#kylian mbappe fanfictions

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• all my fanfictions for kylian here • there's mature writing here • community labels are a thing so if you want to read smuts, change the labels

🩷 = mature

♥︎ My kylian scenarios are right here. I love scenarios so please send some if you want maybe I'll write one into a full fic

Space: part one | part two

ooohhh glad you're back to write new fics! how about something angsty with kylian mbappé where he loses his fiancé due to him "needing space" over a petty issue and only for him to regret and try to win her heart back

Pr or more: part one | part two🩷| part three🩷

you and kylian are in a PR relationship to boost your career, but there was one small problem.. you both hated each other! Or did you....

Little things

Imagine you were heavily pregnant and Kylian always comes to the rescue anytime you need him like coming home with your cravings, massaging your back and feet, cuddling, putting on a comfort movie and reassuring her that everything’s gonna be ok🩷

Little creation

Ok since you're talking about kylian and giving him babies what if you have a little baby and he's doing press and his baby sitting on his lap babbling into the mic and distracting him and everyone in the room? I can imagine him smiling so hard at his little creation

Can't get you off my mine 🩷

Summary from my scenarios: a kylian fic where you both broke up but neither you or Kylian can have sex with anyone else so you both run back to each other for a night of passion

Sinful 🩷

I've a Kylian request for suurrreeeeee. What about going on vacation with Kylian as friends but you've feeling for each and him burning his skin while sunbathing and then you try to help by applying moisturizers and creams on and you know how things can endddddd

Distraction

Hey, for a Kylian fic I wanted to request: how about Kylian taking his daughter to training and theyre filming the Paris “no comment” series that day, so in the end its just his little girl commanding everyone around and getting treated liked the princess she is

Foggy glass 🩷

Smut Request}You’re about to go to bed. Kylian is needy, but you’re a little apprehensive because you’re on your period. Kylian doesn’t mind, and he convinces you into having raw period sex. There’s a first time for everything.

Twisted

Can I please have one where Kylian and reader have an argument, he walks out, she tries to hold back her tears until she goes upstairs into the bathroom and trips over a stair, sprains her ankle, she screams in pain and tries to phone Kylian but no answer, she goes into the kitchen to get an ice pack and goes to sleep until he comes home, he finds her waking up, he admits he fucked up and apologises, he asks her questions on why there’s ice but she says she’s ok until he sees her swollen ankle, takes her to hospital and doesn’t leave her side (I’d love to see comfort Kylian at the end) pleaseeee💕

Genes

No but imagine Kylian and you comparing baby pics😭😭😭 And you guys play fight about how your baby will look more like. Omg he makes a side by side of you two , and posts it as a poll. He asks his followers who they think has the stronger genes. Omg and when you’re baby is finally born she looks exactly like Kylian, but as she gets older she has the same face moles that you have. When he finally posts the baby his caption is, “well I guess my competitiveness has no limits. Cause our baby looks exactly like me. It looks like I gave birth to her myself🫃🏽🤣”

Sunday

No cause imagine every night/morning Kylian would nag you into pulling your shirt up so he can speak to his baby😭He’s just always wanting to touch your belly cause he’s so proud and thankful. He’s extra protective of you now that you’re pregnant. He’s always been so protective of you, and he doesn’t care who it is. He won’t tolerate it if anyone disrespects his woman. Sometimes he’ll just catch a glimpse of you and your belly and he’s in awe. In awe that he got so lucky.

Close - coming soon

[judebelle]

hi girl! i would love to read something about soft sex with kylian maybe after watching a movie, him being so whipped with reader

phrases of praise - k.m. x reader

a/n : i dont expect this to get a lot of attention since there isn't much kylian content out rn lol.. also first kylian post whattt? also gonna use some of my french speaking skills for this fic (i can barely hold a conversation in french)

cw : soft smut, swearing, fluff, unprotected (wrap b4 u tap)

pairing : kylian mbappe x fem!reader

wc : 1.2k

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kylian and you were curled up on his bed, the soft glow of the movie casting a warm ambiance around the two of you. as the film unfolded on the screen, your attention wandered away, replaced by an unspoken desire that pulsed between you.

fingers intertwined, your so-called 'subtle touches' grew more deliberate, tracing gentle patterns on each other's skin. the movie became background noise, both of you lost in the magnetic pull drawing you closer.

your eyes met, and in that moment, the room seemed to close in - leaving only the two of you enveloped in each other's warmth.

as the film became a mere afterthought, kylian's touch became the only thing on your mind.

his hand, initially resting on your waist, ventured along the curve of your back, sending shivers along your spine. the intimacy between you deepened with every lingering caress, creating a delicate balance between passion and restraint.

kylian's touch became a message of desire, his fingers now tracing the delicate lines of your neck and collarbone. you, in turn, responded to the growing intensity, your breath quickening with each tender stroke.

the tension between the two of you flooded the room, leaving you both drowning, needing each other to breathe.

"y/n.." kylian whispered in your ear before his soft lips danced along your shoulder. your eyes shut at that, lip bitten as you laid there and relished in his touch.

his words finally registered, and you let out a low hum in response.

"need you so bad.. please, amor."

you, caught in the enchanting spell of kylian's voice, couldn't resist the temptation any longer. you let out a soft gasp as kylian's hands continued unlocking a new world of sensations within you.

you turned around to face him. your eyes, glimmering with the light of the tv, connecting with his. they were filled to the brim with lust and desire.

your lips finally met in a tender, passionate kiss that spoke the words the two of you could not choke out. you melted into the warmth of the moment.

the outside world faded away as you surrendered to the growing intensity between your legs.

kylian's hands ventured beneath the soft fabric of your shirt. the warmth of his touch sent a shudder through your bones. a soft moan escaped your lips.

the kiss deepened as kylian's fingertips traced intricate patterns along the small of your back. you, overcome by the intoxicating sensations, surrendered under his touch, your breath hitching with every caress.

the room seemed to close around both of you as kylian's hands explored further. every other thought that may have crossed his mind ceased to exist, and the only thing that mattered was your body underneath him.

fueled by a desire that might've been stronger than his, you let your fingers trace a tantalizing path along kylian's neck and shoulders.

you skillfully navigated your way to the warmth of his bare torso. kylian reveled in the intense feel of your touch, and couldn't help but let out a low sigh, proof of the pleasure coursing through him.

the air between your bodies thickened with an unspoken understanding as your hands continued to explore the contours of his abs, his burning skin feeling amazing against yours.

each gentle stroke, each caress, painted an intimate picture of longing.

with a shared glance heavy with desire, kylian began to lift the barrier of fabric that separated you from him. your eyes locked onto his, allowing the anticipation to build. your breath caught in your throat as your top slid off, revealing your soft skin.

as kylian's hands travelled tenderly, the embrace of his touch lingered. as he unclasped your bra, your back arched into his.

the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other only urging him to pleasure you further. kylian's fingers explored the soft curve of your breast, an passionate action.

time seemed to suspend between your eager bodies.

as his hands continued grazing your hot skin, his lips finally met with your breast. a soft gasp escaped your lips, and you arched further into his touch, losing yourself in the intensity of the moment.

kylian's sucks and bites were a mixture of love and lust, each one leaving a mark on the surface of your skin.

your fingers instinctively found their way to his head. you pulled him closer to you before letting out another moan.

"kyky, mon dieu.." (kyky, my god..)

kylian's hands traced a slow path down your body. as his fingers ventured lower, a breathless moan escaped your lips.

he murmured out, his voice a sultry whisper, "tu te sens incroyable contre moi." (you feel incredible against me.)

his hand found it's target, connecting with your clit. overcome with pleasure, you could only respond with a fervent gasp. your hand locking onto kylian's bicep.

the room echoed with the sweet sounds of your intimacy.

your breath became erratic as his fingers worked magic against your nerves. kylian, becoming harder from your body's response, intensified his movements.

your body quivered as your orgasm drew near. you couldn't contain any longer. with a breathless cry, you succumbed to the waves of bliss crashing over you.

kylian, observing your every reaction to the sensations, found himself biting back a satisfied grin.

kylian, locked eyes with you. a silent understanding passed between the two of you. kylian removed his shorts, and with a newfound intensity, positioned himself between your legs. his cock entered your sensitive and throbbing warmth in the form of a slow and gentle stroke.

you clung to his body. your breath caught in your throat, choking any sounds down. kylian, with a whisper against your ear, spoke out phrases of praise.

"so good f'me."

"love how you feel around me, fuck."

"i've never felt anything like this, my god!"

kylian continued his movements as per your loud requests. the room echoed with the soft sounds of sex - the subtle gasps, your synchronized breaths, and his groans of pleasure.

your every response beneath his touch fueled his own desire.

as you both neared the edge, kylian's movements became increasingly fervent. you could feel the growing tension within him in the way he panted against your neck, bit hickies on your soft skin, and how his hands held your hips into place. he pushed you down into the soft mattress. his hips snapped into yours roughly. you began to feel him twitch in you.

his skilled fingers dipped down to massage your clit once again. you arched your back. a guttural moan escaped your lips as the waves of pleasure surged through you.

"kylian!"

kylian only rubbed faster as his hips stuttered. he quickly pushed you over the edge, your body trembling with the force of your second orgasm.

in urgency, kylian chased his own release. with guttural moans, he thrusted deeper and harder. the soft rustling of sheets merged together with the heavy smell of sex in the room.

with a final, breathless moan, he filled you up, leaving you both spent.

[yourimagines]

Reader x Kylian Mbappé?

He broke his nose and the reader is a little bit concerned about it

Fluff?

I’m so in love with him 😍

Broken bones

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, Blood, Angst and fluff

Y/N POV

Kylian was excited for their first match of the euro championship. “I want you to have fun amour.” Kylian walked up and wrapped his arms around me, as I was fixing my hair. “I will root for you my love, just win the first game please.” He smiled and placed a few kisses down on my shoulder as he was looking at me through the mirror. “I try my best for you.”

Kylian was in the locker room with the others of the French team, I was walking to my seat with some snacks in my arms. “Hello miss Y/L/N.” A few fans said as I passed them by. “Hello.” I smiled at them and sat down in my seat. “Good to see you here y/n.” A few girlfriends from the other players were also here. “It is, I’m happy to be here today.” I gave them a kind smile and tried to stay calm, as I was the new wag in the group. “Good, Kylian loves you, he’s a very private man.”

The game has begun and the whole stadium was packed, they were singing, shouting and just having fun. I was watching the game on my own as the others were talking about their life problems. “Come on Kylian.” I mumbled as they lost the ball again. “Y/n, you’re ready for your man’s frustrations.” They joked as they saw me looking intensely at the game as Wöber scored their first goal. I accidentally ignored them and jumped up from happiness as the first goal was scored by France. “Yes! Let’s go!” They all giggled as they saw me standing and clapping for the team. I sat back down and looked at them. “I’m sorry what did you say?” I said with a sheepish smile on my face as I skipped their question. “Nothing.” They smiled at me and went back to their conversation.

The game was okay, nothing to be excited about. Kylian was getting a bit more aggressive in the way he played his game, trying to get the ball. “Come on Kylian.” I whispered to myself as he was running fast over the field. He was closed but got hit in his face, touching his nose. “Oh my god.” I clasped my hands over my mouth as I saw blood was pouring out his nose. “Oh my, he’s hurt.” They all looked at me as Kylian walked back into the field, sitting down on the grass. “He’s okay y/n, I think he only broke his nose.”

Someone from the team got to me and guided me to the locker rooms. Kylian was sitting on a bench as people were talking next to him about taking him to the hospital. “Kylian.” I said as I walked over to him, he looked up and tried to smile as he was holding a tissue against his nose. “Mon Amour.” He was in pain, his nose was crooked to the side. He stood up and I carefully gave him a hug. “Are you okay?” He hummed softly. “I’m going to the hospital right now, you don’t have to come with me amour if you don’t want too, they can bring you to our hotel.” He was concerned about me, I shook my head. “No, I want to come, Kylian you’re hurt.” My hand went over his chest as he painfully nodded. “Okay okay, you can come with me.”

I was a bit afraid, his nose was broken and he was on painkillers. “They won’t operate me right now, if they do I’m out of the selection.” He was tired and a little bit frustrated. “Why does this happen right now huh?” He sits down on our bed and rubs his neck. “I don’t know why but I know you’ll get through this.” I stood between his legs and laid my hands on both of his shoulders. “We get through this amour.” He moved his hands over to my hips, pulling me closer. “You’re in this as well, if you like it or not.” Our lips almost touched each other and I let out a giggle. “Okay, I’m sorry. We get through this.”

Kylian was looking at his phone, a smile was on his face. “Elle est parfaite.” He mumbled to his phone. “Who is perfect?” My French wasn’t the best but I finally started to understand a little bit. He looked up and smiled adorable at me. “You are mon cheri.” I shook my head as my cheeks warmed up. “Yes you are, look.” He turned his phone to me. A TikTok video was playing, it was about me. “Look how you cheered at us, baby they all love you.” I shyly hide my face with my hands. “Non, Ne me cache pas ton visage, mon amour.” He gently grabbed my hands and pulled them away, closer to his face and gently pressed some soft kisses on them. “You’re perfect, I love you, the fans love you.”

Kylian POV

She was blushing hard as I was praising her, about how perfect she was and that I love her. “Kylian…” she shyly said as I pulled her onto my lap. “You are so beautiful, never change baby.” I pressed a few kisses on her cheeks as she started to giggle. “Promise me.” She was looking at me with her beautiful eyes. “I promise if you promise it as well.” I smiled again and gently pressed a kiss on her sweet lips. “Je promets mon amour.” She smiled and softly kissed me back. “I promise.” She whispered against my lips.

She was laughing about a meme she saw on the internet. “That would be so funny.” Her eyes were filled with tears as her stomach began to hurt. “The turtle mask?” I asked her, she nods as she turned her phone towards me. “I can’t wear that, it’s against the regulations.” She wiped away her tears and moved closer to me. “I know, it’s just funny….” I hummed and gently placed her phone down. “I have a turtle mask at home, I can wear that for you.” She shook her head and gently placed a kiss on my cheek. “No, I like your face.” I let out a small laugh and kissed her gently on her lips. “I like your face too.”

She was still worried about me, she was happy that I wasn’t playing against the Netherlands. “Baby I’m okay, the painkillers are doing their job.” She was gently rubbing my shoulders as I sat down on our bed. “I know but….its broken Kylian.” She was clearly upset and it was upsetting me. “Mon amour, please. I’m okay.” I carefully touched my nose, she immediately pulled my hand away. “Don’t touched it, what if you accidentally moved it back out of his place, making it all crooked again.” I laughed and shook my head. “That’s not going to happen, I only touched my skin.” She shook her head and pouted at me. “Mon amour, stop. It makes me upset as well. I’m okay.” I grabbed her by her hands and pulled her into my lap. “Hey, I’m okay. Please don’t be upset. Ça me fait mal de te voir comme ça.” She laid her head down on my shoulder, kissing softly my neck. “I’m sorry, Je t’aime Kylian.” I smiled and tilted my head to side, placed a kiss on her lips. “Je t’aime mon cheri.”

[latin5mamii]

Sometimes - Kylian Mbappè

warnings: none, maybe flirt (?) and google translate french🙏🏻

genre: interviewer!fem!reader x Kylian Mbappè

summary: The interview that you feared the most, seems to he as unpredictable as possible…

author's note: new husband unlocked😝 btw i think Kyky would totally be like this, like the type of man who, when he wants you he makes it unmistakably clear, even to the point of being a little embarrassing sometimes…

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When they told you that you would have to interview Kylian Mbappé, your heart skipped a beat.

"Nothing too difficult," you told yourself, trying to ward off the rising anxiety. "You've done this a hundred times before." But no matter how much you tried to calm yourself, the nerves wouldn't go away. 

Sure, you’re fluent in French, but what if you mispronounced something? What if he couldn’t understand you, and you had to repeat yourself? 

Even worse, what if he was in a bad mood, or worse, simply disinterested? The last thing you wanted was to fumble through a tense or awkward interview. You would have killed for one of the regulars—Vinicius or Rodrygo, maybe—someone you could comfortably chat with. But after tonight’s game, Kylian was the star, and like it or not, the spotlight was yours.

You took a deep breath, gathering your notes as you made your way to the interview area.

As you reached the designated spot, you caught sight of him walking down the corridor. And when your eyes landed on him, your breath hitched. Damn, he was hotter in person.

You took some time to observe his face intently. Droplets of sweat still clinging to his skin, sliding down his sharp jawline, his face slightly tired,and your heartbeat was slightly faster than before.

He must have felt your gaze, because his eyes met yours. For a split second, his expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes as if he hadn’t expected to see you watching him so intently. But then, just as quickly, his lips curled into a smile, warm and genuine, that made your pulse race even faster.

You tried to compose yourself, looking as professional as possible, offering him a smile in return as he approached. 

“Bonsoir, Kylian. Félicitations pour le match de ce soir,” you began, hoping your voice didn’t betray the nerves you felt. “Vous avez vraiment dominé sur le terrain. Comment vous sentez-vous après une telle performance?”

("Good evening, Kylian. Congratulations on the match tonight. You really dominated on the field. How do you feel after such a performance?")

Kylian’s smile broadened slightly as he responded, his voice smooth and steady. “Merci beaucoup. Je me sens bien, mais je dois avouer que je suis surpris, et agréablement, je dois dire.”

("Thank you very much. I feel good, but I have to admit I'm surprised, and pleasantly so, I must say.")

You blinked, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words, but he gave you no time to dwell on it. Instead, he continued, his tone laced with a teasing edge. “C’est rare de rencontrer quelqu'un qui m'observe avec autant d'attention. Je me demande ce que tu pensais.”

("It's rare to meet someone who watches me with such attention. I wonder what you were thinking.")

Caught off guard by his candidness, you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. You quickly composed yourself, trying to steer the conversation back to the interview. “Je pensais à quel point vous avez montré une grande détermination ce soir. Qu'est-ce qui vous a motivé à pousser si fort?”

("I was thinking about how much determination you showed tonight. What motivated you to push so hard?")

Kylian chuckled softly, the sound warm and disarming. His gaze remained locked on yours, and you could feel the intensity of his attention. “La motivation vient de plusieurs choses, mais ce soir… il y avait une énergie particulière dans l'air, quelque chose qui m'a poussé à donner encore plus. Peut-être que c'était la sensation que quelqu'un d'intéressant me regardait.”

("Motivation comes from many things, but tonight… there was a special energy in the air, something that pushed me to give even more. Maybe it was the feeling that someone interesting was watching me.")

You felt your breath catch at his words, the playful glint in his eyes making it clear he wasn’t just talking about the match. Professionalism, you reminded yourself. You had a job to do.

“ Une dernière question, Kylian. Après une telle performance, comment vous préparez-vous pour le prochain match? Y a-t-il quelque chose de spécial que vous faites pour garder cette concentration?”

(" One last question, Kylian. After such a performance, how do you prepare for the next match? Is there anything special you do to maintain that focus?")

Kylian paused for a moment, as if considering your question carefully. Then, with that same playful smile that had started the interview, he leaned in just slightly. “Pour rester concentré… je pense qu'il est important d'avoir quelque chose ou quelqu'un qui vous inspire. Quelque chose à quoi penser quand les choses deviennent difficiles. Peut-être que j'ai trouvé ça ce soir.”

("To stay focused… I think it's important to have something or someone that inspires you. Something to think about when things get tough. Maybe I found that tonight.")

Now your heart was definitely skipping beats, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or melt. He was definitely flirting, and he was good at it. But you had to keep your composure, right? Even if you were enjoying this more than you’d like to admit.

But before you could respond, he straightened up, the smile still lingering on his lips as he gave you a nod. “Merci pour l'interview. C'était un plaisir.”

("Thank you for the interview. It was a pleasure.")

You managed to smile back, still a bit flustered. “Le plaisir était pour moi, Kylian. Merci pour votre temps.”

("The pleasure was mine, Kylian. Thank you for your time.")

As the interview wrapped up and the cameras stopped rolling, you began to gather your notes, relieved that everything had gone smoothly. But just as you were about to step away, Kylian leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing.

"On devrait refaire ça un jour, peut-être sans les caméras," he said, his eyes locking with yours.

("We should do that again sometime, maybe without the cameras.")

You felt your heart skip a beat, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in a bit closer as well, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Seulement si tu promets d'être aussi charmant la prochaine fois," you replied, meeting his gaze with a spark in your eyes.

("Only if you promise to be just as charming next time.")

Kylian’s smile widened, clearly pleased by your response. "Je peux te le garantir," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of something more.

("I can guarantee that.")

As he straightened up, he added with a grin,

“Au fait, ton français est parfait. Très impressionnant.” 

("By the way, your French is perfect. Very impressive.")

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[footballfanficwriter]

First day

Summary: where it's Kylian's Real Madrid presentation and the reader is there on by his side

I wake up to the soft light filtering through our bedroom window in Paris, and I feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling in my chest. Tomorrow is the day Kylian officially becomes a Real Madrid player. As I slowly slide out of bed, trying not to wake him, I head to the bathroom for a quick shower. The warm water does little to calm my racing thoughts, but it gives me a moment to compose myself.

I dress in a stylish yet comfortable outfit, knowing the day will be long and full of events. As I finish getting ready, Kylian wakes up, stretching and yawning. He looks at me with those beautiful eyes of his, filled with love and anticipation.

"Good morning, my love," he says, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," I reply, smiling as he pulls me into a warm embrace.

He kisses my forehead. "Today’s the day we move. Are you ready?"

"More than ready," I say, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. We share a tender kiss before heading downstairs to our waiting car.

The ride to the airport is filled with light conversation and laughter. Kylian's hand never leaves mine, his thumb gently stroking my skin. The city of Paris rushes by outside the window, but my focus is entirely on him. He looks so calm, so confident, and it reassures me.

As we board the private plane, I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. The flight attendants greet us warmly, and we settle into our seats. Kylian wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

"Can you believe it? We’re actually moving to Madrid," he says, his voice filled with awe.

"I know. It feels surreal," I reply, resting my head on his shoulder. "But I’m so proud of you."

He kisses the top of my head. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N."

The flight is smooth, and we spend most of it cuddled together. Kylian talks about his dreams and plans for his career in Madrid, and I listen, my heart swelling with pride. Every now and then, he kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my lips – each touch sending shivers down my spine.

Upon landing in Madrid, we are greeted by a driver who takes us to our hotel. The energy of the city is palpable, and I can feel the excitement of the fans already. Our suite is nothing short of spectacular, with a breathtaking view of Madrid.

Kylian takes my hand, pulling me close to the window. "Look at this, Y/N. Our new home," he says, his voice filled with wonder.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth seep into me. "It’s beautiful, just like you," I murmur.

He turns to face me, his hands cradling my face. "Not as beautiful as you," he whispers before kissing me deeply. Our kiss is filled with promise and passion, a silent vow of the future we are about to build together.

We decide to take the rest of the day to relax and adjust to our new surroundings. We explore the hotel, take a leisurely walk around the nearby area, and enjoy a quiet dinner together. Every moment is precious, and I savor the time we have to just be with each other.

The morning of Kylian’s medical tests, we wake up early. I make sure he has a nutritious breakfast, knowing he’ll need the energy. He takes my hand as we head to the medical facility, his grip firm and reassuring.

The facility is state-of-the-art, filled with bustling staff and high-tech equipment. Kylian is taken to a room for his tests, and I wait in a comfortable lounge area. My heart races with anticipation and pride. As I sit there, I receive reassuring texts from him, letting me know that everything is going smoothly.

After what feels like an eternity, he emerges with a confident smile. "All good," he says, pulling me into a hug.

"I never doubted it," I reply, kissing his cheek.

We head to the Real Madrid headquarters next, where he’ll sign his contract. The atmosphere is electric, filled with anticipation and excitement

The room where Kylian will sign his contract is grand, with an air of importance. As we enter, we’re greeted by club officials and media personnel. I take a seat beside Kylian, our fingers intertwined.

The club president gives a brief speech about Kylian’s achievements and the club’s excitement to have him join. Then, Kylian is handed the contract. He takes a moment to look at me, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Ready?" he asks softly.

"Always," I whisper back.

He signs the contract, officially becoming a Real Madrid player. The room erupts in applause, and I can’t help but beam with pride. Kylian pulls me into a celebratory kiss, his lips warm and soft against mine.

After the signing, we move to the press conference room. Kylian takes his place at the front, and I find a spot where I can see him clearly. The room is packed with journalists, cameras flashing nonstop.

Kylian looks calm and composed as he begins answering questions. His eyes occasionally find mine, and we share silent, affectionate glances.

"How does it feel to finally be a part of Real Madrid?" a journalist asks.

"It’s a dream come true," Kylian responds. "I’ve always admired this club, and I’m excited to contribute to its success."

He glances at me, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. I smile back, giving him a small nod of encouragement.

"Can you tell us about your decision to join Real Madrid?" another journalist inquires.

Kylian takes a deep breath, his gaze flickering to me before he speaks. "It was a tough decision, but ultimately, I felt that Real Madrid was the right place for me to continue my career. The club has a rich history and a passionate fan base, and I’m looking forward to being a part of that."

Our eyes meet again, and he subtly nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. I can’t help but feel a swell of pride and love for him.

Throughout the press conference, we share these silent moments of connection. When he talks about his family and his support system, his eyes soften, and I know he’s thinking of me. I feel a sense of pride and warmth wash over me, knowing that I am a part of his journey.

The next day, we head to the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium. The stands are filled with ecstatic fans, all eager to welcome their new star. The energy is electric, and Kylian steps up to the podium, looking every bit the confident and poised athlete he is.

"Hola, Madridistas," he begins, his voice strong and confident. "This is a dream come true for me. I’ve always admired this club, and I’m excited to be here."

He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on me. "I want to thank my mom, my dad, my siblings, and my incredible wife, Y/N, for always supporting me. Without their love and encouragement, I wouldn’t be standing here today."

His mom is in tears, and I quickly move to her side, wiping away her tears and rubbing her back comfortingly. "He’s amazing," I whisper, and she nods, smiling through her tears.

Kylian continues his speech, talking about his goals and aspirations for his time at Real Madrid. His passion and dedication are evident, and I can see the fans are just as captivated as I am.

"I promise to give my all for this club and its fans," he says, his voice filled with determination. "Together, we will achieve great things, ¡HALA MADRID!

The crowd roars in approval, and I feel a swell of pride and love for him. He glances at me, and I give him an encouraging smile.

After his speech, it’s time for the family photo. His parents step onto the stage, posing proudly with him. Kylian looks around and notices I’m not there. He signals for me to join them, but I shake my head, indicating I’ll stay out of the picture. He doesn’t take no for an answer. Walking over to me, he takes my hand and leads me onto the stage.

"You're part of this family, Amore. Always," he whispers, his eyes locking with mine.

We pose for the picture, standing next to the Real Madrid president. I feel Kylian’s arm around my waist, holding me close. The camera flashes, capturing this unforgettable moment.

The rest of the day is a blur of celebrations and fan greetings. Kylian walks around the stadium, shaking hands and thanking the fans. I watch him, my heart swelling with pride and love. When we finally return to our hotel room, we’re both exhausted but elated.

As soon as we close the door behind us, Kylian pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately. "I couldn’t have done any of this without you," he murmurs between kisses.

We collapse onto the bed, cuddling close. He becomes clingy, holding me tightly as if afraid to let go. "What do you think our life will be like here?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with wonder.

"I think it will be amazing," I reply, running my fingers through his hair. "We have each other, and that’s all we need."

He smiles, kissing me gently. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Kylian," I whisper, our foreheads touching. "Forever."

We spend the rest of the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about the day and dreaming about our future in Madrid. Every kiss, every touch, and every word is filled with love and promise. This is the start of a beautiful new chapter in our lives, and I couldn’t be happier to share it with the love of my life

After a while of Kylian and I having our conversation and he's fallen asleep on my stomach, I decide to check people's reactions and what they thought, occasionally smiling at their comments

@FabrizioRomano: 🚨 Official and confirmed: Kylian Mbappé is now a Real Madrid player. Contract signed until 2028. Here we go! #HalaMadrid ⚪️🔴

@RMadridUpdates:The King has arrived! Welcome to Real Madrid, Kylian Mbappé! This is going to be legendary! #Mbappe2028

@FootballAddict: Mbappé to Real Madrid is the biggest transfer of the decade! Can’t wait to see him in white. #Galactico #Mbappe

@LaLigaLover:With Mbappé at Real Madrid, La Liga just got a whole lot more exciting! Let's go! #HalaMadrid #Mbappe

@KylianFanClub: So proud of Kylian! He’s finally living his dream. Real Madrid is the perfect place for him. #Mbappe2028

@RomanticSportsFan: Did anyone else notice the way Kylian kept looking at his wife during the press conference? So much love! #RelationshipGoals #MbappeLove

@FootballGossip: Kylian Mbappé’s wife might be the real MVP here. Those supportive glances and little gestures... True love! #Mbappe

@FanGirlCentral:Okay, but the way Kylian’s wife wiped his mom’s tears and rubbed her back was so sweet. She’s already a fan favorite! #MbappeFamily

@TheRealMadridista: Mbappé signaling his wife to join the family photo... Can we talk about how cute that was? #CoupleGoals #Mbappe

@SportsRomantics: Watching Kylian and his wife exchange those little glances during his speech was everything. You can tell they’re so in love. #MbappeLoveStory

@RealMadridFans: A new chapter begins with Kylian Mbappé at Real Madrid! His wife is such a supportive partner. We stan! #HalaMadrid #Mbappe

   - Comment: @LoveFootball: The way he looked at his wife during the press conference was just 🥺❤️ True love! #MbappeLove

@FootballRomantics: The way Kylian looked at his wife during the press conference was just... 🥺❤️ True love right there. #Mbappe

   -Comment: @GoalDreams: They’re such a beautiful couple! #CoupleGoals

@SportsLoveStory:Did you see how Kylian walked over to his wife and brought her onto the stage? My heart! #CoupleGoals #Mbappe

   -Comment:@FanZone: That was the cutest thing ever! They belong together. #MbappeFamily

@FootballMoments:That moment when Kylian’s wife comforted his mom was so touching. She’s already part of the family. #MbappeFamily

   - Comment: @TearsOfJoy: She’s such a sweetheart! #FamilyFirst

@MadridistaLove: Kylian and his wife’s love story is the real deal. Watching them today was like a movie. #MbappeLove

  - Comment:@FootballHeart: True love exists and they are the proof! #HalaMadrid

Overall I'm just so happy that Kylian was able to fulfill his dream and I'm so honoured to be stood by his side as he makes this transition

[cialovesklopp]

everything he’s ever wanted ➺ k.mbappé

( masterlist )

summary — he should have been on the pitch right now, battling with his teammates for victory but he preferred to be here. at his daughter’s ballet play.

pairing — dad! kylian x black! reader

song — maamou [ dadju ]

cia’s quick rambles — hey guys, hope you’re doing well. got so motivated while writing the next genius part that just had to write this quick blurb. it can either be read as a stand-alone or as small glimpse into kylian’s and amara’s life post mon-amour — also i recommend listening to the song, it fits so much 🫶🏾

if someone had told kylian mbappé seven years ago that this would be his life, he would have called that person crazy. 

and now it was his everyday reality. 

he thought the day he moved from paris to madrid would be the happiest in his life. but it paled in comparison to the instant when he knew that he had found the woman of his life. 

then he thought the happiest day in his life was when he won the euros in germany but it got quickly overtaken when he thought back to the moment where he put a ring onto her fingers after winning the competition. how their kiss had been splattered across every news magazine for several weeks and them having to give thousands of interviews. 

but even that meant nothing anymore when he thought back to the day that he saw her in a white dress. the day he vowed to cherish and love her for infinity. 

their love story that had started as a healing friendship with both of them having been hurt in the past. and over time it had bloomed into something more, more comfortable — more loving. he had actually thought that their wedding day was the most beautiful and perfect day in his life. 

and then came their daughter’s birth and it felt like overdosing on endorphins. if he had been swimming in happiness before, now he was drowning in joy. he had gotten all he had ever wanted from life. 

before meeting her, he used to dream about this future and having his own children, with a certain kind of sadness settling deep down when he woke up alone. now he dreaded sleeping because all his dreams had already become his reality. 

and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. for most people going to their daughter’s play would seem like the most mundane thing in the world. but for kylian, especially those moments were special.

his eyes were almost sparkling when he watched his little girl twirl in her tutu — her pink princess tutu that she had begged him to buy — while mimicking the teacher’s moves. there was no denying that his little star had him wrapped around her finger. he noticed the looks people threw at him. 

women lusting after him while fathers who had taken the time off to watch the play, were staring at him in awe. why was the kylian mbappé here? shouldn’t he be on the pitch right now?

of course he should but he had promised himself that he would be there. had promised that he would be present for her. and this was part of it too. 

the lights went out again as beautiful piano music played out in the back and then suddenly his daughter was in front of all the other girls, standing out from the other girls with her pink tutu in contrast to the other white ones. 

she smiled brightly as she danced on stage, spinning around in her tutu. his little ballerina. he searched the stage for her eyes and waved once they met which had her grin. 

this was heaven. ballon d’ors and champions leagues didn’t mean anything to him anymore. being able to watch his daughter dance meant more. he understood now what toni and luka were talking about when he first joined the team. 

it all made sense now. unfortunately for him the play ended way too early. it was too quick over for him — he could have spent hours watching her act around like a ballerina. 

the most ethereal moments often passed like a flash. 

“papa!”, without forewarning, a little bundle of energy was suddenly clinging to his legs, arms thrown around them. he was instantly brought back to reality while the familiar feeling of comfort spread through his chest. 

he smiled as he bent down to pick up his daughter, her small legs wrapping around his hips as he steadied her in his arms. 

her dark-hazelnut eyes beamed at him while a huge smile painted her lips, showing to anyone the two teeth that had fallen out.

she was his spitting image, neither questions nor dna test ever needed. from the shape and color of his eyes to his eyebrows — she had inherited everything from him. he was the only one to recognize that their daughter had her mother’s one million dollar smile. the one that had kylian thanking the power above for blessing him. for giving him the chance to find his own family. 

“i danced — like a ballerina. et regardes! maman a fait mes cheveux,” she pointed excitedly at her hair that had been braided into four cornrows with little pink pearls at the end of each one. for her small age, her head was packed with long and soft hair — the result of his wife’s never ending care for her hair. different routines and treatment to ensure their daughter had rich and healthy hair. — and look! mama made my hair

“tu es la plus belle fille de tout l’univers,” he pressed tender kisses on his daughter’s cheek, tickling her lightly which had her giggle. the most beautiful sound after her mother’s laugh. — you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire universe

kylian had never truly understood how people could love unconditionally. he could comprehend infinite; it was only understandable after meeting the love of his life. but unconditional — looking over all the mistakes and handing out care and love no matter what?

yeah, that didn’t make much sense to him back then. and then his daughter was born and he was ready to go to war for her. love and care for her no matter how many war crimes she could have committed. he loved her more than life. if she asked him to stop football so he could be home more often, he would quit instantly. she was his everything.

“belle,” she squealed, playing excitedly with the pearls in her hair. “maman too?” — pretty

“of course. maman is the most beautiful woman ever,” he replied and lowered his mouth to her ear. “but we don’t tell her that, okay?”

his daughter nodded firmly, as if he had just entrusted her the nuclear codes to some bombs. “why aren’t you playing with uncle auri? et uncle vini?”

kylian laughed. “parce que je voulais voir ma petite princesse.” — because i wanted to see my little princess

the little girl in his arms nudged him lightly on his head. “je ne suis pas une princesse papa. i’m a ballerina. i dance just like maman.” — i’m not a princess

“and you did that beautifully, my little star,” a voice called from behind him and kylian’s eyes at the sight of his wife. 

even after dating and being married, she still amazed him with her beauty everyday. he would always get those tiny butterflies, no matter how many times he looked at her. 

her smile still as radiating as ever, she walked quickly over to them —as quick as it was possible with a huge belly — and joined her little family.

the girl in his arms wiggled and kylian put her down so she could hug her mama. being six months pregnant meant she couldn’t pick her baby girl up anymore for the time being but she could still engulf her in big hugs. 

“i’m surprised you made it,” she whispered to her husband who placed a tiny peck on her neck. 

“i promised i wouldn’t miss those moments. told the coach that i couldn’t be there for the game today.” just like he had said, his priority wasn’t winning anymore. he wasn’t kylian mbappé, the star real madrid player anymore. he was now kylian mbappé, the father and real madrid player. and if being present in his daughter’s life meant missing more matches, he would take it. 

“how’s our future little football star?” he asked her playfully and she grinned. 

“our baby’s been kicking me the entire play. like since we arrived here it’s been punches here and there — oh, and by the way, the moms have got it out for you, as a heads up.” she pointed discreetly at a small group of women, who were watching them. 

“everyone knows i’ve only got eyes for you.” it was true, every living person that had access to social media knew that kylian mbappe was a proudly taken man, who honestly had forgotten that other women existed. he was her man and he felt blessed to be able to call her that. 

shoutout to her ex-boyfriend for screwing up. 

“you better not. don’t worry i know. and this,” she placed a hand on her stomach, putting it cautiously as their daughter was still speaking excitedly to the belly. “is proof enough. je t’aime.” — i love you

“je t’aime aussi.” — i love you too

his smile was plastered on his entire face, so much it hurt already. but how could he stop smiling, he was just so goddamn happy. 

he had been graced with everything he had ever wanted. 

[glossyblue]

Sleepless Somersaults

glossyblue: Based on @megannandrewss request, hope you enjoy💗 Feel free to send your requests🩶🫶🏻

summary: you are pregnant and you can’t sleep because the baby’s doing somersaults all over your belly, so you wake kylian up.

pairing: Kylian mbappe × reader

⋆

In the quiet stillness of the night, you lie awake, your discomfort a constant companion throughout these pregnant days and sleepless nights. The moonlight casts a gentle glow on the room, illuminating your swollen belly and highlighting the ripples beneath the surface as your baby does somersaults within you. You can't help but smile at the miracle growing inside of you, but as the minutes tick by like hours, all you wish for is a moment of peace and respite. Your gaze shifts to your husband, Kylian, who slumbers peacefully beside you, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that is unfamiliar to you. In your mind, you can't help but conjure the images of the intimacy you used to share before pregnancy took the reins of your life. With a sigh, you reach out a hand to lightly touch his bare back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

The slight touch sends Kylian stirring from his sleep, his eyes fluttering open as he turns to look at you. His brows furrow as he notices the dark circles under your eyes and the pained expression that you desperately try to hide. 'Is everything alright, ma chérie?' he asks, his voice thick with sleep. Your heart swells with love for this man who can sense your discomfort, even in the depths of his slumber. You draw in a deep breath, trying to steady the waver in your voice as you speak. 'All I want is a good night's sleep, Kylian. I feel like it's been ages since I've had one.' Your words betray the desperation that courses through your veins, and Kylian's face softens in response, a sympathetic smile playing at the corners of his lips. He shifts his position, pulling himself up so that he is sitting next to you. 'Well then, let's see what we can do to help,' he says, his hands reaching out to find yours and gently pulling them towards him. The warmth of his touch offers you a moment of solace, and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in the comfort.

With a tender smile, Kylian releases your hands and moves down to the foot of the bed. He takes one of your feet in his hands, his fingers gently kneading the soles. The pressure is gentle yet firm, and the sensation sends waves of relaxation coursing through your body. You let out a soft sigh, the tension in your muscles beginning to recede as his fingers work their magic. He continues to massage your feet, his movements slow and deliberate. You can feel the baby inside of you begin to quiet, the somersaults becoming fewer and farther between as they, too, succumb to the soothing rhythm. You allow yourself to sink deeper into the pillows, a contented smile spreading across your face as you feel the sheer exhaustion finally begin to take hold. Kylian then moves his hands up to your belly, his touch gentle yet reassuring. As he massages your bump, you can feel the baby shift inside of you, as if acknowledging the presence of their father. You let your eyes flutter closed, the feelings of love and contentment mixing with the physical relaxation brought on by Kylian's touch. As you drift off to sleep, you feel Kylian's lips brush against your cheek, a tender goodnight kiss that fills your heart with warmth. 'Dream sweet, ma chérie,' he whispers softly in your ear. And with those words, you surrender to the embrace of sleep, your body finally finding the rest it so desperately craved.

The next morning, you wake to the sound of birds chirping outside your window, the sun casting a warm glow on the room. You stretch your arms above your head, feeling the energy slowly returning to your body, and you smile, remembering the tender moments shared with Kylian in the stillness of the night. As you roll over, you see him, awake and watching you with a look of love and adoration in his eyes. 'Good morning, mon amour,' he says, reaching out to take your hand in his. You entwine your fingers together, a sense of gratitude and appreciation filling your heart. 'Thank you,' you whisper, your voice raspy from the deep sleep. 'For everything.' Kylian simply smiles, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. In that moment, you know that no matter the sleepless nights and discomfort, you have the unwavering support and love of your partner by your side. And as your belly ripples with movement, a newfound strength and determination surges through you, a promise of the love and support that awaits the life growing within you.

------------------------------------ ᵍˡᵒˢˢʸᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ💌

[ts1m1kas]

okay so i have quite a few fics to write and some ready to post so i'll give you guys a rough schedule of what's to come !!

2/7/24 - jamal musiala x composer!reader ~ posted

3/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader ~ posted

5/7/24 - jamal musiala x colleague!reader ~ posted

7/7/24 - jealous!max verstappen x reader ~ posted

10/7/24 - kostas tsimikas x holidayer!reader ~ posted

11/7/24 - xavi simons x reader ~ posted

13/7/24 - sebastian vettel x reader & fernando alonso x reader (break-up and rebound) ~ posted

15/7/24 - jealous!ayrton senna x reader ~ posted

17/7/24 - jenson button x driver!reader ~ posted

19/7/24 - kimi raikkonen x driver!reader ~ posted

21/7/24 - jenson button x wife!reader ~ posted

23/7/24 - robin koch x reader part 2 ~ posted

24/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader ~ posted

26/7/24 - jamal musiala x interviewer!reader ~ posted

28/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader ~ posted

29/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader (proposal) ~ posted

30/7/24 - jamal musiala x footballer!reader ~ posted

31/7/24 - jamal musiala x reader ~ posted

so excited to write all of these and thank you for the continued support 🫶

(link to my masterlist and who i write for !!)

love you all - ts1m1kas xoxo

[kylianspinkyring]

kylian talking you through it

notes: idkkkkk its just straight smut ngl no plot whatsoever

warnings: smut, smut, all of the above

-

“oh” he groaned lowly. “fuck.”

kylian had the nasty tendency of jumping between languages whilst he was buried in you, face contorted and skin slick with sweat.

the dragged out ‘fuck’s’ would overlap crudely with his pretty french words, some so dirty-sounding it had you scratching your head after at what he’d meant.

he’d be reluctant to tell you their meaning, shaking off your innocent questioning with a breathless laugh as he tucked himself into your side like he hadn’t just expressed his french wish to put a baby inside you.

that wish always seemed to creep up again, like it did now. your mouth fell slack against his when he pushed himself into you, both quiet for a moment, letting your mixed sighs and hitched breaths fill the air.

“so good” he choked, looking down and letting his eyes devour the sight of him slowly disappearing into you, before looking up again and cupping your face.

“so, so good” he rambled on, his lazy thrusts falling into perfect rhythm with every ‘so’ when you tapped his thigh lightly, giving him the green light to finally move.

your mouth rests against his, both too weakened by the other’s feel to even bother moving your lips. “l-like that” you whined, hooking your arms around his neck when the subtle sting was washed away by a warm, pulsating feel only he could ease out of you.

“watch” his words are cut short by a particularly loud groan he attempts to swallow back. “watch it go in.”

he always loved when you watched his movements, said you had this look in your eye that he’d think about during training whenever he zoned out. it was a loving look, twisted with something else that had him taking cold showers and getting strange looks from his teammates in an attempt to wash away the excitement.

he lifts your left leg over his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot that he knew would send you into a frenzy.

“fuck, fuck- fuck!” you repeated, words coming in a messy heap as kylian’s hands traced upwards, between your breasts, before curling around your throat and squeezing lightly, planting a feather-light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “good?” he coos.

you nodded desperately, until another light squeeze prompted you to use your words. “yes- s’good. oh-fuck!”

good didn’t cut it. his delicate words contrasted so harshly with the quickening snaps of his hips, hands now travelling down your stomach and gently pressing against your clit. sometimes gently, sometimes a little harder, all the while erupting different sounds from you that had kylian wanting to forever have them on repeat.

“i love-” another moan that was swallowed by his mouth. “i love you.” you cried, eyes fluttering shut when you felt his lips move up your neck, his light stubble making you shiver into him.

he let your leg drop, wrapping it around his torso as he laid into you, his weight heavy against yours. “say it again” his lower hip movements slowed, rocking into you softly. “for me.”

you said it again and again, lost count, in fact. the warmth pooling in your lower stomach was making you dizzy, your only strength showing in how you clenched around him, low moans dragging out into higher, breathless ones.

“dont stop-yes!” you threw your head back on one particular thrust, feeling tears fill your eyes from the aching pleasure that made your fingers involuntarily grapple at his shoulders as if to steady yourself.

kylian noticed, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks, thumbs swiping away at the wetness. “bébé” he swallowed between ragged breaths. “dis-moi d'arrêter” he pecked your lips  “et j'arrêterai.”

your head shook furiously, fucking yourself up into him, craving the friction and the lewd sounds of your juices mixing together as words seemed to have fallen off the edge - an edge you were now craving.

“allez bébé.” he lifted you from the bed, one hand wrapped around your lower back with the other pressed between your shoulder blades. head lulling against his shoulder, your words were fragmented as he bounced you against him - both just as tired and flustered as the other.

“nearly t-there amour, ‘can feel it” he grappled with your hair, tugging it back so he had full access to your neck, lips dragging up your throat. “don’t clench-fuck! just let go for me-there you g-”

you bit down on his shoulder when a loud yelp suddenly escaped your lips, already too fucked out and breathless to stop the incoherent mumbles and moans that only seemed to grow louder as kylian’s fingers worked at the nerves between your legs.  

“i got you amour, hold onto me, thats it!-like that” he cooed, his gentle words a harsh contrast to his quickening movements and ragged inhales as her walls pulsated around him, all dewy and hazy to see him unravelling over her quivering figure.

he brought his fingers up to her lips, running his pads over them before slowly slotting them into her mouth, the wetness of her tongue sending shocks to the tip of his cock-

“putain! gonna c-” kylian couldnt even finish his sentence, fingers dragging out of her glistening mouth and reaching for her hand, fingers interlocking as he dropped them against the mattress again.

you whispered loving words into his ear, your other hand lightly raking up his spine after his movements had stilled and he’d collapsed against you, forming the other half of what could only be described as a sweaty mess in need of a shower.

he didnt speak for a moment, instead milking out the last of your orgasms and leaving kisses on your shoulders as little ‘i love you’s’ since words always failed him in his post-bliss state.

sleep overtook them in minutes after he’d fallen back to your side, reaching out for you with grabby hands, needing to hold you in the minutes before despite your bodies being slick with sweat. kylian was too tired to shower and you were to tired to fight it, ‘tomorrow’ he said with a peck on your temple, then just like that you both fell into a deep snooze.

[greedyhoneyz]

I Can’t Lose When I’m With You

.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: there’s something joyous about the sounds of laughter.

.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. fluff

.ೃ࿔*:･authors notes: this took me awhile to write. this isn’t my best works but ive been stuck with writers block. used google translate for the french. didn't proofread.

“Ćherie!” Kylian’s deep, resonant voice echoed through the dimly lit hallway of his Parisian home as the front door creaked open, and the scent of popcorn and a vanilla line candle filled his nose.

“Ćherie!” He yelled again, a hand pushed up against the hallway wall as he dug his feet out of his shoes. He kicked them aside and jeered his head to stare at the soft glare of light at the end of the hallway.

Dropping his bag at his feet, Kylian followed the light till he stood at the end of the hallway.

On the couch, bundled between a row of pillows and a throw blanket, (name) lay idly, her gaze glued to the blue light emitting from her phone whilst music boomed from her airpods. The tv played on the side of her face, Gossip Girl, a comfort show she watched countless times before.

Slowly, Kylian crept towards (name). He pressed his lips into a line and watched her eyes flutter close, her eyelashes meshing together and springing open with orbs filled with alert.

She stirred, her feet wriggling beneath the throw blanket, and turned her head to Kylian, beaming.

“Kylian,” She mouthed gently, her eyes glancing over his figure. She pulled her airpods from her ears and pressed herself against the couch, her phone tumbling aside. “You’re back.”

“Kiss.” She tilted her head back and puckered her lips as Kylian towered above her. He hung his head, a shadow casting over both their faces, and clasped her face between his hands. He leaned into her, his nose gently bristling against her cheek, and moulded his mouth around her lips.

Kylian savoured the taste of (name’s) strawberry gloss, uttering a strangled moan as he pulled away, leaving a lingering touch on her ample cheek.

He waddled around the couch, his movements slow and sluggish, and eased himself beside (name). Sinking into the cushioned seat, she placed her legs over his lap.

“How was the game?” (name) spared a peep at the television, a flash of black covered the screen indicating the episode had ended. She fixed her gaze on Kylian and smiled warmly at the touch of his hands gently scoring across her legs.

“Good,” He muttered calmly. His digits smoothed down her legs, coddling her ankles, and brushed upwards towards her thighs. He stared at her body with eyes filled with focus and fatigue, his fingers an emblem of his tenderness and care, and batted a gentle look at (name). “...I missed you.”

(name) felt her heart swell and heat flush across her face. She offered a shy grin and threw back words brimmed with solace.

“I missed you too.”

By 9 pm, nightfall had replaced the brisk, autumn evening. The house had fallen into a quiet lull, the tv had shut and faint snores filled the open air. Propped on either side of their sofa, Kylian and (name) slept blissfully– the throw blanket Kylian had once rustled aside draped across their figures and swaddled them like newborns despite the discomforting positions. The couple slept on, stirring at the occasional ding from a phone or beep from the alarm at the front door.

And when morning came, hunger had struck and Kylian had found himself awake. He blinked, baffled and dazed, and slowly slung his head upwards from his shoulder. He wiped a hand across his face, rubbed his tired eyes and shifted, drawing his eyes to the legs dangled across his lap.

He flashed a glance at (name), still content in slumber, and sluggishly dragged his legs inwards. He blinked, knocking his jaw open with a strained yawn and settled back into the couch cushions.

Kylian waded between feelings of fatigue and hunger and peeked a glance at the kitchen just metres away. Imagining a hot plate of eggs, a bagel smothered with cream cheese and a couple of slices of bacon on the side — his belly rumbled at the thought.

He wiped his mouth and carefully lifted himself from the couch, only to be weighed down by (name).

Kylian let out a breath and stared down at his girlfriend, her head hidden beneath her arm and a pillow. He watched her chest rise and deflate in a continuous motion as minute snores whistled from her nostrils.

He smiled, enamoured by the sight and carefully raised his hand. His palm curved around her leg, whisking across her skin delicately, upwards and downwards. He dragged his hand towards her ankle, smoothed the nub and trickled his digits down to her feet.

He curved his hand to the back of her feet and began to wriggle his fingers across her feet.

Kylian was tender at first, his digits barely fluttered against (name’s) feet, which induced the occasional twitch and curl of her toes. His next move was stronger, a rutted attack, as his fingers wormed across her feet in ragged lines, inducing an agitated mewl.

Kylian’s final move was subtle, yet effective. He moved his fingers diligently against her feet and applied pressure on points he had accustomed himself to, sending electric nodes which signified as jolts

across (name’s) body.

She flinched, a groan escaping her tired lips and began to stir, growing more agitated the more Kylian continued his assault before her mewls began to grow higher in pitch.

(name) sprung her eyes open, letting out the loudest giggle and threw back her head. She kicked her feet in an attempt to ward off Kylian’s attack but fell struck in a fit of laughter.

“What are you doing?” She managed a few words between her laughter as teardrops began pooling down her cheeks.

“It tickles!”

“Tes pieds sont si sensibles,” [Your feet are so sensitive,] Kylian mused softly, racing his digits up across her feet once again, tickling her. “I like it.”

“Kylian, wait-”

“Je n'arrête pas.” [I’m not stopping.] He cooed assertively, sending (name) an amused look.

“Kylian!” (name) whined, she wriggled beneath her boyfriend and laughed gleefully with a grin that reached from ear to ear.

“Don’t stop!”

No longer dazed by slumber, (name) found herself engulfed with joy and never-ending laughter as Kylian tickled her feet and laughed alongside her. She was delighted, he was amused. Her delicate laughter soothed him and his mischievous antics felt her panting for breath in their Parisian home that stood cloudless beneath the frisk, bitter early autumn air.

[boobo13cambridge]

Send That Picture Promise I'm A Keep It | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: Fluff, sexting, masturbation (m.)

Summary: What’s it like texting when your husband is a really busy athlete? 

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been trying to finish up all my old requests before I get to the new ones. I was actually supposed to post this May 5th, and its now June, oops. I’ve seen all your prompts for the new Kylian smut, and I love all your ideas. I’ll try my best to get them done because for once I have nothing to this summer except find a job, lmao. I swear having a job ready for when you graduate is not easy at all. Uni should’ve prepared us better for the post-grad life. Anyways, as always don’t forget to like, comment, and repost! Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

Kylian: bébé 

Kylian: bébééé

Kylian: bééébééé

Kylian: béééébéééééééééé

Kylian: Arrête de m’ignorer 😢 (stop ignoring me)

Kylian: jte veux  (i want you)

Kylian: j besoins de toi (i need you)

Kylian: envoie t seins (send your tits)

The incessant buzzing of your phone that was conveniently located in your back pocket was proving to bea major distraction as you were trying your best to follow what your boss was trying to say. You knew who it was without even having to look, the culprit - a certain brown-eyed professional athlete who was called away on international duty. 

While you wished you could be there to cheer him on as France played against Gibraltar in Faro, you were unfortunately tied up at work as you had to deal with an important client. As a divorce lawyer, you were constantly surprised to learn just how selfish and idiotic some people could be. You’d think a firefighter would be too busy trying to save people to have two mistress with three children each. Alas, humanity never failed to disappoint. To add fuel to the fire, this particular client absolutely refused to comprise on anything and insisted that he still loved his wife despite being a piece of shit.

Seeing all these cases, you were grateful that Kylian wasn't like that. To be honest, in the beginning of your relationship, you were very self-conscious as footballers were known to be cheaters. A few people (who were no longer in your life) warned you that your husband would inevitably turn out like most people in his profession and leave you for a model. Kylian, on the other hand,  turned out to be nothing like that. He was consistently loving, truthful, and patient with you. The media's attempts to tear your relationship apart still pained you deeply, especially the heartbroken look in Kylian's eyes as you shouted at him, accusing him without even giving him a chance to explain.

But returning to the present, your boss finally released you from the conversation as her secretary reminded her that her husband was waiting on the line. Your boss, an intimidating woman whom you respected greatly, was the only one who hired you straight after graduation, despite most law firms turning you away. You suspected they viewed you as nothing more than a trophy wife destined to retire after having a few kids. Céleste Beauregard was the only one who gave you a chance, and for that you would be eternally grateful.

Walking back to your desk, you pull out your phone and look at the messages Kylian send you. Letting out a snort at his antics, you reply.

You: t’a pas un match à jouer toi?  (don’t you have a match to play?)

Kylian: c koi le rapport bb??    (what’s the correlation baby??)

You: tu c ke chui au travail kyky  (you know I’m at work kyky)

Kylian: allez bb juste une photo 🥺 (cmon baby its just one picture)

You: ds t rêve (in your dreams)

Kylian: fais pas ca (don’t do this)

Kylian: arrête de faire ta difficile (stop being so difficult)

You: t un gros pervert Mbappé 🤢 (you’re a big pervert Mbappé)

You: j d’autres choses à faire ds la vie ke de t’envoyer d pics de mes seins              franchement  (I have better things to do than send you pics of my tits seriously)

You: t’a pas déjà d pics? (don’t you already have some?)

Kylian: j’en veux d fresh svp (I need new ones pls)

You: tu m’énerve (you’re annoying)

In moments like these, you couldn't help but appreciate having a private office with tinted glass. Glancing around cautiously to ensure no one was present, you carefully unbuttoned your dress shirt, unveiling a seductive, lacy red push-up bra. With one hand, you delicately squeezed your breasts together, your cheeks flushed crimson as you quickly snap a picture and send it to him. 

Buttoning your shirt, you feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation, as you nervously bit your lip, holding your breath as you observed the three blinking dots in your message thread. You couldn't help but giggle at doing something so risky at your workplace.

Kylian: putain bb chui bandé 🤤 (fuck bb i’m hard) 

Kylian: si tt là ça serait parti en branlette espagnole 😏 (if you were here I would’ve fucked your tits)

You: t dégeulasse 🙄 (youre disgusting)

Kylian: tu m’aimes pareille ❤️ (you love me tho)

You: vrm pas  (not really)

You: envoie moi t seins toi (you send me your tits)

Kylian: jpeux tenvoyer qq chose de mieux 😘 (i’ll send you something better)

Your heart raced with anticipation, a symphony of palpitations echoing in your chest, as you waited impatiently for your husband to send you a picture of himself.

As the picture popped up, you felt liquid heat pool in your panties as your breathing deepened looking at the nude Kylian had sent you. 

The dim lights showed his hand wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. Your gaze was fixated on the engorged head of his member, a vibrant hue of crimson, as a drop of precum bubbled on top. You could feel yourself throbbing as you feasted on the photo. Waves of pleasure surged through your core, causing your body to pulse with an insatiable hunger.

You: merde kyky ta pas le droit de m’envoyer sa quand tu c ke jpeux rien   faire (shit kyky you can’t just send me this when you know i cant do anything about it)

Kylian: enjoy bb 😘

You: ??

You looked at his message confused, not really sure what he meant. A few minutes later, he sends you a video that ignited a blush so intense it flushed the very roots of your hair.

In the video, he moved with tantalizing slowness, his strong, veiny arms caressing his length with deliberate, seductive strokes. Each movement of his arm drove your senses ablaze. The air around you thickened with the sound of his sinful moans, weaving a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down your spine.

Your eyes were fixated on the mesmerizing sight, unable to tear themselves away from the erotic scene playing on your small screen. Your breath hitched as he swiped a bead of precum, his fingers glistening with the essence of his desire. 

It was when a primal groan escaped his soft, pink lips with the sound of your name on the tip of his tongue that sent a blast of ecstasy through your body, electrifying every nerve ending with longing.

Unable to contain the building heat within you, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, seeking relief from the persistent throbbing that radiated from your slick core. 

The video was two minutes long, and you were burning up so fast. As you continued to watch the captivating video, your senses became heightened, every nuance and detail etching itself into your memory. The sheer eroticism of the scene, the raw sensuality exuding from his every movement, unleashed a whirlwind of desire within you.

With every gasp and moan that escaped his lips, you felt the reverberations deep within your core. His sinful utterance of your name was like a symphony of passion, intertwining with the symphony of your racing heart. 

As his fingers swept across his velvety skin, spreading the intoxicating precum, the ache between your thighs intensified. The throbbing in your core demanded attention, aching for release. The tension built, and with every second, you grew closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

It was almost a bittersweet torment, because as much as the video set aflame your desire for him, it also intensified the ache of longing for his physical presence. With a final, lingering stroke, the video came to an end, leaving you breathless and craving more. 

You: t vrm cruel kyky (you’re so cruel kyky)

Kylian: 😘😘 mmmhhh jte vois samedi? (mmmhhh see you saturday?)

You: non, viens mtn 🥺  (no, come now)

You: jte veux trop (i need you too much)

Kylian: hahah, tu c ke jpp princesse (hahah you know i can't princess)

Kylian: mais jvai marquer un but pour toi bb (but i’ll score a goal for you bb)

You: t mieux ❤️ 🙄 (you better)

You: jtm booboo ❤️ (ily booboo)

Kylian: jtm fort mon coeur ❤️ (ily so much my heart)

You: tu veux que je t’amène qq chose bb? Je c ke tu vas rester à l'hôtel avant le match au stade (do you want me to bring you something bb? I know you’re staying at a hotel before game at the stadium?)

Kylian: ouii, t seins 🤤 (yess, your boobs)

You: ugh bye 🙄

Your playful exasperation was evident as you bid farewell to the teasing suggestion. The exchange left a lingering sense of anticipation and passion in the air, as you both were eagerly waiting to see each other again. The thought of being in his arms, of holding him and kissing him, made you long for him so bad. Looking at the time, you quickly packed your stuff and rushed home, excited to be with him.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

"English isn't my first language"

Also them

[lfcslut]

trust

pairing: kylian mbappe x reader

summary: it's 2am. kylian is calling and calling but you aren't picking up. he lets his anxiety get the better of him. based on this request.

words: 1.6k

warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol

author's note: this was so fun to write! i love writing kylian so much. hope you all enjoy :)

"Mon amour, where are you? Call me back. I'm worried."

This was perhaps the twelfth voicemail Kylian had left you that night. It was well past 2AM. You had gone out to celebrate the end of finals with some of your friends. Kylian had encouraged you to go, knowing how hard you had worked this semester. He knew and loved all of your friends from school, and there had never been any reason for him to not trust you. You had told Kylian that you would be home by midnight and to not wait up for you. Well, midnight had turned into 1AM, which had turned into 2AM, and you were nowhere to be found. You weren't answering his text messages and your calls were going straight to voicemail.

"Dammit," Kylian muttered to himself when his thirteenth call went to voicemail. He told himself not to panic. Your phone was always dying while you were out, no matter how many times Kylian told you to make sure it was fully charged before leaving the house. Yet, as the minutes ticked on, and Kylian lay wide awake in bed, unable to fall asleep without you next to him, the what ifs and worst case scenarios crept into his mind. What if you had gotten into an accident on your way home? What if you had been kidnapped by a stranger at the club? What if you had taken this opportunity to leave him for someone else? Kylian was not typically the anxious type, but he felt his muscles tense up and his heart start to beat faster as his mind ran through all of the possibilities.

Punctuality had never been your strong suit, he thought to himself. Soon after the two of you started dating, he learned that if you told him you would be there at a certain time, you actually meant that you would be there about thirty minutes after that. He had affectionally started teasing that you had your own standard time. You were always in your own timezone, in your own world, playing by your own rules.

Tonight was different, though. Even on your worst days, you had never been more than two hours late without at least a phone call. He thought about going out and looking for you, but he realized that you hadn't even told him which club you were going to. He could drive around Paris, scouring the streets for you, calling out your name like you were a lost pet - maybe even putting up missing signs (Have you seen this girl? Report all sightings by calling this number. Do not run after her - she doesn't like to be chased. Trust me, I would know) - but he knew it would be useless. Kylian finally sat up in bed and decided to call some of your friends who he knew you had gone out with. No answer. The lump in his throat grew ten times bigger. What if you weren't where you said you would be? This thought had never, ever crossed his mind before. Trust was such an important part of your relationship that it had never come into question in the four years you had been together. He never had any reason not to fully trust you, and he knew you felt the same about him. But in the wee hours of the morning, the insecurities Kylian never knew he had came crawling out into the open.

3:43. That was the time on the bedside clock when Kylian heard the security system go off downstairs. He heard you fumble as you struggled to remember the code to turn the alarm off. His exhaustion had finally gotten the best of him and he had dozed off a few minutes ago. He heard the stair boards creak as someone walked up the stairs. Was it finally you?

"Kyky!"

He knew instantly that you were drunk. Your words were slurred and you were stumbling around in the dark, barely able to keep your own body upright. Kylian hurriedly stood up, worried that you would fall, and helped you to your side of the bed. As soon as you sat down, you wrapped your arms around him.

"Baaaaby, I missed you 'smuch," you said, as you placed sloppy kisses all over him. Your breath smelling of vodka and cigarettes.

"Y/N, stop," Kylian said, pulling away from you. You looked up at him, surprised by his sudden coldness. "Where were you? I've been calling you like crazy."

"'m sorry, my phone died."

Kylian stood up from the bed and started pacing the bedroom, arms folded across his chest. His eyes were tracking the floor.

"I even called your friends and no one answered! Do you know how fucking worried I was?"

The harshness in his tone made you sober up quickly. "Ky, I'm so sorry, we were all drunk out of our minds."

"You said you would be back by midnight, it's almost fucking four am!" He raised his voice at you, which made you flinch.

"I said I was sorry!"

"Who were you with? You smell like cigarettes and I know you don't smoke." Kylian was standing dead in his tracks now. You didn't recognize the look in his eyes - a mixture of sheer exhaustion and absolute rage.

"People around me in the club were smoking."

"Bullshit. Who is he?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to what he was talking about. "What?"

"I said, who is he? What's his name?"

"Ky, you're being insane right now."

"I never thought you would hurt me like this, Y/N. I thought we were going to get married, I thought it was going to be us until the end."

"Ky, stop it! Do you really think I would cheat on you?"

"I don't know, where were you? Why are you four hours late and drunk out of your mind?"

You stared at him for a minute. You couldn't believe he was being serious right now. Yes, you were late and probably should have called, but you didn't think that your actions had warranted this kind of a response. You hesitated, half wondering if you should just leave and spend the night with a friend, before finally taking out your phone and plugging it into the charger.

"What are you doing?"

You didn't answer for a moment, sitting down on the bed and facing away from him. You couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. "Showing you proof," you said quietly. "Something I never thought I would have to do."

The two of you sat in silence, backs facing away from each other, for a moment while your phone began to start up again. After a minute, you pulled up your camera roll and tossed your phone towards Kylian, not even bothering to look at him. Kylian picked up the phone and began scrolling through all of the countless photos that you and your friends had taken that night. There were videos of you taking shots, photos of you posing in the bathroom with your girlfriends, clips of all of you dancing together, not a single man in sight.

"Oh," was all Kylian could say as he stared down at the phone, shame swelling up inside of him as he realized just how wrong he was.

"Happy now?"

"Cherie, I'm sorry."

"Forget it. I thought we were never going to do this, Kylian. I thought that no matter what happened, we were going to at the very least always trust each other." You stood up, almost completely sober by this point. "Now we don't even have that." You walked towards the bathroom, taking off your dress as you did so. Kylian followed behind you.

"I'm so, so sorry. I never should have said those things. I was just so worried."

"Yeah, and I know I should have called, but that doesn't give you the right to accuse me of cheating." You were standing in front of the mirror in your underwear while Kylian was behind you. You refused to look at him, instead searching around for your makeup wipes, hoping that Kylian wouldn't notice the wetness that had begun to form in your eyes.

"Please," Kylian pleaded, his voice cracking softly as he came up behind you and put his arms around your waist. "Forgive me, amour. I don't know what got into me. It'll never happen again."

To your surprise, you didn't push him away, though you continued to refuse to meet eyes, focusing instead on removing your makeup. "I would never in a million years accuse you of cheating on me."

"I know, baby, I know." Kylian kissed you on the cheek from behind. He wiped away the single tear that was falling from your eye. "No crying, princesse, please."

The two of you stood there for a few moments as Kylian rested his head on your shoulder, arms still wrapped around your waist, and you continued to remove your makeup. Your silence conveyed more than you could say in that moment - mostly, it said, I accept your apology.

After you had brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas, Kylian helped you into bed and tucked you in like he normally did every night, planting a kiss on both of your cheeks. He then got into bed himself and took you into his arms. "I love you so much, princesse."

"I love you too, Ky," you whispered back to him.

"Sweet dreams, amour."

[graneymar]

Could you write neymar x reader

When neymar gets drunk and doesn't recognise reader so when she comes up to him to go home he backs up and shows his wedding ring while laudly saying "I'm a married man, HAPPILY MARRIED to a beautiful woman" and his teammates just laughing with reader 🌹🌹

#7. NEYMAR: DRUNK IN LOVE

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Neymar was celebrating his birthday in one of his favorite clubs in Paris. Since we got married, he barely went to parties, so the alcohol got to his head very fast.

"Y/N, do you know where Ney is? We wanted to say bye before leaving", Kylian said, Achraf beside him looking for Neymar. My eyes wandered through the club, but my husband was nowhere to be found. "I have no idea, Kyks, sorry", I shrugged, "But feel free to go. He'll probably doesn’t even notice." Achraf laughed, "Good luck taking his drunk ass home." We hugged and I watched them get out of the club. "No but seriously, where are Leo and Neymar? I haven’t seen them in about an hour", Antonella yawned. It was about 3am, some of his mates were already leaving or at least planning to - our husbands simply disappeared. "I'll go and look for them", I sighed. Marco and Sergio didn’t want me to walk through the crowded club alone, so they followed me around. I went upstairs as I remembered there was another dance floor aswell. This one was way more empty, probably because there was music you wouldn’t really party to. So even though it was quite dark in there, I immediately saw Neymar and Leo at the dance floor. The song 'Lambada' started playing and Neymar shouted, "Oh meu Deus!" He jokingly started swinging his hips to the rhythm, but to my surprise, he did pretty good, even in this state. Leo was laughing at Ney, but attempted to repeat his moves. Both of them were holding a bottle of champagne, taking some sips every now and then. Antonella, Marco, Sergio and me were observing them for a quite a while, until I realized his other mates found their way to us too. Marquinhos immediately recognised the song and ran up to Ney and Leo, joining their dance session.

We had a good laugh watching them, but I came to the decision that it was time to leave, especially when Antonella kept on yawning. I tapped on Neymars shoulder as he turned his back to me. He ignored my action and continued dancing. "Ney", I shouted out. Didn't he hear me or didn't he want to hear me? I softly dragged him back by his shoulder. "Come, let’s go home", I whispered into his hear. His eyebrows furrowed and he removed my hand from his shoulder. "Thank you, but no. I‘m a married man", he started as he put his hand up, shoving his wedding ring right into my face, "Happily married to the most beautiful woman. She’s the only one I'll go home to. Thanks for the offer though." I was absolutely perplexed. Was he so drunk he didn’t even recognise me? Walking back to Antonella and the rest of his mates, all of them were laughing. "At least you know he’s trustworthy", Sergio said and shrugged chuckling. "Yeah, I guess", I mumbled, unable to hold back a giggle.

The song ended and some lights were turned on. Marquinhos pointed at us standing in the corner. Neymars eyes sparkled up the moment he saw me. "Oh meu amor", Ney began as he finally made his way to us and hugged me, "You won't believe what happened!" I raised a brow at him, wanting him to continue. "Some bitch just came up to me while I was dancing. She tapped my shoulder but I ignored it, really. Then…", his eyes widened, his hand gestures getting wild, "Then she fucking pulled me back to herself and said, hey, let’s go home!" He was shocked, "Can you believe that?" I bit my lip, trying not to burst out into laughter, "And what did you say?" Neymar smiled, proud of himself.

"I help up my hand and went like no, thank you, I am happily married and my wife is the most beautiful." I nodded and grinned at the attitude he was telling his story with. "Actually, I wanted to tell her to run. I knew if you saw her trying to flirt with me, she'd lose her fucking head." I took his hand and dragged him out of the club. Luckily, the club wasn’t far from our home, so I decided we would just walk. "This bitch", Neymar mumbled looking around, "I'll tell you when I see her. Why would she even do that? Everyone knows I am married." I smiled as I stopped my walk and stood right in front of him. "Babe, that bitch was me. You can calm down now", I admit, placing a short kiss onto his lips. Neymar was visibly confused. "It was really you?"

"Mhm", I nodded. Neymar quietly laughed at himself. "Well, at least you know how smitten with you I am", he grinned and kissed my cheek. "Yeah, that’s exactly was Sergio said too."

[blossom-works]

Girlfriend Shenanigans

Request: Kylian getting hypnotized by his girlfriend

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One thing the world does not know is that Kylian Mbappe likes to pull pranks. He does not participate in the pranks that demean or ostracize people. Kylian likes the harmless "fall on your ass" pranks that everyone, including the pranked, gets a kick out of. Out of the entire pool, Kylian's favorite victim is you. He loves to pop out of corners to scare you. There was one time Kylian put a crap tone of salt in a ladle and "tasted" the soup you were making. He told you how salty the broth is and even made you try it. Kylian just stood back and watched you "fix" the meal which led to you over-seasoning the batch of soup. Jokes on Kylian because you made him finish the entire pot in a week's time.

Pulling these jokes is one of Kylian's ways to decompress so you put up with it. It is not like he pranks you on a daily basis, maybe weekly or bi-weekly. Plus, his pranks are harmless. You overreacting to them would just put the both of you in a sour mood. So, being the good girlfriend you are, you play along. It is not like you do not pull your own pranks. You rarely do them which adds to the element of surprise. You have to be careful though or else you will set off a prank war. God knows how that will turn out.

You saw a video on your social media about a girl "hypnotizing" her boyfriend to stop a habit of his. The girl looked surprised that it worked and even did a week check-in, but you strongly believe it is all for the views. But it could not hurt to try. It might be fun in fact. Stupid but fun and who does not like stupid but fun?

"You want to what? Hypnotize me?" Kylian must have misunderstood or else he would have to get his ears checked out. Where the hell did you even get this idea from?

"Tik-Tok."

Kylian rolls his eyes at your response. Of course, it would be the cursed social media app. He only really uses social media to promote his sponsorships, games, or himself. Other than those, Kylian rarely uses social media. He asks you if you really want to try it out, and you vehemently nod your head. Sighing to himself, Kylian gives you permission to "hypnotize" him.

You scramble around the place as you try to find everything you need. You squeal as you sit back on the couch with your supplies in clutch. Following the girl in the video, you try your best to hypnotize your boyfriend to stop pulling his pranks or at least minimize them.

"Three. Two. One." You snap your fingers, making Kylian open his brown eyes. He looks at you in what seems to be confusion before smirking and pinning you down on the couch's cushions. His digits start digging and dancing on your sides without hesitation.

"Tu pensais vraiment que cette merde fonctionnerait ?" Kylian continues to ruthlessly tickle you with no mercy. You try your best to squirm away and fight him off but it is no use. Kylian has you straddled and he is heavier than you. Did you really think this shit would work?

When Kylian lets you go he starts to regret his decision. If he had played along, then he could really have pranked you when you thought it was over. Damn...Kylian really let the ultimate prank go to waste.

[footballfanficwriter]

Absent

Summary:where Kylian promises his son to be there for his match but doesn't show

Maman ou est papa" ( Mom where is Dad?")

"Je ne sais pas, ma chérie" ( I don't know my darling))

Kylian was supposed to be here by now, Théo is playing today after being on the bench because of an injury, Kylian promised he would be there but I don't think he will

I try calling him for the 5th time today and it goes straight to voicemail

I sigh and look at my son whose putting his cleats on

"Is he coming?"

"I don't think so Théo"

He looks at me with a sad look that I instantly want to remove from his face

He hugs me tightly and I hug him back, I then pull away and look at him, then wipe away the tears that have escaped his eyes

"Je suis la, amour" ( I'm here, love)

"Ok Maman, je t'aime beaucoup" ( ok mom, I love you so much)

"Je t'aime beaucoup aussi Théo" (I love you so much as well Théo)

"I don't want to go"

"C'mon, you'll do great"

"But he's not here"

"Yeah, but I am, do it for me, can you play for me today Théo?"

"Ok, I'll play for you mom"

"Merci, ok now go"

He hands me his bag and waves at me, I wave back at him and give him a smile

I make my way to the stands and watch Théo, I pick my phone up and try to call Kylian again, maybe he can make it just in time before the second half, but it's no use it goes straight to voicemail again

The match starts and I put my phone away giving up on calling Kylian, I just want to focus on my son's match

The first half goes on and I see Théo look my way, then the empty seat next to me

He looks sad, angry and frustrated

The ref blows the whistle indicating that the second half has begun

Théo, sprints to the opponent and manages to get the ball

He passes it to one of his teammates then his teammate passes back to him, he dribbles past the defender and shoots the ball, then scores

He celebrates and points to me,blows a kiss towards me then makes a heart

I stand up and clap for him and he mouths "I love you mom"

I mouth back to him, "I love you too Théo"

By the 90th minute Théo's team has won 5-0 and Théo has scored 3 goals and assisted in the other 2

After the match he walks up to me and I hand him his water bottle

"Good job honey I'm so proud of you"

"Thanks mom"

I pick him up and he lays his head on my shoulder

"Can we please go home now"

"Ok, let's go"

I walk to the car and put him in the back seat, we then drive home in silence, and I'm occasionally glancing back to see him with a sad look on his face

"Théo"

"Maman?"

"Are you hungry?"

"No, I just wanna go home"

"Do you want to play FC24, when we get home?"

"No, I'm just tired, I think I'm going to sleep"

I give him a look that says really

"After I take a bath"

"Don't you want to spend some time with me, we can watch cars, or monsters inc., any movie you want to watch"

"Yeah, maybe after my nap"

"Ok, hey you know I was thinking maybe we can make cookies, do you want to help?"

"Not today mom, I don't think I'm in the mood"

"Ok, do you want me to help you with your bath?"

"No, I'm a big boy, I can do it myself"

"Ok"

The rest of the car ride is silent until we get home

Théo, gets out of the car and walks into the house while dragging his bag with him

I sigh and walk into the house and find his cleats and shoes placed neatly in the little shoe cupboard, usually I have to tell him to it, but today seems different

I go to the kitchen and get started on dinner

"Maman"

"Mhm?"

"Can you please help me"

I turn around, and see Théo struggling to take his shirt off

I slightly chuckle and walk towards him to help him

"What happened to the big boy?"

"He needs his mom's help"

"Clearly"

I help him take his shirt off then carry him to the bathroom, then open the taps making sure that the water is the right temperature for him, I then add his favorite bubble bath into the water, and he gets in

He puts some bubbles on his hair and starts playing with his bath toys

"What type of big boy plays with toys in the bath?"

"Ok fine, I'm still a small boy"

I chuckle and start bathing him, afterwards I wrap him up in a towel then carry him to his room and place him on the bed, and start taking out some clothes

He moisturizes himself then put on the clothes that I laid out for him

"Do you still want to take your nap"

He nods his head in a tired way and climbs onto his bed, grabs a thrower and lays his head on the pillow, I kiss his forehead and he smiles saying

"Thank you mommy"

"You're welcome Théo"

I walk out of his room and go back to the kitchen to continue making dinner

After 2 hours I hear the front door open, he's here

He walks into the kitchen and looks at me but I ignore his gaze

"Ça va, amour"

"Amour"

"Ma chérie"

He walks closer to me but i move away

"Lassie Moi" I say (leave me alone)

"C'est quoi le problème?" He asks ( what's the matter?)

"Ah bon, t'es sérieuse, Kylian" I ask ( really, are you serious Kylian?)

"C'est quoi c'est pas" ( what happened?")

"C'est ton fils, il est triste" I say ( it's your son, he's sad)

"Mais pourquoi" he asks (but why?)

"Pasque il son père" (because of his dad)

"Moi?" (Me?)

"Oui, toi" ( yes you)

"What did I do now?"

"So you didn't know that your son was playing today, after he told you two weeks ago and kept reminding you so you wouldn't forget"

He looks at me with shock, like I've just told him the most suprising news

"Mon Dieu, Kylian he even told you this morning before he went to school"

"He's match was today?"

I let out a frustrated sigh

"Where were you even, huh, and why was you phone going to voicemail everytime I tried calling you?"

"I was with Archaf, and I lost track of time"

"You lost track of time doing what?"

He's quiet

"What were you doing Kylian?"

"I was busy"

"You know what I don't even want to know, just get away from me"

"Where is Théo anyway"

"He's sleeping, he took a bath and went straight to bed"

I hear him sigh behind me

"I'm sorry"

"You're apologizing to the wrong person"

"Then I'll go and apologize to Théo"

"No he's asleep, don't wake him up"

"So what must I do then?"

"I don't care, just don't bother the child"

He goes upstairs and goes to our shared room, I the hear the shower taps, indicating that he's taking a shower

30 minutes later, I'm done making dinner and it seems Kylian is done taking his shower and he walks downstairs

I dish up 3 plates of food then go to the table and place them there

I then go upstairs to wake Théo up

"Théo"

"Amour"

He opens his eyes and looks at me

"Maman?"

"Ouies, c'est Moi amour, est que faim" (yeah it's me love, are you hungry?"

"Oui je faim" (yes, I'm hungry)

"On y va"(let's go)

I pick him up and we go downstairs,when we get to the dining table we find Kylian already there waiting for us, I place Théo in the seat next to me, where there's a plate of food

We eat dinner in silence until Kylian breaks it

"Théo"

"Papa"

"Je suis très désolé, mon fils"

"C'est bien papa"

"Ah bon?"

He nods his head

"But why were you not there, how come you didn't come to my match?" Théo asks with his voice slightly breaking

Kylian looks at me and I look at Théo

"I was busy" Kylian says

"With what"

"Théo, arrête ici c'est pas ton problème" (Théo, stop, this is not your problem"

"Ouies mais c'est mon problème" I say (yeah but it's my problem)

"Je travaillerai" he says ( I was working)

"Avec quoi?( with what?)

"Rien" ( nothing)

"T'es sérieuse, t'es fou ou quoi, t'es travaille avec rien?" (are you serious, are you mad or what, you were working with nothing?)

"Oui" he says (yes)

"You must think I'm an idiot"

"But I was working"

"Papa, s'il te plaît" Théo says (dad please)

"Théo, this is non of your business"

"Then why weren't you there?" Théo asks

"I was busy"(Kylian says)

"Théo, arrête je parle avec ton père, go to your room" I say ( Théo, stop, I'm talking to your dad)

He gets out of his seat and walks upstairs

"Are you serious, are you not going to tell me what you were so busy with that you had to miss your son's first match, after the injury he had?"

"All you need to know is that I was busy"

"Are you cheating on me?"

"What, no"

"Then what were you so busy with"

"Nothing"

"Fine, since you don't want to tell me, I'll be sleeping with Théo today" I say standing up from my seat, "you can sleep in the guest room or on the sofa, also do the dishes before you go to bed"

I walk upstairs and go to Théo's room

"C'mon, let's go" I say

"Where are we going?"

"To my room"

"Why?"

"You're sleeping with me"

"Can we watch movies and stay up all night"

"Yeah, we can"

"Can we start with Marvel movies"

"I was thinking the same thing"

We go back downstairs and pick out some snacks for the movie

"Not so many sweets Théo"

"Ok"

After picking some snacks and deciding what movies to watch, we go back upstairs to my room and put the movie on the TV

I tuck Théo into the bed and his tiny head sticks out from under the covers

"Maman?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Daddy going to leave us forever?"

"No, my love, he's not, me and your father are just having a bit of a disagreement"

"What's that?"

"It's when two people don't see eye to eye on something, but in the end they always work it out"

"You promise?"

"I promise Amour, now stop worrying about that and let's focus on the movie,ok?"

"Ok"

The rest of the night is spent watching movies till the early hours of the morning

Théo eventually falls asleep, cuddled up to me like I'm a teddy bear

I switch the TV off and kiss Théo's forehead and he snuggles into me, I close my eyes and fall asleep