#Kylian mbappe oneshot

[spidybaby]

Dull Shine

Summary: The circumstances might have dulled the shine she had. Feeling empty even with his company.

Warnings: cursing.

Part Two

"What do you think about this?"

You turn your head away from your phone, looking at him up and down. "I like it, but maybe the black and white Jordan's?"

He nods, walking back into the closet and changing his shoes. You look at him while he does that.

It's like a routine for him, going back from training, quick visit to his mom or dad, going home to shower, and getting ready to go out.

He's been trying to spend as much as he can with his friends, Hakimi, Dembele and the team. They like to hit the club in a vip area, the other invite girls who look like the typical hooker.

You didn't worry about it, Kylian is not a cheater. He barely even acknowledged the girls. He likes to go there to be with the team.

"What about now?" He poses, showing you the fit and pulling his leg up your nightstand. "Do I look good?"

"Like a million dollar baby," you smile. Watching him get all cocky at the praise. "I feel like I should be worried. You're going out looking like this." You joke.

You walk over to him, smacking his ass in a playful way. He turns to you, smiling, wrapping his hands around your body.

"You know you're my only one." He kiss your neck. "If you want, you can come with me." He smiles into your skin. "Think about it," He says, kissing your neck again and pulling away to walk into the bathroom.

You are thinking about it, but you can't help but think of how the other girls go to those places. Dressed in the most expensive things, the best type of jewels, Cartier, Van Cleef, their expensive Louboutin or YSL heels.

You don't have that. You worked a nine to five job that didn't allow you to get the designer things.

You moved to Paris to study, wanting to get a better future for yourself. You were still paying some debt from your college.

Kylian begged you to move in with him a year into your relationship. You accepted only with the condition of him letting you help with some bills.

He obviously didn't allowed that. Letting you believe that you were going to help but in reality he was taking care of the two of you.

You never accepted his money. You loved your little job. It was not much, but it was enough for you.

You look into your things, finding a pair of cargos, and a backless bodysuit. You liked the combo, and you know he would too.

You weren't so sure about the shoes, you usually wear the outfit with some Jordan's to match him.

"I like that look." He says as you enter the bathroom, you smile, grabbing your makeup and lightly applying some.

"You look like a billion dollar baby, now." He says, kissing your cheek. "And what better way to match your look than with this."

He hands you a black box with a golden bow. You already know that there's something extravagant inside the box.

"Amour, we talked about this." You say, applying gloss. "What did we say?"

He rolls his eyes. "No gifts without consulting first."

"And what did you do?" You smile a little.

"Getting you something that my heart told me you would love." He left the box in the bed, walking over to you. "It will go amazing with your outfit, mon amour, s'il te plaît."

You sigh, nodding your head. You walk over him, kissing his cheek and thanking him. "Let's see." You fake a smile.

What you can't help but feel bad is the way he smiles that he has. He loves giving you things.

You pull a black Saddle Bag from Dior. you love it, you were trying to save for this bag for some time, always having some sort of problem and needing to use the money.

"Come here." He pulls your arm, walking you to the tall mirror in the closet. He grabs the bag from your hands. Positioning it on your shoulder. "What do you think?"

You feel bad from how much you love the bag and the way it goes with your clothes. "Thank you." You smile, turning around to hug him and kiss him.

"Now what if you put your things inside and we go meet my friends?"

You nod, kissing him one last time. You grab your bag, moving your things. You look at yourself one last time before joining him in the living room.

You were his designated driver since he didn't have a license. He picked one of his less extravagant cars, not wanting to call the attention.

The first person you see is Achraf, he was talking with this pretty brunette. "Don't let him trick you, he's still married." Kylian jokes, knowing that will make Hakimi awkward.

"I'm not, don't believe him."

The girl only nods, laughing and kissing Kylian's cheek. "Bonjour to you too."

"Y/n, come here." Achraf stands up, hugging your figure. "This idiot finally convinced you to come, so amazing."

You smile, smelling the alcohol in his breath. "I finally left the crib." You laugh.

"Pamela, this is Y/n." He introduced the girl to you. "She's Kylian's girlfriend. She's so amazing, talk with her." He push your shoulder down, making you take a seat next to her.

You felt uncomfortable, the girl clearly didn't like that either. You turn to see kylian and Achraf talking with Marqhinhos and Vitinha.

One waiter gets close to them, Kylian turns to you. "Something you want to drink, bébé?" He kisses the top of your head.

"Whatever you're having." He nods, turning and leaving you again with the very judgy girl. "I like your nails." You say, trying to start some conversation.

She scuffed, turning to you. "Where's Emma?"

"Emma?" You ask confused. "As Kylian's ex-girlfriend Emma?"

She nods, looking you up and down. "Yeah, I miss her."

You didn't answer, getting up to go next to Kylian.

"Hey, you left my girl alone." Achraf says.

"Your girl's an asshole." You say to him, making Kylian laugh. "You really suck at picking, Haki."

The rest of the night was good. You didn't feel like leaving Kylian's side, and he didn't seem to mind.

Once you're home, you find yourself next to him in the bathroom, both preparing to sleep. "We should go out again. It was fun." You nod, finishing with washing your teeth.

You felt so out of place tonight. All these girls, all these drinks and other substances. You didn't feel like doing all that again.

You didn't belong to his world. You were used to parties back in college, but the type of being in your pj's and drink cheap alcohol from a cup.

You can't get used to the extremely overpriced drink he likes, the extremely overpriced restaurants, trips, clothes.

You turn to him. He was applying some cream, too concentrated to mind the way you're questioning yourself.

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"You have to be joking," Celine says. "That can't be real."

"I can't make this up. That freaking girl asked me where his ex was." You laugh, passing her another dress.

"Look at the bright side. She's just a one night stand, and you're the girlfriend."

You two share a good laugh. Celine is your boss, you started working for her in your second year living in Paris.

You loved her, and she loved you. That's why even when Kylian offered to find you something closer to where he lived, you said no.

She trusted you even when you barely understood French. She helped you and taught you a lot.

She has her own brand. It was very successful. She dressed so many french models and football wags. Like Antonella and Bruna.

She's not the type of designer to order and sit around her company. She loves her stores and mostly hangs around with you on the one you work.

"Well, at least you had fun."

"I don't know." You say honestly. "I feel so weird when I'm at these places."

"I used to feel the same, but it's all in your head. You do belong there, with him." You nod, smiling at her. "Now go. I got a fitting, and I'll close the store." You nod, saying your goodbyes.

You walk for a while, trying to de-stress. You text Ethan, sending him a pic of the cinema poster that's outside a mall.

You missed hanging with him now that he's more involved with football and practicing. But you were proud because he and Kylian were playing together.

When you get to Kylians house, you see Brice there. He was doing something with your boyfriends head.

"Getting Cinderella ready for the dance?" You joke, taking a seat in the coach next to where he's seated.

They laugh, explaining that the little trim was because of the party the club does for their foundation. They have an auction in order to raise money to help the foundation.

"You have your dress ready? Maybe I can get a tie to match you." He asks, looking at you.

You freeze, you forgot to think about a dress, even tho he told you about this a while ago. You even wrote in your notes to look at some dresses.

"Wait, when did you say was the party?" You ask, trying not to show your worries.

"In two days, mon amour."

You nod, excusing yourself to go upstairs. You can't help but panic, you did forget about getting a dress.

You see into your dresses, nothing is up for the occasion, nothing says exclusive party with extremely rich people.

You chat with your friend, asking her if you can borrow a dress from her. Sadly for you, her dresses were all short ones. And the party attire is long formal.

You search online for dresses, but all of them were way too expensive for your budget. You didn't want to ask Kylian for money.

Also, you didn't want to admit that you forgot about the party and that you didn't have anything to wear.

"I feel so dumb." You say to Celine. "I forgot about the party, and now I'll have to admit that I don't have a dress."

"Why don't you take one of the dresses we have?" She asks, confused.

You look at her, ironing some dresses. "As much as I love your dresses. I can't afford them."

"Aren't you dating the footballer who earns the most in Europe?"

You hate that reaction, Kylian wins his own money, but that wasn't yours to waste or to use.

"You say it. He's the one earning that money." You go back to ironing. "I think I'll just skip this. It's no big deal." You shrug.

She nods, walking over to the back. You can hear her opening something and moving things around. When she's back, she's holding a gorgeous orange and yellow dress

"I made this for a French singer. She never got to wear it. I think I can let you borrow it." She smiles.

You looked at the dress, it was beautiful, a classic figure and the colors were subtle, nothing crazy just beautiful.

"Are you sure?"

"Just keep the tags. They are there for reference of the model and size." She hands it over to you. "I think it will fit."

You smile, hugging her tightly. "I can't thank you enough for all you do for me."

She shakes her head no. "You can thank me by taking a picture with him and having him tag me."

You nod, smiling like crazy because now you can wear something pretty to the party. "I'll make him post a solo picture of me just to thank you." You laugh, hugging her again.

When you got off work, you asked Kylian if his chauffeur could pick you up. You weren't going to take public transportation with a borrowed dress.

"Bonjour madame." Kylian smiles, pulling his window down. "You asked for a ride."

"Did I?" You acted confused. "Well, I asked my boyfriend to pick me up, but since he's not here, can you give me a ride?"

He opens the door to get off the car. Closing the door and opening it again. "Ladies first." He says, a very deep tone to look more serious. "Careful with the head."

He joins you in the back of the car. Kissing your cheek as he lays his head on your shoulder. "Thank you for picking me up." You grab his hand and kiss it.

k.mbappe

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psg 💙❤️✨️

ethanmbappe love is in the air 😩🤪

celinedesigns the outfits 😍✨️

achrafhakimi where's the picture we took? 😔

"Oh great, Achraf brought his side chick." Carol says, rolling her eyes at the sight of Pamela.

"So I'm not the only one who doesn't like her." Alessia laughs.

"No, this one right here also dislikes her." Caron elbow you, you scuff.

You turn your head to where Hakimi and Pamela are, they are chatting with Marquinhos and Donnarumma.

"She asked me if I could bring her some wine the other day at the barbecue Marcos organized. When I told her it was a self serve kinda thing, she told me nannies aren't supposed to bother the guests and just follow orders."

You and Alessia just laugh, that girl definitely had the nerve to think she was better than others.

"Talking about drinks, I'm going to get one more, you guys coming?" They shake their heads, lifting their half full drinks. "I'll be back."

You walk over to the bar, ordering a cocktail. You feel someone tap your shoulder.

"I like your dress." Pamela says, ordering a drink. You nod smiling. "So Haki and Kyky are friends."

You squint your eyes at the nicknames. "Yes, I noticed that." You sarcastically say. "Also, I think the whole city of France knows that."

"What I'm saying is, I'm here to stay." She gets closer. "And I don't want us fighting, our men's are friend. We can be too."

You turn your head at where Kylian is, even tho he's leaving the team. You know Achraf is a very important person in his life.

"I like your dress too."

"Thank you, it's Versace." She smiles. "Where's yours from?"

"Celine."

"Oh, I didn't knew they did discounts."

You choke on your drink. The audacity of her to say that with the biggest smile like it's nothing.

"They don't."

"Well, Haki told me you work in retail, very Georgina of you." She scuffed. "And let's be honest, unless Kylian bought that for you or they gifted you the dress, I don't think your nine to five allows you to get expensive brands, with the way you dress regularly."

You stare at her, wanting to wipe that stupid grind off her face with a slap.

"Emma used to buy that brand all the time, I get you want to he like her, just don't make it that obvious." She laughs.

You smile. You weren't going to make a scene there like she hoped for. "Well, if you care to know that much, Celine herself gave me this dress to wear tonight. She's a good friend."

"Yeah, sure." She turns back to the bar.

You grab your drink, not wanting to spend more time with her. Just before you left, you got closer to her.

"Talking about copycats, maybe look in the mirror because Hiba's whole wardrobe was Versace. But not from the rack like yours, she knew Donatella."

You don't even walk back with the other wags, you walk into the bathroom trying to calm your anger.

Why did she think that because you have a regular job you were less. Yes, you couldn't afford a dress like the one you're wearing and maybe you couldn't do all the things Kylian does for you. But you were happy with your job, you liked being down to earth.

You wipe the tears that your anger made you let out. Not wanting for all the girls or even her to look at you like that, you walk out, trying to get some air.

After some time of not seeing you, Kylian asked Alessa where you were. She answered with a shoulder shrug.

You walked back into the venue at the right time. He walks faster to you. "Amour, where were you?" He kiss your cheek.

"I was taking air, needed it." You half smile. "Maybe I'll ask the chauffeur to take me to your house. I'm tired."

If there's something he used to do, it was reading you like an open book. You missed that. The way he would tell something was wrong before you even did.

"I'll just wait a little more because of the club bosses." He kiss you quickly. "I'll ask my bodyguard to accompany you to the car."

You nod, walking quickly to the table to say goodbye to your friends. Saying the same excuse. You're tired, but not physically, you are tired mentally.

From all the pressure you put yourself into. Even when you want to try, you can't do it. You don't feel like you belong to his world.

You change into your pajamas, as you wash your face and do your routine. You can't help but feel anger at the words of Pamela.

You looked at the dress before turning the closet light off. She was right. You couldn't afford it. You were playing Cinderella with it.

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"Are you sure you don't want me to pay for the dry cleaning?" You ask again. "It's the least I can do, just let me-"

"Honey, since you wore that dress, my lines are going crazy for the same style in different colors." She smiles, taking the dress from your hands. "Actually, when did you say was the ballon d'or?" She laughs

"Not until a few months." You laugh with her.

"I think it's enough time to design something just for you. But that would be me as a brand, this was me as a friend."

You thank her again, turns out wearing her dress made not only the signer but other models want the dress.

You felt special when she told you that, asking you to help her with the online orders, even when she had a team she trusted you with her life.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Coffee is on me, by the way."

"Hey. Take tomorrow off, I think you deserve it after how hard you work."

You nod, saying your goodbyes and leaving the store. You got to your favorite coffee shop, getting yourself a treat.

Kylian asked you to pick up his mother's birthday gift, giving you his card and telling you to go crazy if you wanted.

"I called the bank and told them Ma femme is going crazy with the plastic." he says before leaving to practice. "If it's something like a bag, she wants it in blue."

You tried to find something blue because that's what she asked. You know she likes jewelry too. Maybe both can be nice.

You text Kylian a picture of the options you have. He was in a meeting with Luis Enrique, and they were creating a plan for the UCL game.

You walk out of the store with the bag for Fayza, moving to Cartier to get her some jewelry, maybe a necklace.

You get a pair of earrings and a necklace to match. You know she will like it, you and her have similar taste in clothes, bags and jewelry.

Kylian texted you to get him a bucket hat from Louis Vuitton. He wanted one for a long time, and now that you're out and about.

You picked two for him, a black one and a white one. You text asking if that will be all or if he would like something else.

You check the store, finding a cute Alma Nano bag that in your eyes was so cute, You think about what he says, you can spend as much as you want on his mom gift and if you want something you can pick anything.

You text Kylian a picture asking if he likes the bag. You were questioning if you should or not.

"Madame, I'll go get the hat you requested. I'll be right back." the sales girl says to you. "You can wait on the couch, or you can keep looking around."

You nod, looking around the store for something else. Eyes going back to the bag.

"Oh God, you're here." You hear someone saying. "If you're filling applications, I need a maid." Pamela laughs.

Her hands were full of designer brands. You smirk when you see the Versace one. "Trying to fill Hibas side of the closet, I see."

She rolls her eyes. The knife digging hard on her with all the ex-wife jokes. You enjoy the way her face turns kinda red.

She was about to say something. The sales girl interrupts her. "Madame, I have the items upfront per your request."

"Merci, I'll be right there." You pass Pamela, ignoring her for the sake of your evening. "Can I add this bag to my bill, please."

You pay for the things, getting out of the store without paying mind to Pamela. You didn't need her to ruin your mood.

The chauffeur was waiting for you, Kylian texted you to go pick him up after picking you up.

"Hello, sunshine." You smile as he opens the door of his car. "Long time no see, Mister Mbappe."

"Like what?" He asks, following your joke. "It's been like five years, isn't it?"

"So long, Paris." You dramatically say. "I got you your hat, two actually."

He kiss you hello, seeing the bags in the front seat. "Perfect, I can look fancy at the beach."

You two chat about his day during the way home. Kylian was excited about the ucl game and you loved that for him.

You two walk with the bags, well, he did. You carry his toiletry bag. "So you want to make something for dinner together?" You ask, leaving his things at the entrance of the house.

He nods, searching for a tutorial on something he's been wanting to do for a long time. You collect the ingredients, helping him with the preparation.

"Tomorrow we are invited to Hakimi's sister birthday party." He says, opening the oven and leaving the food there. "It's going to be at Hakimi's."

You think about the whole Pamela situation. You know you want to tell Kylian about it, but you're not sure if you want to ruin his mood today or ruin the whole invitation thing.

You think about it while you finish with the salad. You hate confrontation and you hate creating an opportunity for her to bother you some more.

"Ready, bébé." He says, placing the dinner on the table. "Let's eat and I'll tell you about my day" He says, kissing your neck.

He serves you two. You bring some water for him and a soda for you. Needing some sugar to sweeten your day.

Kylian talks about his day training and how he will shoot a new commercial for Oakley, the glasses brand that he models for.

"And I asked them for a pair of glasses for you. So you'll be the first one to try the new collection."

"Woow." You laugh. "Since we have connections, we are getting free sun glasses."

You finish dinner between jokes and talking about what to buy for Hakimi's sister.

You have to talk to him. You tell yourself that again, and again, and again. You don't want to look like the bitter friend of the ex who doesn't approve the new girl.

You move to your room, fixing the washed clothes into their designated spot in the closet. He was in the bathroom, applying his night skincare like you taught him.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something?' You ask loudly.

"Oui, bébé." He shouts back.

You keep putting the clothes in the racks. "I know this might sound weird, but I don't like Pamela." You began. "She's just so mean and such a freaking brat around me. Thinking she can diminish me because of my job and shit. I don't feel like putting the nice act with her anymore."

You let everything out, feeling more relieved now that it was out and you didn't have to tip toe around her in front of kylian.

You wait for his response. Silence is taking over the room. You can hear a sound of voices in the background.

You move to the bathroom, finding him with his phone in his hand, watching a video about a show or something like that.

"Did you even pay attention to what I said?" You ask mad.

He looks at you, pausing the video. "Pardon, oursamme sent me this video. It's so funny. Here, watch it."

You shake your head no. Walking back into the closet. You're mad at how you can hear him talk about everything, but he can't even hear you for two minutes.

You finish what you are doing. Walking into the room and finding him still watching his video. You roll your eyes and walk into the bathroom to take a nice shower.

You can't help going to bed mad at him. You felt trapped, he didn't pay attention to you, and you only want to be able to say things that you feel.

The next day, you didn't even say goodbye to him when he left, he was too busy with his phone to notice, only saying a quick goodbye and patting your head.

You spend the rest of the day in a mood. Not really caring about anything but being angry at how much he diminish your feelings and focus on something dumb.

The night approaches, you want to send him alone to the party, but Hakimi's sister was always friendly with you. And she came to your birthday last year with a nice gift.

You dress simple, a one-piece full bodysuit you like, since it was chilly you picked a jacket and your black and white dunks.

You fixed your hair and did your makeup. Something natural since you knew everybody there and everybody knew you with and without makeup at this point.

Kylian was sitting on the couch, waiting for you to be done. He was now aware of your mood. When he came home you just rolled your eyes and refused to heard about his day.

"Ready?" He asks.

You nod, grabbing the gift you got and grabbing the house keys. "Which car?" You ask, very dryly.

Kylian hates when he knows he fucked up but doesn't know at the same time. He can't piece what he did to make you mad.

"The chauffeur is waiting for us." He says, low tone. His hand find the small of your back. You move, not wanting to have his hands on you.

The whole trip was like that. He's thankful Achraf's house is relatively close to his own. Because he can't stand the silent treatment you're pulling on him.

"Hello" You smile, hugging Hakimi's sister as you enter the home. "Happy birthday, you look so beautiful."

You make some small talk, Kylian watching you. His sight is burning your skin. You can tell he's observing, he's like a hawk watching his prey.

"Happy birthday." He says, hugging his friend's sister.

You stayed with her, walking into the home and saying a quick hello to the other people. The list of invitations was mostly known faces.

"Thank God you're here. I can't stand being alone with that woman any more." She whispers, head pointing towards Pamela.

You roll your eyes. "I can't stand her either, she's a narcissist with pretty hair." You joke to get some frustration out.

The subject changes, you were talking about life, about updates on different topics you discussed in the past.

"Excuse me just a moment, I'll go check if the food is ready." Hakimi's sister says, walking to the kitchen.

You take the opportunity to go to the bathroom. Going quickly and checking your makeup. You apply a little more lip balm and go out.

"Well, well, well. Cinderella's here."

You sigh, not wanting to engage in the conversation you pass over Pamela, who quickly grabbed your arm.

"Didn't your parents teach you that it was rude not answering when you're being talked to or taught you basic manners?"

You lift an eyebrow, asking back. "Didn't your parents teach you how to respect others?"

She wanted to answer, trying to dig the knife she's been planting on your chest, but you're quick.

"And didn't you know that even with that prude face you're just a stuck up little bitch who thinks is better than anyone else but in reality, you're just an insecure piece of crap?" You whisper close to her, looking her up and down. "Look at you, hiding under all that. Your parents must hate you, having such a hypocrite for a daughter. Being such an ugly person on the inside must feel bad. So don't worry, I get what you're doing. It's not about my job or my clothes. It's that you feel inferior even with all that gold on you."

You walk back to the living room, leaving her there alone. You feel nice. Letting all that out was refreshing.

You went on with your night, some of the wives came to the party, leaving you with a nice circle and not only the birthday girl and you.

"Why is Hakimi looking at you like that?" Alessia asks, making you turn your back to where they are.

Hakimi was looking at you in a weird way. Talking to Kylian while doing it. He turned his head to find you.

"Don't know, maybe his gold digger told him something about me." You shrug, not minding it.

The night was good for you. You walk into the house happy and relaxed. Kylian was silent. You thought it was because of the silent treatment and decided to stop it.

"Hey, what if we see that movie you told me about?" You were finishing your night routine. He enters the bathroom, his eyes fixed on your reflection. "You okay?"

He sighs, not feeling like fighting. "I know what happened with Pamela." He confess.

You lock eyes with him in the mirror, his rough energy making it obvious that he was mad about the situation that happened at his friends house.

"You do?" You ask, making him nod. "Well, about time. She's crazy if she thinks she can get close to me again. What a loser."

He chuckled, shaking his head no. "Are you serious?"

You turn to him, confused about what he knows and how he knows it. "What?"

"You insulted Pamela." He says, his tone is so serious you feel like your parents are scolding you.

"What?" You repeat. "Are you serious right now?"

"Look, I know you didn't like her the night Achraf introduced you to her, but leaving her alone is one thing and belittled her about how Hakimi is just using her to forget his ex and how she's just replaceable is wrong."

You stayed quiet, not believing his words. How is it that you two are discussing the interaction her and you had in so different ways?

"I never say that"

"Well, she left saying you say that."

"Oh, so you believe her over me?" You ask offended.

"Non, but why would she lie? She even left telling Hakimi that she needs to think about their relationship because of what his best friend girlfriend thinks."

You laugh. "Is this a joke?" You ask, turning again and closing your creams. "Because if it is, it's a good one. Stop playing."

He's not laughing, he's quiet as a tomb. "I'm not laughing, am I?"

"Kylian, that never happened. How convenient it is that you get to believe her when a night ago I told you how she belittled me in every way she can."

"You never say that."

You turn back at him, mad at him. "I did."

"You didn't."

"I did, but you, asshole, were paying attention to that stupid video Ousmane sent you." You threw your hand towel at him. "I told you how I felt, but you chose to ignore me, and here we are."

"I don't recall that."

"How convenient." You exit the bathroom, grabbing your pillow and blanket. "You prefer to call me a liar and believe that I would do something like that than talking to me and getting my side."

"Where are you going?" He asks, joining you in the bedroom. "Don't be ridiculous, leave that there."

"No, Kylian, you can sleep alone tonight. I have a feeling that maybe you don't want to sleep with someone who belittles people the way I do and who treats people the way I do. Because it's how I am, of course, even after years of dating, you would think that and take someone else's side."

You walk out of the room, pillow in one hand, and blanket in the other. You enter the guest room that was near your room.

"And don't bother trying to get my story, I'm sure with her side, you have enough to make your own mind." You yell at the door frame. He's stood in front of your bedroom door. "Oh, and I know for a fact Pamela is not going to be the only one thinking about her relationship because I certainly am too."

You slam the door as hard as you can. Locking it . Not even ten seconds later he's shaking the doorknob, asking you to open the door.

"I'm not going to open the door. You chose her, Kylian." You yell again. "You chose to believe her over me." You say lower, crying about the whole situation. "I'm your girlfriend, and you chose her."

The overwhelming feeling of anger and guilt is making you cry, you don't even know why you feel guilty about what you say.

Kylian gave up after twenty minutes. You weren't going to open the door. The way your cries can be heard from outside the door is killing him.

He thinks about what you say, but he can't remember if you told him or not about how Pamela was treating you.

He remembers that you ask him to talk about something, but his stupid self didn't pay attention to the things you told him.

He couldn't sleep. He can't even rest because every time he closes his eyes, he can hear your cries. Even when you're sleep in the bed.

He needed to apologize. He texts Achraf, explaining that Pamela has been bothering you and you just responded back to her.

Hakimi knew you. He had never seen you disrespect anyone. You're friendly and kind to everyone, so maybe you're not lying here.

You woke up extra early, and he had a deep sleep, so when you got to the room and took your clothes and basic things to get ready, he didn't even feel it.

Your eyes were swollen from all the crying. You tried your best to cover your exhaustion with concealer.

The sad eyes you have are impossible to cover. That's why people say the eyes are the windows to the heart. Because you can lie all you want, but your eyes will tell the words your mouth can't.

"Bad night?" Celine asks, handing you a coffee. "It's a double, thought you might need it."

You gave her a half smile. Not wanting to say anything about the topic. She understood, not wanting to push your boundaries.

"Any plans for this weekend?" She asks. Trying to get you to talk and not look like a sad puppy.

"Kylian has an important reunion with his new coach. He invited only five of them with a plus one." You say, remembering the reunion he told you about during dinner on the weekend. "But I'm not sure if I want to attend."

"Why?"

"First, because I'm mad at him." You began telling, making Celine surprised about the first point in your list. "Second, some of these players I don't even know about. I've seen them, but never even talk with them." You exhale, already uncomfortable.

"And third?"

"I don't have anything for the occasion, I feel like my closet is a second-hand craziness that makes stupid bratty models think I'm not enough to be in their presence." You throw the pencil in your hand on the counter.

Celine listen closely to your words. "You are more than welcome to take any of the clothes from the store, you know that."

"And I'm grateful for that. Thank you so much for offering me to take something from here on a loan." You say with honesty. "I just feel like I'm playing dress up with your charity." You feel your eyes tear up. "Celine, I can't afford any of the clothes you design, and somehow, I'm posting on social media about me wearing them, like if I'm not five euros away from breaking the bank."

You can't help the sobs, walking to the bathroom to hide. You feel embarrassed, with your boss, with your life and with your social status.

You were done with people diminish you because you were a retail worker. People calling you a gold digger because you date Kylian.

You're done with pretending to be someone you are not just to be able to fit with the people he's around.

He can afford hundreds of thousands of dollars in clothes, in shoes, in hats or watches. You can afford some pieces from boutiques at the mall when you got a bonus or when you have a special occasion.

You live in a house he paid with a month of working. House you could never afford in this lifetimes or the next five.

You were basically living out of him, and still not even close to making ends meet because the neighborhood stores were five times more expensive that the ones downtown, because just in transportation to where his house is you spend half your income.

You were leaving a life that was not for you. Everybody around him knew that. It was just about time for him to figure that you were just a bump on his way.

You gather composure, thankful for your waterproof mascara. You walk back upfront, meeting a very concerned Celine.

"I'm fine, I don't want to talk about it." You say. Helping her with some things at the store.

You remained quiet for the rest of the day, feeling embarrassed. You missed your family, you missed your friends.

You feel alone. That was an issue.

You have Kylian's family. You have the wags who were your friends. You have Celine. But at the same time, you didn't.

You can't go over to his family to talk about things he does or to get advice because that's not correct in your eyes.

You can take advice when it's asked, but you are not going to rant about your issues with him like you would with your best friend.

You won't rant about the problems of being in the public eye and how people like Pamela treat you with disrespect. But they know about it. Some of them got the same comments, maybe not directly to their faces but on social media every day.

You need your family and friends.

Moving out to a different country with no one to relate to, with no one to talk to about the struggles of barely know the language.

"I'm going home. Do you need me to help you with something else before I leave?"

"No, it's okay." She smiles. Kissing you cheek goodbye. You nod, grabbing your things, giving her the report of the day like always. "Hey, Y/n."

You turn back to her. "Yes, ma'am?"

She hands you a bag. "Open it at home. It's something I forgot to give you." She smiles.

You nod, saying your goodbyes to her and telling her that you will text her when you are home.

You feel a headache, entering home and walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You find Kylian eating and sitting on the counter.

You don't like not talking to him. You want to hug him and cry in his arms. You want him to tell you that everything will be fine and that you are okay and safe.

He has earbuds on, not noticing your presence. You open the fridge and grab the water. Passing next to him and touching his arm.

He jumps a little, quickly taking his earbuds off to pay all the attention to you. "You're home."

You nod, drinking a whole glass of water. "Yes, you're early." You say, serving a glass for him. "What you got there?"

He thanked you, sipping some water. "It's a sandwich. Want a piece?" He placed the sandwich back in the plate and slid it to you.

You took a bite out of the sandwich. It tasted weird from all the ingredients he put inside of it. "It's an interesting flavor. But I think I'm not that hungry."

He finished the sandwich. You took a seat next to him on the counter, a glass of water in hand. "How was your day?" He asks.

"Good, same as always."

He nods, not sure how to approach the situation. He feels horrible about everything. "Can I be honest with you?" He asks.

"Always." You smile, reassuring him.

"I don't know what got into me, I should have listened to you instead of watching that stupid video. And I'm mostly sorry for making you cry and feel like you are something that you are not."

You want to speak, but you let him finish his rambling apology. Knowing he's being honest, this was his way of saying sorry, rambling about the thing he's sorry for, and then getting to a point.

"I know Pamela is someone I know before we even met, but that doesn't mean she's allowed to tell you things or make you feel a certain way. And I won't tolerate that happening to you. I know you and your character. I'm sorry about last night and any other night in the past, I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you don't matter, you do, to me you are the most important person."

You feel your eyes getting teary. You needed those words more than anything. You needed the reassure he's giving you. You needed him.

"Can I give you a hug?" He asks, getting down.

You open your arms, letting him get into your embrace. "Je t'aime." You kiss his neck.

The hug lasted for what felt like hours. That was what you both needed. Specially you.

"Want to go upstairs and take a well-deserved bath?" He asks, kissing your head. "I can even get some strawberries to eat with the chocolate you like." You nod, kissing his lips.

✨️✨️✨️

You didn't work on weekends, mostly because since you weren't just a regular worker at the store, you were upgraded to a little privilege of having you weekends off.

You spend the day organizing some papers you left unattended for a while now. You moved some books that you planned to donate to some students that needed them.

You still needed to find a dress for the activity that was taking place tonight. Ready to go back to Celine and see if she can help you pick something.

You promise her that you will always come to her for anything if you ever needed help. And as much as you feel like you're abusing your privilege, she will likely not let you pay for anything you pick even if you could.

You finish your organization and change into something more presentable to go out with. Asking Kylian's chauffeur to take you to the store.

"Bonjour, mon ange." Celine greets you when she seed you walk in. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good, I'm sorry about that scene. I was just not in a right place that day." You hug her hello.

"It's okay. We all have those days." She laughs. "I know I'm a little lost when it comes to dates and days, but I know for a fact that today you are not working." She hums.

"I'm not, but I have an event, and I want to get something pretty. Maybe you can help me?"

You bat your eyelashes at her. Making her laugh and hug you by the shoulders. "I have the perfect dress for you."

She showed you some dresses, most of them way too formal for the event. But then you see this beautiful short long sleeve black sequin dress.

"It's perfect." You say. "Can I try it on?"

She nods, "Show me how it fits."

You try it. It fits like a glove, it's the perfect length, the perfect material, everything. "What do you think?"

"Fits like a glove." She smiles, making a sign for you to spin. "Parfait" she happily says.

You change quickly. Wanting to run home and get ready for the night. You pass the dress to her as you finish putting your shoes back on.

"So, here's that dress for you." She hands you the brand bag.

"Will you let me ever pay you?"

"I dont think so. But I think I have an idea. If you want, you can return it on monday or keep it." She smiles.

"I'll bring it back, I promise you that one day I'll be able to pay you back everything you do for me."

She hugged you goodbye. Wishing you a great night. You went back straight to the house. Excited about getting ready.

You took your time, getting your hair and a very natural makeup. Kylian got back home in the middle of your routine.

He got ready with you. He was wearing something between formal and not so formal. Nothing too serious, but nothing casual.

"Can you zip me up?" You ask.

He looks at you up and down. Your back greeting him. He runs a finger down your spine, making you arch from the sensation.

"Amour, no." You chuckle.

He kisses your shoulder, moves to your neck, and finishes with your other shoulder. "I love how you look." He whispers in your ear as he zips the dress.

You turn, kissing him and thanking him. "Ready, Mister?"

"Ready, amour." He smiles.

You two arrive at the house of Luis Enrique, his wife and daughter were there with him. He invited Zaire-Emery, Zague, Lee Kang, Vitinha and Kylian.

They came with their plus one, some of them brought their girlfriends and some of them brought their agents.

Kylian sat next to you, on the other side of him was Lee and on the other side of you was Zague.

Lee was with his agent. "You are Kylian's agent?" He asks. His English sounded so adorable since he's not used to it yet.

"I-" You were going to answer, but kylian interrupted.

"She's my girlfriend, Y/n this is Lee, Lee this is Y/n."

"Oh, nice to meet you, you are so pretty. Kylian always talks about you." He shakes your hand.

"Thank yo-"

"Hey Lee, did you saw that we are going to change the training schedule?"

You decided to remain quiet, Kylian was nervous, and that shows, he's very talkative with everything.

They keep talking about different topics. Luis Enrique and his wife were making sure everyone was comfortable.

"Can you pass the salt?" Zague asks. "I'm Zague, by the way, sorry." He laughs.

"Here that salt." You laugh too. "And I'm Y/n. Kylian's girlfriend." You shake his hands the same way with Lee.

"Nice to meet you. This guy always talks about you." He smile. "Are you from Paris? You don't sound french."

"No, I'm actually from -"

"Zague, Lee wants to tell Luis about that day you fell into the pool." Kylian laughs.

"Do it." He chuckle. "Sorry, I didn't get to hear your answer."

You were interrupted again by Kylian. Feeling a little off about it. Zague notices your face falling from the cut in your words.

Not that you were complaining, but kylian interrupted every single interaction you had with everyone. You feel dumb, people asked you things, and you were cut off almost every time.

The dinner was good. You got to sit in front of Luis's daughter, Sira. She was a cute girl and very talkative too.

"Horse riding? that's so cool." You smile at her.

"Yes, I love doing it."

"She's amazing. You should come to one of the competitions they do here in France. It's an experience." Luis says.

"She's afraid of horses." Kylian joined the conversation.

"I'm not." You laugh, thinking he's maybe joking. "I actually think horses are cute and powerful."

"Didn't you once fall off of one?" He asks.

Luis and Sira look at each other, confused about why kylian was bringing that up. "I've fallen a good amount of times. It's pretty normal."

"Yes, and believe me. At first, horses can be scary." Luis says. "Kylian, another glass of wine?"

"Yes, let me serve this one."

Kylian took the bottle, moving his arm a little faster and by mistake throwing your glass all over you.

You feel the cold drink hitting you, moving the chair back quickly, trying to save the parts where it didn't hit yet.

"Oh my God." Sira says, getting up and grabbing a napkin. "It's okay, I think my mom has a cleaning product."

"Let's not worry, your dress is black and I think it'll be safe." Kylian says, tapping his napkin on your legs where the wine hit.

You want to say something, but you are too mad at him to even say something. Being afraid that you will lash out in front of everybody.

"Wait, you have your tags on. Let me take those." Kylian tear off the tags. Making you let out an angry but small growl.

You close your eyes and inhale. "Luis, can I please use your bathroom?" You ask nicely, smiling to hide your emotions. "It's okay, it was an honest mistake. Please do take that glass of wine. I'm just going to dry myself, and we can keep talking."

Sira walked you to the bathroom. She even gave you some wipes and a towel to help with the situation.

"If you need anything else, I'll be over here at the rooms. Second door to the left." She smiles, leaving you alone at the bathroom.

You want to cry, you feel weird, you're dirty and sticky from all the wine you have on you. And kylian pulling the interrupting act was stressful.

You clean the wine off your legs and arms, and you fix your dress that was still wet, and you throw the used wipes and paper at the trash can.

Three knocks made you open the door. Kylian was standing there. "Hey, you okay?"

You roll your eyes, stepping outside. "Can we go home? I don't feel well, am sticky and uncomfortable." You whine.

"Yes, I'll go get your bag, wait for me outside." He says, hurrying to get your things.

He excuses you with everybody. Saying goodbye and thanking Luis for the dinner. They all understood and told him to tell you goodbye.

The drive home you were silent, trying to calm your anger at him. You don't want to yell. You don't want to fight. You just want a shower and a good night sleep.

You enter the house and take your shoes off. Leaving them by the door. You try to unzip your dress, but you can't reach the zipper.

You feel his cold hands, undoing your zipper. "I'm really sorry." He apologizes. Hands massaging your shoulders.

You put your hands in your chest to hold the dress. "Please don't touch me." You walk one step forward. "I'm taking a shower."

He sighs. "It's was an honest mistake, Y/n."

You stop your steps. Turning and walking down two steps. "Was you interrupting on everything I said also unintentional?" You ask, stern tone.

He shakes his head no. Moving upstairs to be at the same height as you. "I said I'm sorry, let's get ready for bed and call it a night."

"A tasteless sorry is supposed to make it up for me?" You walk the rest of the steps. He was already on the second floor. Walking towards the room. "I'm talking to you. Stop ignoring me."

He pulls the silent treatment card, going to the closet to change into his night clothes. You slam the bathroom door, angry at him.

You left the dress on the floor. Feeling nervous about ruining the dress Celine let you borrow.

You shower, taking that hideous feeling. Trying to calm down to be able to face what's outside the bathroom.

He's ignoring you. Under the covers with his phone. Back turned to you. You close the closet door. Not sure if you want him to address anything.

You try not to cry, you have been feeling ignored, you have been feeling bad bout different aspects of your life, and all because of him.

You let yourself get humiliated for the sake of not creating any drama that can get used against him.

You have been a good girlfriend. You're not a bad person. You won't categorize yourself as someone who deserves bad things because you never do bad things to others.

You grab your small suitcase. You pack some basics. You walk into the bathroom with a toiletry bag. Grabbing your most necessary products and things. You walk back into the closet. You finish packing.

You don't move the suitcase just yet. You get down to where your purse is. Walking back upstairs and locking yourself in.

You open the browser. Searching for a flight home, finding one in three hours. You book it.

Texting your friend and telling her that you will be home at the time the ticket says it's landing, she asks you if you are okay and you just say you'll talk once you are there.

You don't move for a few minutes, you tear about the fact that you will leave Kylian alone. That you will have to tell him that you will leave to be able to rest your mind.

You gather courage, order an Uber. Opening the door. He's now watching something on the tv. "Kylian, we need to talk."

"I don't want to fight. Let's talk tomorrow."

"I won't be here tomorrow." You say, your voice is shaking.

He turns, you're with tears rolling down your face, suitcase in hand. "Amour, what are you doing?" he throws the sheets quickly.

He walks over to you, trying to grab you. But you back off. Lifting your hand and making him stop.

"Kylian, I need time. I can't keep going with my days like this. It's not just about tonight. It's the whole Pamela situation. It's just too much." You cry.

"You don't need to leave. I'll go. But please stay here. Mon Amour, please."

"I have my ticket already booked. I'm going home. " You whisper. "I'm not breaking up with you. I just need time. I can't keep going like this."

"This is our home." he whines, not being able to get your reasoning.

"No, this is your house. Those are your friends, this is your country."

You walk past him. Feeling your heart break. You hurry to the strairs. The suitcase is not cooperating with you, wanting to go quickly.

He grabs the suitcase, making you turn to face him. "When are you coming back?" he asks, tears in his eyes. "Because you will be back, aren't you?"

You nod, sobbing. "I'll be back in two weeks"

He then gets your suitcase down the stairs. When you are at the bottom, you throw yourself on his arms.

"I'm sorry, Kylian." You cry. "But please understand that I need to do this. I need to get all this out of my head. I feel so unworthy. I feel so out of place that I don't fit in your world."

"Stop, you do. You are so worthy to me and to everyone around us who loves you and cares about you." he hugs you.

"I'll be back." You pull away. "My Uber is here." You say seeing the notification of the driver. "Je t’aime"

He kisses you. He dries your tears with his shirt. "Text me when you get there. You have the card I gave you? If you need anything please use it."

You nod, kissing his lips. You pull and walk outside. Once you are about to get into the car, you turn to see him standing there. You wave and close the car door.

[hamiltonaf]

Texts w/ Kylian Mbappé

A/N: These are based on the viral video of Kylian in Cannes, I had a good laugh watching it and thought it would be amusing to write this into a banter text. Lol hope you guys enjoy .xx

[applejuicefruit]

something cute with reader taking care of drunk kylian pleaseeeee

kylian mbappe x reader

Drunk

“You know…you’re too heavy Kylian…” you joked as you helped your boyfriend walking into his apartment.

You just came back from a football event, event that turned out to be more of a party as your boyfriend and most of his teammates were completely wasted. You knew he didn’t have much free time to do that because of football so you let him enjoy his night.

That’s how you found yourself carrying up from the stairs his heavy and drunk ass.

“Shut up you love me…” he said with a very drunk voice and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sit on the couch and don’t move until I’m back” you said to him but the moment you moved to the kitchen you heard him following you.

“You’re not my mom…” he remarked and you gave him a death look that made him shut up “sorry…” he apologised.

“Good, now would you please sit at the table and wait for me there?” you said pointing to the round kitchen table.

“Okay…” he whispered.

You kept laughing seeing how wasted he was.

“Drink this” you gave him a glass of cold water and an aspirin and he drank it until the last straw.

“You’re very pretty…” he chuckled pointing at you. He looked like a kid, like someone who just wanted attentions and you couldn’t help but laugh at his behaviour. It was something very rare seeing your boyfriend completely drunk.

“Thank you” you thanked him and he smiled “but now big boy it’s time you take a shower and change for bed” you said this time giving him your hands and helping standing him up.

“Only if you’re coming with me” he smirked at you.

“Nope. You’re drunk….” you led him into your bedroom.

“But…” he tried to replicate.

“No but. Get your ass in the shower and I’ll be waiting here” you joked. You watched him pout but then he followed your orders and went straight into the bathroom, of course, forgetting to bring a change of clothes and some boxers.

Once he was done he came out of the bathroom completely naked and you took a few minutes to recompose yourself.

“I forgot my clothes…” he said scratching his head.

“Yes I can see” you teased him but he was still too drunk to even understand what you were talking about. You stood up from the bed and went to his drawers grabbing a new pair of boxers and a t-shirt for him to wear as a pajamas.

“Merci…” he whispered as he dressed up.

While you laid back in bed Kylian decided it was a good idea trying to jump on the bed because apparently he didn’t want to sit and lay as a normal person would do.

“Kyky…what are you doing?” you asked him.

“I just found a new way to get in bed” he said wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You’re very clingy when you’re drunk” you joked.

“I’m always clingy…” he said.

“Oh so you admit it?” you teased him again.

“Whatever” he whispered and you bursted out laughing.

Kylian had no idea why you were laughing but he loved seeing you smile.

“Y/n…” he called you.

“What?” you answered back.

“My head hurts…fuck, how much have I drunk?” he asked this time.

“A lot Kylian, a lot” you said.

“Merde…” he whispered in french and you smiled at him.

You knew it was going to be a long night but you couldn’t wait to see Kylian in his post hangover, that was going to be something to see!

[aechii]

elle est belle !

pairing ! kylian x journalist!reader

synopsis ! when kylian sees [y/n] for the first, he can't help but voice his thoughts. she's beautiful.

a/n ! inspired by that one basketball player who called a journalist beautiful when he saw her ❤ watch it here if you'd like. hope u enjoy this very short work (my shortest yet hehe)

it wasn't [y/n]'s first rodeo, interviewing athletes. a quick in and out exchange– not necessarily quick, but a simple way to describe how smooth and swift the whole ordeal was. 

has had her fair share of not-so subtle glances, to the point where it was painfully embarrassing for her, yet professionalism is pertinent, and hence, she'd been able to avoid any advances with discreet rejections. 

even though she alone hadn't conversed with kylian mbappé, she had observed his gentlemanliness, humility and respect (when, of course, deserved) many times that she can't recall. she understood that conference culture wasn't the most favorable, especially for the athletes themselves, as almost always than not, reporters had been the bearer of bad questions. 

kylian knew how to stay composed and sane-headed in such situations, to the extent where it was commemorable. she knew she had no right to feel intimidated (although it was naturally inevitable; have you seen the guy?) or an ounce bit fearful when she had finally been given the chance to represent her media corporation in a conference. 

there were many in the room, not too much that it was suffocating, and she had sat near the front. brain root tactic to be easily picked and heard when you're in a room filled with hungry journalists. it takes time before it's her turn, hand throbbing with a dull ache from constant writing and raising, and she smiles as she flicks through her notebook to find the list of questions she had thought to ask prior. 

kylian takes a look at her. it's just one look that has him dazed and in complete awe, turning to his teammate. his voice, intended to be a whisper, resonates into the space with amplitude that has everyone hearing it.  

"dieu, elle est belle."

she freezes. feels her heart hammer and cheeks burn with such intensity that it throws her off and she forgets what she's meant to ask. smiles apologetically at kylian and hurriedly flips through her book again. 

a loud laugh comes from behind her, then several more, and kylian, eyes wide, looks at her and asks, "did you hear that?"

[y/n] nods softly, smiling as to show that she finds no harm in it, but kylian is already drowning in embarrassment. both hands come flush against his face as to hide himself from the congregation before him and [y/n] laughs at him shyly. 

she didn't leave his thoughts that day, and neither did he. 

[k9iriz]

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞

𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵

𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘭

kylian pulled me into a guest room eagerly but not quietly as i resisted so hard, struggling and making a scene all the way upstairs, but no one noticed.

well i “kinda” got mad on the way over here and took it all out on him.

“get off of me—” i almost cursed before he slammed me against the door, his hand wrapping around my neck.

we found a random guest room in messi’s house where the whole date night was planned, i simply didn’t wanna go.

plus when i was picking him up from practice, he was smiling and giggling with somebody, a female at that.

him just brushing it off after he put his number in her phone, and didn’t speak to me until we got to the house.

caused me to flip.

he hugged me in front of her, dodging my kiss, but “it wasn’t his intention” he says.

pfft.

“you’re just making this even worse on yourself. shut up.” kylian demanded, he looked so fine in his dressed up attire, and not to mention his hair was dyed recently blonde.

i bit my lip, shutting my mouth as said before he threw me on the guest bed, note i had on a nice see through black outfit, corset curvy bodysuit, exposing all the curves and body marks.

kylian stalked towards me as he took his suit jacket off, soonly unbuttoning his white shirt a bit, turned me the hell on.

and his hands? god.

“come here y/n.” kylian demanded, done with my games.

“no, we’re not doing this shit right now!” i cursed as kylian grabbed me, pulling me down towards the edge of the bed, earning a yelp from me.

“you’re so fucking disobedient.” kylian roughly mumbled before stripping me roughly of my clothes, leaving me naked, but with his white button down shirt.

my legs hopped around his arms well, leaving him in towering over me as our breaths hitched over one another, our noses nearly touching.

i got wetter by the second. “watch me. and you take your eyes off of me, you’re not gonna cum.” kylian grunted as my walls clenched around him, smoothly sliding into me with ease, earning a gasp from me.

i felt my walls get together around him, making him groan before the sounds of my wetness filled the room along with the skin clapping as my moans grew louder.

“fucking slut, wearing this outfit, trying to get somebodies attention?” kylian roughly degraded me just only for me to hear.

my eyes never left the scene underneath me, making me cry and plead, the moans growing louder.

“k-kyliannn!” i whimpered as my eyes rolled back, making kylian shift, pinning my legs back, making my thighs touch the mattress.

i was a moaning mess.

“o-oh my f-fucking goddd!” i dragged out in tears as my eyes rolled back, making kylian wrap his hand around my neck, just staring down at all my love faces.

meanwhile i was going fucking crazy.

“it was just “fuck me” 10 minutes ago, but when im fucking you, it’s all moans and screams, amor.” kylian talked to me as i felt myself traveling through a orgasm.

kylian pushed all of himself in as i screamed. a toe curling scream. “d-daddy!”

he was so girthy and thick, it felt like i was being filled up to a point to where i was levitating at the pleasure i was getting, feeling stuffed.

i pushed my hand hard as i could against his abs as tears ran down my face, causing him to slap my hand away, dribbling spit on his dick as his strokes got rougher, abusing my spot.

“shut the fuck up & take it, slut.” kylian growled under his breath. my hands gripped the sheets as i felt him in my stomach, noticing his print through it.

kylian held my ankles open as he smirked mentally, at how submissive i was.

“p-please slow down baby…” i cried, feeling my legs shake for the third time, feeling as if i was gonna just squirt.

“say sorry. you got it amour, don’t cum yet.” kylian’s finger ram across my clit so effortlessly, causing me to squirm.

“i-im sorry.” i moaned out as my grip got tighter on the sheets.

“for what?”

“f-for earlier.” i whimpered. “you don’t need to worry about her, who do i fuck and come home to every night hm?” kylian asked, slowing down.

“m-me.” i stared up at me as he stared at me back, this intimacy felt so good within the moment.

“im all yours, amour. don’t ever fucking forget that.” as i felt the tightest knot in my stomach, tears streaming down my face.

“im gonna c-cum!” i cried out, as kylian towered me again, as our hands came in clutch, staring down at me as he talked me through my orgasm.

“go ahead, cum for me. stare at me when you cum too. so fucking gorgeous.” kylian said as my eyes began to roll back, i wasn’t even gonna be able to walk after this.

i let out a scream as i clenched around him, causing him to groan out, before sitting up quickly, pulling out straight on your pussy, feeling himself cum a little quicker than usual. “ah putain! merde y/n.” kylian shouted.

heavy breathing filled the room as he rubbed in the cum with his still swollen tip, before he gripped the back of my thighs, feeling his wet tongue glide across my clit.

i moaned loudly as i caressed his head, staring down at him just eating my soul out.

he lapped up every single drop i had left, feeling my legs buckle and tense up as he lifted himself, kissing my lips, combining his cum & my juices on his lips…

lord have mercy…

“my legs hurt babe.” i whined as i sat up, as he helped me get dressed, me helping him button his shirt up.

“ill help you walk back downstairs…hope they didn’t hear us.” kylian prayed, before a knock on the door was heard, making us jump lightly.

“the walls are thin! don’t think we didn’t hear you!” messi and his wife shouted from the door, earning a laugh from us.

that’s kinda embarrassing, but it did fill my love for public sex.

short drabble or wtv, cleaning and finishing drafts! jude is next guys!

love u guys. ❤️

[k7lianss]

getting fingered in kylian’s lap

warnings: smut, english is not my first language :)

smut drabble

this is my first ever writing so if you have any advice please give me it!

you were perched on kylian’s lap, legs sat on either side of him. your hot lips were pressed against his as his hands roamed your body. his left hand placed on your ass and his right messing with the waistband of your tiny shorts.

suddenly you felt his hand tug at your shorts, attempting to pull them down. you lifted yourself up, helping him take them off and throw them across the room. left in just your red lingerie, kylian slid his hand down your underwear to where you needed him most. his actions caused a small whimper to fall from your lips and earned a smirk from him. once he began toying with your clit, you were a moaning mess. your fingernails dug into the back of his neck. he worked his way to your entrance and slipped two fingers in with ease. knuckle deep, kylian’s fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot. you only dug your nails deeper into his skin and swung your head back in pleasure. his left hand crept up your oversized t-shirt and under your bra, swiping his thumb over your nipple. you were close to cumming and kylian knew it.

“give it to me baby, cum on my fingers,” kylian groaned as your moans grew needier. your vision became blurry as the knot in your stomach built up. one final stroke of his fingers and you let go. kylian’s lips moved from yours to your neck as your orgasm washed over, surely leaving a familiar, dark purple mark.

[emwritesfootball]

Formalwear | Kylian Mbappé

hey em! hope you’re well 💕could you pls write sth with my baby mbappe 😍 his gf runs her own enterprise and everyday she’s dressed formally and it turns him on so much. one day she shows up to his house in the middle of the night wearing a trench coat and nothing underneath 😈 and she’s really assertive and dominates him in bed for the night and he loves it. can you make it super duper smutty if poss 🥺

Warnings: a lil femdom, nipple play, cunnilingus, blowjob, light mention of edging

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You walked out of the bedroom ready for the day, tilting your head to one side to put in your earrings. Kylian was already at the table eating breakfast, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. 

“Good morning,” he said, giving you a quick kiss. “Busy day?”

“Yeah. Got an earlier-than-usual meeting followed by a presentation and then a very important meeting with a potential investor.” You were almost breathless recounting your upcoming day, excited for the challenges ahead.

“You’re going to look very sexy during that presentation. I wish I could be there.”

You shot him a grin, rolling your eyes as you poured yourself a cup of coffee to go. “Don’t worry - I'll give you the play-by-play later, as long as you return the favour.”

“Are you coming back here tonight?” Kylian asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I wish,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve gotta head home and make sure spiders haven’t completely overrun the place. You leave tomorrow for an away match anyway, right?”

“Oui, Le Classique against Marseille. I should be back by Sunday.”

You gave him one last kiss that held promise of things to come later. “I’ll see you then. Au revoir, Kyky.”

***

You watched Le Classique from your house, cheering on Kylian every time he got close to scoring a goal until he finally did. An idea sparked as you thought of ways to congratulate him when he got home.

Sunday evening, you stood in front of your wardrobe, surveying your options. Kylian was infatuated with all of your formalwear - pencil skirts, blouses, and of course, the lingerie you wore underneath them. 

You took your time getting ready, showering before assembling your clothing and putting it on. Each piece was meticulously selected along with your perfume and jewelry. You slid on your favourite pair of heels and slipped your trench coat on for the finishing touch before walking out the door.

Kylian was about to go to bed when he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door, his smile growing wide as he saw you on the other side. “I thought you couldn’t stop by tonight?” He said, leaning in for a kiss that you didn’t grant him.

“Thought better of it,” you replied, stepping inside and reaching for the buttons on your trench coat. “And after the way you played, I figured you deserved a little treat.”

Kylian’s eyes lit up. “What kind of treat, chérie?”

“Sit down and I’ll show you.”

Kylian did as you said, spreading his legs so you could see the growing bulge in his sweats. “Don’t,” you ordered when he reached for his cock, smirking when he immediately pulled away. “Good boy.”

Kylian’s eyes were locked on yours as you sauntered over to him, undoing one button at a time on the trench coat. His tongue poked out to wet his lips as you bared your cleavage. “Nothing on underneath?” He asked in French, switching to his native language.

“Nothing,” you confirmed, getting to the last button and shimmying the trench coat off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. You let Kylian drink you in, knowing how good you looked naked in just heels and thigh-highs. 

Kylian swallowed hard. “I’ve been fantasizing about this.”

“I know.”

“Can I touch you?” He looked up at you, waiting for confirmation. When you gave it, Kylian reached for your breasts, running his thumbs over the hard peaks of your nipples.

“I think that’s enough,” you said, right as Kylian was about to put his mouth on your nipples. “Get on your knees.”

Kylian dropped to his knees, moaning as he did so. You propped one leg on the sofa so that your pussy was open to him. Taking his chin in your hand, you led him between your legs until his mouth latched onto your clit. You let out a moan as he licked and sucked at your dripping cunt, his fingers dipping into your hips for leverage. 

“Don’t stop, Kylian!” You whimpered, gripping the back of his head to hold him in place while you rode his face as you came. The orgasm rocked you and you were grateful you had him to hold onto as you composed yourself. Kylian looked up at you and you leaned down to give him a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

You walked toward the bedroom, Kylian at your heels. He laid down on the bed and you took pleasure in getting to undress him, freeing his cock and taking his length in your mouth until he was a whimpering mess, begging to cum, but you didn’t let him. 

“Patience, Kyky,” you chided, mounting him so you could ride him. “You’ll get to cum when I say so.”

You let Kylian give you two more orgasms before you let him cum, Kylian babbling his thanks as he came inside you.

“You’re going to spend the night, yes?” He asked, cuddling into you.

“You’ve still got my suit hanging in your closet, right?”

“Of course.”

You fell asleep in his arms, both of you wishing you didn’t have to get up for work in the morning.

[sp4ceqtown]

Kylian dating headcanons please🤍

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Kylian Mbappé Dating Headcanons

* Kylian is a very affectionate and attentive boyfriend. He loves to show his partner how much he cares about them, whether it's through physical touch, thoughtful gestures, or simply spending quality time together.

* He's also very supportive of his partner's goals and dreams. Whether they're pursuing a career, a hobby, or a personal passion, Kylian will be there to cheer them on and offer encouragement.

* Kylian is a bit of a hopeless romantic. He loves to surprise his partner with romantic gestures, like candlelit dinners, surprise weekend getaways, or thoughtful gifts.

* He's also a bit of a goofball at times. Kylian has a great sense of humor and loves to joke around with his partner. He's not afraid to be silly or make a fool of himself in order to make them laugh.

* Kylian is very family-oriented and values his relationships with his loved ones. He would want his partner to feel included in his family gatherings and would be eager to introduce them to his parents and siblings.

* He's also very active and loves to stay fit. Kylian would likely want to do physical activities with his partner, like going for runs, playing soccer, or hitting the gym together.

* Kylian is a very driven and ambitious person, and he would likely want his partner to share those qualities. He would be attracted to someone who is passionate and motivated, and who has their own goals and aspirations.

* He's also very humble and down-to-earth, despite his fame and success. Kylian would want his partner to see him as just a regular guy, not as a celebrity, and would appreciate it if they were able to keep him grounded.

Overall, dating Kylian Mbappé would be a fun, exciting, and fulfilling experience. He's a loving and supportive partner who would go above and beyond to make his significant other feel appreciated and cherished.

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Author's Note :

i got carried away with this one.. can someone get me a Kylian please?

[blueaetherr]

he’s gonna love them

pairing: kylian mbappe x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one about safety and security in the relationship

now playing: gonna love me by teyana taylor

The young day provided a calm atmosphere, the sun hanging low yet offering a sense of warmth in an area so cold. The wind came through, too, as the breeze slipped passed the opening of the windows. The sun and her heat, the wind and his chills—suddenly, there was balance, for the day and everyone else offered the opportunity to experience it to its fullest.

The couple, Kylian ad Y/N, who were lounging in bed, softly laughing, curling up into one another, gave a sense of balance to one another. When he told a joke, they would laugh (even if it wasn't funny). When there was one kiss, another kiss would follow soon after. When he opened up his arms, they would roll back into his embrace. If they were feeling the slightest touch of pain, he would soothe it with an acute massage.

It was only late morning and the young couple didn't want to get out of bed; they refused to. The idea itself, getting ready for the day, was exhausting simply just thinking about it. But they knew they couldn't be selfish. There was so much to do– Kylian with football and Y/N with their tasks for the today– so many other people they had to interact with—just so much this and that to attend to. Beyond one another, the two were needed by others far beyond their home.

But laying low from the outside world, escaping the tasks of the day, calmly drifting in and out of sleep, exchanging meaningful (and less) laughs and conversations. Sleeping in with your lover—Kylian sleeping in with his lover, Y/N sleeping in with their lover—the idea was all too pretty and attractive to pass up on, something so cherishing that you shouldn't want to miss out on. Maybe they could be a bit selfish for a minute and more.

The mood, low and quiet, soon kindly elevated when Kylian's hums began to float around the room. And that's when Y/N came through with a smile, one that was dimpled and reached their eyes perfectly as they cuddled into his body. It was their favourite song, Gonna Love Me. With nothing else to do, they just sat back and listened to him, admiring everything that was their partner.

Because Kylian also saw everything that was his partner. Always did he want to hug and squeeze them with so much love and dote. He loved spending his nights with them, and he did appreciate them (through lyrics and his own originality). He would stay up late if it meant witnessing them for a second when they got back home late. There was no doubt that Y/N felt safe and secure with Kylian.

When his hums fell low in the room, a playful look appeared on Y/N's face. "I don't think that's how Teyana sings it."

"Really?" His eyes widened before he let out a small chuckle. He should've known; Y/N was far too judgemental yet somehow, in a good way, in a way that he didn't mind. He fell back on the bed. "I thought I hummed it pretty well."

Y/N scoffed, shaking their head. "Then you must not be hearing yourself. I think—" They were cut off as Kylian pulled them back down on the bed, climbing over them to offer his playful words and body touch. In this short but sweet moment, there were laughs and kisses and overall enjoyment. Nothing less than the most.

Exhaling loudly, they turned their head to look his way. Once again, they offered him a smile, one that was kind and sincere. Tooking his hand into theirs, they declared, "Thank you, Kylian."

His face pulled together, confused, something Y/N always found adorable. "For what?"

"I love this. Just—" they let their hands run over his bare shoulders, sighing, "just being here with you every day. It's both a blessing and a curse." The two shared a small laugh together. When it all fell flat, they leaned further into his embrace, "But I'll side more with it being a blessing."

Slowly but surely, Kylian's face burst with happiness as he brought his partner close. Felt happiness for himself, felt happiness for Y/N. 'Cause that's all he wanted for them.

When he sings or hums, he wanted them to feel deeply serenaded. When he cooks, he wanted them to feel nourished and whole. When the two get intimate, he wanted to make them feel good, physically and emotionally. When he takes them out on a date, he wanted them to feel overwhelmingly loved and cherished for who they were. When he wraps his arms around them, he wanted them to feel safe.

That's all he cared about; Y/N. If they were okay then everything else would be alright.

[keanureevesisbae]

Kylian Mbappe x Dutch!fem!reader (but who are we truly kidding, it's about me 😂😂)

Summary: You and your friend get stuck in an elevator with two guys who are the proud owners of the World Champion title of 2018. It's just that you don't know that yet.

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I tried to fight it, I truly do, however I just couldn't help myself. So here it is: a stupid little one shot, based of a dream I had 😂 Also, the reader is Dutch, you have a friend named Jocelyn and it's June 2022

masterlist // misc. masterlist

Forget Emily in Paris. Who needs her, when you have me—Y/N Y/L/N—right here in the heart of Paris? I’ll just admit it straight away: I am that cliche. I eat croissants, am a whore for crepes and am looking into eating escargot. Finally I have an excuse to wear the beret. Try to impress the French with my mediocre accent and the three things I remember from my French lessons back in high school, though I don’t think I’m necessarily succeeding.

I’m wearing a black midi dress, paired with the platform boots and I push the sunglasses in my hair. I put on a thin white cardigan with daisies on it. After I zipped up my black boots, I grab the purse and ask my friend: ‘Ready?’

‘Is overdressing really your main purpose in life?’

I scoff. ‘Thought you knew me by now,’ I say, looking into the mirror to fix my hair. ‘It was I who showed up in a very cute dress and Mary Janes for orientation and that was back home. You bet you’re ass I’m gonna dress up in a different city.’

Jocelyn has been best friend since forever, therefore is familiar with my antics and she stands up from the bed after she put on her white sneakers and pulls up her baggy jeans. On top she’s wearing a cute blue crop top and grabs a simple sporty cardigan. ‘I’m ready,’ she says with a smile, before she uses the hairlip to twist her blonde locks in a messy, but stylish manner. 

The two of us lock our hotelroom behind us and make our way to the elevator. This entire place is beautiful, absolutely magnificent and normally, it would be totally out of our price range. However, Jocelyn is a queen when it comes to finding the best bargains, so we got this five night stay for a mere two hundred euros.

Per person that is, but still. A bargain is a bargain.  

And who am I to say no to a fun trip to Paris with my best friend for that price?

Jocelyn presses the button for the elevator, while I take in the extravagant hallway. Even the ceilings look like masterpieces. I wonder whether or not rich people who stay in luxurious hotel after another take a look at the ceiling and admiring its beauty.

The doors slide open and I can see two guys standing in the elevator already. Jocelyn and I—both masters in the European politeness—both smile identically. A tight lipped gesture with the mouth, that resembles a smile, but in reality looks like an awkward emoji.

They both nod into our direction and when I see the right button to go to the ground floor is already pressed, I relax as I lean against the wall. Usually I’d strike up a conversation with my friend, however the two of us stay silent now.

The elevator starts to descend some more, however it abruptly stops to a halt, which causes a high pitched yelp to leave from both my lips and Jocelyn’s. While one of the guys presses the emergency button, the other who is wearing a cap asks: ‘Ça va?’

I know what à droite is and a gauche and thanks to my high school French, I can ask for his name and I can introduce myself and tell him ‘un blond garçon’, because that was one of the first things I learned in school.

But in this case, that is obviously not gonna be helpful.

This however appears to be so simple, yet I have not a single clue what it means. I glance over to Jocelyn, who is just as confused as I am. 

I curse myself for dropping French after year three of high school. 

‘I’m sorry, what?’ I ask.

Cap guy clears his throat. ‘Are you two okay?’ His accent is thick, however I can still understand him perfectly fine. 

‘Yeah, yeah,’ I say with a smile. ‘I am.’ Realizing the question was a bit more specific, I quickly add: ‘We are.’

Goodness gracious, this guy is exactly the type of guy I would date. Deep down I know that Jocelyn knows. We’ve been through many phases together and while her ideal type has shifted over the years, mine has not.

And lo and behold, my ideal type is standing right in front of me.

The other one says something into the intercom, before he says something to his friend. Serving as the translator, Cap guy turns to us. ’There is a technical issue,’ he says. He almost dramatically leaves a few second silence between us. ’It might take an hour if not more to fix it.’

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‘What are your names?’ Cap guy asks after a five minute silence where everyone seemed to gather their thoughts and feelings about the current situation. My conclusion was that a faulty elevator causes the temperature to rise, so within five minutes of us being here, I already stripped myself from my cardigan, just like Jocelyn undid herself from her own.

‘I’m Y/N,’ I say. ‘This is my friend Jocelyn.’

‘Where are you from?’

‘The Netherlands. We’re students.’

Jocelyn clears her throat and asks: ‘What are your names?’

‘Kylian,’ Cap guy says and the other introduces himself as Olivier. Olivier appears to be much more mature, a wedding band visible on his ring finger, but nonetheless, still very attractive. While age shouldn’t necessarily be an issue in friendships, Kylian seems to be closer to our age than Olivier. 

‘What do you guys do?’ I ask, an attempt to make sure this conversation doesn’t fall on the ground.

‘We’re football players,’ Kylian says. 

‘Oh neat,’ I say with a smile. ‘What club?’

‘PSG,’ he answers.

‘AC Milan,’ Olivier answers for himself.

Those are pretty solid teams, I think to myself. 

Olivier smiles and adds: ‘We also play for the French National Team. Les Blues.’

Wait a damn minute. I turn to Jocelyn, with who I share a brain cell. We realize the same thing. Oh no… ‘Did you win the World Cup 2018?’ I ask. 

Jocelyn found her voice too. ‘And are going to play in Qatar upcoming November?’

Kylian and Olivier both chuckle. ‘The one and only,’ Kylian says. 

He could’ve just slapped me in the face. Here I am, asking what these guys do for a living and it turns out I am talking to actual world champions. Coming to think of it, the name Kylian in combination with French National Team and World Champions does sound familiar now. 

Jocelyn gasps. ‘Oh my gosh, you are Kylian Mbappe. And you are Olivier Giroud.’

While Giroud does not sound familiar, Kylian Mbappe does. 

‘Y/N,’ she hisses, ‘we watched the games. We watched the finale together.’

This just goes from bad to worse. I am not an avid football fan, however I get awfully intrigued during the Euro and World Cup. The patriotism I never knew I possessed, all of the sudden is there in all its glory. Because the Netherlands didn’t participate in the World Cup 2018, I just watched it for fun.

And I remember saying that the French had a very attractive team.

‘Oh… I remember now,’ I say in a soft tone. Thankfully Jocelyn doesn’t repeat my infamous words I said during the finale of the World Cup 2018.

I would totally allow number 10 to do things to me.

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After Jocelyn and I gotten over the embarrassing fact we were talking to pro athletes (and kept to ourselves we said the most unhinged things during the finale—mind you, we were nineteen and very single), time went by with jokes, stupid games and me sharing some sweets I had in my purse. 

Besides, I think Kylian is into me. I know how that makes me sound, like I have the world’s biggest ego, but I have been on the side lines many times when guys were showing interests in my friends. Lingering eye contact, allowing me to sit on his jacket so my dress isn’t getting dirty and a very innocent touch every now and then.

It’s all there.

This is the most amazing time for me to practice my hard to get skills and not gonna lie, I am nailing it. Giving him enough to try again, but not too much so I appear way too eager. Maybe I’m this on fire, because I know deep down that I’ll never see these two again, if Kylian Mbappe himself is not gonna ask for my number, because no way in hell I was gonna ask for his.

Jocelyn send me a text saying: IF IT WEREN’T FOR ME AND GIROUD NEXT TO YOU, YA’LL BE SPENDING YOUR TIME KISSING AND MAKING OUT IN THE ELEVATOR. 

Thankfully she wrote it in Dutch, because if one of these guys read what she sent me, I might actually pry the doors open myself so I could drop myself to the ground and die.

‘No, no, no,’ I say, ‘the capital of Estonia is Tallinn. Look it up!’

Olivier does what I ask him to do and he sighs. ‘She’s right. She’s too good.’

Right before we can continue on with our country game (it’s not a very exciting one, I’m mile aheads of them), the doors slide open and we are freed. It’s colder in the hallway, but it’s nice to cool down.

Once we’re at the exit of the hotel, I look at the two famous players, who are all smiles and what not. ‘This was fun,’ I say. 

‘We had fun,’ Jocelyn adds. ‘You two are hopeless with countries, but you can run really fast, so it’s all forgiven.’

They both chuckle. 

And then, in the most awkward way, we part ways. A soft goodbye, a thank you and Jocelyn and I are on our merry way to get our croissants we’ve been craving for more than an hour now. 

‘You and I, missy, need to discuss your flirting highlights,’ Jocelyn says. ‘Because you are gifted.’

‘I am not gifted.’

‘You impressed a hot and single football player,’ she says in all serious. ‘You, my friend, are gifted. I saw it all: the doe eyes, the hard to get and then the flirtatious way you smiled and chuckled at his jokes.’

Before I can say something about it, I hear from behind me: ‘Y/N, wait up.’

‘Thank you,’ Jocelyn says, in no one in particular. ‘I refused to believe this was it.’

‘What?’

‘That goodbye couldn’t be the end of the ‘Y/N Y/L/N and Kylian Mbappe’-saga.’

I can’t even respond to it, because Kylian caught up with us. ‘Hi,’ I say. 

‘Hi.’ A smile so bright and almost innocently hopeful. ‘Can I have your number?’

‘What?’ I ask. ‘Why?’

‘Because… You’re fun and I had fun with you. I… I was hoping you and I could spend some more time together, before you go back to the Netherlands.’ He clears his throat. ‘If you want, of course.’

This is not the time to freak out, Y/N and do something stupid. ‘Of course.’

We exchanged numbers, before he looks at his watch and with an apology telling me he has to go. He holds out his hand and when I place mine in it, he presses a kiss on my knuckles.

Don’t faint. Please, hold yourself together. 

‘Bye,’ he says and then he walks away.

I think I have reached a catatonic state, because I can’t move.  

‘You are gonna be a WAG!’ Jocelyn says. ‘Once you are accustomed to a lifestyle of luxury, please remember your roots, therefore me.’

That drags me right back into reality. ‘He just asked for my number.’

Jocelyn scoffs. ‘You had a meet cute and a number exchange. This is gonna be the love story you’ve been waiting for. Come on, you’re twenty three, like yours truly and we both deserve a love story. Please, hook my up with one of his hot and single friends.’

‘You’re going way too fast,’ I say. ‘He just asked for my number.’

Almost on cue, my phone chimes. 

Jocelyn pulls it from my hand and lets out an excited squeal. Then she turns the screen to me and says: ‘You need to write a ‘how to-guide’ on how to get yourself a footballer in a few hours. It would be an absolute bestseller.’

Deciding to ignore her, I grab my phone from her hand and read the text.

Kylian Mbappe: If you don’t have plans for tonight, I’d like to take you out for a date

Kylian Mbappe: If you want, of course.

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Taglist: @diegos-butt (because I am forcing you to read this 😂😂😂)

[jkkyks]

So here is the deal, if he stared at me like that, u might find me searching on our wedding venues and all yk. Just sayin

[spidybaby]

The "A" Team

Summary: Kylian needs your help to get out of an awkward situation.

Warnings: none ❤️

Kylian was impatient, knee bouncing as a sign of it.

He was in a PSG meeting, all the players needed to be there for a very long talk about the new season changes with Luis Enrique.

Kylian was leaving, but that didn't mean he wasn't forced to go. He tried his best to get out of there.

He wasn't going to be there for the new season, so why was he there?

Hakimi and him were making jokes and messing with Ousmane and Fabian. Earning a few glares from the technical team and making them stop.

He needed a plan, he wanted to get out of there. He was thinking about taking a nap, he felt tired.

"Don't yawn again, you're making me yawn." Achraf hit him with his arm. "Why are you even here for? You're fired."

"I'm not fired." He says, the sassy tone makes Achraf smile. "I put up my two weeks."

"Six months better say." Ousmane joins. "Kylian Saint Germain ain't going to be Kylian Saint Germain anymore." He jokes, sad that at the end his friend will leave the team.

Kylian laugh, he can't deny that he will miss the team, the trainers, the family he created there, and people who he will forever love.

When they give them a few minutes to get something to eat or drink at the little table they set for that, Kylian got an idea.

You were home, resting from a flue. You were free to help him to get out of there. Maybe if you called him he can fake an emergency.

He texted you, ready to settle the plan and make it work in the next fifteen minutes he has to use his phone and to eat something.

You were doing some tv marathon, watching Sponge Bob while eating some popcorn. When your phone rings, you check that kylian was asking you to call him in five and ask him to pick you up.

You smile, he was bored and helpless with the talk.

Credit of the pic to: @kylianmbappee, thank you for letting me use it for this ❤️✨️

You continue watching Sponge Bob, waiting for the time to go. When you checked if the five minutes passed, you were ready to act.

Kylian was with Achraf, Fabian and Luis Enrique when his phone rang, he smiled. "Lover boy can't spend a moment without his lady." Fabian says.

"C'mon, let us say hi to our favorite girl." Achraf jokes. He always request to talk to you and mess with you over the phone.

"Let me put her on speaker." He smiles, he knows the show is about to start. "Bonjour, bébé."

"Kylian, oh my God, please, I need you." You fake cry, it sounds so real that he almost forgets about your plan. "I don't know what happened, I don't have anyone to call, please come. I don't want to be alone here, ky please."

The looks of the three men is a poem, the worried eyes, and open mouths. They're down.

"Joder, where is she?" Fabian says, he's very much worried about you. "Joder, Ky you need to go."

He was about to turn to where they were seated when you kept going.

"Kylian, please hurry. I need you here." You cry harder this time.

"Kylian, go. This meeting can wait." Luis pushed him to the door. They all are worried. "Hurry, go."

He takes the speaker off, you still acting up and crying for help. He asks you where you are, pretending to be worried, and he wins a few glares of people around them.

"I'm on my way, amour, wait please." He grabs his coat, Achraf is asking him is he needs a ride, he shake his head no. "Don't hang up, I'm on my way."

"Text me when you're with her." Hakimi pats his back as he runs to the door. "Be safe."

He exited the club quickly, telling his driver to take him home. Once they're two blocks away from the club he laughs.

"You're such a great actress. If you want, I can get you a role on a show." He jokes with you. "I'll be home in a few, mon amour."

"Bring me some boneless and a soda, a big one, like really big." You say, hungry after that big role you pull. "And some dessert, maybe two pieces of cake." You exaggerate.

"Everything for you, I'll be there as soon as I get your things."

You smile knowing that your role was good and you will have your man all the evening with you.

While he gets back to you, you are still streaming Sponge Bob, realizing and thinking about what a krabby patty taste like.

"Amour, I'm home."

You turn your head to him, getting up and walking to him with your arms open, ready to greet your lover.

"Hello, Mister Mbappé, I heard your girlfriend had a thing going on, poor girl. She's really unstable." You kiss him, smirking about your joke.

"She is, but you know what they say, the crazier the better." He kisses you again, pecking your lips many times until he pulls away.

"I got you your wings and your cake, plus the biggest soda I could purchase." He hug you from the back, pointing at all the things he got you.

You two sit down to watch a movie, not thinking much about the day or the meeting.

"Hakimi just texted me, he's asking if I'm okay." You show him the text. "I'm just going to ignore it for the day."

"Yeah, I left my phone on airplane mode." He smirks. "I'm spending some time with my fav member of our A team."

"We're an A team." You smile, hugging him while cuddling on the couch.

🪷🪷🪷

[hamiltonaf]

| M A S T E R L I S T |

- FOOTBALL & FORMULA 1 -

F O O T B A L L :

Jude Bellingham

Texts | Part 1

Kylian Mbappé

One More Dance | Fluff

Payback | Fluff

Bitter | Fluff

Day Off | Fluff

Tickles | Fluff

Expecting the Unexpected | Angst + Fluff

Tie the Knot | Fluff

Fender Bender | Angst + Fluff

Ferrari Fangirl | Fluff

One Night Stand | Angst + Fluff

Daddy’s Princess | Fluff

Falling for You | Angst + Fluff

Kiss & Makeup | Angst + Fluff

Friends with Benefits | Fluff

Trust Issues | Angst + Fluff

Texts | Part 1

Mason Mount

Party Aftermath | Angst + Fluff

Summer Break(Up) | Fluff

Neymar Jr.

Daddy Duties | Fluff

F O R M U L A 1 :

Lando Norris

Seeking His Attention | Fluff

Lewis Hamilton

Night Owl | Fluff

Confession | Fluff

Wingman | Fluff

Texts | Part 1

Jealousy | Fluff

Fantasize | Smut + Fluff

Icebreaker | SMAU

Daniel Ricciardo

PDA | Fluff

[judebelle]

Tomorrow is Kylian birthday can you write something about waking him up with blowie?

happy birthday - k.m. x fem!reader

authors note : i'm kinda in the middle of changing the layout of my fics so bare w me, also happy birthday kylian!

warning : smut, oral (m!receiving), a tinge of fluff, no distinct words of the consent in the beginning, but they're both consenting <3 dont read if you may feel uncomfortable

pairing : kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count : 1k

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you took a quick peak at the alarm beside your side of the bed.

8:17 am.

a smirk played on your lips before you began pulling down your boyfriends sweats and boxers. you were careful not to wake him, only pulling them enough that his cock would come out.

you licked the smirk off your lips as you took his length in your hands. even when he was asleep his body still responded to your touch. his cock twitched softly in your palms as you stroked it gently.

your eyes darted up to kylian, who was in deep slumber above you. without wasting more time, your soft, warm lips wrapped around him.

your mouth was soft and wet as you moved it on his shaft. you kept your eyes on him when you bobbed your head up and down, agonizingly slow.

you felt him grow hard in your mouth. his eyebrows furrowed and his breath quickened. you saw him swallow sharply, his chest heaving as you continued moving along him.

he was now rock hard in your mouth, and you could taste the precum dripping from him. you focused your mouth on his tip, sucking softly because you knew he liked it.

after a few moments, you heard him slurring a few words which you couldn't understand. you could tell his skin was slick with a thin layer of sweat. finally, his eyes fluttered open.

his eyes adjusted to the very dim light peeking through his curtains. he suddenly looked down at you, his eyes wide. you gave him a wink, not stopping.

"y/n- what's going- ohhh my god.."

his head lolled back onto the soft pillows when your tongue trailed along his slit, the words leaving his lips in short breaths.

he panted out words of encouragement, "god, don't stop.." his voice was raspy and tired. his hand reached down to softly grab at your hair, trying to urge you down further.

"please, don't be a tease.." you gave into his pleas and took him deeper. after all, it was his special day.

your warm lips travelled down the burning skin of his cock, pushing as far as your could. you couldn't reach the bottom , already feeling his tip prodding the back of your throat.

but kylian had other plans. he slowly pushed you down further. your nose made contact with his pelvis, coughs and gags erupting from your throat.

"that's a good girl, taking me so well.. just like that." you could feel the strain in his voice before his hand loosened it's force on your skull. you lifted your mouth off of him to catch a breath before engulfing him again. his hand began to reach for your hair out of pure habit but you swatted it away.

you saw him immediately give up and resort to clenching the sheets, struggling to keep quiet with the pleasure he was feeling.

you mouth began bobbing up and down again at a much faster pace. your hands slid over his muscular thighs. you kneaded his flesh as your mouth kept working on him.

mewls and whimpers left his mouth when you would stop bouncing you head and focused on sucking his tip dry. your hands rushed to softly stroke along his cock.

"mon dieu, vous êtes incroyable!" (my god, you're incredible). you moaned onto him at the praise, the vibrations travelling up your throat and onto his tip.

he grunted as you left his tip to continue bobbing up and down, wanting to finish him off.

one of your hands snuck up to massage his balls. kylian's eyes rolled into his skull at that. he groaned out in ecstasy while his hands fisted the sheets, his knuckles shifting white.

"don't stop, 'm gonna cum- jesus.."

you sucked faster, slightly twisting your head as your pace increased. you felt him twitch again in your mouth, and you knew he was on the edge.

"god- i'm cumming, i'm cumming!" he warned. usually at this point, you would let him cum on your tits, or on your face. sometimes he would finish himself off with his hand, but you wanted to give him a little present.

you pushed your mouth down as far as you could, nose digging into his pelvis. the familiar feeling sent tingles between your legs. you felt him in the back of your throat, pulsing with fervor. his eyes shot open when you didn't pull off of him.

it seems that seeing his cock stuffed in your mouth when he was already teetering over the edge sent him flying over it. he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood before he craned his neck back, crying out in a rasp.

"ah hah- fuck!"

he bucked his hips up into your warm mouth. you coughed around him before he came with a sharp moan, shooting everything he had down your throat. his warm, bitter seed filled your mouth. some dripped out the sides of it and down his cock.

his hips were trembling before he collapsed flat onto the mattress. you slowly lifted your mouth from him, wiping any remnants of him with the back of your hand. you licked off any drips of seed from his sensitive shaft before crawling over his spent form.

he pried his eyes open, glazed over with the force of his orgasm. a soft smile fought its way onto his face, and you gave into the urge to kiss it.

he returned it, his weak hand cupping your cheek that was full barely a minute ago.

you broke the kiss, leaving you both panting softly. you placed another on the tip of his nose before whispering against it.

"happy birthday."

[aechii]

₍⁠₍ SPEAK NO EViL ₎⁠₎ ~ CH. 1

[ a kylian mbappe series ]

SYNOPSiS ! it's summer break, where, yes, academic freedom ensues, but for stellar, upcoming young football stars, an unmissable opportunity springs. bondy elite summer academy prepares its youth for the professional world, and inevitably, everybody is hungry to succeed. girl or boy. life isn't kind to 18 year old kylian mbappe, and being mute seems to be a limiting factor of his progress. but once he's accepted into the football camp, he's determined to prove that his football speaks for itself. yet, in the midst of fatal determination and apathetic competitiveness, he doesn't expect to grow intrigue for [y/n], a profound player in the camp's feminine unit, whose kindness and exquisite skill awakens a visceral feeling within kylian, showing him someone else that he could love in a world filled with hate.

PAiRiNG ! mute!kylian x fem!reader | fem!reader x oc!boyfriend

A/N ! FIRST CHAP!!! bro im actually excited for this series, there's alot in store heheh. this chapter- moreover, the whole damn story lol- is mainly kylian-centric, but dw, reader has her little spotlight in this chap too, and will be more integrated into kylian's very life soon 👀 see this chapter as establishing context/introducing the characters, so it isn't necessarily long (3.3k-ish), and i am expecting to make them longer (hopefully >5k) anyways, i hope you enjoyyyy ❤

SERiES MASTERLiST ! here!

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“[y/n].”

it takes a while for the girl to respond, and even, she does so with a near-muted hum. the navy blue envelope stares back at her, rich in elitism, unopened. she doesn’t know why she’s hesitant to read it, she hadn’t cared much about her fate with bondy, applied for the sake of doing so, but deep inhibition craves the word ‘congratulations’ at the top of the sheet. 

“[y/n], babe, open it.”

the voice that comes from beside her, galvanises her conscience out of its reverie, and nimble fingers slowly dig into the fused flap, tearing it. slips the paper out of its casing, stares at it, but shakes her head, giving it to her boyfriend instead.

“i can’t do it- you do it-”

zion laughs, taking it from her hands as he begins to unfold it, “i thought you didn’t care.”

“well i do,” she fiddles with the rings on her fingers, “get on with it, zion.”

quietude absorbs the space as zion reads the words on paper, face neutral so as to not reflect any emotion of what he scrutinises, and it propels [y/n]’s palpitations. 

“what does it say?”

her boyfriend stays silent, and her fingers begin to vibrate anxiously, “zion, what does  it say?”

the smile that inculcates his face showers [y/n] in relief, and in the process, her first instinct is to laugh heartily.

“no way!”

“you got in, babe, you got in!” in an instant, his arms rope themselves around his girlfriend, squeezing her tightly as her giggles seem to be endless. 

“now you don’t have to worry about going alone,” [y/n] jokes as she unravels herself from her boyfriend’s embrace, pinching his cheek. he slaps her grip away, rolling his eyes before pulling her in for a cuddle, “worry? i can do just fine without you.”

his statement triggers a loud snort and a questioning glance from the girl. they both knew that him lacking her presence could result in endless amount of calls, all of which could last for hours. 

“zion. don’t lie.”

he sighs, “fine.”

they don’t talk for a few minutes, seeking solitude in the warmth of each other. the excitement that broods within the both of them is inexplicable; proceeding into a new stage, a momentous opportunity, with their lover was something that they had always wanted. and now that it was finally in fruition, they were impatient for the 5 weeks to pass. 

“imagine how powerful us as a football couple will be,” zion says.

[y/n] shuffles a bit in his arms, “indescribable, i suppose. though, people will love me more.”

zion scoffs, “don’t shit yourself, [y/n]. i’m better than you at football– and don’t lie!”

“yeah, yeah whatever,” she brushes him off, “literally hate you.”

he presses a kiss into her cheek, hard and sloppy, “love you too babe.”

+_-

“kylian.”

the boy stares, astonished, at the piece of paper in his hands, and his eyes rake over the words countlessly as if to permanently imprint them in his brain. though, he thinks that if he does it enough times, the letters would swirl into an incomprehensible smudge of black and he would wake up from this too real dream. 

his mother calls him again, and he grants her the etiquette of looking at her. 

the smile on her face is soft, fragile, like it is inches away from crumbling into a relieved sob. kylian rules the probability of that happening not entirely impossible, his mother is, afterall, renowned for being overly emotional.  

“are you happy?” she asks. he nods, reading the paper again before hurriedly pulling his mother into a tight hug. she laughs, circling her arms around her son; savours the warmth that emanates through his skin into hers. it’s scarce that kylian initiates any touch, and when he does, it is overwhelmingly grounding. 

“i’m proud of you.”

he untangles himself from his mother’s embrace, grin gleaming so brightly, and it makes her heart swell. 

“thank you,” kylian signs, “couldn’t have done it without you. or dad. or ethan.”

his blunder evokes a chuckle from his mum, and she brings him into another tight hug. kylian feels the tender tremble of her arms and jokingly rolls his eyes, “you’re scared, aren’t you?”

“why won’t i be, ky? you’re growing up-”

“not about that.”

his mum sighs, breaking the hug as she takes her son’s hand into her palms. she notices how her’s only takes up half of his and it’s gratifying, the realisation that kylian was no longer her waist’s height. 

“i will be fine maman, you don’t need to worry.” a charming smile crawls its way onto his lips. his mother tries to render it convincing, but every bad what if runs through her head in that instance, and she can’t help but grow anxious. yet she knows how much this opportunity means to kylian, which had, in the past, seemed like an unobtainable chance for a boy who loved football just as much as any other, but was just a bit too different to be deemed right. 

a period of silence passes as his mother ponders and weighs her thoughts, then kylian’s voice snaps her back. 

“maman?”

the frown that dips her lips diminishes quickly.

“sorry i… zoned out.”

kylian exhaled, “you’re overthinking again, don’t do that or i’ll find myself bound at home when i’m supposed to be meeting ronaldo.”

his mother laughs at his words, “you think you’ll meet him there? i haven’t heard of such a thing.”

the boy walks over to the sink, grabs a glass, and starts filling it with water, “it’s bondy academy,” he shrugs, “anything can happen.”

eyeing her son as he gulps down his drink, she shakes her head whimsically, leaning against the counter, “you stay focused when you’re there, okay? i don’t want you to give them a reason to not refer you.”

kylian makes a face, as if her words were pungent, “it’s just me and football there, can’t and won’t give them what they want.”

it isn’t the first time kylian had applied, but with how competitive the spots were, and after being, inevitably, incapable of undergoing an interview, he had been rejected 2 years in a row. he finds it rather bewildering how, after all these years, he is being considered to become a bondy elite, and knows that he will need to try twice- or even thrice- as hard as the rest to prove his deserved place there. 

“you know, they will do anything to throw you off, right?” his mother’s tone hardens as her face falls stoic. 

“i know,” he drags a chair, sitting on it backwards, before his shoulders rise and fall, “and i’ll prove to them that i’m stronger than i may seem.” 

he barely finishes as his mother’s phone rings. she excuses herself, picking the call, and as he hears her accent grow thick with familiarity, he rules the caller as one of her close peers. she leaves the kitchen, but no more than a second later, ethan shuffles in, legs sluggish and eyes barely open,manoeuvring around the room as if by muscle memory. kylian glances at the time and sees the clock both hands pointing at 12. 

“what time do you call this?” kylian playfully reprimands. knows that his brother takes advantage of the lenience of summer break, sleeping in until the sun was way too alive and excited to greet any late-risers. frankly speaking, the extra 3 hours he had stayed in bed for, in kylian’s eyes, could’ve snuck in a good practice session. 

“i care for my rest, kylian.” 

the older boy perks up an eyebrow, vision trailing the mass of flesh and bones of his brother, “but until 12pm?”

ethan stops his movements, turning around to glare at kylian, before the distasteful ripple of a ravenous stomach reminds him of his initial intentions in the kitchen, “if i wasn’t so hungry, i would be in for longer.”

kylian throws him a disgruntled look, rolling his eyes, “so what time then? the summer doesn’t give you the excuse of sleeping in so late. i say it every year and will continue to do so.”

ethan groans. he’s endured too much hellish education during the year to suffer through the same routine during the holidays and waking up at 12pm, which wasn’t even that serious, is the least kylian should worry about. 

“you know training went over time yesterday. i literally walked through the doors at 10pm last night!”

“as if anything would’ve changed if you came home normally, ethan,” kylian deadpans. by now, he has walked over to the fridge, reaching in to grab a drink. he feeds off of lucozade, however unhealthy it may be. 

ethan ignores him, pouring milk into a bowl. he sits down by the table, about to shove a spoonful of cereal into his mouth before he notices the letter, opened and bearing the unmistakable inscription from a football camp that he has garnered too much disdain for over the years.

he sighs, dropping the spoon, “don’t tell me you signed up for bondy and allowed yourself to be rejected… again?” he sounds as if he is all too familiar with the ordeal, face unamused, “i thought you agreed to not sign up this year…”

ethan loves his brother too dearly to put up with his crushed mood, extending over days where he refused to communicate verbally and resulted to signing, even which was lacklustre and was scarce of its normal gusto. bondy is a dream for any teenager within the precinct, and was undeniably kylian’s also, yet it were times like this, when the summer begins and he’s still met with a deflated kylian every morning (afternoon), that makes ethan come to terms with the fact that football was structured against anybody who didn’t fit their ideal, no matter how small a difference may be. 

but what he doesn’t expect to see is a smile beaming on the face of his brother, and his initial thought is no. way. 

“read it, ethan.”

he doesn’t hesitate to, snatching the paper from the table with neck-snapping velocity, and kylian watches on with an undying grin as ethan’s eyes rapidly scan the words on the page. they widen with every passing second, and the next, kylian feels winded as his brother crashes into him with a bone-slamming hug. can’t dissipate the laughter erupts out of his throat; it’s endearing, how much this means to his brother, and it’s not even him that’s going (and truthfully, he never plans to). 

“alright, alright, you can let go of me now,” kylian’s hands press into his brother’s shoulders to push him away, but is met with an even stronger force as ethan tightens the hug, replying with a muffled, “no way.”

he doesn’t fight his brother’s resistance, and rather basks in the affection for a little bit longer. it’s not always they hug like this, but when they do, it's a feeling kylian likes to revel within for as long as he can. 

he’s released from the hug, not long after, ethan looking at him with something that could equate to pride, he doesn’t know what, yet it makes him want to cry. 

“you did it, bro.” then a soft punch to the shoulder. kylian just smiles back and says, “yeah, finally.”

ethan doesn’t stop looking at him as his face glazes over with earnest, “be strong, yeah? get through those 5 weeks and come home with a referral.”

“that’s my aim,” kylian’s gaze drops, but he picks it up again. he doesn’t want to reflect any hesitation or chances of second thoughts. wants to show ethan that he's ready, upfront in whatever battle may come in due time. 

“brice will probably be there with me, you know he gets accepted every year,” kylian attempts to reassure his brother when notices his eyes flicker with worry, but ethan shakes his head. 

“and even if he isn’t there, i know you can-”

“okay, maybe not that far yet,” kylian is fast to quench ethan’s thoughts. he’s aware that life is fast paced, he’s already 18 and classified as an adult. knows that soon, he’d need to survive the world by himself, but there is an ever undercurrent of anxiety that hums through his veins anytime he would think about it. wishes that he could suck it up, but he knew he wasn’t ready. like he physically could not. 

“soon, ethan,” kylian murmurs, “soon.”

his younger brother exhales, nods, then reaches out to initiate a bump of fists. 

“proud of you.”

+_-

when brice calls, kylian is knowing of the words that he greets him with. an exchange that occurs every year, for the past 2, on the same day, as if he hasn’t been told many times and is already forecasting what is to be said. 

“got the letter from bondy again. i’m turning it down-”

“like you do every year, i know brice.”

the other side of the phone is silent. kylian hears indistinct shuffling, before, “why do you sound so… gleeful?”

“what? is it a crime to be happy?”

brice scoffs, “i’m not saying that. it’s just… you’re not normally this happy when i tell you.”

kylian, in his room, slumps into his bed, back against the mattress as he stares at the ceiling. the exhilaration in his flesh is omnipresent, “you don’t need to do that this time.”

“what?” brice’s voice lacks amplitude but is riddled with utter shock. kylian can imagine the boy, mouth agape, eyes disclosing their tinted scleras.

“i’ll be joining you this year, brice.” when they undulate into the air, the words sound so foreign to kylian. he’s waiting for the pinch to his skin that would wake him up, but it never comes. 

“i don’t believe you,” brice says, absolute, “i need to see the letter for myself, send a picture- no actually, i’m coming over.”

kylian laughs at his friend’s antics as he rolls his eyes, “yeah no. you stay where you are and i’ll send you a picture of it.” brice has the tendency to invite himself over, unannounced. conjures excuses that don’t make half sense to give him a reason why he’s doing so. kylian would never admit it, but he finds it endearing. 

“aw come on,” brice whines, “i’m just a street away. it would save you from wasting your energy, you’ll need it for summer camp, you know.”

kylian just sighs, giving in, but decides it comes with a cost, “fine, since you want to come over so bad, do so. but whilst you’re here, you might as well help me pack.”

“and i now don’t have packing to do?”

“please, brice, who are you kidding? you’ll leave it until the last minute,” kylian expresses monotonously. he hears the boy grumble over the phone, then a slam of the door follows shortly after.

“get off my phone. i’ll meet you in 2 minutes.”

kylian snickers, then slips in a “gladly,” before cutting the line. the doorbell shrills the second he does, and he thinks that brice had speed walked there. his predictions are correct as he tumbles down the stairs, opening the door to see an out-of-breath brice before him.

“you’re more eager than me.”

brice says nothing, shoving him out the way inside. the cool air that bleeds out of the air con and diffuses around the house presses comfort into his skin. he makes a cry of satisfaction, standing in front of the conditioner placed near the front door.

“i love how you’re using me for thermal advantages.”

brice closes his eyes, tilting his head as the chilled air blows in his face, “i will pretend i never heard that- matter of fact,” he suddenly opens his eyes, “where’s that damned letter?” he doesn’t wait for kylian to tell him where it is, and makes a beeline for his room. 

“it’s… upstairs…” kylian shakes his head, smiling softly, then follows his friend. 

by the time he gets there, he sees brice already studying the paper, mouth mumbling the words that he reads. a grin accumulates gradually on his lips, “i can’t believe it. after 2 tedious years,” he folds the paper into its habitual creases,”but… why now? not that i’m questioning your ability or anything, you know how good you are.”

“no, i understand where you’re coming from,” kylian exhales as he sits on the edge of his bed. brice joins him.

“i’m still wondering why they’re now accepting me, but they have, so i’m not worried about it.”

a hand comes to ruffle his hair, kylian shoves the boy off instinctively, “bro- what are you doing?”

“i’m so proud of you kylian!” 

“thank you, but hello? my hair?”

brice waves him off, standing up again as he walks toward the wardrobe, “you’ll get over it,” kylian does not. he glares at the boy before him, reaching for the table beside his bed to grab his brush, smoothing his hair down. 

“where’s this suitcase that we need to pack?”

“look up, brice.”

he does, and notices the luggage bag resting upon the wardrobe. makes a noise of surprise before turning to his friend, “so, are you going to help me or not?”

huffing, kylian aids the boy to drag the case down, flipping it open as brice digs through the pile of clothes situated in a drawer, “you don’t need that many clothes,” he tosses a few pairs of jeans to kylian, “they have washing machines there.”

kylian looks at the jeans, perplexed, “then why do i need 3 if i’m barely gonna wear them?”

brice doesn’t respond, just smiles, and continues rummaging.

“brice.”

“kylian.” he doesn’t look up and instead, excavates a couple of graphic t shirts that he hurls in his friend’s direction. the shit-eating grin that scours his face doesn’t dissipate, leaving kylian in deeper scepticism.

“stop looking at me like that, k, you’ll find out soon enough.”

kylian’s face flashes one devoid of humour, “you make it hard to forget that you’ve been to bondy before.”

“you’ll thank me for my experiences soon enough,” brice chides and kylian shakes his head, “it’s been like, what? 2 years since you last went? how can you remember anything?”

brice huffs out a laugh, “oh trust me, bondy is one hell of an experience,” throws another faded garment at kylian, who takes one look at it and chucks it back, “doesn’t fit me.”

“why is it still in here then?” brice sounded like a chastising mother, and it evokes a chuckle out of his friend.

“dunno,” kylian starts to fold, or rather roll, his clothes, situating them neatly in his suitcase, “and even so, didn’t you last go when you were a junior? elite camp is obviously different-”

“in terms of training intensity and expectation, yes,” brice educates, “but i can assure you, the same shit goes down in elite camp just as in junior– probably just a bit more… thrilling, if you will.”

“you mean dangerous, riddled with debauchery.”

brice feigns contemplation, then nods, “absolutely.”

a grimace makes its way upon kylian’s face, “don’t make me have second thoughts, i’m only there to play football and get referred.”

“and so is everyone else,” brice is helping kylian fold now, “just that teenagers like to mesh ambition and fun into a hellish, potentially fatal mix.” 

he then stops, half creased shirt in hand, and looks kylian dead in the eye, “just hope you get out of there alive.”

brice notices kylian’s muscles tense and cease, then starts laughing. kylian shoves him roughly, “i didn’t find that funny.”

it takes a while for brice to settle down again, apologising with sorries that he didn’t half mean. kylian, disgruntled, ignores the boy in front of him, shoving items upon the growing pile. 

he doesn’t know why he tolerates the guy.

[k9iriz]

𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!/𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(this was requested just like my first ney fic, but it’s gonna be two totally different ones, just with the same title.)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 (😩)

tonight was the night i finally got to go out, after all, i deserved it.

i had on a lace bra, before spraying some perfume on my top part before i fixed my lace panties as i admired my whole appearance, smiling widely at how fine i looked.

sheesh.

“oh damnit…” i mouthed, walking downstairs as i forgot my leggings in the laundry room as i was in a rush.

soon before i hit the bottom, i seen the living room cleaned as kylian had put our daughter down for bed already, making me smile.

he’s been doing so good helping me out due to him having games and practices and being gone half the days or even more.

you just took in how much of a help he’s been, even agreeing to let you go out.

“girl, i don’t know if i can make it out tonight…ive been busy.” i sighed into the phone as our daughter cried louder, rushing to warm her milk in the bottle warmer.

“i hear her crying…all of the girls agreed to go out-” hiba got cut off before i heard the door open, revealing kylian as he immediately took the bottle from you before he grabbed your crying daughter, giving it straight to her.

you sighed in relief as your hair was hardly done, nails weren’t done, you looked stressed and tired, kylian even sees it.

“yeah but, im gonna be stuck with my baby today. im sorry.” i frowned running my hands through my hair, i really would’ve taken that opportunity to go out if i had the chance.

“then my nails and hair isn’t done, nothing is done.” i explained as hiba laughed, making me laugh along with her as she expressed her sadness of me not going out with none of the psg girls like i used to before i got pregnant.

“okay, ill talk to you later.” i smiled as i heard toys clanking, seeing kylian cleaning the messy living room as i sighed, sitting on the couch.

“hi, mon amour.” kylian kissed my forehead as i smiled, kissing him back.

“hey.” i sighed, finally feeling relaxed.

“you know, you can go out tonight. i don’t have practice until next week.” kylian sat next to me, pulling me straight on his lap.

“you sure?” you asked, admiring your fine ass man.

“yeah. and plus, you deserve it amor.” kylian smiled at you as you grabbed his face, kissing him repeatedly, jumping up in excitement as you planned the night, soonly thinking…how am i gonna get pampered in less than 6 hours?

“i just sent you some money, amor.” you heard as he read your mind just like that, i love him.

“baby!” i yelled as kylian walked from the garage, before he paused, just admiring you and your figure.

“oh! you scared me.” i jumped as i walked over to him, just him staring at me.

“is she down for bed?” i asked as i grabbed my leggings out the laundry basket before sliding them on, fixing my silver anklet in the process.

“yes she is…come here for a second.” kylian said, using his pointer finger as i walked over to him with a worried face, thinking my hair was messed up.

“what is it?—is it my hair?” i asked as kylian smiled down at me before his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, taking in my scent.

“you look so fucking good, mon amour.” kylian groaned into your neck, as he caressed my ass, making me giggle, feeling his breath hitched across my neck.

“mnm—kylian i have to finish getting dressed!” i squealed as i pulled away, before he pulled on my leggings, trailing me back to the couch, standing between his legs.

“not in these panties.” kylian shook his head as he didn’t get a clear look at your underwear at first, seeing your thong print outside of them.

“kyliannn! i wanna wear these…” i whined as he shook his head, pulling at the hem of them.

“i can see the print outside of these. take them off and change in front of me.” kylian demanded, grabbing some other panties from the laundry basket, handing them to me.

“no!—you can barley see the panty line!” i protested as he texted away on his phone, still not giving up his request.

you were beyond annoyed as he didn’t approve of your outfit, rolling my eyes at my husband before i stormed away, he shot me a glare, slapping my ass in the process.

lord i jumped-

“now, y/n.” kylian looked up at me as his typing stopped, making me huff, rolling my eyes as he watched my every move.

“ugh…i hate you.” i mumbled as i groaned, slowly taking off my panties before i mumbled insults of unfairness under my breath.

this wasn’t fair at all…like?

“and since you have a attitude, let me fix it for you.” kylian pulled you onto his lap, before your phone buzzed, 5 missed messages from hiba, lord knows what you’ve gotten yourself into.

- hiba: where are you??

- hiba: hey, im on the way, all of the girls.

- hiba: and plus we get in free tonight, so be ready or ill come in

- hiba: hello?

10 minutes later…

kylian gripped my ankles as his strokes got slower and slower, hitting my spot as i could do nothing but stare up at him, being lost in all the bliss of pleasure that was coming towards me.

my thighs touched the bed , my legs up near his waist with his hands wrapped around my ankles, keeping me in place as my head hung off the couch.

he didn’t even take me upstairs…

our daughter could really walk out her room and see her parents on the couch…

kylian had a habit of fucking me on everything around the house and it turned him on more than in the bedroom, which irritated me because our child is old enough to come out and see what we could be doing.

“i-it’s in my stomach ky—oh my god…” i faintly whined as tears ran down my face, he was roughly abusing my g-spot, causing me to cum over and over again on his dick.

he really pulled my panties aside and handled his business-

kylian let go of my ankles before he placed his arms besides my head, staring right down at me before gripping my face to look up at him.

“if i say you can’t wear those panties…i ment it.” kylian spoke to you, his accent getting deeper.

“y-yes…” i faintly spoke above a moan as his hand wrapped around my neck as his strokes got a little faster by the time.

“this is all mines. everything on your body is mines. nobody else gets to see it but fucking me, understand?” kylian said, as he slowly talked to me through my orgasm.

“yes baby yes…” i gripped his wrist as my moans got louder and louder, missing that my phone was ringing…

kylian looked over as he mentally smirked, grabbing it before handing to me. “awnser it, amour.” kylian suggested, slowing down his strokes a bit.

before i could catch my breath, i swiped awnser as i kept my forehead in the few of the camera, as he rubbed my clit, causing me to jolt, gripping his wrist again.

“where are you? we’re outside waiting for you!” hiba awnsered in the phone as kylian’s rolled onto mines, causing my eyes to roll back, but soonly stopping myself from moaning out-loud.

ooo i hate him.

“i-i was just finishing getting d-dressed-oh fuck…” i stopped myself as a loud moan came out, slightly making me pull on kylian’s shirt for him to slow down.

“you wanna cum?” kylian mouthed to me, tilting his head as his fingers sped up on my clit. his facial expressions had me wetter by the minute, he was close himself.

“y/n?? you there?” my finger pressed on mute as my phone fell on the floor. i was so focused on the pleasure i didn’t care who was on the phone at that moment.

“baby…” kylian moaned as his head was thrown back, i clenched around him again as i stared up at him, biting my lip.

“cum in me.” i dumbly requested as a load moan erupted from our lips as we both made our messes as hiba was on the other line, brainlessly calling my name.

pregnant…

kylian picked me up as we kissed sloppily, putting me down as i felt myself on wobbly legs.

“my legs hurt.” i whined as i limped to put my panties on.

“you should’ve listened.” kylian smirked before he slapped my ass harshly before walking upstairs to shower, reminding myself hiba was on the phone.

grabbing it as she was still on there, lord.

“are you ready yet? nasties!” hiba laughed as she heard all of that, lord im embarassed.