of notifications and text messages filled his screen, but he ignored it. it was most likely his manager.

“okay, but why so suddenly?” you ask.

“you’ll see.”

he gets ahold of your hand, holding it into his, taking a picture with the flash on. the way the diamond on your finger glistened was out of this world.

he quickly analyzes the picture, smiling.

‘he’s such a perfectionist.’ you think to yourself.

you watch him tap a few things on his phone before putting it away.

the drive begins.

when in the car with kylian, you usually just looked out the window. observing the scenery as music from the radio played. today was different. your eyes were only on him.

the way he gripped the steering wheel as his index finger drums to the beat of the song playing on the radio.

the way he always makes you feel protected and collected.

he notices you staring and smiles at you, putting one hand on your thigh. occasionally gripping it, caressing it.

kylian feels you squirming by his touch and feels proud. the way he can easily affect you fills him up with joy.

sometimes he inches up closer and closer to your flower before ultimately lowering back down to your thigh.

he does that the whole ride back home.

“you knew what you were doing.” you ambush him as soon as you two enter the penthouse. kissing along his jaw and down his neck.

“i did.” he whispers into your ear before lifting your face from his neck and devouring your lips. kissing him felt brand new every single time. they were always pillowy soft and made your heart pitter patter.

this kiss was fueled by a fire, a hundred times more passionate than ever before. it was firm and direct. one thing you absolutely admire kylian for was his ability to always be certain, know what he wants and how to get it.

the two of you briefly stop kissing, kylian carries you bridal style to his bedroom before gently laying you down on the bed, and unbuttons his shirt. then, removes his pants. you slip out of your dress.

you two have a stare down, taking in the sight of the two of you.

“you’re so beautiful.” kylian tells you while slowly lowering onto you, kissing your neck and fondling your breast over your bra.

“ky, it feels so nice.” you moan softly into his ear, holding onto his back, and connecting the two of you chest to chest.

“all the way?” he asks you.

“all the way.” you confirm, breathlessly.

y/n woke up before kylian. he was knocked out, dead asleep. y/n replayed last night in her head and blushed like a mad man. she wanted to scream and squeal. she didn’t of course because that’d wake up her boyfriend next to her who was sleeping peacefully.

plus, she was right. sex with kylian was perfect. he seemed to be a pro at it. knew when to be gentle, when to speed up. knew all the right spots. the aftercare was so sweet as well. it was amazing. y/n was on cloud nine.

she turned on her phone, no surprise, thousands of notifications.

one in particular stood out.

“k.mbappe tagged you in a post.”

‘what? was this last night?’ you wonder.

clicking on the notification immediately.

k.mbappe ✔️

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k.mbappe When I’m with you, all my worried disappear. Let’s be happy. @y/n_y/l/n 💗💍

tears trickle out, you can’t help it.

kylian mbappé is your boyfriend and is the sweetest man ever. he’s so humorous, hard working, and dedicated. you couldn’t ask for more. you want to be the best version of yourself because of him.

you love him.

you set your phone down, wiping your tears away before turning to the side of your boyfriend’s resting figure. you give him a light kiss on the forehead before getting up to clean up. you stumble a bit while getting up before limping a bit.

he was big.

you cleaned up and threw one of kylian’s shirts on.

you were going to make kylian the best breakfast he’s ever had in his entire life.

about 30 minutes go by and you’re almost done. all that’s left is the eggs and you were scrambling them when strong arms wrapped around you.

“bonjour, mon amour. the food smells so good.” he says, kissing down your neck while rubbing against your bottom.

he sounded so good. voice still deep and raspy from waking up. you lean back into his embrace.

“bonjour bébé, asseyez-vous. la nourriture est presque prête. (good morning baby, take a seat. the food is almost ready.)” you instruct him.

“what do you mean? my meal is right her, in front of me.” he taunts.

“go sit down.” you tell him, he thinks he’s so funny but he just doesn’t know how much he affects you.

he sighs heavily before sitting down at the kitchen island.

he observes you cook, noticing two things that makes his heart do backflips and his mind spin around.

the first thing is you wearing his shirt. the second, you struggling to walk.

he smirks, feeling proud of himself.

“you look cute in that shirt, keep it.” he says.

y/n looks him up and down.

“you’re only saying that because it’s your shirt.” you playfully scoff.

“damn right.” he says.

you just roll your eyes at his stupidity.

“here’s your food.” you set the plate down in front of him. sitting down next to him.

“y/n, this looks so good. but, where’s your plate?” he asks.

“i’m not really hungry.” you tell him.

“still full from last night?” he smiles stupidly, raising an eyebrow.

“you’re so annoying.” you say, blushing.

“i love you too.” he says nonchalantly before digging in the food.

“wait, you love me?” you freeze, taken completely aback.

kylian looks up from the food, at you. swallowing the remaining food.

“wasn’t it obvious? i love you, y/n.” he says and means it.

“oh kylian, i love you too. i’ve been meaning to say it for quite a while as well. i love you so much.” you say, pulling kylian into a hug before leaving a quick peck on his lips. also, settling yourself onto his lap.

he smiles. completely enamored into you. he can’t remember what life was before you appeared at his side.

“y/n, move in with me.” he squirms out.

“écoute chérie, don’t get ahead of yourself.” you chuckle.

who would’ve thought the two would’ve fallen in love? y/n a few months ago would’ve cut off the heads of those who’d speak about her, now ex- boss, kylian in a positive way. now, she wants to be the outlet to her boyfriend kylian, in every single possible and positive way.

a/n (author’s note):

finally??? omg i’m so sorry for taking forever to drop this. was so busy with life and totally slacked off on the writing. hope u guys liked this. it was fun to write. ÉCOUTE CHÉRIE IS DONE!!! ngl i’m so sleepy and this isn’t revised, it will be soon but if u see any mistakes sawryyy lmfaooo

[mbappeslover]

écoute chérie // kylian mbappé | part two.

kylian mbappé x f! reader.

saw this edit on tiktok by strkvoid!!! they edited mbappé to écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer and… i fell in love. the song is sooo mbappé.

y/n got the job as kylian’s personal assistant. his previous assistant fired for unknown reasons. y/n had heard about kylian mbappé and his terrible attitude. she wasn’t excited to work with him. but, turns out.. he’s actually not that bad.

read part one first.

read finale.

“and then, he says he’ll call me in the morning. like what?”

y/n got home later that night and the first thing she did was call her friend to tell her of the events that went down.

“y/n, relax. i don’t know why you’re thinking so hard when it’s crystal clear.” y/n friend says.

“what’s crystal clear?” y/n asks.

y/n hears a deep sigh over the phone.

“you are such a idiot. it’s clear that he likes you, y/n! he’s interested in you.”

“but, i am his personal assistant. that can’t happen, he can’t be interested in me. do you want me to lose my job? i know i don’t.” y/n whines.

“i don’t know about you, but no regular boss does that to someone he only sees as a worker. an assistant… i’m just saying, if i were in your position, i’d be thinking of things to do when i become a wag.”

“shut up! i am not going to be a wag, i cannot stand you. plus, he literally hates me.” y/n rebuttals.

“again y/n, let’s use our brains. didn’t he say he had a reason. he was flirting with you and you think it’s nothing! you better go to his house tomorrow to find the answer.”

“okay, mom. you better be right about this.” y/n accepts in defeat because her friend is making a great point.

“mhm. i’m so tired, go to sleep y/n.”

“goodnight.” y/n says before hanging up.

you wake up to your phone ringing. it’s 8am.

‘who’s calling me at this time.’ you think to yourself.

still halfway asleep, you answer groggily.

“hello, who’s this?”

“waouh, j'ai mal. pourquoi mon numéro n'est pas enregistré? (wow, i am hurt. why is my number not saved?)”

fuck.

hearing the voice of the caller, you fully wake up immediately.

“no, no, kylian. i do have your number saved, i just, you just woke me up and i was still asleep, so i, i just answered the phone without lookin-“

“relax, i’m just joking. bonjour, y/n.”

even if it was way too early, kylian’s voice being the first thing you heard after waking up; it had to be the best thing ever.

“bonjour kylian, comment vas-tu? quelque chose est arrivé? (hello kylian, how are you? did something happen?)” you greet him back.

“no, nothing happened. i told you i would call you in the morning. i wanted to inform you that i decided to take a day off. so, you also have a day off.” he says.

“oh okay, is that all?” you ask.

“yes, that’s all. i’m outside of your building, get dressed and come down.”

you immediately sit up, removing the sheet off of yourself.

“what?! how are you? why are you…? you know what. didn’t you say today was my day off?” you question, confused.

“who said you’d be working? just come downstairs.” he says before hanging up the phone.

you calmly set your phone aside, before picking up a pillow, holding it up to your face and screaming in frustration.

you didn’t know what you were expecting, it sure as hell wasn’t that.

you hop in the shower and get dressed, wearing a black crop top, with black oversized cargo pants and panda nike dunks. you do a quick hairstyle and no-makeup makeup look before rushing downstairs.

it was a bit chilly in paris today, and you forgot to grab your coat before leaving the house.

you got downstairs but didn’t see the usual all-black van with extra dark tinted windows. it’s the car most celebrities drive in.

‘i thought he said he was outside…?’ you wonder, the wind making you shiver a bit.

you were about to pull out your phone to call him, when a red ferrari 488 pista pulls into the driveway.

the windows were tinted so you couldn’t tell who it was.

till the driver stepped out the car.

it was kylian. and, kylian looked so good.

he was wearing black airforce ones, cargo pants that cuffed at the ankles, a black shirt, with a light brown leather jacket.

you saw him outside of his practice uniform, it was usually athletic clothing, like a nike tech.

but, this?

he was all dressed up, and looked so nice.

“hello, y/n. over here! i knew you’d take a little while so i decided to get us something hot to drink in the meantime.” he said waving.

you walk up to kylian.

“this is yours? you’re so fancy.” you say in a teasing tone, running your index finger along the shiny exterior.

“yeah and rich.” he says confidently. he had his elbow propped up against the car door.

“whatever, you’re just kylian the crybaby in my eyes.” you scoff jokingly.

“don’t get too comfortable, miss y/l/n. i’m still your boss.” he says in a warning tone, of course, joking.

“you’re right. i don’t wanna go back to getting mean mugged all day for no reason.” you say, leaning against the car, crossing your arms.

“you know, you still have to explain to me why i deserved that.” you continue.

kylian just looks at you, up and down.

“where’s your coat? didn’t you know it’d be a bit chilly today? you look like you’re freezing.” he asks.

“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.” y/n says, a little disappointed.

kylian’s pov:

“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.”

there she goes with the unintentional pouting again, she just doesn’t know how cute she is.

on top of that, she had the nerve to dress so simple yet look so stunning.

he began to take off his jacket.

“what are you doing?” the woman in front of him questions.

“what does it look like i’m doing, cher?” he says trying to hand over the jacket to her.

y/n looked at the jacket, then looked at kylian.

‘please don’t be difficult.’ he hopes to himself

“i’m not wearing it.” y/n says before turning around, making her way the the passenger side.

he follows behind.

“yes, you are. you’re going to wear it.”

she reached to open the door, kylian quickly maneuvered in front and opened it for her.

“i’m going to make sure you won’t have to touch any door when with me.” he says to her, he didn’t realize how close they were to each other.

y/n’s pov:

he always does this. these small moments where they’re saying so much, yet so little.

her heart was beating, fast. abnormally fast.

after an intense stare down, y/n complies.

“fine, give me your stinky jacket.”

“stinky? you’re childish. i could never stink and you know that.” kylian says smirking as y/n slides on the jacket.

“he swears he’s all that and a bag of chips.” mumbles to herself.

“huh, what was that?” he says.

“nothing, what’s the plan for today?” you question, entering the car, kylian made sure you were properly seated, before closing the door for her and jogging to the driver’s seat.

“put your seatbelt on and here, this is for you. i got you some ginger-lemon tea. it tastes amazing.” he says pointing to the cup holder.

you thank him as he starts the car.

you sip on the tea, as you look out the window. you still didn’t know what the plan was today, but, obviously you weren’t gonna ask anymore questions because he wasn’t going to answer anyway.

it’s quiet, extremely quiet. but, it isn’t awkward, it’s quite nice.

why does the world suddenly slow down when i’m with my boss?

it’s ten minutes into the drive and kylian break the silence.

“earlier, you asked me what’s the plan. today’s plan is i’m taking you shopping.”

you choke on your drink.

“no.” you say after clearing your throat.

“no?” kylian questions, taking his eye off the road for a second to analyze your face.

“but, why?”

“why? just because.” kylian answers.

“you’re lying.” you shoot at him.

“yes, i am.” he shoots back.

kylian’s pov:

“what’s your deal?” she questions him.

“i can’t treat my assistant out to some shopping?” he says.

obviously, this isn’t normal. but, he likes y/n. he’s accepted that.

he still feels bad about the way he treated her.

he wants her.

“you’re not fooling anyone. i see right through you, mr. mbappé.” she scoffs.

“it’s kylian.” he replies, smirking.

they spent most of the day together at an extremely fancy mall in the heart of paris. places where only the elite shop: athletes, models, actors. so, the two didn’t need any security or had to worry about running into fans and paparazzi. it was just the two of them.

or at least they thought.

it was around 12 o’clock when they finished going through every store.

kylian bought y/n too many things.

when they first made it there, y/n refused to even set her eyes on anything in the shops because they were insanely expensive.

“we aren’t leaving here till you buy at least three items, please, i wanna do this for you. buy whatever you please.” kylian says to y/n.

y/n sighs before accepting it, she was grateful but she didn’t wanna use his money.

a few stores later, she lets kylian purchase exactly three things for her: christian louboutin so kate red bottoms, jacquemus asymmetric draped midi dress, and the chanel classic double flap bag.

the whole time kylian couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. he felt so happy, seeing y/n wear his leather jacket and him paying for anything that grabbed her attention.

they were making their way back to the car. kylian holding the bags.

“11.9K, not bad.” kylian says humorously.

“stop it, i will literally turn us back around and go return everything.” y/n says, still feeling a little bad for letting him spend that much.

he laughs.

“seriously, thank you, kylian. i’ll make sure to work over time to pay you back.” y/n says observing his face. if y/n had to choose her favorite part of kylian, it’d probably be his eyes. they were beautiful. big and clear. or his personality, he said so much, even when saying little. he had amazing comedic timing.

“pay me back? i offered to do this for you. i wanted to do it. i don’t expect to receive anything back.”

okay. she couldn’t deny it anymore. since day one, y/n was attracted to kylian. no doubt. he’s smart, he’s talented, he’s strong minded, with a strong heart. he’s an inspiration.

she smiled big, opening her arms to engulf kylian into a hug.

it obviously took him by surprise as he stumbled back. but, tried his best to hug her back with the bags in his hands.

they hug for a lengthy time. taking in each other’s warmth, shuffling from side to side. kylian smelled amazing, like a smoky, deep aroma.

y/n backed up, still at a close proximity with both hands on his shoulders.

“thank you, a million times. are you hungry? let’s go to your house. i’ll make you something very good to eat. c’mon.” you say, intertwining your hands with kylian’s sorta dragging him to the car.

you felt like you were in primary school again, having a stupid little crush and being all excited over it.

you two arrived to his penthouse. even if you were here the day before, you were still amazed at the beauty of his apartment.

you handed kylian back his coat, thanking him once more for letting you hold onto it this morning.

“i’ll set these down over here for you.” kylian says, referring to the shopping bag.

you hummed in response. making your way to the kitchen. looking through the fridge and cabinets to see what you’d be able to make.

kylian made his way to the kitchen island and took a seat there, watching you.

you turn around, “how does oven baked chicken and rice sound?”

“good. is there any way i can help?” he asks.

“mmm… no. just sit there and look pretty.”

“you think i’m pretty?”

“go to your room, kylian.”

“you said it, can’t take it back.”

“leave the kitchen, right now. go watch tv or something. the food won’t take long.” you say, shoo-ing him away. he laughs before getting up, plopping himself on the couch and turning on some tv.

he’s always laughing, loud and goofy.

you like it.

it was now 1 o’clock.

the food was ready. this time, two plates and two empty glass cups were set on the island.

“kylian, the food is ready, come eat!” you call out.

he gets up immediately and makes his way to to kitchen.

you see him approach with wide eyes, each second he gets closer, he gets even more amazed at the food.

“you don’t know how hungry i was, smelling the food didn’t help me much either. seeing it up close, is even better. how can you cook so well? i could kiss you right now.” he says enthusiastically, sitting down on the stool chair.

what did he say???

“ok, kiss me, what’s stopping you?” you chuckle, you were joking, but, serious. there was some seriousness in that sentence.

kylian looked up from the food fast, you could tell by his expression he wasn’t expecting you to say that.

“i’m just kidding. oh my gosh. you look like you were about to catch a heart attack, kissing me wouldn’t be that bad, you know.” you say playfully.

“anyways, what would you like to drink? water or orange juice. those are literally the only drinks you have in your fridge.” you ask, changing the subject.

“water would be fine, thank you.” you pour water into the two glass cups. you put the water back into the fridge and make your way around the island to sit next to kylian.

you two eat, sometimes occasionally staring at one another, and laughing when eye contact is made.

again, it’s nice.

you set your utensil down, sipping on some of the water before starting conversation.

“oh yeah, you told me you’d tell me why you treated me that way. i feel like now is the perfect time.”

he looks up, chewing the remaining food—wiping his mouth with some paper before sighing.

“yea i did tell you i would, it’s a long story but i’ll shorten it for you.”

it’s quiet, he looks to be deep in his thoughts. he looks hurt?

he begins, “i had a personal assistant before you. i got along with him very well. i thought we were buddies, we hung out like friends. multiple articles began coming out, stuff like ‘people close to young football prodigy reveals his terrible attitude and large ego.’ my manager and i thought it was just press doing their thing for some clicks and views. till more personal information of mine began to spread.”

he stops, sighing hard again.

“i just don’t know what i did for him to do that… we found out it was my assistant spreading rumors about me. things that were untrue, he got paid to fabricate stories. it really ruined my reputation. and it messed with me, i thought i had a genuine friendship with the guy.”

you pat and rub kylian on the back.

“oh, kylian. i’m so sorry.”

he looks you in the eye.

“no, y/n. i’m sorry. when i got the news of me getting a new personal assistant, i didn’t like the idea of it at all. i didn’t wanna have to deal with something like that again. so to make sure history wouldn’t repeat itself, i was awful to you. to see if you’d ‘rat me out’ to those gossip blogs. and i feel terrible, because you’re so sweet.”

you take his hands into yours.

“i forgive you.” you say, smiling sweetly at the man next to you.

he smiled, radiantly.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no problem, now, if you’re done, let me put your dish in the sink and go sit on the couch. i’ll cheer you up.” y/n says, gently removing her hand from kylian’s while getting up.

he listens, making his way to the couch.

kylian’s pov:

‘she’s perfect. she’s the one for me and she just doesn’t know it yet. i don’t care if she’s my personal assistant, i don’t want to be her friend. i want her.’ kylian thinks to himself while sitting on the couch. the only thing making noise is his mind and the water running as y/n clean the dishes.

y/n’s so patient and polite with him. he wants to build a healthy relationship with her.

his mind was making so much noise that he didn’t register that the girl on his mind, was seated next to him. staring at him.

“are you alright, mbappé?”

“hm? yes, yes i’m fine, y/l/n. so, how are you gonna cheer me up?” he responds.

“i’m gonna put on the dress you got for me, for you.”

‘i have got to be the luckiest man on earth.’ he thinks.

he’s rendered speechless. he didn’t know what to say so he just nods.

he watches y/n grab the bag and make her way to the bathroom.

for some reason, he’s nervous.

‘you’re acting like a virgin right now, loosen up.

you bastard, i am not acting like a virgin.

you sure are.

no i’m not. i am kylian mbappé. virgin who-‘ he says arguing with his consciousness.

he sees her walk out the bathroom.

y/n is the most beautiful person kylian has ever set his eyes on.

he sees she’s shy, kinda reserved as she walks towards him with a small smile on her lips.

“so, do you like it?

‘what sort of question is that?’ he wonders.

“do i like it, y/n? i love it. it hugs you in all the right places.”

he sees her blush.

“you’re cute, y/n. behind all that fiesta girl act you put up, you’re a little sweetheart.” he says, trying to get her to blush more.

it works as her smile beams.

he quickly grabs the remote, going on youtube and typing in a song.

he clicks on the video and the song begins, lyrics filling up the room.

‘j’ai pas fait semblant, j’te jure.’

he makes eye contact with her, smirking.

“it’s our song.” y/n says.

“yes, our song. come here, let’s dance. you look gorgeous.” he says, getting up.

they slowly close in on each other, shy giggles being shared. soft touches being placed.

‘partir, venir, mourir, courir.’

kylian has his hands wrapped around y/n’s waist, y/n’s arm around kylian’s neck. they weren’t making eye contact, but, they were pressed up against each other. in a tight hug as they swayed to the beat.

‘je te dirai que je t’aime.’

kylian lifts his face from the curve in your neck.

“you smell so good.” he whispers in your ear.

a feeling in your stomach began to tumble in at the breathlessness of his voice.

at that time, nothing mattered to the neither of you. forgetting that kylian’s your boss and you’re his personal assistant.

you look at him.

eyes connecting, like always.

“mhm?” you say, looking back into his eyes.

“oui.”

you two just look into each other’s eyes, then at each other’s lips, before the eyes again. their song playing in the back.

at the same time, you two lean in.

‘tais toi, écoute chérie. j’ai pas le temps.’

your lips meet.

one word to describe it: euphoric.

it was intense, but, soft and short. like the feelings they started growing for each other in such a short time.

they pulled back at once, they’re always connected, in sync with each other.

‘courir, partir, venir, mourir.’

kylian is the first to dive back into the kiss with more passion. y/n reciprocated it back. it’s like craving a sweet caramel candy, knowing you shouldn’t eat it because of cavities.

it feels so right, though.

his hands went lower, lightly gripping your bottom before caressing it.

“wait, kylian.” you say backing up from the kiss.

“is everything ok?” he asks concerned, backing up from you to give you space.

“c'était parfait. (it was perfect.)” you answer.

“but, this isn’t right. i’m your personal assistant, kylian.” you continue.

“so? i don’t care about that, obviously. i know this is a drastic change, but i want there to be an us. i’ve been attracted to you since the day i saw you in the psg office. i really wish we could’ve met under better circumstances, but, i still wanna get to know you. we can move at your pace.” he explains, getting closer to you, placing his hand around your waist again.

y/n thinks about it.

‘écoute chérie, c’est maintenant.’

she looks into the eyes of the boy who’s on her mind, all the time.

“i do have a tiny crush on you, sir. we’ll work this out, right?”

“yes, we will.” kylian says, landing his lips onto y/n’s.

a/n (author’s note):

y’all the clutch for this was insaneee, i was so motivated thanks to the kindness i received from dropping écoute chérie part one. i hopeeee y’all enjoy this, it was so fun to write. it’s not completely revised as of rn so if u see any mistakes, it should be fixed in short time. as the saying goes… it’s calm before the storm. ecouté chérie part three is on the way! thank u for reading <333

[mbappeslover]

écoute chérie // kylian mbappé | part one.

kylian mbappé x f! reader.

saw this edit on tiktok, they edited mbappé to écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer and… i fell in love. the song is sooo mbappé.

y/n got the job as kylian’s personal assistant. his previous assistant fired for unknown reasons. y/n had heard about kylian mbappé and his terrible attitude. she wasn’t excited to work with him. but, turns out.. he’s actually not that bad.

read part 2 here.

read the finale here.

credits to the editor: strkvoid on tiktok, they did such an amazing job <3, my favorite mbappé edit.

“y/n y/l/n, you’ve been accepted!” the notification pinged and appeared at the top of your screen. you clicked on it so fast.

one week ago.

“y/n, have you seen this? kylian mbappé’s management is looking for a new personal assistant.” your friend tells you during a phone call.

“oh really?” you ask.

“yes… and, you qualify for it! like a 100 percent. wait, i’m gonna send you the link.”

you received the message and clicked on the link, it was indeed an exclusive offer/application to becoming the footballer’s new personal assistant.

“y/n, you should really go for it. the pay is amazing and i’m sure it’ll be an awesome experience.”

you skim through the countless pages and listing of requirements and benefits the job offered. plus, you were indeed qualified for the job.

“mmm… i don’t know. everyone talks about how much of an asshole kylian mbappé is. how he’s a jackass with a shitty attitude and an unbearable ego, bigger than the universe.” you explain, iffy about this whole thing.

“oh please, it’s not like you’re gonna be all lovey dovey with the guy. imagine how much money you’ll be making. you want to quit your current job right now anyway.” your friend says, trying her hardest to convince you.

you laugh. “okay, you’re right. i’ll call you back, i’m gonna read through all the paper work, submit my résumé and update you on it.”

you weren’t too serious about it, you doubted that you’d actually get the job.

everything just got real. definitely serious.

you got the job, you were on call with the footballer’s management, and you were now getting familiarized with his schedule.

“alright, ms. y/l/n, we’ve spoken through all the things you’ll be needing to do for kylian. i’ve sent you an email of a file that lists all the things you must do for him. now, all we need is for you to sign a few things. it’ll take you about ten minutes. it wasn’t much before but… some things went down. so, we had to make a few arrangements.” kylian’s manager stated.

you just nod taking everything in and trying to process it at once.

you heard the ping from your phone, signaling you got the email.

“okay, perfect. today, i’ll show you around psg and tomorrow you’ll be meeting kylian.”

a tour guide took you around the stadium, briefly explaining different areas and rooms in the building to you.

it was a long day. you were now in bed, aimlessly scrolling on instagram because you couldn’t sleep.

you’re nervous. why?

the athlete you’ll be attending to is possibly the biggest asshole in paris, france and you’re gonna have to deal with it.

you decide to go on his instagram.

“k. mbappé, 94.1m Followers, 389 Following, 1204 posts.”

you click on the first photo presented and begin scrolling down.

in almost all photos he’s smiling, with a caption full of emojis and empowering words.

he looks so… sweet?

is this the same guy with the so-called “bad attitude?”

you fell asleep.

after scrolling through all one thousand, two hundred and four posts by kylian mbappé.

your alarm rang, loudly.

you groaned, getting up to prepare yourself for the day.

after getting dressed, you received a call from kylian’s manager.

“good mornin-“ you tried greeting politely, before cut off.

“good morning dear, i need you here in ten minutes.”

“it’s only 9:00, i was told to be there at 9:30. did something happen?” you ask, exasperated.

“yeah, well, kylian decided to come earlier than we thought and right now, he wants an organic green juice from le juice. it has to be from juicerie.” the manager explains.

“le juice is like fifteen minutes from where i am right now, how will i be able to make it in ten?” you say, slightly panicking.

“well, find a way. mbappé cares about his health, a lot. all that stuff about nutrition and good food is the key to health. if you didn’t know, now you do. be here in ten, please darling!” the managers says in a cheery voice before hanging up.

first day on the job and they were already trying to make the impossible, possible.

you quickly go on the website for le juice and order and paid online for a medium organic green juice for pick-up.

you catch a taxi and head over to le juice. it was a five minute drive because it was still a bit early and the streets hadn’t start to fill yet, luckily.

you ask the taxi driver if they could wait for a quick second while you grab the order from inside.

the taxi driver fussed a bit yet ultimately decided to wait.

again, you were able to swipe up the juice since the shop just opened and customer didn’t pile up in the juice bar.

you hop back in the taxi and make your way to the stadium.

“tsk, your first day on the job and you’re seven minutes late. you better hurry up and get in there.” the manager scolds you once you arrive, outside the office room of psg.

“well, you should’ve told me i would have to be here earlier, you cunt.”

you didn’t actually say that, you thought it, but, you didn’t say it.

you quickly enter the room, with a little a stumble, almost tripping on your own feet. you quickly laugh at how much of a mess you are.

the room is packed, there’s people everywhere, most likely other staff members. you see at the corner of the room, there’s a small crowd of people surrounding something.

you squeeze in between people, trying to find a way through.

“excuse me. yea, sorry. my apologies. let me just squeeze in. i’m sorry.” you murmur out while gliding through the people in the packed room.

that’s when you were faced with him.

he’s exactly like those photos on the internet, a vibrant face, smiling while the people around him asks him questions like how’s his morning, would he like anything to drink, trivial things to simply make conversation. 

the infamous kylian mbappé.

you cleared your throat, put on your most brightest smile and polite voice.

“mr. mbappé, this is your organic green juice.” you say, putting your hand out to give the drink.

the area becomes quiet as the attention shifts on you.

you briefly look around confused.

and the smile that was once on kylian’s face had disappeared.

it was replaced with a hard stoned, cold glare.

“the fuck?” you thought.

he grabs the drink from your hand, not even thanking you before continuing the small talk with staff around him.

you try your hardest not to make a face at his rude behavior.

you brush it off.

literally.

brushing yourself off, taking a deep breath. putting on a polite voice again, you introduce yourself.

“hello, my name is y/n. i’m sure your manager already told you about me, i am your new personal assistant. if you ever need me, for anything, feel free to let me know. that’s my job, of course.” adding in a little humor to lighten the atmosphere, reaching your hand out.

once again, the area of the room goes silent. his smile falls once again and he slowly turns to look at you.

“d'accord. où est ma paille?” (okay. where is my straw?)

the crowd laughs.

you reach out your bag, handing him the straw before walking away.

“the rumors are true. he’s insufferable. literally an asshole. a two-faced scum? who even treats someone like that? no wonder his old assistant left. who’d want to deal with that.” you were now on the phone with your friend who encouraged you to apply.

“y/n, calm down. i know it was frustrating, but, it’s just your first day. at least quit after you get your first check.” your friend said, trying to comfort you.

yea, that’s right. y/n cried. cried very hard. today was extremely difficult.

you followed kylian everywhere, attempting to tend to his needs, but, all he did was be rude or downright ignore you.

“sir, how are you feeling? would you like for me to schedule a massage for you, in case you are feeling tense?” you ask.

“do i look tense to you?”

“mr. mbappé, your manager has informed me that you have a meeting on friday at 3pm.”

“who makes meetings on friday? i’m not going, you’re going. i have to relax.”

“mr. mbappé-“

“please stop bothering me. aren’t you my assistant? why must you keep calling out my name, you’re here to handle my business.”

“i don’t even know what i did to him? why should i get treated like this? it makes no sense.” you complain to your friend.

“i’m sure it’ll get better eventually… hopefully.”

“yea, hopefully.”

it’s been two weeks, working as kylian mbappé’s personal assistant.

to say y/n felt drained would be an understatement.

fourteen endless days of talking to a brick, solid wall.

a brick, solid wall with snarky remarks and a stinky attitude.

“mr. mbappé, your driver is outside waiting for you. he has the specific refreshments you asked for.” y/n says.

“alright, walk me to the car.” he says.

y/n’s concerned because he usually just nods and walks to the car himself.

as the two makes their way to the car, kylian starts conversation.

“your name, y/n, right?”

this is weird.

so weird.

“yes, sir. y/n y/l/n.”

“alright y/n, can you cook?”

“yes, i can cook, why?” y/n questions.

“génial. je veux que tu cuisines pour moi. (great. i want you to cook for me).” kylian says nonchalantly.

y/n stops dead in her tracks as kylian continues to walk.

“so, now i have to cook for this man? really?

well, it is your job…

oh, shut up. i know that!

just saying…” you internally battle with yourself.

he turns around, “well are you coming? i don’t have all day and i’m starving.”

you snap out of it, speed-walking to catch up.

“why are you standing by the door?”

you were in your bosses house. well, it’s not out of the ordinary because you are his personal assistant.

however, this is a drastic jump from a few days ago, when he didn’t even want you near him.

“are you okay, mr. mbappé? it looks pretty bad. i can go get you some soothing gel!”

he hurt himself pretty badly while trying to perform a trick during practice.

“no! i’m fine. don’t touch me, move!”

he spat out, stumbling to get up by himself.

you back up in utter shock.

other staff runs up to offer him support as he limps away.

mbappé’s pov:

his new personal assistant stood at the door, looking like a lost puppy that was left for dead on a rainy night.

kylian knew he was being hard on her, harsh to her. but, he couldn’t let his guard down.

he refused to let history repeat itself.

“why are you standing by the door?” he asks.

y/n seemed to be lost in her thoughts when he said that because she snapped up and made her way into the house after taking off her tory burch sandals.

kylian observed the woman as she subtly looked around the place before making her way to the kitchen.

he couldn’t lie. she was beautiful. she could be on the cover of a makeup magazine because of how natural and pretty her features were.

he wishes he could see her smile. most of the time she wears a frown on her face, sometimes a pout that kylian finds endearing. he wouldn’t show that though. or.. say it, ever.

her hair looked so soft, her voice was so nice on the ear. she had a nice figure, ones of a dancer, delicate, light on the feet.

“mr. mbappé? did you hear what i said? i asked, what exactly would you like for me to cook?” she said. he loved her voice, utterly. like a bee, wanting to drown in honey. he wanted to drown in her voice, listen to it forever.

“call me kylian.”

for some reason, he finds himself wanting to get to know her. get closer to her.

y/n’s pov:

‘oh God, he’s staring.’ you think to yourself.

y/n has made her way to the kitchen after taking in the penthouse. it was so nice and luxurious. she wondered how much or how long she’d have to work before ever living in a place like this.

she began looking in the cabinets, taking out a few pots and pans before realizing her boss didn’t even tell her what he wanted to eat.

“mr. mbappé, what exactly would you like for me to cook.” y/n says, an attempt to ease the tension.

‘he’s still staring. what the hell is wrong with him?’

“mr. mbappé? did you hear what i said? i asked, what exactly would you like for me to cook?” she repeats.

he looks you straight in the eye.

“call me kylian.”

you two continue making eye contact, you thought you’d feel uncomfortable, but, it’s rather… nice? it feels nice. it’s the first he’s ever actually acknowledged you.

you break the eye contact, clearing your throat.

“alright, if you don’t have anything set in mind, i’ll just cook and try to make do with whatever you have here.” you say.

it’s been about 50 minutes and you’re finally done cooking. you made steak & farfalle pasta with creamy tomato sauce.

kylian went into his bedroom since you began cooking and hadn’t come out. but, you did hear faint music coming from his room.

you begin to plate his food nicely, setting it on the kitchen island with a glass cup of ice water.

luckily, you clean along the way while cooking so there wasn’t a mess. you were tired, you wanted to get home and unwind.

you walk up to his bedroom door, about to knock, when the door swings open.

“oh! i was just about to knock. the food is ready.” you say slightly surprised.

he doesn’t say anything.

but, you could care less. your attention shifts to the song being played in the background.

“is that écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer? i love that song so much.” you say excitingly, completely forgetting that you’re at work. technically.

“yeah, it is. i love that song too.” he replies with a small chuckle.

‘did he just chuckle? with me? did kylian mbappé, my rude ass boss. chuckle… with me?’

you smile, looking at the small smile that adorned his face as he chuckled.

you won. you’re winning mbappé over.

mbappé’s pov:

he was in his room, sipping on some expensive red wine from a brewery that gifted him some.

he felt at peace, moments like these to himself. drinking something, listening to music, letting loose.

not only that, but, most likely, he could smell the aroma from the food his personal assistant, y/n was making for him.

its been a little while, he was gonna go check on the food.

his favorite song comes on.

“partir, venir, mourir, courir.”

what a lovely song. he sings to himself, along the chant before making his way to the door.

opening it, there she was.

“oh! i was just about to knock. the food is ready.” she says, obviously a little spooked.

he doesn’t care about that, though. the more he looked at her, the more time he spent around her, the harder it got to suppress his obvious attraction to the woman.

he visibly sees something click in her head as she moves from his sight to get a better hearing of what was being played.

“is that écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer? i love that song so much.” she says.

‘God, she’s so cute.’ he thinks to himself.

“yeah, it is. i love that song too.” he says, trying to hold back the ‘awe’ he wants to say so bad.

she smiles.

kylian felt like his heart could explode.

without absolutely zero exaggeration, she has got to have an award for having the most beautiful smile in the universe.

that smile right there—convinced kylian that he would make it his mission to always see that smile as long as y/n’s around him.

y/n turns around, leading him to his meal.

his stomach grumbles as he lay eyes on the food. it looks delicious. better than any five star michelin restaurant he’s been to. would probably taste better as well.

he’s confused, though. there’s only one plate of food.

he turns to y/n.

“where’s your food?”

“oh, i only made food for you, sir-“

“kylian, call me kylian.”

“yes, i’m sorry, kylian.”

“i’m gonna wait here for you to finish your food so i can wash your plate, then i’ll be out your hair, if that’s fine with you, kylian.”

he knows he can’t just let her leave like that.

he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he thinks he knows what he wants.

“that’s fine. come sit down.” he says, pulling out the chair next to him.

y/n hesitantly makes her way and gets seated. kylian slides over the glass of ice water to her.

“no, it’s for you.” y/n explains.

“i know, but, just drink it. i have some wine in my room.”

“okay, do you want me to go get it and pour some out for you?” y/n says, about to make her way there when kylian gently pulls her down.

“no, no, it’s fine. relax.” he says.

kylian begins eating, almost scarfing the food down.

y/n takes a sip of the water while looking at him eat.

“is it good?” y/n asks.

he stops for a second, chewing and swallowing what’s in his mouth.

“very. best meal i’ve had in a long time, y/n. thank you.” he says with a genuine smile on his face.

y/n smiles back before bringing the glass cup up to her lips and drinking some more water.

“so, y/n, how old are you?” he says, finishing up his food.

“i turned 24 a few months ago.” y/n says.

“really? i turned 24 a few months ago as well.”

“i know that, you’re the star of france.” y/n says with a small smile on her face.

he smiles at her again.

y/n couldn’t take it.

‘this is awfully weird. why is he being so… nice. it was concerning.’ she thinks to herself.

silence takes over the room and the only sound being the fork hitting against the glass plate as kylian takes a bite of the pasta.

“kylian, why are you so mean to me?”

“y/n, i know i haven’t been the nicest to you…”

they say at the same time. they both laugh.

“you go first.” kylian offers to y/n.

“alright, i was asking. why are you so mean to me? did i do.. something.”

kylian sighs deeply, “no y/n, you did nothing wrong, but, a lot happened before that’s making me like that towards you. just know i don’t mean it.” he explain.

“well, what happened?”

“i’ll tell you later.” kylian says finishing the food.

y/n took the plate and glass cup, made her way to the sink and began washing the dishes.

y/n wondered, what was on his mind. what was he thinking about.

too deep in thought to not see her boss, kylian. staking right next to her, leaning on the countertop.

she finishes cleaning the plate and cup.

she turned to her left, her soul jumping out her chest.

“kylian! why are you always sneaking up on people.” y/n said, laughing off the remaining shock with a hand over her heart.

“sorry, sorry, i just like looking at you.” he laughs.

y/n laughs too.

“oh really?”

“OH? REALLY?” she says backtracking because it registered to y/n what he said.

“yes. you’re beautiful.” he says, stepping a teeny closer to the beautiful woman in front of him.

y/n blushes.

“the food was really good as well. i really wish you would’ve ate with me.” he says.

“i’m just your assistant. i don’t want to break any of your boundaries. i respect you.” y/n says.

“i respect you.” kylian replays it in his head.

he already had a slight crush on y/n, but, this was different.

he has a crush on y/n.

“wow, you’re making me feel like shit for treating you the way i did. i respect you, too. say, come over again tomorrow. if you make me something to eat again, i’ll tell you what happened.” he says with a smile on his face.

y/n remains silent. she was thinking.

‘is kylian mbappé flirting with me?’

there’s no way.

yes there is! look at the way he’s looking at you. he wants you!’ you weigh out to yourself.

kylian think it’s adorable. the way y/n constantly looks like a lost puppy.

he bends down a bit, leveling himself to y/n’s height to get her attention.

“everything alright in there?” kylian says.

y/n seems to still be in deep thought when kylian giggles.

he takes his index finger, placing it underneath y/n’s chin, lifting it up.

he looks her in the eye.

he wants to kiss her, her lips look so soft. he’s 100% sure if their lips were to simply graze across one another, he’d still love it. be addicted to it.

y/n looks back into his eyes, feeling her heart beat and her stomach start to flutter.

“deal or no deal?” kylian says as he tilts his head to the side.

y/n eyes drops to kylian’s lips. they were the perfect size and naturally protruded out.

she imagined how it’d feel. probably like a pillow, or, maybe a marshmallow.

y/n eyes make its way back to kylian’s.

she made up her mind.

“deal.” she says before gently removing his finger from her chin. she gathered her bags and made her way to the door, kylian following right behind.

she slipped on her sandals as kylian unlocked & opened the door.

y/n walks out, before turning to kylian who stood by the door.

“goodnight.”

“goodnight.”

they say together.

the two laugh.

“till next time then, goodnight mr. mbappé.” y/n says.

“it’s kylian and i’ll call you tomorrow. make sure you answer. goodnight, y/n.” he says, smiling.

a/n (author’s note):

i am confident in this at all.. i feel like it could be way better but i wanted to hurry and publish something to whoever’s waiting. i’ve been so busy and tired with school :,(. it was supposed to only have one part but i didn’t wanna rush the plot too much.

i tried something new with the whole “pov” thing. and, i hope it’s not too confusing because i switch from 2nd point of view to 3rd a lot.

i guarantee part 2 will be more exciting than this. thanks for reading!

[mbappeslover]

please please please write more mbappe x readers they are so so good, you’re literally my fav writer. have a great day! <3

this is the sweetest thing ever <33 i’m legit about to cry, omg :(( i make these fics just for fun but the love i’ve been receiving is tremendous and it warms my heart. i will be dropping a new fic in two days!!! i’ll try my best to finish it fast but i don’t wanna rush it so it loses its quality. feel free to request any stories/plots, any footballer. i love you anonymous, and i love the readers who took time to read my fics! thank you 100x times.

[mbappeslover]

i love you.

mbappé x f! reader.

y/n bleaches her best friend of five years, kylian, hair. who knew bleaching hair could be so romantic?

yet again, another friends to lovers. there’s nothing better than that istg lmfao.

songs to listen to while reading this: sure thing by miguel, new person, same old mistakes by tame impala, and looking out for you by joy again.

made this @ 4 am, enjoy.

“are you sure about this, kylian? you do know that you have to bleach your hair multiple times to achieve this color.” you ask unsure.

you were on the way to the hair store with your bestfriend of five years, kylian mbappé.

he wanted to celebrate his 19th birthday by dyeing his hair white and instead of going to a salon, he wanted you to dye it. the reason as to why? well, he thought it’d just be fun.

“yes, y/n. you asked me this a hundred times. i am 100% sure. i, kylian mbappé wants you, y/n y/l/n, to dye my hair white.” he says chuckling while opening the door of the hair store for you to enter.

you mutter out a quick thank you to him and he nods in response.

ten minutes later.

“alright, this is everything. the bleach, toner, mixing bowl, and gloves. you ready?” you ask, laying everything out on the bathroom counter.

“yea, i’m ready.” kylian says rolling his gaming chair into the bathroom.

“your gonna sit on that?”

“uh, yea.” he says in a ‘duh’ tone.

“why do you still have your shirt on? it’s a nice shirt, take it off.” you slightly scold him because he should know better.

“i’ve never bleached my hair before, i didn’t know, relax mom.” he says in a mocking tone before swiftly removing his shirt.

you couldn’t help yourself.

okay, you knew kylian had a nice body. but, he’s your friend. you remember when he was scrawny, awkward and had like a million posters up of cristiano ronaldo like a loser.

he wasn’t that same young mbappé. also, he was an athlete, a football player. he was lean yet broad. his muscles were so defined.

“what the fuck.” you whisper to yourself. you basically just eye-fucked your bestfriend.

you snap out of your head to see kylian smirking at you.

“like what you see?” he says while wiggling his eyebrows.

“oh shut up, mbappé. i don’t.”

“are you sure because it looked like you were gonna start drooling any moment now.” he says, smirking.

“i hope you do know i have the ability to mess up your hair, right?” you say, shifting your weight on your hand on your hip.

“okay, alright y/n, i’m sorry. please do not mess up my hair.” he says, holding both of his hands together while pouting.

“ew, stop it. you look ugly.” you say, laughing at his now offended face.

“okay, do my hair now, you little shit.” he says jokingly.

you begin the mixing process for the bleach and developer as kylian turns on his ‘chill’ playlist.

the first song that plays is ‘sure thing’ by miguel. kylian immediately starts grooving to the beat with a small smile decorating his face.

you look at him and smile, your best friend is truly your best friend. he knows all the ways to your heart.

he sees you looking and begins to sing the lyrics to you.

‘i got faith in you and i, so put your pretty little hand in mine.’ he sings along with the song while pointing at you.

he’s so cute.

you throw him the middle finger, he laughs, the song continues to play as you two subtly hum along the tune.

“alright, let’s paint this bad boy on you.” you say sliding on the gloves and positioning yourself in front of kylian.

you spread vaseline around his hairline and ears.

you begin applying the mixture at the top of his head, as it is easily accessible.

a new song begins to play, ‘new person, same old mistakes’ by tame impala.

kylian randomly sets his hand on your waist. he’s always like this, touchy. so it didn’t seem out of the ordinary.

‘will i be in too deep? going with what i always longed for.’

“for support.” he blurts out. feeling the need to explain, for some reason.

“okay…?” you chuckle.

a few moments passed when kylian begins to slightly tap on your waist with his index finger to the beat of the song.

“hm, that feels nice.” you say thoughtlessly.

“mmm, it does?” he says agreeing.

you reach the spots that are near his sensitive spots.

“hold on, ky. lift your head up a bit.” you say bending your knees slightly, trying to cover the spots with bleach without accidentally getting it on his skin.

“you can sit on me, if you want.”

‘in a new direction, so how will i know i’ve gone too far?’

“you sure?” you ask, taken aback by the sudden offer.

“yeah, come here, i don’t bite.” he says, removing his hands from your waist, patting his empty lap.

kylian is just your best friend, best friends do this all the time. it’s nothing. you’re just sitting on his lap.

you get closer, opening your legs more before situating yourself onto his lap.

it’s warm, kylian’s warm.

his hands make his way up to your thighs, holding onto them while you make sure you are seated on his lap properly.

“what are you doin-“ you’re quick to ask. but, cut off by kylian.

“are you comfortable? is this alright? just making sure you don’t fall off.” he says making the mistake of looking you in the eye.

when you’re with kylian, everything feels warm. your cheeks feel warm, your heart feels warm, and the world feels light. your heart, it flutters.

you look back into his eyes. those eyes you grew to love. those clear, beautiful dark brown eyes. you two just stare at each other. the air in the room taking a dramatic shift.

before you can ask, he beats you to it.

“y/n, can i kiss you?” he says, voice cracking a bit. he was obviously nervous.

you look at him with so much tenderness and… love?

setting the bowl of bleach down on the counter, you answer him.

“yes, mbappé, i want you to kiss me.” you say, smiling. you usually never smile this big, the times you did; it was because of your best friend, kylian mbappé.

he dives right in.

first, a small peck, like when you’re at an ice cream shop and they give you those small spoons for you try out an ice cream flavor. just testing it out.

he pulls back and looks at you for approval, in case you wanted to back out.

then, he goes all in. holding your waist, caressing it a bit as he kisses you like his life depends on it. you bring both of your arms behind his neck, your body goes limp. you feel a swipe of tongue on your lips, his hand trails down to your bottom, gripping on it. you gasp.

bad idea.

he slips his tongue in and loses control. he drags his tongue against yours, basically wrestling. stopping in the middle sometimes to admire you, giving you a peck before diving right back in again. softly & playfully biting down on your lip, he pulls back, licking his lips and staring at you.

you two, breathless.

the only thing in the room right now is the terrible smell of bleach, the sound of heavy breathing coming from the both of you, and ‘looking out for you’ by joy again leaking from the speaker of kylian’s phone.

you feel something poking your bottom.

you get up from his lap immediately, grabbing the bowl and impulsively begin applying bleach to the rest of his hair.

you hear a sigh leave your best friend’s mouth.

‘when will you start looking out for me too. instead of leaving me staring at my shoes?’

“y/n.” he says.

…

“y/n.”

…

“y/n, i love you.”

you freeze.

you continue to ignore him.

“all set, it already began to lighten your hair, look. i’m still gonna cover it with a bag to speed up the process though.” you say, acting obliviously.

he’s quiet, so you face him. he looks so… sad. it makes your heart hurt. you quickly wrap the plastic bag on his head.

‘i’m all choked up on my own throat, i guess there is no hope.’

“oh yea, where’d you learn to kiss like that? it was like the best kiss i’ve ever received.” you said, forcing out an awfully fake laugh.

he only glares at you.

“not funny? okay…”

“yea, also, the only kiss. we both know you’ve never kissed anyone before.” he spits out.

“not true.” you scoff.

“yea it is.” he says, standing up and pining you in between the wall and himself.

“woah, calm down. are you gonna hit me because i didn’t say i love you back? fine, i love you, kylian, my best friend forever.” you say, smiling playfully.

‘it’s the same old situation, you’ve always got me waiting.’

“c’mon, i’m serious y/n. who kisses their best friend like that? i see how you look at me and you know how i love you. i want you, y/n. i know you want me too.” he says, a bit defeated.

you can’t hold up the mask anymore, you begin to tear up. you are utterly in love with your best friend of five years and you can’t hide it.

he tips his head lower and sees your eyes watering up, he smiles. he knows how much of a crybaby you are.

“of course stupid, i want you so bad.” you say, smiling as he wipes away your stray tears.

“you know, i’d take you more seriously if you didn’t have a bag on your head and a massive boner right now.” you both laugh.

“the things you do to me, you know, you should help me with this. it’s your fault.” he says jokingly.

you playfully smack his arm with a huge smile on your face.

‘she’s beaming that smile, all the while.’

“sure. but, you’ll have to teach me. now come on, let’s wash this bleach off.” you say winking at him and turning around to turn the faucet on.

“i love you so much, y/n.” he says wrapping his arms around you from behind and leaving soft kisses down your neck.

“i love you too, mbappé.” you say, turning yourself around, holding his face and leaving pecks all over.

later that night.

you were done with his hair, it came out perfectly. exactly how he wanted it. you took many photos of him, you had a whole album of pictures that you’ve taken of kylian throughout the years. how could you not tell how in love you were with him?

you guys were now in bed, snuggled up together.

just comfortable silence and warmth.

“by the way, that was my first kiss as well.” he admits.

“really? no way. you’re lying.” you exclaim, turning around to face him.

“nah, maybe i’m just a natural.” he says pointing out his bottom lip and tilting his head with confidence.

you giggle.

but, stop to see a serious look adorned on your best friend’s face.

“i could say it a million times, i really love you, y/n. i wanna give the world to you. you’re so beautiful, prettiest girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on. i love your humor, the way you laugh. the way you take care of me, the way you annoy me. you’ll always be my best friend. even when you become my girlfriend.”

he’s so sweet, you could burst. he really loves you, you look at him with so much love.

“what makes you so sure i’ll be your girlfriend?” you respond jokingly.

“will you be my girlfriend, y/n y/l/n?”

“duh.”

he laughs, kissing all over your face and tickling you.

“you’re the best birthday gift ever.”

took me like a whole week to drop a new fic, i apologize </3. i’m working on like two fics right now with veryyy detailed plots so they’re taking a while to complete. ty for reading!

[mbappeslover]

spread thin.

mbappé x f!reader. childhood friends, enemies to lovers. they’re both 18.

i wrote this book with the song spread thin by mariah the scientist in mind. so, for the best experience, read this book while… listening to spread thin by mariah the scientist.

“papa, are you serious?! do i really have to train with.. with her?” kylian fussed as you looked around exhausted.

you guys haven’t even started the match yet, but kylian’s attitude began tiring you out. it was a bright and hot day in paris as well. you wanted to finish this match and head home.

“kylian, it’s final. just do one round with y/n. i have no idea why you’re making this such a big deal.” kylian’s dad said while walking off into the shade.

“yeah, why is it a big deal, mbappé? are you scared to lose to a girl.” you said in a mocking tone.

kylian switched his focus onto you. he looked angry.

“what did you say?” he said, marching up to you with speed and stopping a few centimeters from you.

he looked so silly being extremely worked up over having to play one round of football with you.

you were amused by all of this. so, your lips curled into a sly smile.

“are we about to kiss right now, mbappé?”

he noticed the close proximity you two happened to be and backed away immediately.

“you fucking wish, y/l/n.” he spat out before storming away.

you just laughed because you always knew just the right words that’d throw him over the edge, it worked every single time.

a few hours later.

you were home now, taking a nice, hot shower at the end of the day after practice was like an award. scrubbing away all of that dirt and sweat. feeling clean is the best.

you got out the shower and began moisturizing yourself with your signature vanilla bean & coconut scented lotion— when you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

“who is it?”

“it’s kylian.”

you froze.

kylian? what’s he doing here…?

“one second!” you shout out and quickly throw on your sleeping clothes: nike shorts with a gray cropped tank top.

you opened the door to an awkward looking kylian.

“hey…?” you said before turning around to lay on your bed and checking your phone for any messages.

a few seconds go by and it’s complete silence, so, you turn around, sitting up crisscrossed and kylian is still standing by the door, scratching his head while analyzing your room.

“are you just gonna stand there, mbappé?” you ask in a dry tone.

“well, you never told me i could come in.” he shot back at you.

“see kylian, that’s your problem. you randomly began acting so weird towards me. what happened to us? when did it ever get like this. we used to be so close.” you exclaimed.

he sighed, closing the door behind him before settling himself on your bed next to you.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” kylian said while looking you in the eye.

you broke the eye contact, you never could withstand his stares. his eyes. you knew this talk would come sooner or later. you thought you were prepared but, right now, your throat began to close up, eyes began to sting and it was getting harder for you to stay calm.

he shuffled closer to you.

“y/n, can you please look at me?”

you didn’t budge, scooting over more till you couldn’t anymore. avoiding his presence.

complete silence took over the room. you felt the bed get lighter and footsteps.

that’s right, kylian is a coward. all he does is run away from his problems and cries like a little bab-

“you really are a headache y/n, you know that, right?” he breathed out.

you snapped your head towards him so fast, ready to throw a rebuttal but before you could register what was happening…

warmth engulfed you.

“are you serious kylian?! get off of me." you bursted out laughing.

kylian just tackled you and was now holding you in the biggest bear hug ever. all the previous tension, now evaporated from the atmosphere.

“no, not until you look at me… and let me talk.” he said, lifting his face from your chest and pouting.

“you big baby, get off of me. right now!” you said, smiling so hard, ear from ear.

he sighed hard yet again before unleashing you from the hug and rolling off to the side.

a few seconds past by and everything settled down.

he propped himself onto his hand while looking, admiring you.

“i’m serious, y/n. i am so sorry. everything just happened so fast. when we were younger, i didn’t see you in any way. just a friend, my bestest friend. but then, we started getting older and.. i didn’t see you that way anymore. it was scary, i didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. so, i just thought maybe if i distanced myself, my feelings for you would go away.” he said.

he took a moment to get his thoughts together, licked his lips, looked you in the eye with so much… passion. before continuing.

“obviously that didn’t work.” he chuckled. kylian looked so cute that you couldn’t help, but, to giggle at his cuteness and how vulnerable he was being with you right now.

“y/n, i love you. i love how you don’t take shit from anyone. i love your curly hair that smells like castor oil and coconut. i love how care free you are. i love your smile and your goofy little laugh. i love how strong you are, how competitive you can get. i’ve been in love with you since we were 10, y/n.”

the tears fell out so fast, you couldn’t help it.

kylian panicked. “did i do something wrong, mon amour, why are you crying? i’m sorry.” he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, wiping off your tears.

“shut the fuck up.” you said sniffling.

you looked into his eyes, again. kylian looked at you with so much love in his eyes, his beautiful eyes that hold. so much light. you tilt his chin down towards you.

“you know, i hate you.. so much, mbappé.” you said before connecting his lips to yours.

you both loosen up into the kiss, he holds onto your waist, squeezing it a little tight. you wrap your arms around his neck and slip your tongue into his mouth.

he gasps but regains his composure.

“what an idiot.”

you think.

“he’s my idiot, though.”

you smile into the kiss.

kylian lifts you onto his lap and kisses you deeper.

let’s say… y/n & mbappé had quite the time.

and yes, they’re together. happily.

i hope you enjoyed this, it’s my first fic so let me know in the comments if it’s good or bad. i take all sorts of criticism. this is simply for fun. also, i take requests so leave them in the comments.