#kylian mbappe dilf

[goatlottin]

favourite girls

In which you bring your 4 year old daughter to her first football match

genre: fluff

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

a/n: HIM WITH KIDS ITS JUST. Im in awe everytime hes in a 10ft radius of one. Also i kinda hate this but 💔 i’ve had no ideas lately

The game had just concluded. 3-1 win to PSG with a Kylian brace and he got man of the match. You were so happy for him and couldn’t wait to celebrate alongside him. if you would be able to reach him, that is.

You had made the mistake of bringing your daughter, Ella, with you. Though you knew you had regretted it the second you both left the house.

She was talking throughout the entire match. Asking questions she probably knew the answer to, just so that she can blabber on.

She was undoubtly a daddy’s girl. Despite you finding it adorable, you sometimes found it terribly annoying how much she would hog him. Today, as an example.

He had barely come off the pitch, but she was dragging your hand towards him, just short of yanking off your whole arm. She was so radiant, her father's name and number glistening on her back so proudly. Her tiny pigtails flowing with the wind, the security allowed you both onto the field as soon as he recognized you.

As soon as she was somewhat in his distance, she had let go of your hand completely in order to catch up with him.

It was so beautiful, you had to admit. As he heard her small calls of “dada, dada!” while she tried her very best to catch up with him. He turned his head and his eyes literally lit up. He smiled in awe as she continued her run, crouching down when she was just in reach, and scooping her up. They shared a smile with each other before he threw her up in the air a couple times. her laughs, small, yet filling the stadium.

He then kissed her forehead, before aiming his attention to you only a few steps behind her. She wrapped her hand around his neck securely. He walked towards you in long strides before smiling down at you, then interlocking his lips with yours. A small kiss that put you all in this small little world that made you forget there was even another part of it.

Until Ella interrupted by forcing your forehead back. “My daddy.” She whined as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. She grumpily forced her face away from you. He only laughed and looked at her as he touched her nose. You, on the other hand, weren’t really laughing. Were you jealous of a 4 year old? Well.. it was more complex than that. This was about him defending you, at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

“You’re just gonna laugh?” You tilted your head with your arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed. He paused his tickling session, that must’ve began as you went into thought, to look at you.

“What was that, baby?”

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed lightly. “You’ve barely given me any attention since we got here!” You complained passionately.

He tilted his head, wondering whether you were being serious or playing a game with him. He turned to your daughter, still in his arms, one leg on either side of his hips. “Is Mommy joking? She can’t possibly be jealous of you, huh?” He rubbed noses with her as she exclaimed small giggles, twisting her face in laughter.

You got annoyed by his mocking tone, him knowing you were dead serious. “Kylian!”

“Hon, you have to be kidding. She’s four!” He pointed out.

Though he was right, you couldn’t help but feel insecure. Throughout your pregnancy, you often felt inferior when he would come home and skip the questions about you. Rather, ask things such as “how’s the baby?” “the little one still kicking?” It drove you crazy sometimes, weirdly enough.

Kylian could see you train of thought ponder off. You snapped back into where you were, at the stadium, to watch as he carefully set you daughter down, leaving her with a final kiss to her cheek.

He crouched down to her level, before pulling some of her hair behind her ear. “Go find uncle Dembele, sweets.”

She ran off in a hurry to find her father’s friend. His height reappeared as he gained his stance from his position on the ground.

He looked down into your eyes, grabbing both sides of your face. You decided to play stubbornly. Opting for turning your face to the side. He smirked slightly, giving the slightest force to bring you back to the two of you.

“Since I have to make it know, you’re my number one girl, hmm? Do I need to spell it out each word for you?” As with Ella, he put a few strands of loose hair behind your ear. The winds dismay.

You pouted, loving the attention that was currently on you.

“You know that right?” He asked for the final piece of assurance.

You nodded into him, putting your hands into your pocket before going on your tippy toes to reach his face. “I know that.”

He smiled before leaning into the kiss.

“Don’t tell Ella about what I said though. Don’t need another one of my girls’ mad at me.”

[findingnemosworld]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐝, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧? 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫-𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬' 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

( ignore n*ymar in the gif )

" Aitana! " Emilia shouts from the living room.

The woman in question, Aitana Barilla was currently in the kitchen; decorating the cookies she'd have on display in her bakery the next day - her thoughts were broken the second she heard her best friend causing her to groan and shake her head, " I'm in the kitchen Lia "

The blonde steps into the kitchen with an expression that Aitana can only describe as sneaky causing the former to narrow her eyes at the woman. " What did you do? "

Emilia feigned an expression of shock, " Excuse me, why on earth would you think I did something? "

Aitana tilts her head with a deadpan expression which caused Emilia to laugh, " Alright, you can thank me for what I'm about to say "

" Which is ....? " Aitana prompts her to continue.

Emilia worked as a model, and through modeling she was able to network through many different social circles; some of which included football players, and knowing Aitana's love for the sport prompted the blonde to work some strings in her favor, " You know I did a campaign with Kylian Mbappe right? "

Aitana nods slowly, " Yes, it's all you've talked about " she states with a chuckle. " Why are you telling me? "

" Well, he and I ... " Emilia beams, " we spent time together "

Aitana groans " Lia, I don't need mental images of you having sex with someone so get to the actual point "

" Alright, I talked about you and your bakery " Emilia said, " and I also mentioned that you're single "

Aitana places the icing bag down and shoots her a glare, " Is this a weird invitation for me to join in on your hookup? "

" Oh my gosh Aitana, please don't jump into conclusions and just let me finish " Emilia shudders, " Anyways, the reason I told him you're single is because he mentioned that one of his teammates is single "

" Oh my god if it's Neymar, I will kill you! you know how much I hate that sleazy asshole " Aitana states, it wasn't that she disliked Barcelona; if anything, she wasn't as crazed about ElClasico like some people, however she heavily disliked the Brazilian football player.

" No, no ... " Emilia shakes her head, " It's actually someone you have a crush on "

" Someone I have a crush on " Aitana echoed her statement before her eyes widened, " No " she whispers.

" Yes " Emilia nods, buzzing with excitement. " We have a double date, I'm going with Kylian and you're coming with me to see none other than the DILF of all DILF's Sergio Ramos "

Aitana froze, " You ... " she paused, raising her hand then putting it down. " How? "

" I worked my magic, and Kylian mentioned how Sergio was looking for someone who isn't interested in his money, and likes him for him and since you're not as football crazed as some of the girls I see, you're a perfect fit " Emilia giggles, " So, clear up your schedule tomorrow ok! "

Aitana was baffled, she hailed from a family of football fans; actually a family of Real Madrid supporters - and while yes, she harbored a schoolgirl crush on Sergio Ramos, it was just that; a schoolgirl crush and she didn't think much of it. What are the odds that she'd meet him? yet here she was, about to go out with her best friend on a double date, " LIA! I HATE YOU " she yells to which she hears a laugh in response.

" You'll love me when you capture Sergio's heart "

Aitana arrives to the restaurant, as Emilia texted her that she would be running late; not thinking much of it, she approaches the waiter who leads her to the table where finds Sergio sitting there, dressed in a suit sans tie, the first few buttons of his shirt were open allowing her a sneak peek of his tattoos; his gaze was cast on his phone before he looked up to meet her gaze, and smiled before saying with a gentle tone, " Aitana, right? "

" Yes " Aitana manages to squeal out before an embarrassed laugh escapes her lips. " I'm sorry "

Sergio chuckles, standing up to extend his hand out; " It's fine, it's nice to meet you, I'm Sergio "

" I know " Aitana blurts out, her face growing warm as she manages to scramble out a few words, " I mean, my family are Real Madrid fans, and so am I " she laughs, " I don't know why I'm being like this "

" It's fine " Sergio assures her with a smile, helping her to her seat before he sat back down. " I think it's cute "

Aitana giggles " well you'll be seeing a lot more tonight " before she looks around, " Is it me or did they purposefully do this? "

Sergio smirks, " I'm sure they did, especially since Kylian said that he had car troubles "

" Wait a minute " Aitana's eyes widened, " So did Emilia? " she shakes her head. " I knew it "

" I don't mind though, you seem like a lovely girl " Sergio states. " Do you mind? "

Aitana was about to object, especially since; she was sitting across from the man she has a crush on, a stupid crush she had worked hard enough to bury. " I ... I don't mind "

The conversation between them flowed freely, Sergio recounts old stories from his time in Sevilla and Real Madrid, a few anecdotes here and there which elicited a laugh from Aitana whom in turn shared stories from her childhood and how she came to love baking, " It's stupid but I like the fact that sweet treats can help someone feel good, whether they're on a diet and they're cheating " she laughs, " or just, in a feel good mood "

" That's nice " Sergio smiles before adding. " I might have to try some of your sweets sometime "

Aitana hides her red face behind the wine glass which prompted Sergio to ask, " How come a beautiful girl like you hasn't found someone? "

" Men don't seem keen on a girl that buries herself in the kitchen twenty four seven, they want a girl like my friend Emilia who likes to go out, have fun and just be wild " Aitana shrugs, " I'm more of a quiet person, that can ramble about the finest desserts, old classical movies and football but I like to have fun, just on my own terms "

" What's your definition of fun then? " Sergio asks, curious by her explanation.

" A nice stroll under the street lights, a picnic when the weather is good, a homemade meal with a good company " Aitana said, swallowing the sip of red wine. " Erm, a cozy movie night where I can be comfortable and not have to be all dressed up, like don't get me wrong I love dates, and dressing up but I also love the lazy chill aspects "

Sergio nods, his eyes softening at every single thought she mentioned. " That's quite lovely, and whoever doesn't like that is an idiot in my opinion "

" Noted " Aitana mutters, " How about you? "

" Me " Sergio echoes, " I guess you can say that I haven't found the right woman that sees me for more than just my reputation or my money, some are either scared by what they see and some are turned on and only want sex " he laughs.

" Oh dear " Aitana giggles, unaware of the smile that adorned his lips at the sound.

" I'm more than just a raging Spaniard " Sergio states, " And I just did not find someone that appreciates it "

" Hm " Aitana nods, " Maybe you haven't looked harder "

" Or maybe, I might just have found her " Sergio smiles before he adds, " Would you like to share a piece of red velvet cake? "

" Oooh, it's my favorite " Aitana beams, " was that a lucky guess? "

" Maybe " Sergio grins.

After they'd shared the dessert, Sergio suggests a walk at the nearby park and much like their time spent in the restaurant, they'd definitely enjoyed each other's company - conversing about their future plans. "

" Do you ever plan on going home? " Sergio asks her.

" If the opportunity arises, then sure " Aitana nods. " You? "

" Same here, if there's a chance but right now I'm enjoying life " Sergio said before smiling, " And enjoying my time with you "

Aitana giggles, hiding her face with her hand which made Sergio point out, " You're so cute when you do that "

" Stop, I'm already embarrassed enough " Aitana laughs, her heart racing when Sergio placed his jacket around her.

They continued to walk around until Sergio suggested that it was time to go, he drives her back to her home and offers to walk her up to her apartment, just before she unlocks her door, Sergio grabs her hand to say, " I really had fun tonight, and to be honest, from all they've said about you! I'm really interested to see if this will go somewhere, so what do you say to another date? "

Aitana chews on her bottom lip, before placing her hand around the back of his neck to press a soft kiss to his lips; she pulls back a minute later and smiles, " You have my number now, text me? " she said, " Goodnight "

Sergio pulls her again for another kiss then smiles, " Goodnight "

Aitana walks in and closes the door behind her with a big smile, she pulls out her phone and sees a text message from Sergio, after she set his contact name, she sends a text message to Emilia.

I hate you, but I love you so much.

Minutes later she received a cheeky response.

Love you too, future Mrs. Sergio Ramos <3

[kepamount]

list of all your football crushes rn pls <3

okay let’s go

- kepa arrizabalaga my husband the loml the sexiest man on earth

- mason mount even tho he embarrasses me regularly

- nicolo zaniolo my boyf

- the entire of chelsea fc but special mention to hakim, rlc, cho, kai, christian, jorgi and kova (not including marcos alonso and ross barkley lol)

- the entire england nt with special mention to jadon sancho, marcus rashford, jesse lingard, john stones, phil foden, conor gallagher, jude bellingham and tammy abraham (not including harry maguire or harry kane)

- ruben dias (bc of him constantly being on my dash 😭)

- neymar (he had young me in a CHOKEHOLD i was obsessed with him)

- kylian mbappe

- joaquin correa

- olivier giroud the dilf

- dael fry (bc of leigh and abi)

i’m probably missing loads but these are the only ones i can remember rn 💀

[goatlottin]

my winner

in which you surprise your winner after his match. in turn, he surprises you.

genre: fluff

a/n: this is actually so short i really thought i wrote sm more but!! i miss writing so hopefully this brings me back x enjoy!

inspired by rwmsdale

You texted Kylian around 7 to let him know you would probably come by. You unfortunately had piles of work to complete, and couldn't attend his home match today and instead chose to just wait for him until he got home.

You two didn't live together. Yet. Kylian died to have you be here all the time. He always felt happiest with you, and he believes he's the most entitled to absolutely all your spare time you have.

On the other hand, you sometimes enjoyed the quiet space of your home. And still wanted time to thing about it.

As you waited up for him, you had tried to fight the tiredness, but it got difficult and you ended up passing out on the couch. At least you could say you tried!

As predicted, Kylian ended up getting home just after 10.

His smile from ear to ear, his PSG tracksuit and small bag in hand. It was a sight to see. After the win, he thought he would come home to you, celebrate for a bit, then head to bed. To his dismay, you had done that last part without him.

He noticed the disorganized array of books and notebooks lying on the small lamp-side table. Likely your last minute studying you cramped in.

His smile faded as he opened the door to a fast asleep girlfriend that he assumed had been here waiting for him. As he shut the door behind him, you startled awake.

He couldn't pretend he wasn't just the tiniest bit happy about it. He knew he would now have that long awaited bit of time with you.

As you began to sit up, he quickly ushered towards you.

"It's okay baby, stay there." He kicked off his shoes as he placed his belongings on the couch adjacent to the one you resided on, opting for cleaning it tomorrow morning.

He found a position that was comfortable beside you while he placed an arm under your head, urging your head to tilt upwards to him. You both looked into each other's eyes. Him, into your sleep ones, you, to his glassy, brown ones.

You brought your hand up to touch his face. He leaned into your touch, and turned to kiss the inside of your palm. "What a lovely surprise to have the most beautiful girl cuddled up with me right now."

You blushed a rosy tone. You found you always had this rosy blush to you anyways. Given your boyfriend had a way with words that always seemed to turn you into mush.

"Had to be there for my winner." You replied, rubbing your right hand up and down his chest affectionately.

You moved your movements to his face, that was begging to be shaved. His face filled with small stubble.

"Did you enjoy the match?"

"I enjoyed your goal, of course. Fell asleep right after."

He threw his head bad lightly in a fit of laughter, grazing your cheek with the thumb of the hand that still had a grip on your face. "Nice goal though, hmm?"

"I mean, I guess so." You teased

He rolled his eyes, immediately understanding you were playing around "You guess'? What can I do better, coach?" Kylian's nose found his way to your neck, where he left small kisses.

"Well, I think you can try practicing more fre-" you were interrupted by a small love bites just right to your collarbone. "Stop! I can-" he continued his assault of kisses while you giggled.

You wrapped your hands around his neck while he lifted his head to reach your gaze once more.

"Should we order in? You must be hungry." you questioned. "Or shall I cook?" deep down, the two of you knew you were an awful chef. Not only were you terrible, but the food was actually sometimes inedible.

However, sometimes you loved being oblivious. Still offering the service to Kylian.

"Let's not waste ingredients, chérie. I'll grab my phone." Leaving one last kiss on your cheek, he jumped off the couch to locate his phone.

-

After you guys had finished eating, you sat beside each other at the coffee table. It was quiet, but you both sat there enjoying each other’s company, no words needing to be said.

Kylian sat his fork on the plate before stacking both his and yours. “Can I ask you something?” He suddenly turned to you.

“Anything.” Fixing your posture, you turned to face him.

“Why don’t you move in here?”

The question threw you off guard. You guys did talk about this before. But briefly. Ending on a “maybe when things are more serious” note. But that was almost a year ago. Needless to say, things were definitely more serious.

“I love having you here. You just being here after my match, to greet me, even though you were asleep! It felt so… natural. I want it like that everyday. I’m so in love with you, and I can’t help but feel I need to be with you all the time.

“Your books sprawled out like that? I want that for us. I want this to be a place you call home as well.”

You were in awe at his words. Knowing how passionate he was not just about you moving in but the overall relationship.

You were so, so incredibly lucky to have him.

He took ahold of both your hands once he saw your hesitance. Looking into your eyes with such pleading but proud eyes.

“I don’t know Ky. It’s a big step. Are you sure you always want me around?” You tried to make light of the serious situation by throwing in a joke. You were actually terrified for this step.

“I genuinely do not think that’s possible, hon. Like, at all, ever possible.”

“Okay, but what if you realize I’m too messy? Or what if family are over and I’m being overbearing? And some of the colours in this house are really..”

“Baby,” he interrupted with a breathy laugh. “I would love to have that mess here everyday. You’re part of my family, and you have my utmost permission to change whatever you would like in this house.” He brought one of your knuckles forward to leave it a kiss. “Please,”

You decided that these were just one of those things you knew in your chest. You trusted Kylian with everything in you. And wanted this change, you realized.

You nodded before he fell on top of you into a hug.

[goatlottin]

rekindled

in which you get into your first big fight.

genre: angst (happy ending tho!)

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

warnings: hints of pregnancy 🙊

a/n: this is lowkey so messy but I just love angst I got randomly so inspired to write this. Also! This was heavily inspired by judeswhore work ( i cannot remember which piece it was Im sorry😭😭)

It had been a couple days since you’ve seen Kylian. I mean, someone could tell you it’s been 3 months instead of days and you probably could’ve believed them. You didn’t know where it went wrong. One hour you were at your favourite restaurant, and you were thinking about how lucky you were to be with them. The next, screaming began. And the last, you had found yourself standing alone in your previously shared bedroom.

You genuinely couldn’t remember how the argument arose. You thought he was being incredibly unfair. All you had said was you were glad you were finally doing this, considering the crazy hours he works away from you.

You wake up in the morning, he was already out for training. You ran errands, he was either at a meeting or preparing for the said match. You got ready for bed, you got the daily text “don’t wait up for me. It’ll be awhile love. Goodnight.”

It was becoming a very unlikable routine, one you clearly didn’t like, but he had ignored your pleas. Once in awhile, you brought it up, but he shut you down with a small “I know, I know. I’ll try to be here more,” and a small kiss to your forehead. But it had never gotten to the point where you haven’t spoken in hours, let alone the 78 (and counting).

You checked your phone every now and then, hoping for a text from him. But were met with nothing new, except the last text he sent that night.

I’m staying with a friend tonight. Don’t worry about me

The tonight had implied that you most likely would’ve seen him the following morning. To your dismay, you still haven’t.

You woke up this morning feeling incredibly sick for the nth time in a row. There was this small feeling in the back of your mind, you couldn’t dare to say it aloud. But the morning sickness, the mood swings and the endless saga of tiredness would explain a lot with this conclusion.

You ended up stopping by a local CVS on your way from work, putting it to the back of your mind once again.

You had gotten home after a horrible day at work. Everything had gone wrong, everything. The traffic was terrible which resulted in you being late. Your boss was actually in today, so he was really pissed. You still had piles of work coming home. And then of course, that final reminder that you would come to an empty house.

You also had taken that test sometime around lunch. And there it was. Coming at the best possible timing, you were pregnant.

You had gotten so overwhelmed you started to tear up on the way home. Your eyes felt so blurry you had to remind yourself your literally driving.

Before driving in your neighborhood, you made sure that you wiped to your tears to look mostly composed. You didn’t want to risk seeing someone you knew and having to explain how dramatic you felt you were currently.

You had barely gotten the keys in, before you were met with the man yourself. Kylian was waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers and probably the saddest face you had seen on him. You both stared at each other for a second. The tension was very thick, you felt you would cut it if you even moved.

You walked past him into the living room, placing your things on the lampside table.

You heard his footsteps come up from behind you, “I know you don’t wanna talk but..” the hurt in his voice was so evident. Little did you know, this was hurting him too. As you were, he expected a text from you first as well.

You had made the mistake of sniffling, which on instinct enabled him to drop the flowers and come up from behind you. He put his hands on your shoulders, which immediately made you tense up.

“Baby, have you been crying?” The sound of his voice so close to you made you shudder and wanna cry even harder. He had forced you to look towards you, and his heart might’ve just about broke.

Your mascara had begin to droop, and the concealer you used today had done little to hide the eyebags you had as a result of the lack of sleep. Your hair had stuck to your face from the sweat, while the rest had been pulled into a very, very messy bun.

He had never seen you like this, at least not because of him.

“Oh my God, my girl..” his voice faded as he pulled you into his chest, cradling your head into him like you were so fragile he was scared you would crumble right in front of him.

“Hon, I’m really so sorry. I’ve missed you so much these past few days.”

You just nodded, you honestly didn’t want to replay the reason for your fight. Instead, you wanted to live in the here and now just of Kylian beside you. You knew you had stained his shirt, but it hadn’t even bothered you at this point.

At some point, he had taken you to your bedroom, which you can assume had turned into garbage. Your products were everywhere. Clothes were discarded randomly. The bed wasn’t even made. But he laid you down, and you felt him cuddle back into you maybe an hour later.

Before actually waking up, you closed your eyes just for a bit longer. You hadn’t wanted to wake up to an empty bed per usual. You wanted to feel him with you selfishly for a little longer.

He had decided to wake you up first a little while later. “You awake yet?” He gave you a small smile, in which you reciprocated in the best way you could, him understanding you were still hurting somewhat.

“I’m awake.” You looked around the room to find it spotless. Well, spotless was a stretch. But it had looked way better than how it did last night. You noticed your makeup remover was on the closest beside table, where you assumed he had taken off your previous makeup.

He cradled your face once again, “I promise you, I will be here from now on.”

“Just like you said last time,” You muttered it, but you know he heard it. Saying he was not even a ruler away from you.

“I know I did, but I mean it this time, hon, I do. I never wanna fight like that again. It broke me seeing you like that, you know? And I would give absolutely anything to not have to again.”

“If you let me, I wanna show you that I’m ready to be present. For both of you.”

He had placed a hand on your stomach.

“How did you find out?”

“I saw the box in your bag,” you remembered putting the test in some toilet paper and placing it back in the box, to discard in your bag. You hadn’t wanted your co-workers to start their speculation if they found out someone was pregnant. “Look at me,”

He brought your attention back to his face with a tilt by his fingers. “I’m gonna love this baby so much. And I will be here. Will you give me your trust again?”

The way you fall at his words genuinely needs to be studied.

You gave him his answer by delicately grabbing his face and smashing it with yours. The kiss was slow, and savouring. You both didn’t wanna let go. He kept you steady with his index and middle finger right under your chin, both of you deepening the kiss.

Once you had both let go, he gave you a smile that didn’t need words to describe what he was thinking I’m so grateful for you.

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

Serve, fuck and marry (with an extra guy as a bonus you can do anything you wish with): Antoine Griezmann, Kylian Mbappe, Raphael Verane, and Olivier Guiroid.

11 / 03 / 2024

ASK ANSWERED : FOOTBALL PLAYERS

SERVE : Raphael VARANE because he is hot and seems dominant, but I'm not in love 😕

FUCK : Antoine GRIEZMAN, because he is handsome, not too tall or too muscled 😊

He used to be my type, i loved his haircut, he was muscled and natural, but then he changed : he doesn't turns me on anymore

I used to see Antoine Griezmann as a king, but honestly that's not the case anymore. However, his bubble butt is still something I'd like to taste, to kiss his cheeks, have them on my face, maybe even smelling his farts, or just cleaning his sweaty body with my tongue 😝

but i imagined Antoine Griezmann as a sub in these stories that can be read separately or one after the other

In this one he is in love with a Black man, his best friend in real life, his teammate P. Pogba

here he is loved by the gorgeous Adil Rami

MARRY : Olivier GIROUD because he is husband goal, his personality is as attractive as his godly body. 😍

He is a real dilf, cocky but kind, confident but protective, a great husband and father in real life so I would love to live this myself 😍

I described Olivier Giroud as a dominant but protective boyfriend in one of my favorite story here (i like this story because i surprised myself writing about footballers) :

I wish i could live in this bed 😍

I explained here why i love O. Giroud so much

BONUS : Be the best friend of Kylian MBAPPE's boyfriend, since this is what i live in this story written in collaboration with a whiteboy who is in love with Kylian MBappe :

I'm not attracted to Kylian MBappe unless to his ass, and i wouldn't dislike tasting his butt!

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

Would your rather be:

A) Kylian Mbappe’s fart sniffer

B) Kylian Mbappe’s piss drinker

C) Kylian Mbappe’s burp vacuum

D) Kylian Mbappe’s foot licker

ASK ANSWERED : KYLIAN MBAPPE

Thanks for this question. I used to not appreciate Kylian MBappe, as i explained in this article :

But between my black men addiction and the fact that he is obviously talented, i changed my mind and found him inspiring, because i imagine him as a cute bottom in love with a white man (dilf Olivier Giroud)

and as a dominant man in couple with an Arabian man (his bff Achraf Hakimi)

I have been asked to write more about him

I am currently finishing a story about him ❤️

He recently announced that he is living PSG, which is seen as the most horrible news for many football fans, especially in Paris. However, Kylian MBappe remains the captain of the French Football Team 😁

He deserves to be worshipped, but symbolically, if i had to chose a body part to serve, i would take his feet (D) because that's thanks to his feet that he won and have talent 👏

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