#kylian mbappé x reader

[darlingmbappe]

Family Man | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: Your husband is feeling a bit nervous about staying home alone with your daughter for the first time. When you ease his worries, he thanks you the best way he can, but then surprises you with a big request.

Warnings: SMUT! Oral (female receiving), romantic sex, breeding kink, Kylian being a simp kinda, cussing, not checked for spelling/grammar errors. Let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —

“Charlotte is finally down.” Kylian sighed from the doorway of your bedroom, trudging over to his side of the bed.

You smiled up from your novel as you watched him crawl on top of the comforter, laying his head on your arm and cuddling at your side. “She’s a piece of work, that girl.” You chuckle.

Kylian breaks out a grin, thinking about his wonderful three year old baby girl. “Wonder who she got it from…”

“Ha!” You set your book down on your lap, tilting your head down to look at him. “You’re joking. Kylian, You’re the biggest piece of work there is.”

He chucked into your shoulder and flipped on his stomach to be face to face with you, heavy leg comfortably draped over your thigh. “But you love us both.”

“So much.” You leaned over and kiss him sweetly, setting aside the now bookmarked novel on your nightstand. “Don’t know how I put up with you, though.”

“Well, you’re gonna get a little break from us this week.” He spoke and glances over at your packed suitcase sitting by the door. You sensed the tinge of nervousness in his sentence and put a reassuring hand on the back of his head.

“I’ll only be gone a week, Ky.” You comfort, tracing the structure of his brow bones gently with your forefinger. He leans into your touch, humming softly before burying his head in your neck. Clearly somethings on his mind.

“I know. It’s just…” he turns, wrapping an insecure arm around your waist to hold you closer, “I’ve never been alone with her for that long. Not for a week straight.” You scratched his back softly, allowing him to melt into you more. “I mean, what if she gets bored and I run out of things to do? Or what if she doesn’t like the activities I have planned for us? What if she breaks a leg or something on my watch?”

“Baby…” you coo, grabbing his chin between your thumb and knuckle so he’s look up at you. His big brown eyes showed his apprehensiveness, almost begging for you not to leave in the morning. “You know you’re an amazing dad, right?” He nods sheepishly, but you understood where this insecurity came from.

When Charlotte was born, it was at the beginning of the season. He did his best to take as many days off as he could, wanting nothing more than to be with you and his newborn baby girl. Though his efforts were much appreciated, you were still left alone with her many times, sometimes for days on end. It’s was through no fault of his own and you knew that, always reassuring him that you understood his responsibilities as a major world renowned athlete. Of course you’d love for him to be there with both of you 24/7, but it’s not something you would ever hold against him.

He was deep in thought and you could practically hear him overthinking the next seven days, coming up with every worst-case-scenario possible. “I was nervous the first time I was alone with Char, too.” You said softly. “It’s scary, I get it. But, I know you two will have the best time. Whatever you have planned, she’ll love it because she’ll get to do it with you.”

His lips curled up, staring back in adoration. “You think?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Of course. She’s so excited to be with just you. When I told her, it actually kind of hurt how happy she was.”

This made Kylians whole face break out in a wrinkled smile. “Yeah?”

Of course he loved that, his competitive nature trumping his sense of humility. “Oh yeah.” You grin. “She’s dying for some alone time with daddy.”

“And you?”

You furrow your brows. “Me?”

“Mhm.” He shifts to hover over you lazily. “You need some alone time with daddy?” The smirk he gave you sent a rush through your body.

Your arms wrap around his neck as he puts his legs on either side of you, nudging your nose with his. God, this man just has a way about him. The way he looks at you consistently makes your stomach erupt in butterflies, even after all these years.

“Cheeky, cheeky boy.” You tusk, leaning up only slightly, teasing a kiss on his wanting lips. “What does daddy have to offer?”

“Whatever you want. I’m yours.” He touched his forehead to yours, you slowly lifted your chin to touch your lips to his.

Starting off gently, he breathed in deep through his nose, savoring this moment. Having a toddler, it’s hard to find time to be intimate when they’re always around. Always.

But, it kind of makes the sex way hotter… way more anticipated.

He pokes his tongue in and you opened up immediately, suddenly desperate for some action. He began moving his hips over the thick duvet you laid under, giving himself some relief, but you needed that layer gone. You began tugging at it desperately, Kylian got the hint. He sat up, tossing aside the blanket and stared down at your sleep attire, humming to himself and licking his lips.

“You’re so sexy.” He grumbled, now looking at you with nothing except love and lust. Your hardened nipples poked through your white scrunched up shirt, displaying your lower half for Kylians pleasure. The pink cotton panties you wore had a little rose engraved on the front, sending your husbands brain into a spiral as he started crawling down your body involuntarily. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

He made it down to where you needed him, a gentle touch on you thighs opening your legs. You didn’t need much coercion from him, knowing the usual rhythm of this sort of thing. Being with him for so long meant you knew each other patterns and needs.

“I get a goodbye gift?” You teased once he situated himself between your legs, big hands moving your knees upward toward your chest.

Instead of responding, he placed a meaningful kiss to your covered core, looking up at you, wanting to watch every reaction he persuaded out of you. He stiffened his tongue, poking at your clit methodically before biting the fabric and clipping his thumbs underneath the seams. Slowly, he slid them over your legs, his eyes glued to how your pussy reveled himself to him, already glistening.

“I already told you, bébé. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He mumbled in a trance, only looking up when you whined at his lack of movement. “You gotta tell me, bébé. What do you want?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You poked with a pouty giggle, jutting your needy hips toward his mouth. He splayed his hands over your middle, holding you down. “Just eat me out, Mbappé.”

“Always so bossy.” He jeered, but lined his mouth up anyways, purposely blowing out a sigh on your pulsing core before flattening his tongue on you. Your eyes rolled back, keeping your moan quiet with a hard lips bite as he continued to work his muscle, lapping up and down, focusing on the bundle of nerves at the peak.

“Always taste so sweet, bébé.” He praised, dragging his fingers down your hips, feeling the goosebumps he’s creating on your soft familiar skin. The feeling of his lips moving against your cunt made you grip the sheets until your knuckles turned white.

You looked down at your husband between your legs, eyes closed, seemingly hypnotized and focused solely on pleasuring you.

Without warning, he poked his tongue in and out of your needy hole, making you gasp at the sensation. “Shit, oh god.” You gasp. A quick hand made it’s way behind his head, pressing him further into you. He stuck it in as far as it would go out of his mouth, circling and wiggling around, feeling your pulsating walls. He moved a hand from your hip and dragged his forefinger agonizingly slowly on your clit.

“Let me show you how much I’ll miss you.” He muffled, the vibration of his voice making you moan out.

“Please.” You begged, watching him with hooded eyes. His finger dipped lower and lower, tapping on your sensitive nub to make you jolt. It made him laugh, obsessed with the sight of you squirming under his touch.

He teased his middle finger in before inserting two inside of you. Kylian was always one for foreplay, eager to make it the best experience for the both of you. That’s so hot.

You were a moaning mess, hot and bothered as he curled his fingers up, his mouth attached to your pussy like a man starved. His eyes were now wide open and gazing up at you, your chest heaving, your back arching, your quiet moans singing in his ears like a melody. It was all too much for him as he began humping the bed in desperation. Getting to see what he can turn you into could have made him cum on the spot, but he wanted to cum inside of you. He needed to cum inside of you.

You whimpered when he detached his mouth, wiping his glistening face with the back of his hand. “You’re fucking amazing, mon amour. I love you so much.”

You’d gone off the pill years ago before you got pregnant with Charlotte and hadn’t gone back, relying on condoms and quick reflexes. You’d talked about having more kids in the future, but not recently enough to prepare you for what your husband said next.

“Let me put another baby in you.”

Your breathing was heavy, but it stopped for a moment out of shock. The look on his face was completely serious as he crawled up on top of you, lifting your shirt enough to reveal your boobs, tweaking your nipples between his fingers.

You swallowed the noises threatening to spill out of you throat, staring into the eyes of the man you’ve adored for so many years — the eyes that were practically heart shaped whenever he caught even a glance at you.

“Let me get you pregnant.” He repeated and dipped his head in your neck, trailing a soft path of kisses upward until he reached your mouth, lingering there a little longer. He leaned into your ear, giving it the gentlest bite before whispering. “Remember how I couldn’t keep my hands off of you?” His hands roamed down to your stomach, caressing it like he used to do. “You looked so fucking hot with my baby inside of you.”

You couldnt help but smile, feeling your heart beat faster for him. “What about the mood swings?” He kissed behind your ear.

“Don’t mind them.” He kissed your jaw.

“My feet swell pretty bad.”

He kissed your cheek. “I give great foot rubs.”

“Cravings?”

“I’ll get you anything you want.” He placed the last kiss on the corner of your mouth, pulling back to stare into your eyes, wiping away any stray hairs that fell onto your face.

You sighed up at him. “You think we’re ready?”

He finally landed his kiss on your lips, breathing you in like you were a drug. “I know I am. So, what do you say, bébé?”

Kylian was the worlds best dad and even had three Father’s Day mugs to prove it. He was attentive and loving and caring and wanted nothing but the absolute best for his family. For your family.

“Let’s make a baby.” As soon as those words left your lips he kissed you deeply. You both smiled into the kiss, attempting to pucker but failing, eventually just giggling into each other, hugging tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”He hummed, standing up and shedding his joggers and boxers, revealing the main attraction.

God, the way you salivated at the sight of him was almost embarrassing. You’d worried about what marriage would do to your sex life, especially after having a baby, but Kylian always made you feel so sexy. He flirted with you constantly, found every possible way to make you squirm. You found that the longer your with him, the more things you discover about him that make you adore him more. Want him more.

You adjusted yourself as he slotted above you, your legs wrapped around his middle as you traced his collarbone. The shift from how the night started to now made your head spin. You couldn’t believe that you’d decided to start trying again out of the blue like this, but knew in your heart that you wanted this too.

He lined himself up, prodding you open slowly to let you adjust to his massive size.

“Oh, fuck Kylian.” You breathe, grabbing his face sweetly as your eyebrows knit together. He loved the faces you made when he was inside you — missionary being his favorite position.

He moved his hips until he was all the way in, waiting for your cue for him to continue. It didn’t take long, it never did. When you nodded at him, he began thrusting, his pace slow as if every movement was personal and meaningful. You loved the stretch he gave you, feeling every ridge, every curve.

This type of sex is Kylians favorite. Sure, he’ll take you roughly, spank you until he can see a mark. He loved the feeling of having his hand wrapped around your throat, or thrusting into you with such speed and force that it makes your legs wobble the next day. But something about the steady pace, the perfect rhythm, the eye contact, holding your hand, getting to kiss you like it would transfer the love he kept in his heart to yours... getting to take you in piece by piece was the most thrilling thing he’s found in his lifetime. Having the pleasure of holding your hand, listening to your whimpers and quiet “ah, ah”s was like a drug. He was undeniably addicted to you. Obsessed with every inch of your being. He couldn’t think of a more personal way to show the woman he loved how much he means to him. No amount of money could buy this type of intimacy.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles, reaching down to intertwine your hands, in need of feeling more of you. “I can’t imagine my life without you.” Your heart was melting at his words, his dilated pupils absorbing every inch of your face. His rhythm was hypnotic. Your needs begged for him to go faster, harder, to take you roughly… but your heart outweighed those thoughts. Though slow, it was the most romantic sex you’ve had in a while. “Cant believe I got you. I can’t believe I get to love you forever.”

He spoke sweetly, his breath fanning your face with his words and pants. The knot in your stomach tightened, making you squeeze your legs around his middle. “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” You whimpered, somehow forming coherent sentences through the intense pleasure. “I love you, Kylian.”

He slotted his face in your neck, breathing heavier than before, hoping your skin would muffle the sinful moan that erupted from his mouth. His thrusts kept the same speed, but faltered slightly. “God, bébé. I’m gonna cum.”

You hugged him tightly against you. “Me too.” The feeling of his pelvic bone continuously rubbing against your clit and the slight tug and push of his member inside of you was consuming your every sense. “Fuck, Kylian.”

You dig your teeth into the skin of his shoulder or else you’d have screamed in pleasure, waking up the innocent little toddler just a few rooms down. The knot popped, making your toes curl, the bliss of it all creating spots in your vision. You came hard as Kylians thrusts continued at a slightly faster pace.

He kissed your cheek, seeking his own release — it didn’t take long to find it upon feeling your walls quivering around him. “Ah, dieu.” He moaned. “I’m cumming.” He panted, hissing and squeezing your hand as he looked into your hooded eyes. He bit his lip hard to keep quiet, breathing harshly through his flared nostrils.

He came down, his arms giving way as he laid on top of you to catch his breath. He hugged you so close, kissing your lips sweetly. He lifted himself to stop crushing you, matching your smile before he began to slowly thrust again.

“Shit, Ky!” You whisper yell, gasping at the overstimulation.

He hissed but continued his movements. “Gotta make sure it sticks, bébé.”

After three more thrusts, he stops and pulls out of you gently, laying his exhausted body next to you. He dipped his hand down and held yours, bringing it to his face to kiss it and kept it held at his lips. He looked at you as if you were a queen, a goddess.

“You think Char will be happy if we give her a baby brother or sister?” You wonder, laying on your back because you read that staying there for fifteen minutes after sex heightens your chances of getting pregnant.

“I don’t know… eventually. I think she loves being spoiled.” He grinned. It was true, Charlotte squealed every-time Kylian got home with something for her. Whether it was cupcake or a a tiny Tiffany necklace, she loved getting gifts.

“And who’s fault is that?”

Kylian made a guilty whatever face. His favorite thing in the world was getting to spoil his petite princesse.

Kylian places your hand on his chest, just above his heart. The stare he gave you was weakening, dibilitating, so full of raw emotion. You felt it thumping under your palm, knowing he meant that his heart was in your hands. You leaned over and snuggled into his side, kissing his cheek and keeping your hand on his heart. His heart rate picked up instantly, earning an earth shattering, lovey dovey grin from you.

Whatever the future holds, the family you’ve created with Kylian stands on strong pillars of love and loyalty. Having someone who you can trust blindly is the key to a life full of wonderful moments, and Kylian takes on that role with pride — absolutely devoted to creating the happiest life for his two princesses. You and Charlotte really are the luckiest girls alive… and with the possible addition of another family member, you might just get even luckier.

A/N: wrote this between classes today to give y’all a little something because my school is nearing midterms so I gotta crack down with studying. Thanks for reading! Also I didn’t spell check or grammar check this very thoroughly so I apologize for any mistakes <3

[cialovesklopp]

une journée a trois ➻ k.mbappe

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

pairing – kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

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

word count — 10.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

amara shrugged. “it was our little secret.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m doing that. it won’t go in.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“are you talking about anaïs?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— did you see mummy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chef's Kiss || Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

Summary: A passionate encounter unfolds in the kitchen as Kylian comes home. You both share intense moments and proceed to the bedroom, leaving you both breathless and content.

Warnings: smut,cursing

As you stand in the kitchen, focused on cooking a delicious meal, you hear the front door open, and in walks Kylian, looking tired but happy to be home. He can't resist the sight of you in the kitchen, and without a word, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel his warm breath on your neck, and a smile spreads across your face.

"Hey, you're home early," you say, leaning back into his embrace."Yeah, I couldn't wait to see you ange" he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on your neck. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you turn off the stove, giving him your full attention.

With a mischievous grin, Kylian lifts you up and gently places you on the kitchen counter. His hands move to your hips as he kisses your neck, and you moan softly at the feeling. "I miss this", he says looking in your eyes.  Kylian's hands begin to rub up and down your legs, sending shivers through your body. You reach up and grab the back of his head, pulling him closer to you.

Kylian moves his hands up and begins to unbutton your blouse. As he works his way down, he pulls it off exposing your lacy bra. Kylian cups your breasts in his hands, rubbing them lightly, making your nipples harden against his palms.

You arch your back, pushing your chest towards him. Kylian slips his hands under your bra, and slowly removes it from your body.

He leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it lightly. You close your eyes, letting out a low moan. Kylian switches between your nipples, leaving both of them wet with his saliva.

You push yourself against him, wanting more. Kylian slides his hand down your stomach, over your panties, and into your pussy. Your breathing becomes heavy as you start to grind your pussy against his hand. He starts to finger-fuck you, while continuing to suck your tits. You moan louder, and reach down to touch yourself. Kylian stops what he is doing, and looks up at you. "I want to taste you."

With that, he pushes you down onto the countertop, and pulls your skirt down. He runs his tongue along your slit, and you moan shakily. Kylian then moves his tongue inside you, fucking you with his tongue. You wrap your legs around his head, trying to get him deeper inside you. Kylian takes this as an invitation, and begins to thrust his tongue in and out of you.

He continues to eat you, until you finally come all over his tongue. He pulls away, and smiles up at you. "You taste so good amour," he says, licking his lips. You smile, and lean forward, kissing him deeply. Kylian picks you up again, and carries you upstairs to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed , and yanks his boxers down to climbs on top of you. He kisses you passionately, and you can feel his cock pressing against your pussy.

Kylian slowly lowers himself onto you, sliding his cock inside you. You gasp at the feeling of being filled completely by him. Kylian begins to fuck you slowly at first, but soon speeds up, picking up speed. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

You can tell he is about to come, and you beg for him.Kylian grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, holding you still. You try to pull away, but he holds you tight.

You look into his eyes, pleading with him to let you go. He lets go of your wrists, and grabs your face, pulling you towards him. He moans into your mouth while fucking you. You stare into his eyes. "Fuck me harder Kylian!" you scream, and he does just that. He fucks you faster, and harder than before. You can feel your orgasm building as he grunts, and beg him not to stop.

"Please don't stop! I'm going to cum!" Kylian responds by pounding into you even harder, and you climax, screaming his name. After a few minutes, he collapses on top of you. He kisses you softly, and you lay there together, catching your breath. Kylian rolls over on his side, and pulls you close to him while grabbing your arse. "Fuck, that was amazing," he laughs.

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kylian mbappe fucking you after his match with Netherlands and you wore his jersey n a miniskirt which turned him onn

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warnings: smut 18+, p in v sex, oral f recieving

a/n: i loved writing this so much, this is my first time writing for kylian and i greatly enjoyed it🤍

kylian returned home from the netherlands to a quiet home. this was unusual since you were always downstairs waiting for him when him came back from games to shower him with kisses and affection.

“y/n, ma chérie?” kylian called for you wondering where his wife had gone. he marched upstairs to your bedroom to meet you in his jersey with a white pleated mini skirt and red thigh high socks. you walked up to meet his lips with a kiss “i guess getting man of the match comes with an extra prize” kylian grabbed you by the waist “come collect your trophy”.

kylian carried you to the bed and you slowly pulled off your jersey until he pinned you down “ma chérie, don’t take it off, i want to see my name on your back when i fuck you”. kylian slid off your skirt and panties and went down on your clit gracing it with soft gentle kisses before consuming it with lips to suck on it. “baby i know you missed touching me like this but you have to go a more gentle”. kylian looked and smiled then continued to slowly lick up and down your folds. you could feel yourself getting close but you didn’t want tot cum until he was deep inside you. “i need you kylian” “i’m right here” “no, inside me”.

kylian undid his pants to release his hard cock. “give it to me please” kylian grabbed your legs and pulled you in close to his body throwing your legs over his shoulders. his cock had yearned for your wetness hard as a rock and throbbing in his hand. “so wet for me amour, i’m going to take good care of you” kylian touched your folds with the tip of his cock teasing you with his skin before making his cock disappear inside you. the strokes were slow and gentle making sure you were comfortable and felt every inch of him. “turn over and arch your back for me” kylian fucked you from the back and grabbed your waste feeling your ass cheeks smack against his thighs. “moan for me chérie, your voice is music to my ears” your angelic voice reminded him of how lucky he was to have you by his side. “kylian i’m getting close” he pulled his cock out of you and used the tip of it to rub your clit “yes right there baby i’m cumming fuck” you came undone from his touch. “ugh fuck amour” kylian came on your stomach.

“you did so well chérie, i can’t believe im blessed with a girl like you”

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It Was Never Us | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Summary: You had finally had enough.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: ANGST, ANGST, cursing, time jump, lots of dialogue

Note: I reluctantly apologize. I rushed to get this out in time before the semester started so if there are mistakes, I do apologize for that.

FOUR YEARS AGO

It has been three times now. Three times that Kylian had forgotten about your biweekly date night. Three times that you were left feeling like a complete failure. Three times you were left questioning yourself what you did wrong.

The first time he had forgotten about it, he made it up to you by taking you out the next day. The second time: he had made plans with Neymar that day, said that he got the days confused, you just said that it was fine. You weren’t in the mood to argue that day—especially because your team had a bad loss—a match he hadn’t even bothered to show up to, let alone text you ‘good luck’ or ‘sorry about the match.’

But today, today was different. It was the anniversary of your four-year relationship. He said he had the night handled a couple of weeks ago, and that all you had to do was ‘dress pretty.’ You weren’t able to double check with him because of his away match yesterday. He was flying in today and then was going to attend a rehab session to loosen his tight muscles.

He had promised he wouldn’t be back home late.

However, it had been almost four hours past the time he was supposed to come by and pick you up. So now, you are just fed up.

He hadn’t mentioned anything about the anniversary date or your plans. Let alone a text message saying ‘Happy Anniversary.’ You thought maybe he was planning an elaborate dinner, that that was the reason why you hadn’t been sent your favorite flowers or even a call.

Your phone dings again. A timer you had set for yourself to start winding down for the night because you had a big match tomorrow—Women’s Championship League—against Chelsea.

Standing in the kitchen in your heels, dress still on, you couldn’t take your eyes off your phone: a video of Kylian at a restaurant with Neymar and some of his other teammates. He wasn’t doing anything bad, but he was just there. Never did he mention to you that he was going out tonight. The video had been taken over an hour ago.

You don’t even feel angry. You feel embarrassed. Humiliated. But you don’t let those emotions consume you, instead you start packing a set of clothes in a large traveling purse you have. You weren’t going to stay here tonight, you couldn’t.

As you zip up your bag, satisfied with the items you packed, you go back to make you some type of dinner. You hear the front door unlock and you let out a breathy sigh to calm down your feelings as he walks in.

He glances at you, and then does a double take, his head tilting, “It’s a bit late to go out, ma chérie, don’t you think?”

You cross your arms in front of you, Kylian’s confused expression only growing. You give him a calm smile, “You tell me.”

“What do you mean?” He sets the training bag he took this morning on the dining room chair. He props his elbow against it.

“What’s today?”

His cheeks warm suddenly, his mind juggling through birthdays and anniversaries. He stills. His shoulders slack as he rubs his face, “Fuck, fuck, chérie, I’m so sorry—”

“No, I don’t want to hear it. I’m done, Kylian,” you say. Your voice is so eerily calm that it makes him worry.

He looks at you, his eyebrows raised, “What?”

“I’m done.”

“No, chérie,” he walks towards you in a couple of strides. His arms are reaching out for you but you swipe them away. Your heels clack against the marble tile as you walk past him. “Let me make it up to you.”

You let out a laugh, “I can’t believe I wasted this time with you.”

He’s shaking his head but you can’t see him frantically following your pace up the stairs, “Don’t say that, mon amour.”

“You haven’t remembered shit, Kylian!” you whip your head to face him. His face is only guilty and full of shame. “I can’t even remember the last time we cuddled, let alone held hands.”

You knew juggling between matches of you and him, time got stretched impossibly. But the times you were home, Kylian used to never take them for granted, neither did you. The both of you would cherish one another whenever in each other’s presence. Always communicating, loving one another, and supporting each other at games if time permitted.

But then the World Cup happened. You had the time to go to Russia and you and Kylian had the best time there despite you only being able to see him after his matches. His popularity and recognition skyrocketed. He was on everyone’s mind and you couldn’t be any more proud.

However, that was the turning point in your relationship. No longer were you guys able to go on weekly dates comfortably—not with Kylian’s new status. He would have to rent out restaurants or you two would get bombarded. It turned to every other week because it got exhausting trying to make time with him at a restaurant.

Kylian’s hands fumble on the rail, clutching onto them. His eyes tear away from yours and you scoff, continuing up the stairs. His steps heavy and fast, “Chérie, wait.”

“I waited for four hours, I’m done.” You grab your bag and sling it on your shoulder.

He gawks, “Done with what?”

You look up at him, “Done with this. With you and your unkept promises.”

His face falls again and he stops walking closer to you, scared that any move towards you will only push you away. He says, “No, can we just talk about this please?”

“Sure, Kylian, we can talk,” you indulge, your voice laced with sarcasm.

He frowns, his mouth opening but he says nothing. He scratches his neck, searching for words, “I—I’m sorry.”

Your hand teases off the engagement ring from your finger, setting it down on the dresser you and Kylian share. Kylian’s heart squeezes at the sight of you. He can’t stop himself from walking to you, “Wait, please.”

You stand there, eyeing him quietly. His eyes are darting back and forth between your bare finger and the ring. “Don’t do this. Not right now, you have a game tomorrow. What—what did I do wrong? I’ll fix it, chérie, I promise. I’ll fix it.”

His hands find yours and you let him. You had already made up your mind and you weren’t going to change it. You couldn’t keep doing this each time.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” you say and his eyebrows furrow. “You’re not the man who proposed to me on my first ever professional football field that I played on. You aren’t the person who used to rent out restaurants for me without hesitation if I said I was craving something.

“You kiss me when you come home but you don’t talk to me. You don’t ask how my day was or tell me yours. We don’t cuddle. You don’t even go to my games anymore so I’m surprised that you remembered tomorrows. And you’ve missed our date nights for the past months, and I’m so tired of it.

“I’ve done everything. I’ve gone to every game I could possibly make and cancel plans with my friends to make sure we have our date night. I’ve talked to you and told you if something is wrong, like how you have told me to do. We talk it out and we’re usually fine, but this—this has been going on for so long now, that it started off small and now it’s just grown.”

Your eyes search his and they’re stuck frozen staring at you, taking in your words. You pull your hands from his and he doesn’t fight them to break away.

You clear your throat, “I stopped complaining because I didn’t want to be that bitchy fiancé everyone complains about, but no, I will not settle with someone who is no longer the person I love. So I’m done. I’m not going to marry someone who forgets or gets too comfortable in their relationship that they stop entirely and can’t even realize it.”

He steps in front of you, halting your movements, his voice shaking “Give me one more chance and I swear it will be the last. I swear on everything.”

“You can’t keep promises.”

You move around him but he’s quick to step in front of you again. His hands desperately clutching for yours, “Wait—we’ve been busy these past few months, okay? I think we’ve both been exhausted—”

You shake your head, “Don’t say ‘we,’ Kylian. I have given you everything even when I was tired. That’s the difference between you and I.”

He nods quickly, “Okay, me! I have been exhausted lately that I just haven’t been thinking right. I haven’t loved you the way I should’ve. I haven’t given you the attention nor the time that you deserve. I did get comfortable, okay, yes, I admit to that and it’s my fault.”

You adjust the bag on your shoulders, “It is.” You move past him and walk down the stairs. “Even if you had texted me I probably would’ve let this slide, but to go out tonight, seriously?”

“I forgot,” he sighs. “I’m sorry, I know you wish to hear something else—” the both of you stop in the kitchen. His breath hitches, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t keep our promises.”

You take in the view of his face. He’s completely deflated and you wish that brought you joy, but it doesn’t. You want to wrap him in your arms and put your ring back on, saying that you were overreacting but you don’t.

Just a few months ago the two of you were celebrating his twentieth birthday, and then a few months afterward he was proposing to you. The face he wore that day, so full of joy and excitement of what the future held. A stark contrast now.

He frowns, tears welling up in his eyes. A shaky sigh escapes his mouth, “I love you.”

You blink away the tears that threatened to pool, “I love you too, Kylian, that’s why I have to do this. I don’t want to hold myself back—I mean I have a fucking final to play tomorrow and here I am still awake. I can’t keep doing this anymore. I don’t deserve to be second in your life. I hope you find the person that you—”

He cuts you off, “Don’t say that.”

“I wish you all the best and success.”

He closes his eyes, nodding. Somehow him not looking made you walk out easier. And once you finally made it to the elevator, you leaned against the wall and bawled into your hands. Your sobs rattled the entire elevator.

------

PRESENT

“Holy shit,” Sergio mutters. Kylian’s eyebrows furrow next to him, Hakimi across from him leans into the iPad Sergio carries.

“On our PSG?” Hakimi asks.

“There’s only one féminine team,” Sergio replies.

“What’s up?” Kylian perks his head up.

“Y/N Y/L, she just got transferred here.”

Hakimi’s brows furrow, “Woah, her name sounds so familiar.” He flicks his fingers, “Agh! I know it, it’s right there.”

Kylian freezes, dropping the band he and Hakimi were using to stretch. It goes swinging to Hakimi and he winces as it makes contact with his chest.

“Really, Ky?”

Kylian ignores him, walking towards Sergio, examining the article.

The headline reads, “Star Defender is Coming Home!”

Sergio beams, “She’s really good. Marquinhos told me about her…”

He keeps talking but Kylian doesn’t register his words. He’s still fixated on the images of you, you wear a happy smile in your FC Barcelona uniform in one of them, and then in the other you hold a PSG jersey up. You had just been on a stellar season, he knew, of course he had known.

He kept up with all of your games since the two of you had broken up. He had tried to follow you on social media, but watching you play and seeing you up close on his phone, he couldn’t stomach both. He was so glad to see you doing well on Barca that he couldn’t comprehend why you would want to leave them.

Sergio furrows, thinking the same thing, “I wonder why she’s leaving.”

Hakimi shrugs, “I guess we’ll have to just ask her when we see her tonight.”

“Tonight?” Kylian croaks.

He nods, “The exhibition match tonight against the women’s team.”

Kylian eyebrows raise, “That’s today?”

“We were just talking about it,” Sergio says. “How did you forget?”

Kylian, still in shock, “No, I know it’s today. I just…I don’t think she’ll be playing tonight.”

Hakimi chimes, “Maybe she’ll just watch, but no she’s definitely here.”

“How do you know?”

Hakimi and Sergio both furrow their brows at their teammate. His sudden different behavior was not going unnoticed. Sergio lets out a nervous chuckle, “This picture is from today, Kyks. Are you okay?”

Kylian scoffs and then lets out a restrained chuckle, “Of course.”

Sergio nods at him hesitantly and then scrolls down to read the article. Kylian watches as his eyebrows furrow and his heart screeches as Sergio reads it aloud, “‘She’s expected to play in tonight’s exhibition match, and it will definitely be a sight to see her and Kylian Mbappé on the same field. Just four years ago, the two of them were expecting to tie the knot, but suddenly called it off, breaking the hearts of many of their fans…’”

Heat pools around Kylian as both of them look at him. He fixates his eyes with one of the medicine balls that lay some feet in front of him, not daring to look at the two of them.

Hakimi nudges him, “Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

Kylian coughs, “We didn’t work out.”

“You fucked it up?” Sergio asks. His voice is blunt.

Hakimi speaks again, “So you were just never going to say that you had a whole fiancé at one point?”

Kylian sighs, “Yeah, I fucked it up, and it’s not something I’m proud of, Achraf, why would I tell you that?”

He shrugs, “I mean, I could’ve helped you or something.”

“It was four years ago, we didn’t know each other by then. Can you guys please just not say anything? We don’t talk about this anymore,” Kylian’s voice is firm.

Sergio and Hakimi glance at each other, their faces betraying Kylian. Kylian lets out a sigh and shakes his head.

Hakimi talks first, “How long were you guys together?”

Sergio then: “This is an engagement though, how could you have stayed quiet this whole time—”

Kylian rolls his eyes, “It was an engagement. Not anymore—”

“Did you cheat?” Sergio asks.

He groans loudly, “God, no. How could you say that?”

Sergio shrugs, “I mean four years ago was what…2019? You had to still be clouded from the World Cup.”

“I didn’t cheat on her, okay?” Kylian knows he can’t walk out of the session no matter how badly he wants to, so he rubs his face and plops down on the floor, stretching out his hamstrings. Luckily, the three of them were a bit far from the rest of his teammates, so they couldn’t hear much of their discussion.

Hakimi nods his head, “So you did something worse?”

“Like stopped showing up?” Sergio guesses.

Kylian suddenly hates himself for befriending two people who are already married—and Sergio was years into his happy marriage.

“Or, forgot something?” Sergio guesses again.

Hakimi groans, “Never forget a birthday.”

“Or an anniversary. I have my phone set to remind me months before.”

Hakimi laughs, “That’s smart. Kylian?”

He sighs, “I forgot our date nights…and our anniversary. And stopped showing her affection.”

Both of them quiet down. Kylian had yet to cool himself from the prior nerves he got from when Sergio first said your name, and their laughter-turned-to-silence wasn’t helping.

Sergio furrows, “You just threw her to the curb?”

Kylian looks at him, angry with his choice of words. He then looks at Hakimi and Hakimi looks disappointed. His face reminds Kylian of how someone feels when their younger sibling’s hearts have just been broken. Full of protection for someone he had never met.

“I didn’t mean to, but yeah, our lives got hectic months after the World Cup…that I just lost it. I couldn’t manage my time, everything was moving so fast. Dates were coming up before I even realized it, and then she was gone.”

The two of them are quiet again, Hakimi definitely couldn’t relate and Sergio was searching for some good advice.

Sergio coughs, engulfing the silence, “You were just a kid at that time, Kylian. Your recognition exploded and you didn’t know how to manage it. I wouldn’t place all the blame on your shoulders if I were you.”

Kylian shakes his head, “It was my fault though.”

“And the worlds,” Hakimi states.

“You young guys don’t know how to handle it until it happens,” Sergio advises. “You guys will think you do, but you don’t. Everything moves fast after you blow up, but you can never forget about the people who stayed by your side.”

Kylian nods absentmindedly. The advice would’ve been helpful four years ago, but he listens either way.

“Head up, you have a girl to catch,” Sergio says, getting up and patting Kylian’s head as he passes him.

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Kylian wishes Sergio’s words didn’t give him a surge of encouragement because here he was rehearsing the speech he was going to tell you once he got the time. He cringed as he thought of it. What was he even supposed to say?

Warm-ups had gone swiftly. He had seen you warming up from afar and the glimpse of it alone had his heart faltering between beats.

He knew that you would probably have to defend him, so it made him nervous thinking about you so close to him. The closest the two of you had ever been in four years.

The sound of the whistle was the only thing that got him out of his mind. He had a performance to put on. One that he knew would be cut short by half-time to let the youngsters play, so he had to give it his all since the stadium was sold out.

He tried to keep his gaze off of you, knowing that he would probably freeze and choke up the moment you looked at him.

Seeing Hakimi get the ball back, he knew it was time to start sprinting. He sprints around you, nearly tripping on his feet as the smell of your shampoo swarms his nose. It was still the same smell.

He hadn’t realized you were so close to him. He sprints down the line, and you’re following him.

You couldn’t lie and say that you wanted to throw up, seeing him now brought back all the memories of the two of you. And the funny part was that only the happy memories were the ones you remembered and thought of the most. You didn’t think of the bad parts—not that fast at least—until you had to remind yourself why the two of you didn’t work out.

He gets the ball passed to him, but he has to go through you first to get in a cross. He can’t help but to smirk, a nervous laugh escaping his mouth before he can even comprehend that you stole the ball away from him. You kick it to your teammate, slowing down to a jog. You feel him jog beside you.

“Good ball,” he says, jogging past you. His voice sends you chills. He turns around to face you and a ghost of a smile litters his face.

The game goes on. You and Kylian interact only briefly. When he sprints past you and you know there is no way to catch up to his speed, you let out a groan. He’s chuckling as runs past you and you have to fight back a grin.

The halftime whistle blows and you walk to the locker room, a smile finding your face as you clap hands with your new and some familiar teammates.

You find your way to the restroom, having already heard your coach’s words and line up changes. The restroom in the locker room was crowded so you decided to go to the one down the tunnel.

“Hey,” a voice calls out and you freeze. Of course he was waiting for you. You turn around slowly, Kylian already wearing his wind breaker as he gives you a nervous smile, “Are you playing the second half?”

You shake your head, still shocked at how much he’s grown and his presence. “No.”

Kylian motions his head to an elevator, “Want to come up with me?”

“I should probably tell my coach.”

He waves it off, “I already told him.”

You raise your eyebrows, “What?”

“Let's go upstairs to the media box, I want to talk.”

You almost want to laugh at his bluntness. Your eyebrows are raised, “Kylian.”

He walks towards you, his walk full of confidence as a smile tugs on his lips, “What?”

“I don’t think that’s a good look from me to my teammates.”

“They think you’re with Sergio Ramos right now talking about defense strategies,” he laughs. The sound of his glorious laugh and the crinkles besides his eyes almost make you want to hug him. Almost. After all, this was still the man of your first everything since you were sixteen.

“He’s in this too?” You ask.

He nods, “Just come on.” He presses the button for the elevator, holding the door open as it opens immediately. He holds out his hand for you with a growing smirk.

God, did he look so handsome. That glint in his eye used to make you so weak in your knees and it wasn’t failing now.

You grab his hand and the touch makes your nerves radiate throughout your arm and hand. You silently hiss and his eyebrows twitch but then it goes away. He had felt it too.

The elevator closes and he grins, “Welcome back.”

“Thank you,” you say, stuffing your hands into your windbreaker. You were suddenly glad that you decided to change completely because Kylian still had on his grass stained shorts and socks. You stifle a chuckle.

“It was fun beating you,” he snickers. He settles into the corner of the elevator and doesn’t hide his eyes as they skim down you. “Although you did play well, we may need you on our line actually.”

You laugh, “Oh, shut up.”

He hums, “Music to my ears.”

You roll your eyes. Both of you completely ignored the elephant in the room and you were glad. It was nice to see him again. The person you were talking to was who he was before the World Cup. Before he got too in his head. It makes your heart swell to see him happy again.

The elevator door dings open and he leads you to whatever room he was planning. It’s small with a single table and chair. The walls are painted blue and one of them is a whiteboard. A large window shows the view of the field below.

“What is this place?” you snort.

He laughs, “A small media room. Sometimes they do interviews in this room, but new coaches, never the players.”

“And that’s it?”

He smirks as the two of you make eye contact, “Sometimes a hideout the guys and I go to when we get sent off.”

“Like a red card?”

He nods, “Yep.”

You shake your head, chuckling. He pulls out the seat and motions you to take it. After you sit, he sits on the table, his legs dangling as he looks at the field. He’s sitting across from you on the table and has his back to you. The players were starting to make their way back onto the field.

“I promised—well Sergio—promised to have you back down there within twenty minutes,” he says, his eyes still glued onto the window. “I—” He lets out a shaky laugh and it makes you laugh at his nervousness. “They’re upset with me.”

“Who?”

“Sergio and Achraf.”

“Achraf?”

He glances back at you, “Number 2 on the field. Hakimi.”

“Oh, yes, okay I know him. Why are they upset with you?” your eyebrows furrow.

He rubs his neck, “I told them what happened between us.”

You nod your head slowly although he can’t see you. Well, might as well rip off the bandaid now. Time was ticking.

He looks down in his lap, “I’m sorry, chérie. I didn’t really mean to tell them, but they read an article and it said that we were in a relationship. They started asking a bunch of questions.”

“Wait, there's an article?” You’re already on your feet as you round the table. You don’t even have your phone on you to search for it.

He shakes his head, “It’s not bad.”

“You read it?”

He nods and stands up. He grabs a hold of your waving arms, settling them, “It’s not bad. It was talking about your accomplishments and then only mentioned me at the end. Said that it was going to be a ‘sight to see’ us on the field together after we called off our engagement four years ago.”

“It mentioned that?” You didn’t want the media’s attention to be on your previous relationship, it should be on a team.

He nods, his hands still on your wrists, rubbing circles onto them. “It was brief. Not a lot about you and I.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Where were you?”

He gives you a faint smile, his hands lingers on yours as he takes a seat on the table right beside you. He lets go of your hands, “Why did you come back?”

You sigh and rub your palms on your sweats. He wasn’t going to like the news. The media hadn’t even caught wind of it yet. “I’m getting married.”

Kylian can’t help the reaction he lets out. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open. His eyes are on you and you watch as they go from shock to hurt. He looks away immediately, his head looking down as he covers his mouth.

“He wanted to move here, got a job, and then hoped I would follow him.”

Kylian looks up, his eyebrows creased, “You wouldn’t do that though. You would never give up your dreams. Tell me that’s a lie.”

“It’s not.”

“For a guy?”

You sigh, crossing your arms. It was a bit out of character. “I’m back here because PSG needed a defender.”

He stands up, his head shaking, “Tell me the truth.”

“I am.”

Kylian stands only a foot in front of you, he has to look down at you to talk. His voice is serious, “So what happened to your dream?”

“It was to win the Champions League with PSG. I never got to do it,” you say.

Both of you silently think about that night of your break up. The next day, your team had played horribly against Chelsea, losing 3-0. You wish you could say you played well but you hadn’t at all. Kylian had come to that game, watching in the same room you both stood in now.

He sighs, “You won one with Barca.”

“That wasn’t my dream though.”

“I know,” he gives you a meek smile. “I just—there has to be more to the story, chérie, I mean help me understand.”

You palm your forehead, you should’ve known he was going to want to talk about what you were doing here back. You had left that season to Barcelona after the Champions League, wanting to get out of the city you grew up in. But also wanting to get away from him.

“Is that all you brought me up here for?” you ask.

He shakes his head, “I wanted to see how you’ve been.”

“I’ve been good, Kylian. How have you been?”

“Miserable,” he mutters. “Even more now.”

“Mmm, I’m sorry about the World Cup.”

He waves you off, “I was miserable before that.”

“Why?”

“Because I lost you,” he agonizes and you stop yourself from expressing your annoyance.

“Kylian—”

“Does he make you happy?” His arms flop down next to him as he awaits your response.

You muse, “Yes.”

“Everything you wished I gave you?”

You bite onto your lip. Kylian was one of a kind when the two of you first started dating, almost nothing could ever top his morning cuddles and kisses he would give you. He always knew which muscles to massage before your training sessions. Or how you liked your coffee. Or how you would always like to run yourself a bath after strenuous workout sessions. He’d have the water ready for you when you’d get a home.

“Chérie?” He raises his brow. His hand goes to your cheek and he brushes the delicate skin. The both of you almost melting at the contact. You lean into his touch instantly.

“He’s a gentleman.”

“That wasn’t my question,” he whispers. “Why are you here, mon amour?”

You feel him brush away the tear before you even notice it’s there. You open your eyes and his eyes flutter with concern. You step back, wiping away your tears, “I should head back.”

His arms are around you before you can stop and you break down into him. Your head digs into Kylian’s strong shoulder as you sob into him. He still smelled of sweat and outside, but you didn’t care, all you felt was him. He kisses your head as his embrace tightens, pulling you closer to him.

This felt like home. His scent. His arms. The feeling he brought to your chest, you hadn’t felt this way in four years.

He holds you for a couple of more minutes until your crying dies down. He kisses your forehead when he peels you away, “Tell me. I’m not going to judge. I can take the criticism.”

“He wants to have kids,” you frown.

Kylian sneers, “What a jerk.”

You laugh through the tears and he gives you a small smile. You cross your arms, wanting Kylian’s warmth back. “I don’t even want to have kids right now. I’m playing so well and then I’d have to stop. I’m too young.”

He chuckles. He knew he shouldn’t have found this situation comical but it was. You had told him before how you would only want a kid now—when you were both young—or when you were both older, that there was going to be no in between. So he knew you weren’t going to give this man children until years later. This makes the ache in his heart ease, knowing that he would never treat you this way.

“I’m being serious, Ky,” you groan. “I’ve told him all this already and it’s like he doesn’t care. He can’t even see me halfway.”

“You’ve called off one engagement before, why not go for a second?” He teases. He says it so nonchalantly that you jab at his shoulder.

“Stop it.”

“Okay, okay,” he swipes the smile off of his face. “So you’re here because he wants kids?”

“He wants to settle down, and said that he always wanted to live in Paris.”

“Is he famous?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I didn’t want to do that again.”

He clutches his heart, “Ouch.” You don’t respond and he takes a seat back on the table. He folds his arms, looking up at you, “You told me that you didn’t want to be held back. Isn’t that what’s happening now?”

“How am I being held back?”

He shrugs, “You want a Champions with PSG. Not kids.”

“We can have kids in the future.”

“He wants them now.”

“Well,” you sigh, “it’s still an ongoing discussion.”

He huffs.

You keep going: “I missed Paris. I wanted to be back here with my family. My parents and siblings are getting older. I have a niece who I only see on the holidays and I feel like I’ve missed out on her entire life. I practically have!”

He nods his head slowly, but you can see the way the glimmer in his eyes diminish. He was upset. He exhales, “So it’s just a sudden win-win scenario for you? That it’s easy? Two birds in one stone?”

“What do you mean?”

He stands, he looks disappointed. “You come back here to get married. Maybe win a Champions League. You have your family around you. And then you settle down with this man and have kids.”

You didn’t understand the problem. That was exactly what you had planned. You didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“Kylian, it's been in the news about me possibly transferring for months now. He read about it in an article, and then brought the idea up to me, and then I told him that yeah, I’d think about it. Then the next day, he gets a job here and then I suddenly have to think between two decisions.”

He raises his arm to stop you and you raise a brow at him. He doesn’t bat an eye. “You gave up your life in Barcelona to follow him. Not for you. For him. You would’ve never thought about moving back here if it wasn’t for him.”

“That’s not true,” you cross your arms. “I wanted to move back here.”

He shakes his head, “Maybe you did, but it wasn’t for your family.”

“How could you say something like that?”

“I know you, chérie. Your ambition is too high to ever stop to follow someone. Your family has never held you back, no matter how much they have tried to persuade you. Hell, even I tried to persuade you before. When you have your mind set to something, it’s set. Your niece was born four years ago, a little after we broke up, and what? You barely miss them now?”

You scoff. Kylian’s words were harsh. A brutal blow to you and your return.

He’s shaking his head again, “This man took a job without even asking you! And you were fine with that? He’s never even lived in Paris.”

“It’s different.”

“How?” he scowls. “How is this any different than when you would wait for me to change? Instead, it’s as if I had never changed and you just dealt with it. Are you kidding me? You would have never put up with that—and you didn’t.”

“He can actually keep his promises, Kylian. He remembers anniversaries at the very least. That’s already more than what you did.”

A ripple of a sarcastic laugh escapes him, “Our anniversary would be next week, and when I proposed to you, that’s in three months and two days from now.”

“You remembered that a bit too late.”

He sighs, his hands settling on the top of his head, “I just—you’re making a mistake with this man. He wants a kid, chérie, he wants you to stop playing. He’s already got a new job that I assume pays better than his last. He wants you to be a mom.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Your irritation and annoyance only grows into silent anger. “If you think your words are going to somehow make me leave him and go back to you, you’re dead wrong.”

Kylian’s gaze moves to the pitch. It was at the 60th minute. His rehearsed speech was long gone and time was dwindling down. His mind couldn’t stop thinking about what to say next. He didn’t like the idea of you coming back home under these circumstances.

You wipe your face, “And what does it matter to you anyway? You and I aren’t in a relationship, Kylian. I don’t owe you anything.”

He looks at you, “He doesn’t make you happy. I know it because you were happy with me, before I fucked it up. You don’t look like that right now. You don’t have that glow.”

You snort, “And you’re supposed to bring that all back?”

“I can if you let me.”

“Hilarious. I’m done here.”

He steps forwards to you, a hand settling on your waist and you don’t move, frozen by his sudden touch. His eyes glance down to your lips and then back towards yours, “Just think about why you came here. You know the real reason only. The reason you gave me was full of shit. You and I both know it. I know you want to win the Champions League with PSG, but the only reason you were transferred is because you asked for it. Barca would have never let you go just because.”

He stops, his gaze growing more firm, “And say that yes, you wanted this dream to come true because it happened in Barcelona. I get that. I know that. But what happens when you win it? When you retire and realize that you don’t actually love this man the way you think you do?”

“I lo—”

He shakes his head, “No you don’t. You’re waiting. You’re hoping that something changes. That your feelings towards him change. I know that because you have that look. That same look when you were waiting for me to change. Waiting for me to snap out of it and realize that I had fucked everything up.”

He eyes the clock on the field: 64. He was out of time. Fuck.

You stare at him, lost in his words. This was what he wanted. For you to doubt yourself.

His hand presses against your cheek and then he drops it, “I’m not like the person I used to be. I do remember things now. I don’t ever forget because of what happened between us.”

He lets out a small chuckle, “I definitely won’t pester you to have my kids right now. I won’t compromise on your dreams. I won’t ever make you doubt my intentions. I promise to never make you feel this way, or the way you felt when you left. I’d never tell you to stop chasing your ambition, even if it takes years that we never have kids. Because let's face it, PSG has some growth to do.”

He gives you a meek smile, “My heart was only ever yours to have. And I'd love it if you met me at my penthouse, but only come when you’ve broken up with this jerk. You can come whenever you want, your dresser and empty space in the closet waits for you.”

Kylian takes your face into your hands and presses a chaste kiss on your cheek, lingering his face in front of yours as he pulls away. Both of your breaths are faltering and heavy.

“I’ll see you later,” he whispers. He releases you and leaves the media room.

You’re left alone with his looming words replaying in your mind. You had a life-altering decision to make. Especially because he read you well. Read right through your lies.

--

(Part Two)

[sorceresski]

Sick Day - Kylian Mbappé

Pairing; Kylian Mbappé x reader

Summary; You’re ill, you neglect yourself and he takes care of you.

You knew it was going to be a shitty day when you woke up at 4am with a splitting headache and the beginnings of a fever. Kylian lay next to you, snoring lightly, his arm draped over your stomach possessively.

Deciding to deal with the fever when the sun rises, you let yourself drift off to sleep. You woke up a few hours later to Kylian rummaging in your shared wardrobe as he prepared to leave for training. You felt even worse now, your entire body ached. You pulled the covers over your head to drown out his noise and the sunlight.

“Amour, are you ok?” He asked, coming into the room. He knew something was wrong because you were usually the first out of bed.

“I might have to call in sick today, I don’t feel very well,” mumbled the heap of sheets on the bed.

You felt the bed dip with his weight, his concerned expression coming into view as he peeled back the covers from your face. He pressed the back of his palm to your neck. “The fever is not that bad. I’ll leave breakfast and some medication in the kitchen before I go. Promise me you’ll take it.”

He knew how much you hated swallowing pills. “I’ll take it,” you rolled your eyes. He still didn’t look convinced. “I promise.” He knew you too well. Satisfied with your response, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and made his way to the kitchen.

You picked your phone from the nightstand to let your boss know you won’t be able to make it to work today, the sound of Kylian in the house serving as background noise.

“I’m leaving!” He yelled, the front door closing after him. The apartment fell silent and you fell into an unpleasant sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness.

———————————————————————

Kylian walked into the apartment 6 hours later to find the pancakes and pills he left on the kitchen counter untouched. He threw his bag to the floor and ran up the stairs.

He opened the bedroom door to find you in the same position he had left you in this morning. He tutted and shook his head. He was disappointed but not surprised, he just wished you would prioritize your health.

“Y/n?” He shook you awake. “You’re burning up!” He immediately sprung into action, ripping the sheets off you and sitting you up on the bed. He took your (his) shirt off you and swept you up effortlessly to the shower.

You blinked the last bits of sleep away. “What are you-” Was all you could get out before you were hit by a blast of cold water. You squealed, attempting to fight your way out of his hold, but he was far stronger than you. He held you under the shower for a couple minutes, getting soaked as well.

He dried you, while you glared daggers into his chest. “I hate you,” you sniffed.

“I know,” he said calmly. He walked out of the room and you took the time to study your reflection, a mess. When he returned, he had changed out of his wet clothes and gave you a fresh pair of clothes for you to wear. Your joints screamed as you shrugged them on, suddenly feeling exhausted and hungry. Very hungry.

He led you back to the bed, making you rest against the headboard. You avoided his eyes, suddenly feeling ashamed at having to be taken care of like a child.

Kylian came back with a bowl of soup and the medication he had left on the counter hours before.

“My mother’s recipe.” You felt your heart swell at his sheepish smile. He placed the medication on the nightstand and crawled into bed beside you. “Something for the fever and headache.”

“Thank you,” you said genuinely, earning a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You cringed away from him. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I. Don’t. Care.” He punctuated each word with a kiss. He turned on the tv finding something to watch while the sounds of your slurping filled the room.

A/n: the first thing I’ve written on this app that isn’t smut😭

Requests are open for Kylian, Haaland & Neymar.

[thatsdemko]

never too busy for you - k. mbappé

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v-day collection

requested: y

pairings: kylian mbappé x reader

warnings: established relationship + some google translate French + semi short + wee bit of fluff

a/n: remember if you want a Valentine’s Day imagine or blurb you need to submit it before February 28th, 2023! ps I don’t like the way this ends 😅

he was a busy man. football was his top priority and his love—even if he swore you ranked above the sport. so when February rolled around and you both sat down to look at your schedules, you already had planned that celebrating Valentine’s Day wasn’t going to be in the books.

it wasn’t anything you were super sad about. having been in a relationship with kylian for two years now, there were certain holidays and birthdays that he had to miss, but he always made it up to you. and it wasn’t like you weren’t spoiled or treated like a princess everyday, so you were fine missing out on one day.

so when Valentine’s Day rolled around you both were too occupied to even have noted the date. work was so consuming, you didn’t notice the few coworkers with flowers and candies from loved ones. and kylian was so consumed in football, he didn’t have time to listen in on the semi-romantic conversations his teammates were having.

when he finally got home from practice one evening, you were dead asleep on the couch when he looked at the calendar noticing Valentine’s Day had passed. it was two days ago.

“oh baise moi.” he looked over at you on the couch and then back at the calendar. his life was so busy and he hated that. he could only think of one thing that could make up for lost time together and for Valentine’s Day. (oh fuck me)

—

the next morning you woke up to the smell of sweet pancakes. it brought a smile to your face at the gesture, but it also confused you as to why kylian was still home. he was supposed to be training.

getting up you threw the covers off your body, rushing down the stairs to see your boyfriend shoving chocolate chips in his mouth while flipping pancakes. “aren’t you supposed to be working out?” you asked, noting the time on the clock he was supposed to have been long gone hours ago.

he looked over at you with a smile on his face, “not anymore, mon amour. taking a couple of days off to be with you.” he grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him to plant a kiss on your temple.

you pulled away, looking up with furrowed eyebrows, “why? what happened?”

he laughed, shaking his head “why does something always have to be bad? I just want to be with you.” it was a sweet gesture. but you couldn’t imagine him actually being able to spend a couple of days off from football to be with you. you knew by the end of today he would be itching to get back out there.

uneasy, you nodded along going to make yourself a cup of coffee to see he had already done so. it was done just the way you liked it. a little bit of cream and a little bit of sugar. he remembered.

you turned to face him, coffee in hand, “there has to be a reason why you’re taking a couple of days off, kylian. I don’t believe it’s just because.”

he sighed, you weren’t going to drop it until he actually told you the truth. because you both knew those words were only somewhat true. there was always more to it with him. “we didn’t get to spend Valentine’s Day together. so I want to make up for it.”

a smile formed on your lips. you could care less about missing Valentine’s Day, it hadn’t even occurred to you that the date had passed, but you were excited to spend some well rested time together. you felt like you hadn’t see much of kylian last month. “so what do you want to do today?” you asked and for the first time ever he was completely fine having nothing on his schedule or doing anything.

“whatever you want to do, I’m down.”

with nothing but a clear schedule, you went from movie marathons, to baking sweets, make out sessions, and taking naps. everyday off he had consisted of the same thing, a whole lot of nothing. you figured he’d have broke at some point and went for run or use the treadmill, but he stuck to his promise. he did anything you wanted to do and took some well needed time off. needless to say, he needed that time with you more than he thought.

“I think these past couple of days have been the best days with you.”

“same for me, mon amour. happy very late Valentine’s Day.”

[wavypotatochips]

Heyyy

Could you do one wereas you've liked Kylain for the longest time but you knew he would think nothing more than you as a friend. Him and his girlfriend break up and she moves on quickly. So he needs to aswell and chooses you to be his fake girlfriend for the meantime. You say yes ofc and it only just makes your feelings for him grow even more. Slowing so does his. Good ending please!

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: So sorry for the wait! I really enjoyed writing this so I may or may not have gone a bit overboard c': teehee hopefully you don't mind the length/ Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You've known Kylian for years and you've always had a bit of a crush on him. 

There's only one issue.

He is in a relationship, and you would never want to get in the way of that. Therefore, you make every effort to keep your emotions hidden and act as though nothing is wrong. But it's not always simple. Every time you're near him, your breath quickens, your palms become sweaty, and his presence takes over your thoughts. You try to divert your attention by concentrating on other things, but it's challenging when he's constantly present. You even find yourself inventing excuses to spend more time with him, despite the fact that it is only making things worse for you. You feel guilty for having these feelings and being unable to control them. You are aware that keeping your distance and attempting to move on are the wisest course of action, but it is much easier said than done. You can't help but wonder what would have happened if things had turned out differently, but you know you'll never know. So, for the time being, you know it's best to continue to mask your emotions and pretend that everything is alright. You'll smile and laugh with him, while secretly wishing that he could see you in a different light. You know that this is the best course of action, despite how it saddens you.

One night, Kylian texts you to come to his house urgently, and like a minion, you drop everything that you're doing and head to his house instantly. Different scenarios cross your mind as you drive to his house, wondering what is happening as he usually never texts you in such serious ways. When you arrive, Kylian greets you at the door with a frustrated expression on his face. "Hey," he says, leading you into his living room. "Thanks for coming over."

"What's going on?" you ask, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "Is everything okay?"

Kylian takes a deep breath before speaking, "It's about my girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend.” You widen your eyes, wondering if you heard him correctly. Ex-girlfriend? You wait for him to continue,  "Amora and I broke up a week ago," he says, his voice filled with irritation. "She broke up with me, but didn't give me any reason why. And now, she's already posting pictures with another guy on Instagram." He pulls out his phone and shows you the photo, and your heart sinks even further. Amora is hugging a guy, and they look incredibly close. You can see the anger and frustration in Kylian's eyes, and you wish that there was something you could do to make him feel better.

"Yeah, they're definitely a bit close to being friends," you say softly. You wish that you could do more, but you know that you need to be careful. You've had feelings for him for a long time, and you don't want to do anything that could jeopardize your friendship.

"I'm sorry, Kylian," you say, your heart aching for him. "I can't imagine how frustrating that must be, especially after dating for a year."

Kylian looks up at you, and you can see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes. For a moment, you forget about everything else and just want to wrap him in a hug. But you know that you can't, not when his heart is still broken and his emotions are raw.

Kylian gestures towards the couch, indicating that he wants to sit down and share more. As you both settle in, he begins to confide in you about his relationship troubles. He expresses his frustration and disappointment that despite being together for a year, she became distant after just five months and started going out more frequently. Kylian acknowledges that her celebrity status could be a contributing factor, but he can't help feeling hurt and irritated about the amount of time and money he invested in the relationship. You listen as he talks, and you do your best to be there for him by responding with your insight when you can. You know that it won't solve all of his problems, but at least for now, you can be a shoulder for him to lean on. Kylian leans back into the couch and lets out a long sigh. You can see the exhaustion in his face and the weight of his emotions. "I just don't get it, you know? One day she's all in, and the next she's out. And now, she's already moved on with someone else like I meant nothing to her," he says, shaking his head in disbelief.

You reach over and place your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay to feel hurt and frustrated, Kylian. Breakups are never easy, especially when you invest so much time and energy into a relationship. But you have to remember that you're not defined by your relationship status or who you're with. You're an amazing person who deserves to be treated with respect and love," you say, trying to offer some words of comfort. Kylian looks over at you and gives you a small smile. "Thanks, Y/N. I really appreciate you being here for me. You're always such a good friend," he says, his eyes reflecting gratitude. You smile back at him, but inside, you feel a pang of sadness. Moments like this, you wish you could be more than just a friend, someone who could make him happy and be there for him in a more intimate way. But for now, you'll continue to be the supportive friend that he needs.

Kylian stands up and looks down at you, "Which brings me to a plan I have in mind." You raise an eyebrow and ask, "What plan?" He nods and continues, "There's an event coming up next weekend and I was wondering if you could be my fake girlfriend for the night." You are taken aback and not sure what to say. "Fake girlfriend?" you repeat, trying to understand. Kylian nods and explains, "Amora already moved on with another guy so I  just want to make her jealous, show her that I have moved on too." He shrugs as if what he was proposing was not a big deal. You were left stunned and incredulous as you processed the words that Kylian had just spoken. He had just made an unexpected proposition - he wanted you to act as his pretend girlfriend for a single night. It was a bewildering request, and you struggled to comprehend why he would ask such a thing. However, despite the confusion and bewilderment that you felt, you couldn't deny the fluttering excitement that began to rise within you. After all, you have been crushing on Kylian for what feels like an eternity. The mere thought of being able to spend a night by his side, even if it was only pretend, was enough to make your heart race with anticipation. It was a risky move, considering that your feelings for him were real, but the opportunity to live out your wildest fantasy was a tempting prospect that you couldn't ignore. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hold his hand, to laugh at his jokes, and to feel his arm around your waist. The idea of playing the part of his girlfriend, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, sent your mind into overdrive. Was it worth the risk of potentially ruining your friendship if he found out your true feelings? Or should you play it safe and decline his offer?

"I don't know, Kylian. What if people find out it's all fake?" you say, trying to weigh the pros and cons.

"Don't worry, it's a private event, and there won't be any paparazzi around. We only need to present ourselves as a pair," he says with a smirk.

Despite the internal conflict that waged within you, the prospect of indulging in a fantasy with Kylian proved too enticing to pass up. You take a deep breath and give him a nod, agreeing to his request. It was a decision that could change everything, but for now, you couldn't deny the thrill that pulsed through your veins at the thought of what was to come.

“And when should we start pretending to date?” you ask with a hint of amusement in your tone.

He leans down to take your hand, causing your heart to race with anticipation. You try to calm your nerves and hope he can't hear your pounding heart. "Let's start now," he says as he pulls you towards him, pressing your chests together. You're taken aback by the sudden closeness, and he notices. "You're too nervous. We need to make it look natural," he says as he moves even closer, almost to the point of kissing. Your mind races as you try to control your breathing. After a few seconds, he laughs and steps back. "This is going to be great," he says, giving you a thumbs up. "If we pull it off, I'll take you anywhere you want."

You let out a small laugh, feeling relieved that the intense moment is over. "You better, because being your best friend is enough. Being your girlfriend is gross," you joke, trying to mask your true feelings. You're still reeling from the way he pulled you in and held you close.

He waves you off playfully. "You know you love me," he says as he heads towards the kitchen.

You follow him with a smile, feeling giddy inside. "Make me a snack, will ya?" you ask, knowing he won't say no.

"Why should I do that?" he asks playfully.

You sit on a bar stool, grinning at him. "Because you're my boyfriend, duh."

He chuckles at your response and heads to the fridge, grabbing some ingredients for your snack. He moves around the kitchen with ease while you observe him, loving the handsomeness of his features. As he prepares the snack, you can't help but steal glances at him. He looks up and catches you staring, causing you to quickly look away, feeling embarrassed.

"You okay there?" he asks with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and play it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just admiring the chef at work," you say with a teasing tone.

Although you find Kylian's motive for pretending to be in a relationship with you a bit unusual, as he is only doing so to evoke jealousy in someone else, you try to avoid dwelling on it too much and instead focus on the pleasure of having him as your pretend boyfriend. Besides, you've harbored feelings for him for quite some time, so being able to play the role of his girlfriend, even if it's just for show, is undoubtedly an enjoyable experience.

 Over the course of the next couple of days, you and Kylian persist in portraying yourselves as a couple, taking several opportunities to immerse yourselves in the romantic ambiance by going on a few dates together.  One day, you and Kylian went to the park for a picnic, and he brought along a basket of your favorite food. You two sat on the blanket, basking in the sun and talking about anything and everything. He even brought a futbol, and you two kicked it around until you were both out of breath. Another day, he took you to a fancy restaurant in the city. You dressed up for the occasion, and he looked dashing in a suit. You both ordered fancy dishes and talked about your dreams and aspirations. You felt like you were in a movie, and you savored every moment of it.  You're loving the fantasy relationship that's happening, as it's something you've always wished for.

Kylian seems to be enjoying it too, and the more you spend time together, the more you start to notice how comfortable he is with you. You've known each other for years, but it's as if you're getting to know him all over again. The way he smiles at you, the way he touches your hand, the way he looks into your eyes - it all feels different now.

As the weekend of the special event approaches, the excitement in the air is palpable. You and Kylian have been getting more comfortable with each other with each passing day, and the prospect of being seen as a couple in public is exhilarating. Kylian had insisted that you get ready at his house instead of meeting at the venue, just in case someone sees the two of you arrive separately and questions the authenticity of your relationship. You obliged and now you are in his guest bathroom getting ready. You hum to yourself as you place the finishing touches on your makeup. You've opted for a natural look, accentuating your best features with just a hint of shimmer. You take a deep breath and turn to your outfit, laid out neatly on the bed. It's a Whitney Sequin Maxi dress in black, with sparkles all over that catch the light and make you feel like a star. The dress drapes down the middle, allowing just a little bit of cleavage to show. It's a perfect balance of sophistication and sexiness, and you know that Kylian will love it. You slip into the dress and check yourself out in the full-length mirror. It fits like a glove and makes you feel like a million bucks.

As you slip on your black red bottom high heels, you feel a sense of confidence wash over you. You know that you look gorgeous, and you can't wait to show off your outfit to Kylian.

“Y/N The driver is here!,” Kylian's voice echoes through the hallway, you hurriedly grab your phone and earrings before heading towards the living room. The clicking sound of your heels against the marble floor is the only noise that fills the air. As you turn the corner and meet Kylian's gaze, you feel your cheeks flush at the intensity of his stare. Despite the fact that you've been spending more time together as part of your fake relationship, you can't help but feel a jolt of nervousness whenever he looks at you like this.

"Wow," he says, his eyes roaming over your figure. A smile spreads across his lips as he takes in the sight of you. "You look absolutely stunning, Y/N."

Even though you know this relationship is only a facade, it's difficult to resist the way his words make you feel. You've been trying to keep your true feelings for him hidden, but the more time you spend together, the harder it becomes. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself before replying, "Thanks, Kylian."

He steps towards you and takes your hand, leading you towards the front door. "Let's take a few photos before we head out," he suggests, pulling out his phone. 

You both approach the large mirror that is located near the entrance door and start to arrange yourselves. As he wraps his arm around your waist, you lean into him, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over you. To add a touch of mystery to the photo, you decide to hide behind the phone so that only your body is visible in the mirror picture. As you strike a pose, Kylian's hand moves from your waist to your back, pulling you in closer. The warmth of his body against yours sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but wonder if he feels the same way. But you push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that this is just for show. 

Kylian's hand lingers on your waist, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and belonging. As he admires the photo on his phone, you nod in agreement that it looks fantastic. Watching him post the photo on his Instagram story, you realize that his arm is still wrapped around you. The touch of his hand sends shivers down your spine, and you wonder if he feels the same way you do. "Annnd posted," Kylian chuckles, looking down at you with a gleam in his eyes. "Ready to go, my beloved?" His endearment catches you off guard, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. You smile in response and nod your head, feeling a surge of warmth spreading throughout your body. Kylian removes his arm from your waist and takes your hand, leading you outside. While walking you say, "Kylian, you don't have to hold my hand, you know. It's just the driver,"giggling softly. He simply shrugs before opening the car door for you. "I know, but I wanted to," he replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You smile and roll your eyes playfully as you step into the car and buckle up, still feeling the warmth of Kylian's hand in yours. As the car pulls out of the driveway, you can't help but feel a tinge of sadness knowing that this will be the last time you'll be pretending to be Kylian's girlfriend. But for the moment, you push those thoughts aside and focus on the present, enjoying the feeling of Kylian's company.

"So, are you excited for tonight?" Kylian asks, breaking the comfortable silence in the car.

You turn to face him and smile, "Of course, You know I'm never one to back down for free food and drinks."

Kylian chuckles, "So that's why you always ask to come over to my house,huh?"

You smile, "Maybe, maybe not. The world may never know."

The rest of the car ride is spent in comfortable silence, with the occasional small talk between you and Kylian.Your excitement and nervousness increase as the car approaches the event location since you can already see the glamor and beauty of the occasion. You didn't anticipate the size of the event to be that large when you anticipated attending a private one. Of course, you should have anticipated it would be a significant occasion when it comes to Kylian.

Kylian steps out of the car and offers his hand to help you out, "Shall we?"

You smile, nodding your head, “Yes we shall.”

Together, you both make your way inside the venue, with Kylian's arm around your waist once again. You can feel the eyes of the guests on you as you make your entrance, and you make sure to keep your head held up high. That's something that you did not have to fake, of course you would look prideful knowing that the man of your dreams is by your side. With Kylian's reassuring presence by your side, you feel confident and ready to face whatever the night has in store for you. With Kylian's hand still resting on your hips, he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter with warmth. You smile up at him, admiring how his features soften with the small gesture. "I'm going to head over to see Hakimi for a bit, okay?" he says, pulling away from you. You nod in understanding, though you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You love spending time with Kylian, and you two  just got there, so you thought maybe you two would at least spend some time together for a bit before separating. As he turns to leave, you watch him go with a twinge of longing. You know of Hakimi, of course, but you don't know him well enough to be considered friends. You sigh, pushing the thoughts away, and turn your attention to getting a drink. Walking over to the bar, you smile at the bartender and order a strawberry margarita. While you wait, you hum a tune to yourself and glance around the room. Your eyes eventually land on Kylian, who's now deep in conversation with his friend. Your gaze lingers on him for a moment, taking in how attractive he looks tonight. His sharp jawline and piercing eyes make your heart skip a beat. You can't help but think about how lucky you are to be dating such a wonderful person. 

you mean, be friends with such a wonderful person.

Lost in your thoughts, you're startled when someone clears their throat beside you. "Oh, I'm sorry," you quickly say, realizing that you might be in the way of someone else trying to order a drink. When you turn to face the person, you're surprised to see Amora standing there. You're a bit taken aback by her sudden presence, but you try not to show it.

"You're together with Kylian, right?" she asks, getting straight to the point. You nod, still feeling a bit confused as to why she's approaching you this way. Doesn't she have a new boyfriend? She simply nods her head and turns around to look at Kylian. You watch her for a moment, feeling a bit uneasy, but then you remind yourself that Kylian is with you, not her. 

Just then, the bartender hands you your drink, and you thank him before turning to leave. You can feel Amora's eyes on you as you walk away, but you try not to let it bother you. You make your way back to Kylian, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you see him waiting for you with a smile on his face.

"Wow, thank you for getting me a drink," Kylian says, teasing you with a playful smirk, as he takes the drink from your hand and takes a sip, leaving you pouting in mock indignation. "Heyyy, I didn't even get to taste it yet!" you complain, playfully tugging at his arm to retrieve your drink. He chuckles as he watches you take a sip, enjoying the moment with you.

Kylian chuckles lightly as he watches you drink, but then his gaze shifts, and you follow his line of sight to see what has caught his attention. You see her, the girl from his past, standing across the room. Your heart skips a beat, and a pang of jealousy flares up, but you try to brush it off.

Kylian continues to stare at her, and you can see his jaw clenched in frustration. It's clear that she's on his mind, and you feel a mix of emotions - insecurity, doubt, and a desire to comfort him.

In an impulsive move, you reach out and grab his hand, leading him towards the dance floor, hoping to distract him from his thoughts. "Come on, let's dance!" you say, quickly downing your drink and placing it on a random table before tugging him along with you.

You dance with abandon, not caring if you look silly or not, as long as it makes Kylian happy. At first, he watches you with amusement, but eventually he joins in and begins to have a good time. You smile, grateful that you could make him forget about his worries, even if it was just for a moment.

At first, Kylian watches your "horrible attempts" at dancing with an amused grin. You laugh and give him a playful nudge, urging him to join in. And gradually, you start to see his mood shift as he lets loose and starts moving to the music. As you dance together, you can feel the chemistry between you two, and it's like the rest of the world fades away. You catch glimpses of Kylian's smile, and it warms your heart to see him having a good time. It feels like he's only focusing on you, and it fills you with a sense of joy and satisfaction. The music pumps up, and you both lose yourselves in the rhythm, spinning and twirling, laughing and smiling. It's a moment of pure bliss, and you're grateful for this connection you share with Kylian.

After what feels like an eternity of dancing, the song ends, and you both catch your breath, still smiling at each other. Kylian pulls you close, his eyes locking with yours, and you can see the gratitude and affection in his gaze.

"Y/N, you truly mean a lot to me," he whispers softly, his voice filled with sincerity. You brush a stray strand of hair from his face and smile back at him. "And you mean a lot to me too," you reply, feeling a surge of love for him.

Kylian and Amora walked over to one of the tables situated around the dance floor and began to engage in a heated conversation. Kylian's eyes scanned the surroundings, not wanting to look at her directly. "Shouldn't you be with your new man right now?" he asked, his tone laced with disdain.

Amora snapped back, her voice tinged with jealously. "Shouldn't you be with your new girlfriend? Yet, you are here with me," she retorted sharply. Kylian was taken aback by her response and was about to leave when she grabbed his arm, whining, "Kyky, I'm jokinggggg," and grasping his hand. "Babe, why don't we go somewhere more private, huh?" she suggested, cupping his cheek. "I miss you."

Kylian was lost in thought, his eyes wandering around the room. He spotted you on the dance floor, dancing alone while waiting for his return. Memories of the past few weeks flooded his mind: the picnic you both shared, the way the sun had hit you, making you look even more beautiful, and the fancy dinner where he couldn't help but find you cute while shoving your face with mashed potatoes. These thoughts made him realize that his feelings for you were growing stronger, even though your relationship was supposed to be fake. He had never felt the happiness and love with Amora that he felt with you, even though you were only pretending. Suddenly, Amora's voice interrupted his thoughts. He shook his head slightly, focusing back on her. "Amora, we are done, just like you said. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my girlfriend." He quickly scanned the crowd, but this time, he couldn't find you. "But-" Amora tried to say, but Kylian didn't stick around to hear her out. He pushed his way back into the crowd, determined to find you. As he searched for you, he realized how much he truly cared for you. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you and promised himself that he would tell you how he felt as soon as he found you. Finally, he spotted you in the distance, swaying to the rhythm of the music. A feeling of relief washed over him, and he made his way towards you, his heart beating with anticipation. As Kylian reaches you, he gently takes your hand and pulls you towards him. "Hey, do you mind if we go outside for some fresh air?," he says with a charming smile in an attempt to not make you feel too nervous..

Of course his smile does not help though. You nod, feeling slightly nervous about what he might say. Will he talk about Amora? Are they going to get back together?, your mind begins racing with questions. As you both walk outside, Kylian takes your hand in his and leads you to a more secluded area. He turns to face you and takes a deep breath before he starts speaking.

"I know this might sound crazy, but I've been thinking about us a lot lately. I know this started as a fake relationship, but...I've realized that my feelings for you are real," he says, his voice soft and sincere.

You look at him in shock, not quite sure what to say. Did you hear that right?

"I know this might be sudden, but I just can't deny how I feel anymore. Being with you, even if it's just pretend, has made me realize what I've been missing all this time," Kylian continues, taking a step closer to you.

You feel your heart racing as he leans in, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've never felt this way with anyone else, not even Amora. You make me so happy, and I just can't imagine going back to pretending that we're not together," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You take a step closer to him and reach up to cup his cheek, feeling a warmth spreading through your body at his confession. "Kylian, I...I had no idea you felt this way," you say, feeling a smile spreading across your face.

"But now that you've told me...I don't think I can go back to pretending either," you say, your voice soft and filled with emotion.

Kylian smiles at you and leans in, closing the distance between your lips. The kiss is gentle at first, but quickly deepens as you both wrap your arms around each other. It's a moment of pure bliss, and you can feel all the tension and confusion melting away as you realize that this is where you're meant to be.

As you pull away, you look up at Kylian and see a look of pure adoration in his eyes. "Even though this started as being fake, Y/N, Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I don't know…. Will you make me more sandwiches?,” you tease playfully.

He smiles,” Of course, anything for you,” he teases back,  leaning in to kiss you once more.

 You smile and wrap your arms around him, feeling the weight of the world lift off your shoulders. It's not often that you get a chance at true love, but you know that with him by your side, anything is possible. Kylian wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You rest your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and you know in your heart that you want to be by his side, no matter what challenges may come your way.

[nymrs]

#2. MISBEHAVE | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: above

Genre: smut (oral, male receiving)

Pairings: Kylian Mbappé x female reader

"Come on Ky, one short dance and I'll shut up for the rest of the night", you pleaded, but your boyfriend beamingly shook his head from left to right.

You currently were on one of Neymars parties and as usually, the house was crowded, filled with tipsy people dancing and jumping around. The alcohol took control over your body, you loved dancing, especially if you were drunk enough to not care about how your moves looked like to others. Kylian, on the other hand, tried his best to avoid dance floors. He simply thought he wasn’t good at it and didn’t want to make a fool of himself.

Neymar, who was standing only a few metres away from you, watched you rocking back and forth on your seat, discreetly moving your hips to the loud music. He heard you singing along and begging Kylian to finally go with you in between the lines of the song. "May I, madame?", Neymar smirked and reached out a hand for you. You glanced over to your boyfriend, who sometimes got jealous of you and Neymar being so close, though there was no reason since Neymar and you were like brother and sister. "Go", Kylian sighed out, feeling relieved you would stop trying to convince him now. You quickly pecked his cheek before intertwining your hand with Neymars and dragging him to the middle of the room, holding your hands up high eventually feeling the release of enjoying yourself. The two of you foolishly danced around, laughing at each others goofy dance moves, until a slower placed song came on and Neymar grabbed your waist in order to pull you closer to his body. "Do you think he’s getting mad again?", Neymar whispered into your ear. You spied over to Kylian, only to see his body already tensing up at the view of another man touching you on those spots only he was privileged enough to touch. "Definitely", you giggled out as Kylian started chewing on the insides of his cheek. Neymar and you didn’t let his insecurities stop you from having a good time though. Driving your boyfriend insane was your personal way of amusing yourself. You loved seeing him being all possessive and protective over you. "Are you done?", Kylian bluntly asked as he walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from Neymar, who was left alone, chuckling to himself before he turned around to continue his dance session with someone else.

Feeling Kylians muscles vibrate caused by the built up tension turned you on in a way you couldn’t explain. The way his jaw clenched, his hand held onto your wrist so tightly - Kylian showing his dominant side was your weakness.

"Am I getting punished now?", you joked when he led you down the hall, stopping at the door of one of Neymars many guest bedrooms. "Maybe", Kylian coldly responded, clicking the door open and slightly pushing you inside. His tongue moisturised his lips by slowly circling on them while his eyes wandered up and down your body. "You owe me an apology." You bit your bottom lip while you nodded yes, taking some steps towards him, "I do. I haven’t been really nice to you, hm?" His breath against your skin sent tingles all over your body as you were only a few inches away from one another. Your fingers tipped slow beats on his chest, steadily lowering their position. Kylians breath got heavier the moment your hand found its way to his well visible bulge. Before you finally started rubbing on his cock through the fabrics, you kept on looking down at it and peering up to stare right into your boyfriends eyes. He looked down to watch your hand move up and down on his growing curve, letting out a low moan when you used two fingers to put some pressure on his sides. You kissed his neck as you unbuttoned his shirt, then your lips went all the way down from his shivering chest to his v line. Arriving at that spot, you wasted no time and quickly pulled his jeans down along with his boxers, revealing his huge cock to you. Just like every time you saw him, you admired him with one hand pounding on him at a calm pace, supporting yourself by holding onto his knee with the other hand. You covered his dick in short soft kisses first, next twirling your tongue just around the tip. Kylian threaded your hair, brushing it away from your face so he could watch you with his dick in your mouth. You knew he had enough of your teasing when his hips started moving, pushing his shaft deeper into your throat. With your hand massaging his balls, you began to bob your head back and forth, looking him in the eyes as you tried to keep them open. His head fell back in pleasure. "Yes bébé, just like th- fuck", he moaned out once you got faster and squeezed harder on his balls. His hips found their rhythm as he thrusted in and out your filled mouth. Your eyes got watery with all the gagging, saliva already running down the corners of your mouth. Kylian pulled on your hair, you felt his cock twitching. His groans got deeper and longer with every thrust. The moment he was about to cum, he grabbed the back of your head, pushing his cock the deepest he could. His eyes roll back as he uncontrollably moans out. You feel his warm semen shooting into your throat and let him watch you swallow it before licking his cock clean. Kylian tries to catch his breath as you proudly smile at him, "Am I forgiven?"

[formulafootball66]

Can you do a kylian imagines where he meets your family for the first time and he is very nervous “bc you are not from the same country”

tysm🥰🥰🥰

a/n: i saw this request and i wanted to make it a fic asap. it's so cute omg pairing: kylian mbappé x reader warning: none just pure fluff wordcount: 0.8k summary: in which your boyfriend is very nervous, because he is meeting your family for the first time

“Kylian, are you okay?” You asked while walking into the bedroom. He had been gone for a while, but he said he’d only change his shirt. When he didn’t appear at the door, you knew something was off because this man is punctual. You find him sitting on the comfy hotel bed, fiddling with the buttons of his way too chic dress shirt. The way he moves is almost anxious. It concerned you, was he not doing well?

You mentally checked all the things that happened these days, but nothing wrong seems to cross your mind. Maybe he was backing out from meeting your family? You didn’t hope so. The two had arranged this trip to your home country a month ago, but maybe it was all too much now? Maybe he decided that he wasn’t ready? You were sure he had nothing to worry about, your parents were lovely people and your siblings were a big fan of his. Your mom already approved of him, due to the many stories you had told over your almost too perfect boyfriend.

You were soon leaving for your parents house, to finally introduce him officially. The feeling you had of complete joy to finally let some of the most important people in your life meet, was amazing. You two quicky had to leave though, the taxi outside the backdoor of the hotel was waiting. You usually stay with your parents when you were back in your hometown, but because of Kylians fame, you had to stay here. He came with the idea, else your parental home would be flooded with fans. It’s not like your relationship was a secret, but privacy was definitely nice. And you were pretty sure your parents wouldn’t let you sleep in the same room, and that was surely his biggest issue with staying there.

“Yeah, I’m fine, chèrie,” he said, not convincing you with his charming smile. He moved to the edge of the bed, patting on the spot next to him to ask you to join him. When you sat next to him, you wanted to ask further questions, but when you made eye contact with him, he looked away.

You frowned. “You know you can tell everything, right?” You tried to comfort, because Kylian was definitely hiding something from you. He normally was more vocal about his feelings than this. But that wasn’t always the case, when you first met him he had trouble expressing his emotions. You were naturally open about your feelings with your close ones, but he was an opposite of that. He had a hard time telling you how he felt, especially dealing with sadness. But you two had made great progress, he was more open, and you were a bit more private – just for the sake of your own reputation.

“Please don’t worry. I’m okay, I guess I’m just a little bit nervous.” He answered, now finally looking in your eyes. He grabbed your hand, starting to play with your fingers, out of habit and because of the nerves.

“For what?” You asked again, but you already had a strong feeling where it was about. You hated seeing him like this, stressed out and upset with no one but himself. You noticed that he spaced out for a minute, probably as caught up in his thoughts as you were.

He cleared his throat and fixed his almost saddened posture. “I don’t know, I’m just nervous about meeting your family, Y/N. What if they don’t understand me because of my accent? Or that they don’t like me at all? What if they hate me for having you stay in Paris with me?”

“Ky, I promise you they will love you. And if anything, they will only fall in love with your accent, just like I did. Believe me, their English is good enough to understand you. I promise.” You kissed his cheek after you the words left your mouth, and his jaw already relaxed. One of the many he reasons he was so in love with you, was the way you could make him relax in the worst situations.

“The accent made you fall in love, huh?” He chuckled, and finally that familiar look in his brown eyes was back; the confident (sometimes overconfident), warm shine had returned. You couldn’t help but push him softly.

“One of the many great qualities of Kylian Mbappé, what can I say?”

Your boyfriend was now just full out laughing, and the way he does that made you burst out in laughter too. He seemed to be okay now, and that warmed your heart. He pulled you closer and kissed you. Soft, sweet and short.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Je t’aime.”

[darlingmbappe]

The Loneliest | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

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Summary: Your fiancé missing your birthday is the icing on the cake to a horrible couple of months. Now, you’re left to pick up your broken pieces, ending the chapter in your life that includes Kylian Mbappé.

Warnings: Complete angst all the way through, Kylian being a bad fiancé, fighting, breaking an engagement, lots of crying, cussing, this one’s kind of long so beware. Spoiler: no happy ending. Let me know if I missed anything. — English is not my first language —

Mornings used to be your favorite.

You’d wake up way too early to the sound of Kylian’s alarm for your liking, but it didn’t even matter. The hour or so you got to spend with your fiancé before he left were sacred, it was special. They were filled with easy conversation, tired hugs and sleepy kisses on the shoulder, the occasional quickie, or at least a cheeky squeeze of your ass. It felt like very moment spent together was precious. You felt loved by Kylian so much it made your stomach turn with butterflies just thinking about him.

Now, it felt like those domestic moments were a distant memory. Sure, all couples gradually get less and less lovey-dovey the longer they’re together, but the change was drastic. It was like you barley knew him anymore.

You’ve attempted to start conversations with Kylian about this. Multiple times, in fact. Immediately, he’d get defensive, ending in arguments that kept getting worse and worse. It’s difficult to have to tip toe around your feelings in order to avoid a fight. He stopped making you feel special.

This morning, you woke up knowing it will be a hard day; all alone in your shared king sized bed.

Today is your birthday, and you don’t think Kylian knows this. After many weeks of deep reflection and thought, you know that today might be the last day of your three and a half-year long relationship with Kylian Mbappé — a man who stole your heart and still has it. Once treasured, now barely beating. The diamond sitting on your left ring finger had started feeling like a foreign object, like something your body wanted to reject. It’s lost it’s comfort, now you seemed to lug around old memories you clung onto for dear life.

Kylian didn’t come home last night, though you saw on his private Snapchat story that he was safe, sound, and plastered out of his mind at some club with friends you didn’t even know. He couldn’t find it in him to text you back after 9 o’clock, when that morning he said he would be home no later than 8:30. He found a simple ‘going out, don’t wait up for me’ to be sufficient communication for the night.

You called Kylian, instead it went straight to voicemail. Your texts to him weren’t going through, either. He didn’t have training this morning because the coaches had a conference in London, so you knew he had to be home soon.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen for a bowl of bland cereal and coffee for one.

“Happy birthday to me.” You mumbled, looking down at your sad birthday breakfast. Compared to the last few years where Kylian prepared you a delicious meal, hired a chef, or took you out to the fanciest café in Paris — this meal actually made you lose your appetite.

Across town, Kylian was waking up with a pounding sensation in his head and no recollection of the night before.

“What happened last night?” Kylian grumbled as he woke up to the bright sunlight streaming in from the open shutters. His neck had a kink in it from passing out on his friend Paolo’s Airbnb couch in the early hours of the morning, his voice sounded like he’d swallowed gravel. “Fuck.” He covered his face from the blinding rays and felt around for his phone.

He hasn’t gotten drunk that heavily in so long, but when two of his old friends came to Paris for a few weeks, he couldn’t resist giving into their pleads when they’d asked him to tag along for a fun night on the town.

“Bro, you were so drunk last night.” He heard his other friend Bernardo chuckle, his voice almost gone as well from the festivities of the previous night. Kylian sat up, seeing both men looking half dead and clinging onto coffee mugs like a child would cling onto its mothers leg.

The guys chuckled in the kitchen. He smelled eggs cooking but they just made him nauseous. “What time is it? Where’s my phone?”

“Oh…” Paolo snickered and pointed at the bowl full of rice in the center of his kitchen island. “Yeah, man… I don’t know if the rice did much for it. It’s fucked.”

Kylian shot up toward his cell, not even remembering putting it in the rice last night. He carefully picked it up, the entire screen was shattered.

“Putain…” He attempted to hold down the power button just in case, glancing over to the microwave to see the time. 12:36pm. “Merde!”

He had an important meeting with his PR team about potential sponsorships for next years season at 2 o’clock, and if he showed up sweating whiskey with an obvious hangover, the brand reps might think twice before giving him any deals.

He bid his old friends goodbye but not before promising to go out again soon. A short taxi ride later, he was able to make it back home just a little after 1 o’clock.

Kylian bursts through the front door, booking it toward the shower in your ensuite bathroom, running right past you on the bed without a glance or even a hello.

You’d been trying to decide all day if you were pissed at him or just super sad, but seeing him ignore you that way made you realize that it didn’t matter. He stopped making you happy, making you both pissed and sad — a dangerous combination.

You get up and follow him in there as he hopped around trying to take his skinny jeans off.

“I’m gonna be late.” He panted, sliding inside the shower.

You assumed if he knew he would’ve said something… happy birthday… I love you… I’m sorry…

Curious and resentful, you stand close to the shower door so he could hear you. “Where are you going? I thought we…” You blink tears back, sighing and trying to get control of your wavering voice, “… I thought we could do something tonight.”

This wasn’t even the plan, but you were trying to find anyway for him to redeem himself.

“No, (Y/N). I can’t today, okay?” He snapped. “I’m in a rush. Can you please just pick out a nice outfit for me, quickly.”

You shake your head in disbelief, wiping a stray tear that rolled down your face, sniffling once. Kylian hears this and pokes his head out. “Hey,” his barely softer, “Look, sorry but I’m in a huge rush. It’s been a shit morning.”

“Me too.” You mumble, disappointment laced in your words but Kylian didn’t seem to catch onto it.

“Also, my phone shattered at some point last night, so can you call Thérèse and have her drop me off a new one at the training center?”

You huffed, getting control of your emotions that were simmering into anger. One more chance, you thought as you were about to walk out of the bathroom, you turn. “Do you want to do something when you get home? Maybe even just dinner here, a movie?”

“Maybe.” He said back, turning off the shower. All you could do is roll your eyes and bite your tongue. You were trying to give him every opportunity to come back from this.

You didn’t want to end it, but you promised yourself that if he fucks up today, that was it. You can’t keep hoping he’ll become the person he was before. He won’t listen when you talk anymore or even meet you in the middle. You have too much respect for yourself to settle for someone who can’t appreciate you.

You dry laughed. “Maybe.” You mocked, another angry tear rolling down your face, storming back into the bedroom and getting under the covers, arms crossed.

You wanted to sob, but choked it down when Kylian stormed out of the bathroom, wet and holding his towel up around his waist. “Why are you so moody?” He didn’t even look at you, just shook his head and threw his hand down, exasperated when he realized you weren’t putting an outfit together for him. “I just asked you to help me out.” He tusks. “Are you just going to lay around all day, then?”

You knew this tone. The one where something else was bothering him except he expressed it by nitpicking at anything in front of him. Being with him for so long, you knew how to gently pry out the real reason why he was snappy. Right now, there was no way were you even attempting to help him out in any way.

“Looks like it, huh?” You gritted through your teeth. You could practically feel the eye roll he gave you even though neither of you would look at each other.

He muttered something you couldn’t hear as he walked into the closet, hurriedly throwing on some outfit. “I didn’t feel like fighting today, (Y/N).” He growled and threw on a white hat. “Today has been miserable so far.”

“Miserable for you?” You gaped, face getting angrily red.

“Oh, don’t start.” He spat, grabbing his keys and walking out of the room.

You jumped up and stomped out of the room behind him, seeing him almost at the bottom of the stairs. “Kylian.”

He groaned, continuing to run down the steps. “I don’t have time for a fucking fight right now!”

“Kylian!” You yelled from the railing just as he grabbed the door handle. With an exasperated turn around, he locked eyes with your teary ones. “When you get home… we need to talk.” You didn’t try and hide your sadness this time, knowing how the talk was going to end. The sentence squeaked out, like your forced it.

He paused, taking his hand off the door handle. “Fine.” He said this differently upon seeing your broken demeanor, shuffling in place. Kylian checked his watch, looking back up at you. You stared back, watching him hesitantly leave your shared home.

Kylian knew he’d been fucking up with you lately. Coming home late, forgetting to call or text back, paying less and less attention to you as the season progressed. He knew he was getting too comfortable and at some point stopped putting in any effort. The worst was that he’d been taking his frustrations out on you, shutting you out. He watched as you tried to smile through his snarky and quick comments, feeling bad immediately but he just didn’t know how to deal with that kind of guilty emotion.

Your engagement has been a long one. Nine months in and you guys hadn’t even set a date yet. Time kept slipping through the glass, he wondered when the last time you’d even brought up the wedding was — wondering when the last time he even thought about it directly after.

The whole way to work he watched out the window, lost in thought about how he needs to be better. So much so that his driver had to tell him that they’d arrived. He was actually early. With a big fake smile on his face, he did his best to set it all aside, turning on work-mode.

Meanwhile, you had a really nice cry. The kind where you just let it all out because you knew no one was around to hear or pity you. Once you pulled yourself together, you gathered your suitcases from the attic.

It was obvious you couldn’t take everything that was yours. You’d bought so many things for this place, for your shared home… so you focused on the things you were for sure taking with you. All your clothes, makeup, sentimental items, and the fruit bowl you found in a market in Spain were secured inside your bags. You stopped and cried so many times… over a pair of shoes that he bought for you or a picture that brought back sweet memories… all these momentos felt wasted.

Yesterday, you were certain that he would remember what today was. So certain that you convinced yourself you didn’t need to get a hotel. You wished you did, because doing it today felt so final, so depressing. And, upon looking at your empty side of the closet, vanity, side table, bathroom shelf… you had to pull yourself together and be strong. Remind yourself why you’ve resorted to this.

Back at the training grounds, Kylian snapped his last photo-op with the CEO of some athletic wear company, absolutely drained from having to pretend for hours. He had sent his assistant off for a new phone when he saw her, knowing you didn’t text her about him needing one.

He trudged over to Hakimi now that all of that was over, sitting down with a long huff, placing his head in his hands. He hadn’t talked to him all day, being occupied with offers and whatnot.

“Man, I’ve been texting you all day.” He patted his back once, turning to face him.

Kylian looked up at his friend, shaking his head. “It broke last night. Thérèse is out getting me a new one now.”

Hakimi sensed there was something bothering Kylian, but knew not to approach him too strongly. He nodded at his answer. “So, uh… I bet (Y/N)’s pissed, right?”

Kylian blew a raspberry. “Oh, yeah… so pissed…” He nodded with the most exhausted look on his face. “Wait, how’d you know that?”

“Well, I mean, Hiba would be pissed too.” Kylian raised an eyebrow, still confused on how he knew about your fight. “You know, if I had to work on her birthday like this.” He laughed at the thought. “I’d have a lot of groveling to do. Or, did you guys plan something on a different day?”

Kylian gazed up at Hakimi, eyes widening with the vague memory of todays date. “Wait.” He gulped, hands hovering over his head. “Is today the…” he flipped the calendar in his mind, praying that Achraf was mistaken about that. “Ah… merde! Putain! Shit!” Kylian smacked the table and bounced up out of the chair, heart beating a million miles a minute.

Hakimi stood too, watching Kylian pace with his hands cradling his head. “No… Kylian, you didn’t…”

He nods, panic settling in hardcore. “I yelled at her today. I asked her why she was being moody. I didn’t come home last night— ah baise moi, mec. je suis un putain d'idiot!” He cursed himself. Ah fuck me, man. I’m a goddamn idiot!

Thérèse speed walked over to the man in crisis, holding a brand new phone. “All your data’s transferred and everything!” She cheered. Kylian probably didn’t even thank her, going directly to his messages with you to text you that he’s so sorry and coming home right now. When he clicked on your icon, he saw all of the messages you sent him last night

You: Ky will u please come home — 9:25 pm

You: I know ur friends are in town and all but I seriously need u with me tonight — 10:48 pm

You: hello?? — 11:51 pm

You: are u okay? Do u need a ride? — 1:35 am

You: I’m getting worried. please just reply. I need to know ur okay Kylian — 1:40 am

You: nice Snapchat story. Good to know ur fucking fine. — 2:46 am

He ran a hand over his face, beginning to sweat with guilt. His eyes lowered on the screen, the small grey message by the keyboard truly making his stomach knot up even more.

(Y/N) stopped sharing their location with you.

His heart fell in his chest, churning… he felt like he was going to puke. Suddenly all of the conversations you tried to start with him about his behavior over the last six months came flooding back. The same conversations he moaned and groaned though, always deflecting until it turned into a fight. God, how badly he had been treating you… like you were a menace in his life — when really, without you, he wouldn’t be able to go on the same.

He began trying to call you and gathered his things, but his calls simply rang until it went to voicemail. “I-I have to go.” He stammered, almost tripping over his feet. Hakimi watched, shocked at the state of his best friend, knowing how he could get sometimes.

Kylian jumped in the town car as fast as his world-renowned legs could get him there, giving the driver instructions to get him home, and quick. The whole way he cussed at slow drivers, construction workers, red lights. He checked his new phone for the time; 10:37 pm and still fifteen minutes away from home.

God, please let her still be home.

He won’t know what to do with himself if you just left.

‘We need to talk’ rung over and over again in his head like a jinx. The way your voice cracked, the tears he saw you hold back. She’s so strong, he thought.

I raised my voice at her. I forgot her birthday and then treated her like she was the problem.

He pinched his leg to distract himself from crying. He has to be level headed, calm, logical, loving, and very apologetic— everything he hasn’t been for the last months. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, but can’t imagine what his life, his future will look like if he lets you slip through his fingers.

No girl has ever made him feel like this. Everything he looked for in a woman you embodied tenfold and he fucked it up. He has to fix this.

Kylian didn’t even let the car come to a full stop when he arrived, tripping over his own feet, realizing he left his coat in the back seat but really not caring at all. He just has to know you’re there. He looked toward the driveway, seeing your car still parked in its usual spot.

Thank the lord.

Fumbling with the keys, his shaking hands clicked the door open, seeing only the living room lamp on.

“Bébé?” He called. He saw your figure looking at him from the couch. “Oh, (Y/N)…” he breathed, walking over to get closer. You stoop up, meeting him halfway. “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He heaved, breathless from his pounding heart.

The dull yellow light illuminating the side of your face showed him how puffy and red your eyes were, how downturned your usual smile was. He saw what he’d done to you, all the months you’ve had to walk on eggshells, the conversations that he’s turned on you, how he forgot your special day.

You still didnt say anything, keeping your arms crossed, looking him in the eye — the while begging yourself internally not to cave. His sweet eyes knew how to reel you in. You weren’t going to cave. You couldn’t.

“I forgot your birthday…” He whispered sadly, guilt drenched his tone, sending a cold depressing shiver down your spine.

Your eyes brimmed with tears again, but you bit your cheek and shook them away, having to be strong for yourself. “So, you finally remembered.” You sniffled.

“I’m so sorry, bèbè. Time just…” he stopped himself from making anymore excuses, “I’m just a fucking idiot. And I’m going to make it up to you. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” He stammered, voice shaking from nerves.

“But, it’s not just about the birthday, Kylian. It’s been… it’s..–”

“–I know, bébé. I’ve been horrible to you. Truly horrible. You never deserved any of that.” He cautiously lifted his hand to yours, grabbing your fingers. All the words he was going to say suddenly didn’t feel good enough. No I’m sorry is going to feel sufficient.

You looked at your tangled hands, he played with your fingers anxiously, trying to catch your gaze, but it now stayed glued to the floor.

You took a deep breath and looked up at him with teary eyes — that of a wounded puppy. It broke him. “We need to talk.” Your words were laced in false strength, false confidence.

You didn’t know what the hell you were going to do once you leave him. Flying blind isn’t something you did very often, but you knew it’s what had to be done.

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly, trying to guide your hand toward the couch to sit. “Let’s talk. We can talk this all out, right?”

His hopeful tone made your heart break even more. The guiltiness that radiated off of him made it harder to do what you had to… his face fell when you let your hand slip back into your folded arms, turning away from him, sniffling.

“Kylian, I can’t… I can’t sit down with you and hold your hand and let you apologize to me. It’s not how this is gonna go.” Wiping your cheeks roughly, you turned to see his dropped face. “This talk… it’s going to be really hard. For both of us.”

He approached you, putting his hands on your forearms. “You’re scaring me, bèbè.”

Your lip quivered, not knowing how to tell him. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Kylian. I love you.”

“I love you too. I love you so much, (Y/N). I know we can work through this. I know it.” He pleaded, moving his face around to try and get you to look at him.

“No, Kylian. I love you, but…” You finally looked up, noticing he’d started crying as well. Ouch. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting. Sure, he was scared and sorry about what he did but the possibility of breaking up seemed impossible. Not like he was immune to repercussions, but you two just made sense. He loves you impossibly too much, but he’s forgotten to show you.

Kylian stood in shock, he felt his heartbeat in his teeth, his throat dry. “Don’t say that.” He whimpered. “Please, don’t say that.”

His hands traveled up to hold your face and he bent down to your level, needing you to look at him, to see how regretful he was, how much harder he will work at this. He touched his forehead to yours, wrestling with the temptation of falling down from anguish.

You shook your head between his palms, letting the tears fall freely, a small sob escaping. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs, attempting to hold you closer, squeaking out the smallest words; “Bèbè.” “No, no.” “Please.” “I’m so sorry.”

You grabbed his wrists, using all your strength to pull them from your face. Immediately, you turned around and grabbed a duffel bag he hadn’t noticed was sitting on the armchair. Your feet took you toward the exit.

“No.” His voice broken, his own face scrunched up and soaked with tears. “No, where are you going?”

It took everything in you not to comfort him, run into his arms, tell him it will be okay.

You pushed your instincts down and turning and shrugged instead, now feet away from the man you love, closing in on the front door. “I’m…” You felt a choking sob threatening to spill out of your mouth and had to look away, silently crying out with your hand covering you mouth. With a deep breath, you continued. “I’m leaving.”

“Well, when will you be back?” In just a few strides, he was back in front of you. He couldn’t help but hold your face again, wiping more tears with a gentle but pleading touch.

You gripped his wrists again, only this time, you weren’t strong enough to pull them away, instead feeling his warm skin one more time.

With a small shake of the head, you responded. “I’m not coming back, Kylian.”

“But… but this is your home. It’s our home.”

“I’m sorry, Kylian.” You finally ripped his hands from your face once more and adjusted the heavy strap on your shoulder. Turning around, your feet drag you to the front door. You reach into your back pocket and take out the house key that’s not longer attatched to your usual tassel keychain and set it down on the table.

He stood there and watched, now feeling helpless in this heart wrenching situation. It doesn’t seem like this is real, he has to be having a nightmare, just watching you leave his life and there’s nothing he can do about it — but it doesn’t stop him from trying, begging. “Amour, no. I can fix this, please just give me a chance to make this right.” He was desperate, once again approaching you.

Kylian sniffled, watching your every reaction, hoping for a glint of anything that would allow him to make it up to you. You looked down at your hands, then your left ring finger… everything in your body was holding you back from taking it off, but you mustered up every ounce of self control.

Kylian looked away as you slid the engagement ring off, hearing the light clink of it being set next to the keys. With his hands at his sides, back slouching, he looked back at your face, nodding in defeat.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated in a squeaky whisper.

“Me too.” He nods, looking down at your empty hand. He couldn’t but reach out, trapping your fingers delicately with his fingers, stepping closer.

His arm snakes around your waist, holding you, shaking with his suppressed cries. You allowed yourself to hug him back, to close the chapter, to feel his warm embrace again before you never would again.

The hug lasted for a while, swaying back and forth and crying into each others shoulders. He smelled like he always did, and you noted how hard it would be if you came across his familiar scent again. He also was getting high on your fumes, indulging in the coconut scented shampoo he had become addicted to. The touch of your hands clasping at his back made him cry harder, squeezing you tighter and lovingly.

You pulled back once your cries calmed, sniffling. He stayed close, lifting his eyes to look into yours. Before he knew how to stop himself, he closed in the space, landing his salty lips on yours, closing his eyes. You kissed him back, hating how much you’d miss him. The way his fingers dug into your hips made you lightheaded.

It’s too hard to stop, but you had to. Pulling away, you turned around quickly and left, sobbing all the way to your packed up car.

Kylian was glued in place. His heart had been put through a blender, his head throbbed, his chest was cold without you with him. He saw the flash of your headlights backing out and leaving the property reflect inside the dark and empty home.

He’s miserable, hollow. He’s angry at himself, maybe at you, even if he knows this was his own doing… the whirling in his brain wasn’t anywhere near as loud as the silence after you left — a deafening silence that followed him up to us bedroom, one he now only shared with his thoughts.

It killed him when he saw there was no longer a charger plugged next to your side of the bed, that your slippers were gone from their usual spot by the corner. None of your favorite books were displayed on the shelves, your skincare products left just a ring of residue on the sink. Stepping into the closet, he noticed it still smelled like you, but everything was gone. Everything but the shirts of his that you had stolen through the years, now neatly folded on top of one of his dressers. He wished you had taken them to remember him. He wished he could turn back time and do everything right.

Above all the sadness and the gaping hole is his heart was determination. He fucked up but he wasn’t about to do it again. You would not be the one that got away. It may be the last thing he ever does, but he’ll make it all up to you. He was prepared to go to the furthest lengths to hold you again. But, for now, he needed to wallow in self pity, feel everything that he needs to feel.

Not even on the chilliest Parisian night had his bed felt as cold as it did that day.

A/N: Okay I feel like I kinda dragged that out but angst! I’m contemplating a part 2 but I also kinda like leaving it at this… would y’all want another part? Also, the title is inspired by the song The Loneliest by Måneskin, listen to it after reading. Their new album is so fucking amazing. — Requests for Kylian Mbappé are open! —

[cialovesklopp]

joyeux anniversaire ➺ k.mbappe

summary – it’s kylian’s birthday and amara had something special planned for him

pairing – amara imani (oc) x kylian mbappé

warnings – none

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author's note - in honor of kyky’s birthday, i just had to post something for our favorite french golden boy. i had actually planned to make a longer chapter but tumblr and wifi screwed me over and deleted my 6k draft. so i had to quickly come up with a smau. but i have another bonus for amara and kylian planned and a big surprise coming 🫶🏾

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amara.imani

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amara.imani joyeux anniversaire mon amour. i thank god everyday for bringing us together. you are the most important person in my life and make my day shine brighter everyday just by being you. words cannot describe how grateful i am for u. i am so proud of everything you have already achieved. and i know there’s more to come

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k.mbappe

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k.mbappe merci à tous vos nombreux messages et félicitations pour aujourd’hui. et merci mi amor @amara.imani pour avoir organisé cette fête.

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[brideofmbappe]

Hair and There || Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

Genre: Dad!Kylian, fluff

You wake up to the soft rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. Nestled beside you, your husband, Kylian Mbappé, sleeps soundly, his peaceful expression reminding you of just how lucky you are to share your life with him. As you carefully slip out of bed, you're determined not to wake him, for it's a school morning, and your daughter needs your attention.

With a gentle kiss on Kylian's forehead, you tiptoe out of the room, making your way to your daughter's bedroom. There, she's already awake, her big brown eyes filled with excitement and a hint of sleepiness. Her school uniform is laid out neatly on the bed, ready for her to put on. You smile at her and start helping her get dressed for the day.

As you button up her blouse and tie her shoes, she looks up at you with a hopeful expression. "Mommy, can you do my hair in space buns today, please?" You nod with a loving smile, always eager to make her mornings special. "Of course, sweetheart." You grab her hairbrush and a spray bottle filled with water before leading her to the bathroom.

As you spray her hair, Kylian appears in the bathroom doorway, rubbing his eyes, still halfway between dreamland and reality. He's shirtless, and you can't help but admire how handsome he looks even with sleep in his eyes.

"What's going on here, ladies?" he asks, his voice still heavy with sleep. You chuckle softly. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Care to join us?"

Kylian yawns and stretches, his tall frame dominating the doorway. "Sure thing. I'd love to help." He walks over to stand beside you and your daughter.

You hand him one of the hairbrushes, and together, you and Kylian begin the gentle process of brushing your daughter's hair, detangling any knots. She sits patiently, enjoying the attention from both of her parents. It's moments like these that make your family feel even closerr.

After her hair is smooth and manageable, Kylian takes one section while you take the other, and you both begin the delicate task of creating two perfect buns. Your daughter watches with fascination as her hair transforms under your skilled hands. Kylian, despite his initial sleepiness, is surprisingly adept at this, his fingers nimble and gentle.

As you secure the second bun, your daughter looks at herself in the mirror, her face lighting up with joy. "Thank you, Mommy and Daddy! My hair looks beautiful." "You're welcome, sweetie," he says, planting a loving kiss on her cheek.

With her hair ready and her uniform on, your daughter is all set for school. You and Kylian exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between you.

As you escort your daughter to the kitchen for breakfast, you can't help but feel grateful for the life you've built together. Kylian, is not just your husband but also an amazing father. Your mornings might be filled with school routines, but they are also filled with love, laughter, and the simple joys of family life.

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Kylian being a dad would include

Requested by Anon: Kylian Mbappe pregnancy/dad head cannons

Characters: Kylian Mbappé, you

Warnings: None; English is not my first language

A/N: GIF IS NOT MINE.

Your relationship with Kylian was going great, and even though you guys didn't talk about marriage or children you still planned to spend the rest of your lives together

You know he wanted kids, though - and so did you

So when you found out you were pregnant, he was overjoyed, and immediately went to kiss and hug you

He was so happy he told his teammates soon after

After that he kept spoiling you, buying you a new gift every week, so much so that even though you appreciated it, you still asked him to stop

He always made sure you were okay, and insisted you rest

After a while you told both your families and friends, who were very happy for you

As time went, you and Kylian started buying baby stuff, started creating a room for the baby and started thinking of names

You guys were together when your water broke, so despite being scared for you, he took you to the hospital

He stayed with your during the wole thing, holding your hand and giving you words of encouragement

When he saw his son he almost cried

He kissed your forehead, praising you and telling uou how much he loved you

He was an amazing dad, spoiling both the baby and you

His first goal after was dedicated to your son

He had no problem waking up in the middle on the night when the baby was crying or with changing diapers

After some time, he took you on a vacation where he asked you to marry him, and you two married a year later

As your son grew up, Kylian turned into a cool yet protective dad, doing activites with him wherever he could and quickly taught him how to play football

He would sometimes come home with gifts for your son, but made sure not to spoil them too much

When your son was a toddler, Kylian started wanting another child with you

He didn't want to push you so at first he didn't tell you, and would understand if one child was enough for you

But the thing is, you had thoughts about having another child too

So you had a conversation and started trying for another - hopefully a little girl

And some time after, you had great news for him

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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.

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Kylian Mbappé - Reine Masterlist

Story Status: COMPLETED

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Summary: Your twin brother was getting ready to travel the world and what better way to send him off than a week-long get-together with him and your friends in a remote town outside Lyon, France. 

Warnings: mentions of deceased father, angst, smut (+18), cursing

Note: Kylian is on the brink of getting famous in the story. Both the reader and him are twenty-one but he has not made it “big” just yet. The reader is nearly an OC, I tried to keep her as neutral as possible but there are some life aspects and personality traits that are bit unique to her. Happy reading!

This work is to not be published or stolen in any way. This was written using my imagination and has no correlation to real life Kylian Mbappe. If this story is similiar to another work, then it is entirely by coincidence.

Series Masterlist:

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4 (if have difficulty opening)

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8

Completed: 31 Dec 2022

Drabbles:

kylian sees reine for the first time since a year ago at theo’s party

Last updated: 05 Jan 2023