#mbappe angst

[spidybaby]

Not Important

Summary: You get jealous at the new PSG intern and how much she's trying to get the attention of your boyfriend but he makes sure you know he's all yours. warning: slight cursing.

"Can you turn your phone off, please?" You asked for the third time in a row.

His phone has been blowing up with notifications since early. It's kind of tiring at this point for you. He was getting ready for his day, having a long training day before an important match.

"Let me just finish this," he says as he continues spreading the sunblock into his face.

Just when you were going to drift back into sleep, you heard another notification sound that took you out of your peace. Annoyed and angry at the sound, you decide to wake up and take matter into your own hands.

"Who's even texting you this early?" You ask as you lift yourself from the bed you reach over his side of the bed looking for the device. "Is Genevieve" You say to him.

"What?" is all he can ask as he exits the bathroom, ready to start his day.

You show the phone for him to see the text himself. Taking the phone from your hands and reading all his texts from Genevieve.

She's a new intern at PSG, Kylian told you that the same day he asked you to pick him up for training, introducing you to her. She was a nineteen year old who's in charge of helping the captain get things together, and since Kylian was the captain, while Marquinhos is recovering from an injury, she was the one helping him.

"She's saying Galtier wants to see me before training," he says while texting something back to her.

"And can't she wait for you to get there?" You walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth and start your morning routine since you already lost the little sleepiness in you.

You can hear Kylian laughing at your annoyed self. Knowing very well you're not the best morning person.

Finishing with your small routine of brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walk out ready to greet your boyfriend.

Hugging him from behind and kissing his neck is a little way to say "Don't go yet" hugging him tighter and kissing his shoulders was an invitation for him to stay and help you get a better morning start.

Turning around to face you and grabbing your face into his hands is a way for Kylian to let you know he's ready to accept that invitation, knowing very well he has enough time for it.

He kisses you while his hands get down from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you into him while he walks you to the bed.

Falling into it, he starts kissing your neck and finding that spot he knows it's your weakness. You can help but moan at the sensation, your hands finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. You throw it somewhere on the floor.

He pulls your -his- t-shirt, leaving you only with your underwear. "Tu es magnifique." He kisses the valley of your breasts while his hands touch the rest of you.

You moan his name, which is the only thing you can say. For him hearing your sounds is all the motivation he needs, the pride he feels, knowing he is the only one who can make you feel that way.

Pulling him up, you kiss him in a desperate way, needing to feel him close. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Deepening the kiss, you can feel his hands roaming around your body but not close to where you need him.

Your hands travel from his shoulders to his lower back, and just as you're about to pull down the remaining clothes, you hear his ringtone fill the room.

Scrunching your eyes at the sound, you pull a little but enough. "Don't. Forget about it. " You go back to the kiss feeling Kylian smile into it. The sound stops, and you can fully concentrate again into the way he's making you feel.

His hands find your underwear and lifting himself he looks at you for confirmation, action that you can't seem to get used to. Not even after all the time you two have been together, he stops asking for confirmation, always making sure you're comfortable.

You nod at him, putting your weight into your elbows to get a better view of him doing that, his hands pulling the piece of clothe that's working as a barrier from his main focus, throwing it around he kiss you again. You move your hands to his boner patting it, making Kylian moan into the kiss.

Again, your actions are interrupted by the sound of his phone, another call.

Grabbing his cheeks as a way for him not to get distracted with the sound of his ringtone. Kylian choke a chuckle. Your desperation to continue is adorable to him.

"Ky, non," you say as he stretches himself to get the phone. Turning your head to see the id caller, you see her name, "This has to be a joke." You try to reach for his phone, but he is quicker than you.

He shush you as he answers the call "Bonjour Genvieve." You can't hear what she's saying to him. Wanting to return to your activity "Tu as trois secondes pour raccrocher ce téléphone." (You have three seconds to hang up the phone), you whisper to him.

Kylian kisses you quickly as he continues the call. "Oui, ne t'en fais pas, je vais y être." (Yes, don't worry, I'll be there) he says and hangs up the phone.

"I'm sorry, chérie, but I have to go. " He lifts himself, and you whine at the loss of contact.

"C'est définitivement un bon matin." (This is definitely a good moring) you sarcasticly say as you search for the t-shirt you had on before. "Why can't she wait till you're there to bother you?" Pouting mad at the situation.

"She's just doing her job, chérie" he's trying to fix the situation on his pants. You put your underwear back and find his shirt. "Here," you say as you hand him the garment without looking at him.

"Chérie, don't be mad. Galtier is the one bothering her about me getting there early. " You can't help but roll your eyes at his explanation.

He finish putting himself together again and pull you closer in a hug "I promise I'll make it up to you as soon as I get back" he kiss your cheeks and hug you tightly "Je t'aime, mon amour".

You smile at him, knowing is not his fault. "Je t'aime, Ky." Kissing him was a way for him to know you're not mad at him. "Now go, because if I heard your phone go off again, I'll break it." You push him to the door after another kiss.

The day goes quickly to an end as you find yourself occupied doing some work. As you review your coworker job, you hear your phone. Taking a look at it, you notice Kylian calling you.

"Hi amour," you say happily as you answer the call.

"Oh, hi y/n." You stop reading the paper and turn your full attention at the phone. "Who is this?" You ask frowning.

"amm. It's Genevieve. " You stare for a while at the phone, not believing what you just hear. "Hello? are you there?" she asks as you stay silent for a while.

"Yes, is everything okay with Kylian?" you get worried "Yes, he ask me to call you and ask you to pick him up, please" she says in a monotone voice "Okay, I'll be there" hanging up the phone after that few words, you didn't meant to be rude to her but you can't also denied you're a little taken aback that Kylian asked her to call you.

Grabbing your stuff and keys, you exit your home. The drive was quick as you didn't live that far from there.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up Kylian" you show the guard your all access pass, a little something Kylian left in your car - and every single one of his own cars - for you to be able to access the practice field.

The guard opens the gate for you, and you thank him with a smile.

Practice wasn't over for another twenty minutes, you decide to see the last minutes of practice. Grabbing your phone, you got out of your car and walked inside the center.

You find your way into the field and sit yourself in one of the benches.

Kylian spots you and waves at you smiling, and you do the same to him.

The time goes quickly as you watch the team finish the training match.

Kylian is walking in your direction when somebody intercepts him, grabbing him by the arm. Thinking is one of the boys you make your way over to him.

Finding out little miss Genevieve with a bunch of paperwork, making him sign something. She's caressing his shoulders while he signs the pile of paper.

You're not a jealous person.

But seeing her touching him the way she did and him not saying anything move something in you. However, you didn't say anything, not wanting to create a scene.

You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, shaking you a little bit.

"Hey, kiddo," Sergio says as he turns you around and gives you a hug. "It's been a while," he laughs as he gets away from you.

"Hi dad," you joke with him. Ramos and you had this inside joke where he once said you were his kid, as a way to get you inside a club, you were barely staring a relationship with Kylian, and the security at the club didn't believe you when you told them you where there with the PSG team so Sergio, a little drunk, got sent to help you, saying that making the security roll their eyes, knowing damn well that Sergio Ramos didn't have a teenage child, let alone a daughter. But that actually got you in and know it was an inside joke between the two of you. "How is mom?" Pilar and you had an amazing relationship. She was super nice with you, and you love her a lot.

"She's doing great, missing you, the kids too"

"we need to plan a dinner together"

Sergio turns his attention to Kylian, who was still signing whatever thing the intern girl handed him. He could ignore the way this girl had his hands on him, the same way you noticed that as soon as you got close to him.

"Hey blondie," he says, getting Genevieve attention. "Grab me a water, please," you smile at Sergio's action, knowing he's doing that to help you. "Kylian, hurry up"

Genevieve let go of Kylian and nodded at Sergio, making her way inside the center to get what he asked for.

Kylian finishes with the papers and turns to both Sergio and you smiling.

"Amour," he says, getting close to you and kissing you. "Let's go"

The three of you exit the field, and Kylian asked you to wait for him to get his things, not wanting to spend anymore time away from you.

"Hey, where is Ramos?" Your attention goes to the blonde carrying two bottles of water. You only shrug and turn your attention back to your phone. She groans and turns around, leaving you alone.

After a few minutes Kylian exit the locker room "let's go home, amour" he says looking at you with his hand out for you to take "and don't worry, my phone will be turn off for the rest of the day" he's all smiles today you thought as you grab his hand ready to go home, knowing he'll keep his promise and make up to you for this morning.

You're running into your apartment building, already late for the date you and Kylian have been planning for a while. Texting Kylian that you'll be with him as soon as possible. Already desperate with the elevator. You walk outside to focus on your phone to care when a body colapse into yours, making the person throw the papers they are holding.

"Oh, mon Dieu. Je suis navrée" (Oh my God, I'm sorry) you say as you help collecting the papers from the floor. You're about to apologize until you look up, noticing Genevieve collecting everything. "What are you doing here?" You ask, apology long gone now.

"Don't worry, I'm fine" she sarcastically say "Kylian ask me to pick some papers from his house" the tone she's using, the way she's remarking that's "his house", the attitude and the expression on her face is making you want to punch her. "You were at my house?" You ask quickly."How the hell you got in?" The tone of your voice matches hers.

She shows you a spare key you and Kylian keep in case of emergency at the reception desk. Without hesitation, you take the key from her, too quick for her to try to stop you.

You get up and walk to your house, not caring about the remaining papers on your hand. You enter your house using the key you took from her. Throwing it next to all the other keys you have.

As you got into your shared room, you abruptly stop, the smell of her perfume catching being too obvious for you to ignore it. She got into your room and sprayed her perfume. Was she crazy? you wonder what else she did while she was there, making a mental note to check the cameras.

Not wanting to ruin the whole plan you and Kylian had, you run into the bathroom trying to be quick and not let your boyfriend wait for that long.

Thankfully, you were quick and Kylian only waited a few minutes, which he said, wasn´t that bad. The night went on amazingly, you guys were able to relax from all the crazy week you had.

"I miss your mom" you say as he finish talking about something his mom told him "we should go visit" he says drinking his wine "let's go tomorrow, I have all day cleared and you don't" your planning is interrupted by his phone.

"Sorry, Chèrie" he said as he declined the call and turned the volume of his phone down. "You were saying," he smiled at you, the action making you feel butterflies. The both of you really prioritize the little time you get as Kylian has a stretch agenda during league season.

"Let's go tomorrow," you say, taking his hands on yours "please" you say, making puppy eyes. Kylian laughs slightly at your begging, loving the relationship you and his family have.

"Yes, I'm texting Ethan to let him know about our plans." He closed the distance between the two of you. But the kiss is not long, feeling his phone vibrate on the table, you pull and grab it, not caring and him letting you doing it, about to press decline when you check the name Genevieve. You feel the same feeling you had at the training center, jealousy.

You answer the phone without even thinking twice. "Kyky, baby, finally, I need to tell you something that happened with the pap." You didn't even let her finish, baby? what the hell? "Kylian is not available, not now, not later and not tomorrow, but I can pass him the message" you try to sound normal, Kylian watching you smiling, thinking you where talking to a friend of his, you can help but feeling uncomfortable but not wanting him to know.

"Oh it's you, put Kylian on the phone" you try to not show you discomfort as you laugh pretending she say something funny "you´re so funny, so cute, I'll make sure he knows, also he's not going to be available for the rest of the night and even the weekend, goodbye" you hang up and quickly activate the "do not disturb" mode on his phone.

"Who was it?" he asked happy, not thinking anything bad "Genevieve, such a funny girl, she mentioned she was not going to be available and wanted you to know that so you don't think she's lost or something" the fake tone of your voice is undetected by him. Smiling as you returned the phone to him.

"So about tomorrow," you say, ignoring, again, the situation for the sake of the night.

Kylan and you were cuddling while watching something on tv. Well, he was watching the game while you were fighting the urge to sleep and Kylian caressing your back, and your hair was not help at all.

"allons au lit, amour" (let's go to bed) he say after turning the tv off "but is early, and we need to eat before bed" you say while rubbing your eyes.

Kylian kiss your head, helping you get up and making your way to the kitchen. "I don't want to cook" you say, hugging him. He laughs at your state. "Want some takeout?" he pulls his phone out of his pocket as he opens the delivery app "what you're feeling?" checking the app with him, you both choose a burger from a well-known restaurant and a salad to share.

While you wait, Kylian is telling you about his day, everything he did at training, about him meeting a fan. The happiness he has while talking about it makes you happy. Your talk is paused by Wilfrid, his father, calling him to know how he's doing. He walks to the shared room to find his charger. You wait for the food downstairs.

You were making some lemonade and watching a tik tok your friend send you about the drama going on with celebrities, the sound of the doorbell distracting you from your video. You were surprised at how quickly the food was delivered. When you opened the door, the last person you thought you would see was there.

The blonde girl was looking at you with an annoyed expression. The feeling was mutual, of course. "Genevieve, what?" You say not caring to be respectful enough to greet her. "What are you doing at Kylian's house?" The question itself was disrespectful, but the way she pushed you to enter was worse.

"Can you call him, I have something for him." she stood there at the entrance with a box, and you have been patient with her. But this took you out. You were mad.

"Get out," you say, pointing at the corridor. "Now Genevieve, go!" You didn't want to scream at her, even if she deserved that. "I'm not leaving, I said go get Kylian, I need to give him this." she says and points at the box she's holding with one hand.

Your patience ran out, but you only took the box from her hands, put it on the little table by the door. Genevieve looked at you confused and definitely didn't expect you to grab her by the arms and pull her outside. "Listen kid" you say once you were out of the door "You need to leave, now" your tone was serious, the look in your eyes making Genevieve rethink her actions "You need to stop bothering me, bothering him, I don't care if it's your job, because I know it's not, your job is from 9 to 5, your job is not to fuck your boss so stay in your fucking line and leave us alone. You can't come into my house and bother me as if I'm the one on your way. You're on my way, so leave now."

You let her go and got inside again, slamming the door on the way. You grab the box and took it with you to the kitchen, helping you with scissors to open it you notice the cake inside, a red, blue and white cake with a heart shape that reads "To the best boss ever". You feel nauseous as that horrible feeling is sitting on your stomach.

"Kylian, come here right now," you yell for him to hear since he was on the second floor. Thinking it was the food, he said goodbye to his father and promised to call him before practice. As he go down the stairs, he find you at the bottom of them with an angry face, thinking it was something with the food.

"What's wrong? did they mess up the order?" he says while looking at his phone. You took the phone out of his hands, and grabbing his hand, you pulled him to the kitchen. This action got him confused, still thinking it was about the food.

"Look at that," you say, pointing at the box with an angry expression. He gets closer and looks at the cake, reading what it says. He finds it a cute gesture, not really finding why you were so mad about it. "Aw c'est mignon" (Aw, that's so cute) digging his finger into the cream on top of the cake and trying it.

Your anger only grows. How can he be so calm with all of this?. "I can't, Kylian," you finally say. "I can't with this girl. She's always all over you, too handsy, too everything, and you do nothing to stop her. I can't do this anymore, if you don't put a stop on this I will and it's not going to be nice" your voice elevates a little while you express you feelings, tired of keeping them.

Kylian looks at you with widen eyes, not sure what he did wrong. "Amour, what are you talking about?" This question makes you laugh, but not a funny laugh like he's used to."Kylian, is this a joke?" You say trying not to explote.

"What? y/n why would I be joking about?" he's more confused now. Were you the one pranking him? "Amour, please explain." he tried to get close to you, but you didn't let him, lifting your hand in a stop signal. "Genevieve, she's all over you, and I don't like it. She's always calling you, and she's very disrespectful to me. " You tried to stay calm, not wanting to explote. Not wanting to fight with him.

The way his eyes open after the last words, "What do you mean she's disrespectful with you?" he's a very calm person, not a fan or arguments "She's always giving me the cold shoulder, she's always looking over me, giving me dirty looks, she's very disrespectful as when you let her pick some papers here, she entered to our room and sprayed her perfume, she also just drop this and asked me to call you as if I'm some random girl and she's the owner of this place, Kylian I don't want to be rude to her but I can't stand her and my patience run out."

Kylian knew Genevieve had a crush on him. It was obvious, but he never thought she was treating you this way, not you.

"Okay," he says and takes his phone, texting Patric, the boss of interns about this behavior. Not wanting to wait. "Okay?" You ask as you don't find that answer enough.

"Chérie, nobody is disrespecting you, and nobody is making you feel this way, so I'm dealing with this right know, let me do it, okay?" he calls Patric, you hear the conversation, he explains the situation, and Patric promises to remove her from the team, not wanting this story to repeat itself with other players of the team.

"Done" he says leaving the phone on the table and taking your hands "look chérie, I'm sorry I didn't notice this before, I thought it was some immature teenage behavior and I regret not talking that with you, you're the most important person in my life. Believe me that she's not important, never was, never will, nobody will. For me it's only you, but now" he pause to grab your face so you look at him "you miss, need to talk to me about this things, we are a team amour, we are one, and if you're not comfortable tell me, don't hide this from me. Deal?"

You kiss him, grateful for him being so smart and calm, making you always feel protected, loved, and important.

"Deal" you say, hugging him tight.

[i-care-4u]

[ ✹ ] KYLIAN MBAPPÉ HEADCANONS

PAIR: KYLIAN MBAPPÉ X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

DATING KYLIAN MBAPPÉ INCLUDES…

you felt like you won at life when you began dating THE kylian mbappé

he would take you anywhere (more like you take him anywhere)

on the first date, mbappé took you to the eiffel tower

you’re his good luck charm

before playing on the field, he would give you a kiss

post-game cuddling

he loves listening to your home language

“can you teach me some words afterwards, mon amour?”

when he’s away from home, he would send you flowers with a sweet little message

despite having a car collection, he doesn’t have a license to drive them

instead, they’re basically yours

“how are you going to have a car collection, yet no driver’s license?”

“i guess you can say they’re for you,” mbappé chuckled.

he is your passenger princess

he puts on his playlist while you’re driving

you two bonded over music before dating

sitting besides him while playing piano together

he knows about the piano more than you do, so he helps you improve your piano skills a little more

sneaker shopping

“which ones should i get?” mbappé showed you two pairs of shoes.

“why not both,” you picked, “you’re going to look handsome in them anyway.”

luxury shopping with mbappé

“you don’t have to spend all that on me.”

“you’ll look good in this dior top, trust me.”

he loves seeing you wear his jerseys

he teaches you some football skills

although you were not the best, you at least had fun with mbappé

his smile is your weakness, he was just so beautiful

his younger brother, ethan, is basically your best friend

ethan loves to tell you embarrassing stories about your boyfriend

although there’s pictures of you two together, your relationship with mbappé is private

if people start bothering you, kylian goes protective mode and defends you

you love him for always sticking out for you

[kiryoutann]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄? ｡ﾟ: ∘◦☾ [KYLIAN MBAPPÉ X FEM! READER]

Warning(s): -

Genre: romance, angst, lawyer! reader.

Word count: 6,1k. Please read it in dark mode.

Blurb:

Just as you intend to move on with life and accept that you have been left behind along with his 'old life', your boss surprises the entire office with tickets to a PSG game, which then brings you back to face your one-sided love, Kylian Mbappé.

Being one of the people from his 'old life' and witnessing opportunities one by one present themselves to bring better things to him, you should be feeling proud.

To watch your best friend go from playing on a small pitch to a bigger one somewhere in a big city, to follow his career development from his previous club until he signed for Paris Saint-Germain, hearing the news that he will be playing for France in the world cup. You remember how wide Kylian's smile was when he told you after suddenly barging into your apartment drenched from the rain. You're happy for him, though you grumble about him dirtying your floor after giving him a hug.

You're proud of him, really. In fact, you could argue that you are among the happiest people because of everything he has achieved throughout his career. However, you should know better that 'opportunity' both opens and closes doors for someone.

While his life is changing into a newer one, the old one is fading behind him. You were unfortunate to be the one whose door was shut, though of course Kylian didn't do it on purpose. It is expected; he will have new prospects, careers, accomplishments, and friends—which means like it or not, some old people have to accept being left behind to make room for new faces.

It started with a more hectic training schedule to the point where he was no longer able to sneak in time to meet you for a game console. Then, it continues with short messages that he replies late or not at all until you send a new one.

It hurts. Of course it hurts, especially when you realize that you don't just miss him as a friend—that you are already in love with him and for sure, he doesn't see you as much more than that. Hell, he hasn't even seen you lately. Every effort you put into getting rid of him is like what he did to you (again, not on purpose, or maybe that's just what you're telling yourself).

However, no matter how much you try to immerse yourself in your studies, he can't seem to leave you alone; always on television or a friend talking to you about how Mbappé once again scored for Paris Saint-Germain in last night's game.

The perks of loving someone who is now famous.

Even so, you still try.

Three months after your graduation, you land a pretty good job. Not only that, the salary is good enough for you to move to a better apartment, with no more traffic jams or heating problems in winter.

One that is too new for you to jog through your memories with Kylian in every corner.

But, of course the heavens always have a way of ruining that.

Passing through the revolving door of your workplace building, you should have simply said "hello" and continued on your way when you find your boss and almost all of your coworkers in your department filling the hallways. They were talking with big smiles on their faces, neither of them looking glum or grumbling about Monday as usual.

That's weird.

One of your coworkers finds you and immediately says, “Oh! Oh! Tell her! (Y/N)! Come here!” She gestured for you to join in.

"What's going on?" You ask curiously.

Your co-workers hush in unison, turning to your boss as if giving him the chance to be the one to break the news for you. From the enthusiasm that fills the atmosphere, you expect that anything is a good thing. A raise, perhaps?

The second he opened his mouth and said it, you regret that you concluded too early.

"We're going to watch today's match!" He said, followed by another cheer.

"Match?" You furrow your brows, glancing at one of your closest co-workers to ask for at least a hint. "What match?"

Your boss rolls his eyes. “Have you been living under a rock all this time? Football match of course!”

Your throat tightens at once. Anxiety hits you like a tsunami, sending a sinking sensation in your stomach. You don't have to ask another question to know which football club match he's referring to, your boss has been pretty vocal about how much he is a PSG fan, particularly Mbappé.

Kylian Mbappé.

Fuck, heaven must really hate you.

You jump when he clasps his hands together in pride. "I've spent my money on the tickets, so everyone's going." Your boss presses on as if he's already guessed your plan to make excuses to stay out.

You have to keep trying.

“It appears that I'll have to pass, with a heavy heart of course,” You started, already earning a glare from him. "I have to prepare materials for tomorrow's trial." Way to go, (Y/N), using your client as an alibi.

"Do you mean Mr. Allaire's trial?" Lea, your closest coworker, asks. You quickly nodded to avoid suspicion. "Didn't you prepare the material last Friday?"

"Yes, but, I think—"

“Mr. Allaire also said that that the trial had been postponed until the day after tomorrow."

Great.

Slowly, you glance at your boss, finding him squinting as he points at you in warning. He was about to turn around and order the others to get back to work, not before he repeated his words about no one not going for tonight's game.

On your way to your desk, you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Relax, (Y/N), you think. He couldn't possibly spot you in a crowd of people. Besides, considering how your friendship ended, if somehow Kylian recognizes you, the nicest thing he might do is just give you a smile.

You are a leftover from his old life, after all.

The erratic air of Paris made you tighten your coat around your body while walking towards Lea's car. You pull on the car door handle, greeted by your co-workers who look even more enthusiastic than they did this morning, contrasting the nervousness you try to cover up all the way to the Parc des Princes.

Arriving at the place, your friends got out of the car in a hurry. Lea has already been jumping around saying she hopes to meet Neymar for a photo. One of your Spanish friends boasted Sergio Ramos on his way to the building. You try to smile at their comments, acting like you haven't just noticed the photo of a certain someone displayed above the words “bienvenue” at the entryway.

A smile engraved without you knowing it. He’s a natural.

You go into the stands area and sit down with your colleagues. Ahead is the green pitch, where the players are still warming up by jogging around and kicking the ball into the air.

Then, your eyes found him.

It wasn't difficult because Kylian stood out from the others. Was it because of the way his legs moved? The way he walks and picks up the ball? He spoke to one of his friends; and when he laughs at whatever's being said, you swear your heart missed a beat. After all these years and him still having that effect on you.

Look the other way, you think to yourself.

Even if it's hard, your head is turned the other way out of fear that he'll notice your gaze. You choose to feign awe at the colors of the stadium you used to frequent. The words “ici ç'est Paris” are put to your lips to mutter.

You turned your head towards the field when you heard the small screams of your friends, thinking something was going on there. But before you could figure out what was going on, you felt pain. The dirty white color of the ball that is now at your feet after hitting your face is still visible through your teary eyes.

“Mon dieu!”

Lea rushed to your side in worry. You tried to ignore how much your nose was hurting and cast a quick glance over the field in search of the idiot who had the audacity to kick it into the spectators. However, when you spotted that running figure, you never realized how badly you wanted disappearing power

“Êtes-vous—are you okay?!”

Kylian's voice switches from French to English, probably thinking you're another foreign fan coming to see his game. There's something in what he says that makes your eyes automatically turn toward him even though your brain is screaming no.

At that moment, he saw you too. And you don't know which one you want, for him to recognize you or forget you. After all, you could also say the situation wasn't good.

Your mind is overflowing with big questions. You hold your still-throbbing nose while looking at his face, mainly his eyes, for clues that he knows who you are. The best scenario is for him to treat you no different from the others, apologize, and go right back to doing his preparations. But, you also can't deny that you’re desperate for him to say your name in an intonation that you're familiar with the most.

Kylian's jaw dropped. Unblinking eyes.

Your heart again missed a beat. The noise of your friends enthusiastically pulling out their phones to take a picture of him is blurred into the background noise.

He shouldn't recognize you. You are a leftover from his old life, after all.

Something is tickling from inside your nose. You withdraw your hand when you feel a warm trickle hit your skin, only to find it coming back red. Lea—the only one who wasn't mesmerized by the presence of the famous football star—gasp loud enough to gather everyone's attention, including Kylian.

Not only did you get hit by the ball, you also got a nosebleed in front of him. Just perfect. You should have taken the incident in which you accidently broke your breakfast plate this morning as a bad omen and missed work.

“S-sorry.” You scrambled to reach your bag to take a tissue.

Kylian opened his mouth, "Shit, I'll call the medics." He rushed to the other side of the field.

Before you could say it wasn't needed, the medics had already arrived after being told by Kylian. You said you were okay, that it was just a normal nosebleed, but one of the guys said a check wouldn't hurt. Next, you descend from the stands, leading to access to the medical room which you reach after walking through the player tunnel.

You want to say: “See? I'm fine." to the man who forces you into the medical room when the examining doctor concludes that there is nothing to worry about and the bleeding will stop soon; but, you endured it because you wanted to get out of there quickly. To be in a place that should only be accessible to important people like organizers and players makes you nervous. To know that Kylian was still waiting outside the room even though the minutes ticked back before the match started made you want to bury yourself.

With tissue stuffed in your bleeding nostrils, you hope you don't look stupid in front of him. People reunite with their teenage sweethearts through reunions, you with a ball going straight to your face.

"Does it hurt?"

That question brought you back to reality, realizing that it had just left Kylian's pink lips. Shit, did you just check him out again to notice that?

You give a shake of the head before responding, "Not really."

Kylian broke out a smile, not realizing how you were trying to hold back the warmth from crawling towards your chest. He still has that twinkle in his eye that you love. Dimples appeared in his cheeks as he chuckled. The last thing you want is for anything to make your unrequited love for him worse, but how is that possible when he shows up like this and makes you unable to avoid him?

“Sorry.”

When he said it, you furrowed your brows. What is he sorry for? For stop contacting you? For forgetting you just like that? For everything left unsaid between you?

"For what?" you ask.

Kylian laughed again, now the warmth that you've been holding back radiates like fire in a bonfire. He poked his own nose, "Your nose."

"Oh, it's nothing." You're not lying, this nosebleed is nothing compared to his presence.

After your answer, Kylian made no attempt to continue the conversation. As a result, you both fall into silence that you can't determine whether this is a comfortable one or one that makes your stomach turn in anxiety. His brown eyes scan you. You grow self-conscious under his gaze. Does he find his longing for you like you do for him or are you just another eyesore?

His lips formed a thin smile. "It's good to—"

“Kylian!”

The loud voice of the man walking quickly towards the two of you echoed down the hall. You stand stiff like a thief caught red-handed. The older man didn't pay you the slightest bit of attention, though; completely giving his sharp gaze to the footballer.

"The match is about to start! Let's move!"

Kylian turned to you. "Sorry." He apologized with an awkward smile. This time, as he being pulled away, you don't question it.

Now that he's gone, you're alone in the hallway. Kylian's absence gives you the opportunity to notice the posters plastered on the wall, most of them are sponsors and photos of PSG players, Kylian is of course included. Yet, they are no longer comparable now that you have seen the real him.

You step back to your friends. The rest of the evening was filled with your friends cheering every time PSG scored. Meanwhile, you are trying to continuously withstand various 'what if' scenarios by making yourself aware of how much it is a difference where you and Kylian stand.

Forty minutes after leaving the stadium, your co-workers decide to go to a fast food restaurant before heading home. Just as you were about to dig into the burger between your fingers, your phone vibrated with a notification.

k.mbappe: You think we can catch up?

“You think we can catch up?”

That simple sentence leads you to fill in the details that Kylian has missed in your life, he did the same with his even though you already know most of it from the tabloids and news. Kylian Mbappé, never escaped the eyes of journalists. Nonetheless, it's enough to at least rebuild from the remains of your old relationship, and you can't help but say that you're happy about that.

Now that it's lunchtime, you're still on your phone replying to Kylian. Two of your co-workers are sitting across from you, watching how your lips curve into a smile and it's not because your favorite food is in front of you.

"Someone got a boyfriend." One of them teases.

You shook your head, switching off the phone, and slipping it into your jeans pocket. “Not a boyfriend.” You picked up the fork to start digging into your food, yet that smile seemed to stay on your face permanently.

Short messages sent between work, lunch, and practice turned into short meetings—which then became a routine whenever you and Kylian found free time. Most of it falls on weekends. He'll come to your place or you to his, with game consoles and food on the table.

It's an old routine that you're thankful you can get back into. And for a second, you think the two of you could be the same as before—before the changes, the distance, the lost friendships; before everything that filled the void between you and Kylian. Unknowingly, you have hoped for a semblance of the past. Too naïve to think that this time, you guys would work things out and never be separated again.

That's the thing about the universe, it punishes anyone who complacent by disappointing them in the most bitter way.

It happened at a big party for one of Kylian's football star friends, one you never thought you'd be invited to if it weren't for your football star friend. The second you step into the club they've rented for the night, you can tell this is going to be the most extravagant party you've ever attended in your life. Celebrities and athletes in almost every corner of the room. Not to mention the beautiful long-legged models walking around with a glass (or bottle) of alcohol in hand.

Why are you here, again?

“(Y/N)!” Amidst the loud club music, you can still catch Kylian's voice as he walks towards you.

Like magic, your smile is engraved fast. "Hey."

You held your breath as you felt his eyes scan you from top to bottom. An expression to be sought—anything to imply that the ridiculously overpriced designer dress you purchased wasn't entirely horrible.

(You think it's just because you need someone's second opinion that you haven't just wasted big money for nothing.)

But, Kylian standing still silently made you uneasy. His lips loosened as his eyes widened. You're not even sure he's breathing. Is it amazement? Or was it shock because for some reason, that dress didn't fit on you the way it would on the models filling this room?

Shut it, (Y/N), you're trying to remember one Tiktok video that says that a lack of confidence will make anyone lose their shine.

"You.." Kylian swallowed hard. "You look beautiful."

You look beautiful.

You hope that your heated cheeks won't add more red to the blush you applied earlier.

You smiled at him, "Thank you."

Kylian stretched out his hand like a good gentleman he is. "Come on, I want to introduce you to my friends." He says.

The second you put your hands on his and he held you while separating the hordes of high class people, you could feel burning gazes from all sides of the room. You're trying to be blind to it. But, that doesn't shut your mind from the realization that maybe a lot of people feel you shouldn't be here.

In the back of your mind, a voice says: you're just a leftover of his old life, you should stay that way.

Though it was quickly muffled when the cheers of Kylian's friends were heard the second you entered the VIP room. You sweep your eyes across the familiar faces, finding more models sitting at the table. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke is more pungent than before, but you try not to mind that while Kylian introduces you to everyone.

“Everyone, this is (Y/N). She’s a friend.”

Kylian said, followed by the stares his friends turned towards you. Some mutter "a friend?" under their breath.

A friend.

Kylian continued by introducing his friends to you one by one. You flash them a smile, trying to remember their names as they shift to give you a seat with the ladies (who don't seem to want anything to do with you). Neymar is the one that seems genuinely interested in talking to you though, bringing up topics that you find interesting enough for you to relax a bit in the room with invisible pressure.

After your second glass, you excuse yourself to go to the toilet. Your high heels make noise as you walk down the quieter hallway. After entering one of the stalls and doing your thing, you come out to wash your hands and check if your makeup is still good.

“Kylian’s new girl?”

Your eyes drift from the reflection in the mirror to the blonde woman who just entered. She wore a gold dress with a low cut that showed her cleavage. The red lipstick doesn't go unnoticed by you. She walks toward you like it's a runway—full hip twist and confidence.

The beauty reached out for a handshake. “Gisele.” She said ter name.

Although hesitant, you give her a smile and take her hand. “(Y/N).” You tell her.

Gisele scans you up and down, and when she comes back to meet your eyes you swear you heard her click her tongue. "I've been eyeing you since earlier. You're so beautiful. Where did you get this dress?” she asked.

You're not sure if she's being genuinely nice or if she's just another Regina George. But, nice girls don't click their tongues as if the thing they want most is for you to disappear. You replied, "It's from Dior," and she thanked you, prompting you to resume applying your lipstick. Gisele is standing right next to you and does the same thing by pulling her red lipstick from her makeup bag.

"I can't believe he moved on so fast."

Gisele opened her mouth again. At first you weren't sure she was talking to you until you turned around and didn't find her on the phone. You let out an awkward chuckle, furrowing your brows then.

“Pardon?”

Her red lips curved into a smile. "Kylian, I mean." She drags the tip of her lipstick, red dominates. "We dated. Broke up two weeks ago."

Two weeks ago. You've been talking to Kylian for over three months now. Although you believe it all counts as platonic on his side, having her tell you this makes you grow less comfortable.

"Oh." Is all you can say.

"Yeah, and now he's taking you to the party, that's a bold move, don't you think?"

Clearly, she was taking it the wrong way. "Oh, we're just friends—" You were about to say but, Gisele interrupted again.

“But, whatever,” She rolled her eyes. "Sometimes he doesn't know what's best for him, always settling for some cheap slut for a rebound."

It's miraculous how you don't gasp from her sudden aggressiveness.

Cheap? Slut? Rebound?

Sure, you have days where it's hard to deal with your self-esteem. But it's clear that you're aware that those three words in no way describe you. Gisele shoved her lipstick back into her makeup pouch again, puckered up her lips to make sure they were perfect before turning to you with her triumphant expression.

Oh, she's definitely a Regina George but worse. What kind of person comes to the toilet just to apply lipstick while she insults others unprovoked?

Gisele approached you. “So, I suggest you leave him, sweetie. You deserve better.” She spoke in a quiet voice, but she made sure you could easily hear her.

The three things she said didn't get to you, but they gave you a fresh insight. You're not even a rebound, you don't even know if Kylian sees you as something more than a friend. For you to deal with his ex like this, isn't that unfair to you? It's pretty funny for people to think you guys are 'something' when the facts say otherwise. Just where are you two standing?

That's the problem with not drawing boundaries. You never know what you can and can't do. You never know what you can and can't ask from him. You never know what you can and can't tell him.

Even so, you can't let Gisele see past you. Your feet take a step back as you reach into your small bag. You lifted the mint candy in your hand high in front of the blonde's face before you put it in her palm.

"Please, eat one. Your breath stinks."

It left your lips casually, showing shock and embarrassment on her face. You don't spend more time there and walk out.

You think you'll feel better if you see Kylian. You think you can still hold your feelings for him and remain friends without parting ways again. You thought like that until you walked back into the VIP room and found him sitting with one of the models on his lap. Is that something they usually do at every party? Because his friends didn't react to it and continued with their karaoke, and Kylian has the audacity to greet you with a smile on his face.

If what Gisele just said didn't hurt you, this one will for sure.

Kylian was a star, and the black-haired girl was beautiful enough to make her one too. They are a perfect match. And if one day they find a moment where they realize how perfect they are for each other, you will lose him again.

But then again, he wasn't yours to lose to begin with.

Jealousy isn't usually your friend, but this time it's been keeping you company as you flash everyone a smile and say you're going home. Your tongue tastes bitter to utter two or three sentences of pleasantries. Kylian gently pushed the woman off his thigh to follow you who had reached the door.

“(Y/N)!”

So, this is your problem. You are standing on unsteady surface—the ruins of your previous friendship with him, hoping for the same lovely memories. Yet now that everything has changed, even the most resilient rubble will never compare to a brand-new structure.

To hope to continue a relationship with blurry boundaries with someone you love, that's just a big lie. The only one you are deceiving is yourself.

You built all of that on shaky ground. Now, watch it get destroyed.

Kylian watched you turn around. He furrowed his brows sensing something was wrong with you, but the only thing he found was your faint smile.

"Sorry," you apologize. “There is a problem with one of my clients.”

The frown on his forehead deepened upon hearing that. "But it's already outside business hours. And it's weekend." He replied to you, making you realize how stupid your alibi is.

"I know, I guess my work is unpredictable." You slip in a joke at the end hoping it will melt the pressure off the conversation.

“At least let me take you home.”

You were silent for a moment. "You're drunk, and you can't even drive." Your answer made him sigh loudly.

"We can always take a taxi home together."

In contrast to the jumble of emotions in your chest, your lips let out a laugh. "That's ridiculous, Kylian." You looked behind him where the room was. "You better go back to your friends." You debated being petty and mentioning the name of the girl sitting on his lap, but you didn't.

Despite everything you've said, he's still standing there with those brown eyes that you love. It was always hard to walk away from him, but with strength out of nowhere, you promised him a quick text when you got home and said goodbye turning your heels on for the exit.

It's surprising you didn't cry when you got to your room. Did you perhaps deep down have expected this?

Oh, that short message you promised Kylian, you sent.

But, that's the last one before you stop replying to anything from him.

The last three weeks have been terrible.

In your attempt to cut ties with Kylian, you keep ignoring your phone every time it rings and showing his contact name. You spend a lot of time taking overtime at the office because you know he will try to visit your house after getting absolutely no reply from all his missed calls and unanswered texts. Lea is the only person who knows about this situation, making her house your 'safe place' whenever you’re avoiding being at home.

Today will be the day that all of that ends, because as you heard from your boss, Kylian will be flying to Qatar—this time with his French national team for the world cup.

And here you are, with the TV on showing a dramatic reality show that you're forced to watch because nothing else is better than this. You made a mental note to write a bad review on your private Twitter account. You threw another Cheetos into your mouth, your teeth making sounds as you munched it.

The sound of the doorbell stops you from eating another one. You glance at your door skeptically, you don't remember ordering food or inviting anyone here. The bell rings again and you don't have much choice to wash your hands and peek through the peephole.

Your heart almost dropped to your stomach (or maybe it did) when you found a familiar man waiting at the door. Even though you know you wouldn't be ready for whatever he has to say to you, you also don't have it in you to let him stand there. So, your door swings open, leaving nothing to separate you and Kylian.

"Kylian." Is the first thing you say. "Why are you—aren't you supposed to be—"

"At the airport?" Kylian finished for you before pulling out a small scoff. "I know."

Your brow furrowed from his answer. "You know?"

Kylian nodded, confirming you heard right. "I know." He said, taking a new breath. “I just.. want to see you. And I know this is going to sound weird but, I know I'll regret it if I don't see you before I go."

Now you look at him as if he has grown a new head. His words are wrapped in a sweet voice, making your stomach fill with butterflies even though unsure the reaction is appropriate. It could be that he said it out of confusion, out of curiosity because you had abruptly avoided him as if he were contagious.

Whereas in reality the problem is in you and your heart. You always know you have.. poor coping mechanisms.

"You’ve been avoiding me." Kylian started and you want the ground to swallow you right then and there. “Why? Was it something I did? Tell me. Cause I remember you and I being fine that night."

Guilt finds a way to creep up on you. This is the result of how you 'handle' each of your problems—more misunderstandings. But, what are you supposed to say? That you can't deal with the heartache every time a girl comes up to you saying they once had a relationship with him and labels you as his "rebound" when the most you can ever go for is being his friend? Or that seeing a woman touch him in a way you can't burn you because you know you don't have the right to even talk to him about that?

Kylian wasn’t yours to lose. It was naïve enough how you used to believe you could still be friends with him despite your strong feelings for him—and now, that naivety has to go. You have to open your eyes wide.

If you tell the truth, will he give you time to clean up your mess?

“It's not like that,” You finally answered. "The problem is me, okay?"

Kylian raised one eyebrow, silently demanding an explanation. You took a deep breath before opening your mouth again.

"I don't want to get in between you and your ex, or anyone else." You saw him stare at you as if you were speaking in another language he didn't understand. "Well I know you never thought of me that way but girls like you okay? And I don't want them to think we're a thing and end up blocking you from finding someone—”

"My ex?"

You pause. “Gisele.” You gave him the name.

The wrinkles on his forehead deepened as he furrowed his brows in deep thought. How many Gisele has he dated for him to take that long to remember her? You waited for Kylian to say something.

“Wait, Gisele? She’s not my ex."

Now you are confused. "She’s not?"

“No,” Kylian sighed. “She’s my friend’s ex. We talked for a while and she thought I was making move on her. I told her no but, I guess she still goes around saying that we were together."

"Oh." You answered dumbfoundedly.

A laugh escaped his lips. "You avoided me just because of that? You know—"

"Not just because of that."

What was in the soda you drank earlier? It was probably some kind of liquid courage that made you dare to say this. Now that he had heard it, there was no turning back. You bite your lip. In your heart you hope that you can bring the complexity of this heart to an end, you hope that he can leave you alone for you to forget him. Because for you to hope for him and him not feeling the same way is unfair, right?

"It's never just because of that." Your voice starts to shake.

Kylian was never at a loss for words, he always had something to say at any time—especially at the wrong moment. But, why was he silent now even better than a statue? He stares at you, doing nothing to lessen the nervousness that's already at the tip of your throat.

It's now or never.

“I’m in love with you, Kylian.”

Your courage wavered, pulled away as your eyes broke eye contact with his. The last thing you want to be is in front of him, with all the shame and longing for not being able to have him. He is not yours, will never be yours.

Is this a result of your escalating emotions, or are you just a crybaby? Your voice trembled as your eyes welled up with tears. "I'm so fucking in love with you, and I know we can never be together. So that's why I'm avoiding you—because I'm trying to forget the stupid feelings I have for you.” You continue. Will he think you're weak if you tremble when you speak?

Out of desperation, you ask: "Where do we draw the line?"

You expect him to answer by telling you that he will give you time. You expect him to understand why you did it or even intend to start avoiding you.

Kylian opened his mouth and said, “I don't know. I don't want to draw any lines."

What?

“What?”

Kylian took a step forward towards you. "Why do you think I brought you to meet my friends?" He asked, you shook your head slowly. "Because they're sick of hearing me talk about you all the time." He said. “They're curious about you because I smile too much every time I open my phone. Fuck, I'm not good at this but, I'm terribly in love with you, (Y/N)."

You are in shock. After all this trouble, you and him are actually in love with each other? It's no wonder people say that communication is key. This is too good to be true, and because it feels more like a hallucination than reality, you muster up the courage to ask,

"Are you lying?"

Kylian rolled his eyes, but his lips smiled. “You have to ruin the moment, huh? This is supposed to be where I kiss you, you know."

"You want to kiss me?"

“Not after you say—“

The sound of a cell phone ringing interrupted Kylian, making him pull it out of his trouser pocket. He read the contact's name before picking it up. The next thing you hear is a loud yell from the other side—you're sure from his voice that this is the old man you saw in the player tunnel.

Kylian hung up the phone shortly. "It's my manager. I gotta get to the airport now.” He says.

A disappointment pulls the strings of your heart but, you try to give a smile. "You better go." You tell him.

"Yeah, car’s outside. You should start packing your things now.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion and curiosity. "You don’t mean..."

Your favorite smile plastered across his face, adorned with dimples showing in his features. “What? You don't want to go to Qatar?” he asked.

It's so mindblowing a lot of crazy things happen at one time. A few hours ago you were sitting on the couch watching a crappy reality show with your Cheetos, and now Kylian says he intends to take you to Qatar.

A smile finds a way to tug at your lips. "Only if I can get that kiss now." You said, and he was more than honored to give it to you.

“(Y/N) (L/N)! Where are you?!”

Your boss's voice over the phone is barely audible given how hard the wind is blowing. You swept your eyes across the architecture around you, smiling thinking it was beautiful with the clear sky stretching above.

“I’m in Qatar!”

“Are you shitting me?!”

"No, sir!" You answer quickly. "I'm taking my unpaid leave now!"

"I disagree. Get your ass back here or I'll fire you!"

You pursed your lips while thinking. “Would you still do it if I gave you a Mbappé signed shirt?” A second after saying that, there was a long silence on the other side.

“.. Give me a Mbappé signed shoe too and I'll think about it.”

A victorious smile reaches your face. "Deal."

Please do not associate this work with the real lives of the people in this story.

[blubffsd]

WE WERE ONE – K. MBAPPÉ.

summary: the frustration of what was at some point but not anymore.

note: based on the song "Uno los dos" by Miranda! (it's literally the lyrics but in english lol)

Leave it at that, my love.

I don't want any more excuses, please.

What used to be dates planned weeks in advance became texts between us apologizing to each other because an unforeseen event came up and we can't make it, promising to make it up. But it never happened.

How long have we been one?

They ask me and you answer.

I don't understand, for the rest of the people we were really soul mates, we knew each other as well as ourself. Always thinking the same, doing the same things, laughing at the same jokes.

"We are perfect for each other" you used to say when we both said the same thing at the same time. But painfully it was just that, the sentence you told me as a joke, instead of fact.

And it's that you, it wasn't you without me, no

You were nothing and I didn't exist without your company.

I think you know well that little by little we began to depend on each other, at first it was cute the way we both needed each other to do something, but then it just got insane for us.

Heart, give me some reason.

We have lost personality in this relationship.

And as much as we knew how much it hurt ourselves, we weren't willing to accept the situation between us and how bad everything was. We refused to accept that us no longer has a solution, and that we are no longer ourselves, not even a little.

Tonight I will cry so much for you that I will let you go.

I will wipe away with tears all the blood that has flowed here.

But the two of us always knew that our attempt to ignore the mess within us was going to be in vain. Ours no longer worked, we were no longer a team, I didn't work on my own and you didn't work on yours.

The CD we had compiled with us in mind, yesterday was my favorite record and today is the saddest thing I heard.

Although as much as I try over and over again, you and I know that ours is going to be very difficult to erase from our minds, we have so many of our things. We even had songs, remember? The first I chose, the second you and so on. Yesterday I listened to them again. And I cried.

Today, for the first time, I will confess to you

that it is hard for me to leave us

and that I don't know how long I will take to get used to it.

I also admit that sometimes I like to think that we tried it again and that this time it does work, but as much as it pains me to admit it, that is not possible. Although I prefer to think about the remote idea of ​​a "we" than the fact that we are no longer. I need to get used to that.

I was never dependent on me, rather I was on you.

You gave yourself in love to the game

and although it hasn't been bad at all,

I want to escape,

let's recover our freedom.

We had beautiful moments together, remember? Sometimes I wish we could have done things differently, we could have had it all. But things happened the way they did and it sure was for a reason, we weren't ready, and we still aren't.

We spent entire nights listening to our CD, at times I only heard your passion

but now that you tell me this, I must admit that I want to be myself again, I no longer remember what I was like yesterday.

You told me that you got used to me and I to you, that eventually we got tired but we depended on each other to be okay. We love each other, ours was nice, but we must let go. And you were right.

I swear I don't, I don't hold a grudge against you, I just want to go back to being that girl I once introduced you to.

It's good that we reacted in time, don't you think? We're not quite lost yet, you go back to being you and I go back to being me. It's sad that we became each other's ideal type, I feel like I don't know you. And you don't know me either.

The CD we had compiled with us in mind, yesterday was my favorite record and today is the saddest thing I heard.

But honestly the saddest thing I heard was your goodbye when you left, and with this letter I part with you, Ky.

[positivevibesonlyyy]

Kylian Mbappe - The World At Our Feet

Mbappe x fem reader (fluff)

Wanted to do a one shot of Kylian dating a female French artist... and I really love the phrase a commentator (I think it was Peter Drury) used to describe Kylian as the ‘boy with the world at his feet’, so I used that as inspiration for this one shot. I wrote this quickly on the train yesterday so it’s a bit rushed but please let me know what you think or if you want more. Enjoy!! 

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You closed your eyes. The plane was about to take off, you had fastened your seatbelt and clutched your pillow, bracing yourself for the sudden acceleration. The feeling of taking off was one of your favourite in the world - it was exhilarating, feeling the plane leave the ground. You opened your eyes once you were in the air, looking outside your window at the clouds. You were exhausted, the past few weeks had been a whirlwind of flights and shows and press. Your career as an artist had taken off in the past year, one single after the other topping the charts. It was so surreal, the past few months felt like a fever dream. Music had been your life since you were a child. Singing and writing songs made you feel alive in a way that nothing else did. For so long, singing and composing and writing music was all you did, all that mattered, developing and experimenting with notes, genres, styles and range. You loved music, but it had been a massive, years long struggle. You spent nearly a decade scrapping by with crappy gigs, going through one record label rejection after another, constant series of missed opportunities..

All that seems so far away now. You had just finished a fully booked out tour through Europe and nothing could have prepared you for what life would be like as a burgeoning pop star. There was a world of difference between your life now and just a few months ago. The fame and success came so suddenly, you didn’t have any time to process any of it. You were swept in a tidal wave of change and still unsure how to handle your new life, your public persona, your exponential growth in followers and fans, the media scrutiny, the lack of privacy, the chaotic schedule, the expectations. Being a public figure had so many demands you failed to anticipate.

When you spoke to Kylian about this a few months ago, he smiled sympathetically.

“I mean this has been my dream for so long, and it’s here and it’s happening and I just wish I didn’t feel so overwhelmed, I wish I could enjoy it more.”

He hummed in response, playing with your hair. “I know chéri. But this is part of the deal. Its a package, isn’t it? This the price and I think it’s a small one. You’re living your dream. What could be better than that? How many people can say that?”

You smiled at him, feeling suddenly envious. 

“You can.”

“Oui, I can and I wouldn’t change a thing.” He said earnestly.

You admired how easy it all seemed to be for him. How naturally he managed the attention, how much he loved it, how he thrived in it, how he was driven and motivated by the pressure, instead of overwhelmed by it, how happily he took on challenges. How cheerful and determined he remained in the face of it all. He had always seemed carefree and almost fearless, but until recently you couldn’t fully grasp how remarkable this was.

“I’m lucky I know.” You tell him. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. This is everything I wanted and more.”

You two were lying in bed, the night before you left for tour. You head was on his chest, his arm around you. His nose buried in your hair. You felt him smile cheekily against your head and he whispered, “Besides, if all this hadn’t happened, we would never have met and that would have been a shame.”

You chuckled, “That’s true.”

Being with him unlocked a layer of joy and fulfilment in your life that you didn’t know was possible. It had only been a few months, but when you met, it felt like this was it. You both were drawn to each other, wanted to speak to and talk about each other all the time in a way that was so out of proportion with what was appropriate at that stage. You suddenly wanted his take on every single thing in your life, weighty and inconsequential, A too quick attachment brewed, and you thought that was was the tell-tale sign. One night after a stellar PSG match, he came to watch you perform. You saw him in the crowd and locked eyes and neither one of you looked away for the rest of the night. It felt like you were only singing to him, as if the thousands of other people there had just faded into the distance. He clapped and cheered ferociously as you sang, yelling for the crowd to make more noise. When you woke up together the next morning, you curled into him like a baby seal climbing on a sunlit rock. The daylight came in through the shutters and you looked at him asleep in the morning glow and thought that this was the only thing you wanted to do forever.

You were heading back to Paris now, your home and the best city in the world. Kylian had a rare set of holidays, and you had a few days relatively free. You couldn’t wait to see him, it had been months. Your heart literally ached with longing. When the plane finally landed on the tarmac, your were jittery with excitement. You said thank you to the flight crew, to your manager, to the staff that you worked with before promptly getting in a car and heading towards Kylian’s place. It didn’t matter that you had spent something like 18 hours flying and desperately needed a shower. You were going to get to see him. So much had happened in the last few days that you had missed. Kylian was now the captain of the French team. The youngest ever French football captain. You were so happy for him, almost swelling with pride. You had congratulated him over the phone, both of you teary. You couldn’t wait to see him to do it in person too.

~

You were finally inside his building, you swung the door open and called out “Bonjouuuuurr!! Ky?” You heard his footsteps immediately.

Suddenly he was racing towards you at lightening speed that would have otherwise frightened you. He lifted you off the ground and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist. “Ahhhhhhh, Y/N I’m so happy you’re here” he said, “I missed you.”

You clung to him, “I missed you too” you said before pressing your lips against his. It was a slow, gentle kiss, full of deep, mutual yearning. You were both breathing heavily when you pulled apart, “How are you…Captain? ” You asked, before pressing another kiss to his jaw.

He grinned, “happy now that you’re here.”

You gripped your waist and your hands were on his shoulders, you rested your forehead against his. “Congratulations bébé. I’m so… so proud of you” You say sincerely.

“Merci” he whispers, a little shyly.

“How are you? How was the flight, and the last few nights of tour?” He asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the living room.

You followed him. “Incredible…Just unbelievable, you know? Like it just felt so unreal, like my life was a movie. It was a lot though. I am exhausted, it was really intense and I missed Paris and my family, and you.”

You hugged him again, needing contact. He was warm and gentle and smelt wonderfully familiar. He rubbed your back and kissed you again.

“I’m glad it went well, and I knew it would. You’re the most talented singer in the world. You amaze me every time I see you perform.”

“Ahh, stop…” you mutter, shyly.

“No, no, seriously, you’re absolutely enchanting to watch on stage.”

“You don’t have to say that”, you blushed, still terrible at accepting compliments.

“I wouldn’t if it weren’t true.” He said seriously, gently massaging your shoulders. 

“But I’m glad you’re home now. I’ve been wanting to celebrate everything with you so badly.”

~

A few hours later, you were both sat on the roof of Kylian’s apartment, after having emptied a bottle of wine. Cuddled up on one seat, with a large shared blanket and each others bodies for warmth, you were watching the city lights. You spent hours talking about what had happened in the last few months you were away. You told him of all the strange, funny, embarrassing moments you had on tour, all the weird fan encounters, all the highlights. Everything you wished he could’ve been there for. He told you about his time at PSG, how he felt he was improving, how proud he was of being the all time goal scorer for the club, how it made him feel worthy of the clubs investment in him, how excited but nervous he was about serving as captain for France, how the loss of the World Cup final still hurt.

You caressed the back of his head as you both waited for midnight so that the Eiffel Tower would start to glimmer, at it always did when the clock hit 12.

“I’m so happy right now.” You said quietly, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love.

“Me too.” He replied. “We have the world at our feet, mon amour.”

______

[goatlottin]

rekindled

in which you get into your first big fight.

genre: angst (happy ending tho!)

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

warnings: hints of pregnancy 🙊

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had placed a hand on your stomach.

“How did you find out?”

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

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

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

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

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

[darlingmbappe]

When We’re Ready [1] | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

[Part One] [Part Two]

Summary: Kylian's blatant desire for a baby has your head spinning. Though, you must say, he is quite convincing...

Warnings: SMUT! Minors, go away. Penatrative sex, oral (female receiving), groping (semi-public), breeding kink, cussing, horny mfs, kinda cringe and cheesy but I stand by it. Let me know if I missed anything! – English is not my first language. –

Masterlist

Kylian was easy to read. His expressive face always gave him away; scrunching and elongating against his will. Even when he was meant to hide his true feelings in certain situations, there was always a little twinge of the eyebrow or crook of the lip to let you know exactly what he was thinking.

Maybe you just knew him too well, spent too much time with his elastic face to pick up on the micro expressions that made it possible to know his mood at any time. But, something was different about tonight. Cheeky? Yes. Pensive? For sure. Annoyed? Maybe… It was hard to say with the way he stared at you from the bed. One hand propping up his heavy head while he watched you intently putting lotion on. 

This expression was new.

“Babe?” You call, rubbing together the leftover lotion on your hands, sitting in front of him on the bed. “You okay?”

“Mhm.” He hums, still seeming out of it as he shifts and stares at the TV now, though it only reflects a dark image of himself back at him, seeing as it wasn’t even turned on.

You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t buy it. Something’s on your mind.” You take your rings and earrings off, setting them in your jewelry catcher by your nightstand. Kylian stayed quiet as you got under the covers, drawing his attention back to you.

When he didn’t give you any sort of answer, you had no choice but to scroll on your phone in an attempt to ignore the burning stare that came from your husband's side of the bed. Eventually, it was impossible to pretend you didn’t feel his eyes dead set on your face. You shut your cell off and set your phone on your stomach, looking directly at him, your sudden view shift taking him by surprise. “Okay, seriously. What?”

“Nothing.” You catch a smirk barely grazing his lips before he just shakes his head, turning and switching off his bedside lamp, cozying up under the duvet. “Don’t worry about it.”

You huff and sneer at his answer, shutting off your lamp as well, curling up with an obvious annoyance at the lack of information. “He thinks I'm not gonna worry about it.” You mumble to yourself passive aggressively, your back turned to him. “You’re being weird. I don’t like it.”

“I'm not being weird.”

“Are too.”

Kylian stared at the back of your head, quiet as he slowly reached for your waist, effectively pulling your body up against his to share his warmth.

“Oh, so now you wanna cuddle?” You grumble, settling in comfortably despite the bite that laced your words.

He kissed your hair, lost in his own racing mind, not fully convinced he should bring this up to you tonight. Your annoyance was surface level, nothing he was deeply concerned about because he felt the way you relaxed against his own muscles, letting his arms act as your blanket. 

He was sure that the thoughts that persist in his skull had crossed your mind as well. As he lay there with you, the love of his life, he let his brain think without hesitation; no if’s or but’s, no playing devil's advocate with himself. He let himself indulge in the future fantasy that he had dreamed of since he was a small boy. He felt lucky he had you in all of his delusions, always right there with him. You’re around in every scenario he makes up; ever present, making you laugh, making you swoon. He feels so lucky that you stand with him in the tangible world as well, looking better than anything he comes up with in his mind. Saying funnier things, sweeter things.

As your breathing stables, he’s not sure if you’re fully asleep yet, or how long the silence has even run for. His throat would close at the words when you were awake and responsive, but now that he couldn’t tell, it was easier to whisper them to your sleeping figure – nothing holding him back from telling you his little secret.

“Let’s have a baby.”

His voice could have been mistaken as a sigh as he breathed the words gently into your ear… but you heard them.

Your eyes shot open wide, the air becomes harder to take in your lungs at the shock, laying still in his arms. Slowly, you lift your head and stare back at him. He feels just as shocked upon seeing that you’re actually awake, gulping at the confession he let slip. 

He knew you wanted kids, just like he did. You’ve been married just about four months and had previously talked about waiting two years or so to start a family. The pair of you agreed stability in the home was necessary before bringing a child into it – which was fair enough – but his baby fever was deadly. There wasn't anything he could do to keep away the images of little toes, and bassinets, and rolls on their tummy, and dimples on their legs and… just everything. He wanted to see them grow up. He wanted to debate you on who they got it from. He was prepared to do anything for that baby, and the baby itself is just a thought. A sweet little figment of his imagination… but they already had your eyes.

“Did I hear you right?” You sleepily mumble, feeling his grip on you grow tighter and his heartbeat quickening just a smidge.

He kisses your sleepy cheek, resting his face against yours as his arms wrap more securely around you. “Oui, mon coeur. I want a baby with you.” He repeated, voice still soft.

“You think now is a good time for us?”

“Mm…” He ponders a moment. “I think so.”

“Is this what you were thinking about?”

He kisses your shoulder. “Yeah. Been thinking it for a while.”

“A while…”

“A month or two.” Kylian shrugs like it's casual… like it hasn't completely taken over his brain from the second he saw you walk down the aisle. “Imagine our little family. Just the three of us." He lets the silence marinate, unsure of whether or not you've fallen asleep on him. "Don't you think?" He squeezes you gently, needing to keep this conversation going now that it's started.

You burrow your back into him to let him know you're still lucid. "Yeah. Just the three of us... but... is now the time to bring a baby into the world?"

His sigh sounds defeated, tickling your face. “You don’t think it is…”

“I don’t know… I haven’t really thought about it.” You admit, looking at him once more. His eyebrows furrow and now you can read him clearly. 

The overthinking face. 

Despite being confident in himself and his actions in pretty much every aspect of his life, Kylian is a chronic overthinker. He’ll let his thoughts drag him into a darker place. He begins to question little comments or actions that he wouldn’t have thought twice about if the little voice in his head would just leave him alone. The crease between his eyebrows tilt upward, his tongue finds his top row of teeth, his stare points away to a still object that will allow him to daze off into the flying spiral of introspection. 

You tap your finger on his chin to get him to look back at you so you could ground him. “I have thought about it. A lot. Just not so much recently…” You say, not only doing damage control on your last comment, but a true statement on the topic of family that you’re interested in exploring further. “With the wedding, moving, family stuff, you know. Everything’s a little jumbled right now.”

The gears turn in his head and he purses his lips. “No, I get it.” He sighs deeply. “I guess you’re right.” You turn in his arms, now curled into his chest. He kisses your forehead before resting his chin on it, engulfing your body completely in his. “But, maybe two years is a little long to wait.”

“Yeah, I agree. Who knows if we’ll even still be together by then.” You grin mischievously into his skin and feel the vibration of his deep chuckle from your obvious joke.

“Shut up.” 

You move your head so you could look at him, pressing a kiss to his chapped and upturned lips. “Let’s give it until the end of the summer. That’s like, what, three months? If we both feel like the time is right, then we start trying, For real.”

He closes his eyes to feel your presence in his, content enough with the compromise. Isn’t that what marriage is all about, anyway? 

He wiggles his eyebrows. “You up for a little practice?”

“Practice?”

He rubs a firm hand down your back, letting it rest lower than it was before. “Just a little refresher…”

You caught on, rolling your eyes as he pulls away to gauge your reaction to his suggestion. 

“Ky, if anything, you’re a little over-practiced in that department.”

“No such thing, baby. Take it from me, I’m an athlete.” He smirks cheekily, letting only one finger run against your skin, tracing where the hem of your tank top had been resting on your hip. He dipped it lower and pulled up at the waistband of your underwear, letting it snap back gently, stinging only slightly but your sleepy state caused you to feel it ripple through you like he had whipped you.

“Hm…” You were sleepy, sure… but Kylian dipped his face into your neck. His lips could not have been more supple against your skin. The open mouth kisses he placed were gentle, soft, beyond seductive. Your eyes shut against your will at the feeling, his large palm flat against your side and moving up under the material that separated his bare chest from yours, tongue prodding out just slightly to taste your skin. “... I guess we can practice. Just a little…”

That night changed everything for you. 

You see babies everywhere now, it’s like the population multiplied overnight. There was nothing that could stop you from cooing at their tiny socks and chubby ankles, the sound of their giggle echoing through the grocery store, their innocent little smiles when they looked at their mommy or daddy… God, does everyone have a damn baby but you?

The months went on and the late summer sun was hotter than it had ever been. At least for as long as you’d lived in Paris. You could barely walk outside for the mail without sweating and needing a shower. You verbally thanked the heavens you weren't pregnant right now, not being able to imagine carrying a human inside of you with all of this heat. Kylian brushed it off, still holding out hope for a new addition to the Mbappe household. 

Kylain might be an extremely intelligent man, but, boy… subtlety is not his strong suit. It started with him leaving open baby magazines on the kitchen counter, flipped to the cutest, smallest, chunkiest little one they had on print. He’d send you baby TikTok videos with a message that read “do you like this color for the living room walls?” 

In his defense, he was never trying to be subtle. He continued to think about what you said that night he first mentioned trying, and he still thinks that bringing a baby into the mix is right for you two. He tried to chop it down to his social media algorithm sabotaging him with constant baby content or maybe the honeymoon phase after the wedding had him feeling this strongly, but those explanations just didn’t feel right. After knowing you for six years and getting to love you for almost all of that time, he was eager to create a family with you right in the center of it. 

The baby discussion had made a sharp turn at some point this last month. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it all went from questioning every aspect of your life together and reasoning with one another about very serious doubts and scenarios, to unhinged conversations about things that just caused you to giggle. Things like: where the pair of you would bring your newborn on their first vacation, what their first word would be, if they’d follow in Kylians footsteps, how much money the tooth fairy would give them for their first lost tooth.

It’s safe to say, you finally came to the silent conclusion that you were ready – but that realization couldn't have come at a more awkward time.

Dinner with his whole side of the family was a blessing for you both. It wasn’t very often that every schedule cleared up in the same time frame. A large restaurant section was rented out in the heart of Paris for family and friends to get together. It was a nice time to make conversation and catch up on everything life had churned out since the last time you’d seen each other. The appetizers were spectacular, the drinks were doing their job, it was all so nice…

… Except that nothing – yes, nothing – is more awkward than being unstoppably horny for your husband in front of his entire family. You cut yourself off after martini number three when you noticed it was turning your brain into goo. The buzz wasn't enough to make you drool and incoherent, but seeing your Kylian playing with his niece and nephew, picking them up and turning them upside down, pressing affectionate smooches to their bulbous cheeks… drooling and incherency was not far behind. 

He was going to be such a good dad. He was already the most caring husband, even with all of his responsibilities and commitments. He found time for you in every sliver of open space in his schedule, needing to soak up quality time with his wife as if it were as necessary as air. 

The entrées began to come out as everyone took their respective seats. Kylian was still oblivious to the googly eyes you’d been throwing in his direction all night, but it wasn’t long after he sat down that he caught on. 

He leans over to whisper to you, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I know that look. Very well.”

You shudder at his breath tickling your skin. Flustered beyond belief, you could only manage to shake your head, letting out a shy and breathy laugh.

Kylian bit his lip and snickered along with you, setting his hand on your knee and faces forward. His touch was hot. A skillet off of the stove would have sent the same wave of heat all the way up your limbs. You reach for the water on the table, positive that the fierce blush overtaking your face would be obvious to anyone who decided to look at you in your current state. His long fingers began moving against your knee, tracing mindless patterns that only sent you more goosebumps. He knew that every gentle touch or fragment of affection he would give you right now would be heightened tenfold… he loved knowing that you were putty in his hands. He knew your mind – and right now, he had completely taken over it.

“Feeling okay, mon amour?” The sly smirk on his face gave him away. He was just teasing you, and Lord, does he love teasing. His hand moves upward to your midthigh, stopping and moving his thumb up and down above your dress, crinkling the material. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

You’d been avoiding eye contact, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your needy gaze. “Kylian, stop it. Your mom’s sitting right there.” You reprimand in a soft voice, not wanting to raise any attention to the pair of you up to nothing decent.

“I’m not doing anything.” He chuckles, moving his hand a little higher. You suck in a sharp breath as he leans into your ear again. “Won’t you look at me, bébé?” 

You shake your head no, feeling quite shy as your throat dries up. You clear your throat discreetly and reach for the cold water once more, but Kylians hand grabs your palm, bringing it to his lips. “Let me see those eyes, baby.” He mumbled against your hand. His back was turned to the rest of the table, acting as a human curtain for your obvious discomposure.

You roll your eyes before looking at him. You tried your best to give him a scolding look, but the second you saw that same glimmer in his eye that matched yours, your current sensitivities doubled down. The pace of your heart heightened quickly, the warmth in your cheeks increasing by the second.

You felt like leaning in to kiss his lips. He licked them right when he took a quick glance at your own, your hand still taken in his.

“Your eggplant parmesan, madame.” You didn’t even see the waiters bringing out the entrées being too engrossed in Kylian's burning stare. You smile up and thank her then look around the table. You’d forgotten that there were other people there for a second, much less his family. His mom, dad, nieces, nephews, aunties – distant or otherwise… You had to pull yourself together before they caught on to your overly horny demeanor. 

Kylian took his hand off your thigh when his chicken alfredo was placed in front of him, noticing how you sat up straighter. For now, he’d let you do your best to make regular conversation with his cousins that sat across from the both of you, but he noticed how tightly your legs were crossed together. He saw your eyes dart away from his whenever you turned his way. When he brushed your pinky on the table before engulfing your hand, you took in a sharp breath. So sensitive. 

He nodded toward your empty plate. “Feel like turning in early, mon coeur?”

You raised a brow at him. “Ky, you sure? Your whole family’s here. Don’t you wanna stay a little longer?”

He shrugs. “We’ve been mingling for like,” he looks at his watch, “almost three hours. Besides, I’m quite a bit distracted tonight.” He peeks down at your cleavage, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. “I think I wanna take you home.”

You shudder when he leans in and kisses the corner of your lips. To anyone watching, it’s a sweet gesture of affection, but to you… it was erotic. Sensual. It made you tighten your thighs even more.

His attention is taken back to the others at the table, letting them know that the two of you would be leaving a little early, blaming it on his morning training schedule. You two made your rounds to every seat, kissing cheeks and rubbing shoulders, making sure you left a good impression with each and every one of the members of the group. 

He opened the car door for you, grabbing your hand to help you in, kissing your knuckles before hopping in the driver's seat. He weaved through traffic with a sure hand on your upper thigh, slowly and subconsciously getting higher and higher. 

It’s unfair that he holds all the power right now – making you sweat and need him with every purposeful tap on your skin. The pads of his fingers migrated downward over your dress until it reached the hem of the frilly garment. His eyes were fixed on the red light in front of him as he let his hand travel under your dress – the simple skin to skin enough to invade you with goosebumps – feeling each and every one on the trail he formed toward your panties, toying with the band wrapped around your hip.  

You didn’t even mean to swivel your hips closer to his hand, but when his forefinger traveled lightly to feel your slit over the elastic material, you couldn’t stop yourself. “Ky…” You whined as he wiggled his digit against you. 

You look over to see his smirk facing forward, practically visualizing his ego growing at just your involuntary mewl. Looking at his lap, you saw the trace of his member was much too prominent to assume your neediness wasn’t affecting him. You reached over and took hold of it, gripping with a single squeeze that had his breath shake in surprise. 

“Merde, cherie…” He hissed, taking sporadic peeks down at your hand as it rubbed him through the layer of cloth. It wasn’t responsible to grope him while he was behind the wheel, but the standstill traffic and ultra tinted windows lent you enough feelings of safety to continue your motions. You felt him getting harder as you pumped your fist as best you could over his stiff zipper. 

Half his mind wanted to ask you to wait until you got home so he could shove you between him and the wall, feel, kiss, bite, lick every centimeter he saw… but how could he? Your fluttering lashes made him forget how to speak coherently. He just couldn’t resist you. 

His personal fucking kryptonite. 

There you both sat, hands on each other's most intimate parts in the center of traffic. It was kind of exciting that the people on the same road had no idea what was going on. That the thick steel doors and blackened windows were the only thing keeping them from seeing you throw your head back when he pressed on your clit. That they were oblivious to the sweet sounds that bubbled up from Kylians chest as you ran your knuckles over his tip, the hand that wasn’t lost under your otherwise innocent dress gripping the steering wheel so, so tightly. 

Kylian took a quick and sharp left, finally away from the traffic going down the last road until you reached your private residence. His foot pressed all the way down on the pedal, impatiently rolling the stop signs. In any other scenario, it would make you nervous, but you truly didn't even notice the way he broke traffic laws once he had removed his hand in the urgency of it all. 

You unbuckled as he drove down the last couple of blocks, leaning over the center console to attack his open neck, surely leaving a big purple bruise in your wake. Your hand wrapped around his face, pressing him further into you. He grunted and closed his eyes as soon as he put the car in park inside the garage, wasting no time grabbing for your leg so you could straddle him in the tall SUV. 

Kylian hiked your dress up with his hand firmly placed on the globe of your ass, squeezing your flesh harshly as you grinded down onto him. With his lips now on your own, all the sounds of pleasure were muffled and smothered.  

“J'ai tellement besoin de toi, putain.” I need you so fucking bad. His hands roamed higher around your waist as he got access to your neck.

“J'ai besoin que tu mettes un bébé en moi. C'est si dur.” I need you to put a baby in me. So bad. When you say these words, you feel him stiffen. His hands cease their movements, now only gripping you in place as he leans his head back to look at your face. He needed to see if you were joking or not. Breathless and completely earnest, you stare into his wide eyes, feeling the way the mood changed with just a single phrase. 

He hints at a smile. “You’re serious?”

You nod, kissing the tip of his nose, brushing your thumb dearly on his cheekbone. “So serious.”

He grins happily, pure excitement behind his eyes as he rubs your back with an incredible gentleness. He’s overtaken with fondness as he leans in to kiss you again. He smiles into it, letting out a joyous giggle when he hugs you tightly.

He barely pulls back. “Let’s get you inside. My beautiful wife.”

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you as he hugs you down the hallway toward the master bedroom, taking small detours when he simply couldn't help himself; grasping your neck to kiss you lovingly, slowing down to press you against his front and whisper sweet things in your ear. 

You half expected him to throw you on the bed, rip your dress off, and take you like it was an animalistic instinct. By his conduct in the restaurant and in the car, you’d expect nothing less than a rough and primal fuck. 

But, no. He walked you backward toward the bed, only staring into your eyes adoringly as he lifted you up to lay your head down on the pillow comfortably. 

He kissed you once before just looking at you on the mattress, knees turned in and pathetic little squirm demanding its way through your limbs. Your pretty purple dress was now wrinkled and twisted, halfway up your thigh, straps hanging loosely off your shoulder.

He beamed, deciding to sit on his knees with you in between him as he began undoing his white dress shirt, button by button, eyes never leaving yours. Your grabby hands untucked the material from his pants, matching his slower pace as you undid the buckle of his belt.

Once his shirt just hung on his shoulders, he placed two warm hands on your legs, allowing them to wander up and up, the material of your dress all scrunched up in their path. He unveiled your body to his hungry eyes, tapping the side of your ribs so you’d sit up and let him take it off of you completely. You both giggled softly when it finally went over your face, disheveling your hair in the process. Kylian brushed it all away from your features, grabbing your face sweetly and laying you back down, noses only an inch away as he balanced his body on top of yours.

“Mon amour.” He mumbled adoringly, brushing his nose with yours, grazing your lips slightly. “We’re really doing this.”

You just smile, pecking the cheesy wide grin that had taken over his features. “We’re ready.” You confirm, wrapping both your arms around his neck. 

He slowly made his way down your body, inch by inch, kiss by kiss. His tongue made soft and swift circles on your left nipple, your other being pinched and soothed by his strong fingers. As he ventured further, he placed his palms firmly on your tummy, kissing it so tenderly, as if to prepare a space for his future baby. Blessing it’s temporary home before they even had the chance to get there.

“You’re going to look so pretty when I get you pregnant.” The words were strangled between the emotions in his voice and the ringing in your own ears; the pressure of his lowering hands making your head spin. 

He tossed his shirt aside along with his pants when he reached your underwear, placing himself with purpose as he began pulling down the lacy garment. He hummed delightedly when a string of your slick clung onto the material. You showcased your pussy to him like he paid for it, jutting your hips toward him with pure need. 

“You’re so fucking wet.” He murmured as he ran a finger through your folds, just to tease, perceptive to the shiver that formed a sweet noise from your chest.

Without needing further instruction, he kitten licked your clit, gently sucking on it now and then. You turned your head into the silk pillow, letting it catch most of the crude noises you were making for the man between your legs. With his arms securely wrapped around your thighs, he pressed his face further into your core, shaking his head back and forth before adding two fingers. 

“God – fuck, Ky.” The abstruse praises spewed out of you when he curled his long, long fingers up, pumping them as they hooked inside your rigid walls. 

He pulled them out too quickly for your liking, taking his magic tongue with him as he stared down at your pussy. He stretched your skin apart with his thumbs, playing with you for his own visual gratification before slowly inserting three fingers inside at once. He watched them intently disappear into you, then quickly looking at your face that twisted in delight as he stretched you open – preparing you for his thick member. 

You wailed in pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white. “Oh my god, Kylian.” How he loved hearing you moan out his name. It only made him need you more, staring up at you dotingly past your stomach. “Please, baby… I need you.” You begged.

His fingers slow down before leaving you bare. He watched your empty pulsing hole for only a second, licking his fingers clean as he shuffled around to be on top of you once more. 

He hovered over you, staring deeply into your eyes. You sighed in contentment at his gazing, allowing one of your hands to go astray to lower his boxer briefs over his ass, pulling down the front as well. You took hold of his thick and hard cock, pumping it while keeping eye contact with your lover. It was so beautiful to observe the tiny fragments of expressions that waved over his face. The microscopic twinges of his eyelids, the slight curve that forms between his eyebrow, the gentle pursing of his lips. 

You tugged him to your opening, running his dick along your soaked lips, lubricating it as you began to try and prod yourself open with him. Just the feeling of his tip beginning to enter your tight pussy had him shuddering. Kylian met your hand, helping it guide his cock to your entrance, slowly inserting his desperate mushroomhead.

He moved slightly, watching your expression for discomfort. “You’re so tight.” He huffed. Your hand stayed on his base, his small and paced movements still only to stretch you out for him. He felt the pads of your fingers as he shallowly pushed in and out of you.

“Faster.” You demanded, moving your hands to his ass to follow his movements. 

He complied, heavy breathing fanning your face, his pace increasing, stuffing more of himself inside of you. Kylians eyes were shut tightly, head lulling down and occasionally planting a sloppy kiss on whatever skin happened to be closest to his parted lips. His arms shift into a plank position and he nuzzles his face in your neck, body pressed firmly against you – the beads of sweat on his muscles rubbing against your middle in tandem with his thrusts that still only went in halfway. With your hands still on the globes of his ass, you clenched and pushed him deeper with your palms. 

He groans at the feeling, almost all the way inside of you. “You want it all? Huh?” He asks between gasps of air. “You want me to stretch out your tight little pussy. Take it.” He kisses you, tongue aggressively scouting your mouth. He lifts your legs up and sets them around his shoulders. 

While staring into your eyes, he snaps his hips forward until his pelvic bone was pressed deliciously on your own.

“Fuck!” You scream, feeling him so, so deep inside of you. The slightly upward curve pinned against your g-spot as he stayed still in that position. The way your strained walls grabbed him and kept him buried inside made his eyes cross for a second. He tilted his head and kissed your left knee. Your foot grazed his back when he pulled out almost all the way, and, Christ… the look he gave you was debilitating when he thrusts back in.

When you say Kylian is easy to read, you really meant it. You could stare at his face for all of three seconds and gauge his mood. It was something he actually found a little annoying sometimes; coming home after a tough day and you’d force him to talk about it before he would even get a hello out. He could say he hated your perceptiveness all he wants, but he’ll never truly convince himself of that. He loved that he could communicate with you with just a simple impression on his features. 

Now, he thrusted in and out, in and out as he gazed down at your hooded eyelids – and the look on his face was, again, one you've never seen before. 

And despite this, you just knew what it meant. You felt it in your heart. 

Love. Passion. Devotion. Care. Companionship. He'll be there for everything that is to come.

You saw your future in the shining glimmer in his irises. You saw everything. 

Tears naturally welled in your eyes, one slipped, rolling down the side of your face. There was a glint of concern in Kylian as he slowed his unforgiving pace, but you moved your hips to keep him going.

He halted his motions and was about to ask you if you were okay or if you were hurt, but your hands cradled his face and you leaned up to peck his lips. “I just love you so much.” You say, answering the question he hadn’t even asked yet. 

He lets out a deep sigh, wavering and telling. His thumb grazes over the trail of your tear, then leaves it there to stroke your skin. You gave him a light and playful spank on his right butt cheek, making you both giggle. He leaned down and kissed you feverishly – smooching once, twice, three times and pulling back only slightly.

“I love you. Je t'aime. Dieu, je t'aime tellement.” I love you. God, I love you so much. He planted sweet kisses all over your face, still smiling. “Tu es tout pour moi.” You are everything to me. 

He pulled completely out of you, leaving you empty. A whine bubbled out of your chest and Kylian traced over the crease that had formed between your eyebrows, just before inserting himself back. Your mouth opened in pleasure, a moan stuck inside your throat as he gradually powered through your tight walls, inch by fucking inch. It was a feeling of complete satisfaction when his tip collided with your sweet spot once more. Even better when the drag of his thrusts nudged it over, and over, and over, A slow pace. A gentle pace. A pace that he felt necessary for the beginning of this new chapter. 

He knew he was close, but kept his rhythm to get you there with. His hand found your clit quickly, making you jolt up, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him into you.

“Oh, shit, Kylian… God! Yes! Fuuuuck…” The heaps of praise melted like butter in Kylians ears. The sweet voice of the woman he loves praising him made his heart flutter, soaking in the feeling of your teeth sinking into his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna fill you up.” He stuttered into your hair, changing the motions of his fingers of your sensitive bud to get you there faster.

“Please, please, Kylian.” You kiss his neck, biting the skin. “Get me pregnant. Please.”

He moaned at your words, feeling like he couldn’t stop himself from orgasming for a minute longer. “Putain, je suis sur le point de... bon sang!” Fuck, I’m about to… Jesus Christ! 

It was there. Right there. His thrusts faltered, he took your face from his neck and ran his free thumb over your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as he groaned deeply. He squeezed his eyes closed as you felt his hot spurts of cum painting your walls, shooting into you delightfully until you were sure you were full. He cursed, eyes screwed shut as he continued thrusting sporadically. The feeling of it all made the knot in your abdomen pop. You screamed his name, legs shaking on his shoulder violently, toes curling, thighs shivering.

He pulled his hand away and kept fucking his cum into you through his groans of overstimulation, right until he had to gently and slowly pull out. He kept your legs pressed against your chest as he ventured down the mattress to get a better view of your pussy; his seed spilling out of you in dribbles, forcing him to stuff as much as he could back into you with his thumb. You shivered, lifting your head to watch him admire his work as if you were a piece of art he’d spent centuries perfecting. Slowly, he brought your sore legs back into a more natural position, soothing your aching muscles with a gentle massage. You were still coming down under his touch, both of you absolutely breathless. He throws himself down on the pillows next to you, whisking your hand from your heaving stomach – just holding it as you both calmed down and caught your breath. 

“Christ…” You mumbled, chuckling a little bit. You rotate your body toward him with a giddy smile on your face, cuddling into his side and kissing his cheek. He began chuckling along with you. “What if I'm pregnant right now?” You ask, excitement comfortably taking over your face. 

He shakes his head and looks at you, then down to your exposed stomach pressed against him. His hand snakes onto your middle, gently pushing you on your back as he steadied his hand right on your belly button. 

He didn't even need to say anything. His face said it all. 

The excitement of it all carried through the following weeks. It took everything in you to not tell every one of your friends and co-workers that you guys were trying. With the media breathing down your necks, it was agreed that this would be kept on the down low and you’d only announce when you were showing and could no longer hide it. Privacy was important to you both as a couple, and saying you're trying was really just a socially acceptable way of telling people you and Kylian were just constantly having sex.

Your leg bounced in anticipation as you asked your Alexa (again) how long was left of your fifteen minute timer. Kylian chewed on his thumbnail as he sat next to you on the bed with the same frustration at the slow clock ticking down, needing to know if the little stick that sat in the bathroom had one or two lines painted on it. 

“I’m not pregnant.” You say into the silence with no evidence that that was true.

He leans back, taking his raw nail away from his teeth. “You could be.”

“I don’t think I am. Wouldn’t I, you know, like, feel it, or something?”

He sighs, placing a sure hand on the small of your back. “I have no idea. I don’t know if you know this about me… but I’ve never been pregnant before.” He smiles, earning a forced grin from you. He notices the unnaturalness of your curved lips to appease his bad joke, never reaching your eyes as they darted around the room nervously. He scoots closer, hugging your shoulders comfortingly, rubbing them like it would take away your anxiety. “Whatever it says, we have time. We keep trying.” He kisses your cheek with a quirk in his smile. “I quite enjoy trying.” You huff out a laugh – a real one – and playfully jab his stomach with your elbow. 

That moment lasted no longer than a few seconds before the sound of the alarm went off. You audibly gulped down the minimal moisture in your mouth, taking a deep breath in as you both walked to the bathroom, Kylian holding your shoulders as he walked behind you into the tiled room. 

“You want me to look?” He quietly asked after you just stared at the stick that was face down on the counter, not moving a muscle or even blinking. You nod, wiping your hands on your pants. 

It felt like everything moved in slow motion when he reached for the otherwise insignificant plastic test that your future was written on. He kept the stick face down in his hand and took a deep breath in. You subconsciously crossed your fingers at your side. You’d never done that before, but you were hoping the universe would listen to your silent pleading superstition. You watch his face so intently, hyper-analyzing it before he even turns the stick in his hands. 

His eyes shot down to it and he pursed his lips with a miniscule sigh. Without saying anything else, he sets it back down on the counter and pulls you in for a hug. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you needed confirmation of your suspicions, looking over at the stick with only one single line. 

He put his chin on top of your head, squeezing you dearly. “It’s okay. It was our first try.” He murmured as you wrapped your own arms around his torso disappointingly. 

You nod despite the grave let down, having convinced yourself that it would happen now like you had both hoped. “Yeah. I don’t know why I expected to get a positive that quickly. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.”

He shakes his head, not really knowing what to say to comfort you while dealing with his own waves of sadness. Embracing each other in lieu of speaking was just as comforting, knowing you both were having the same experience together was consolation enough. 

He kisses the top of your hair with a whispered I love you, holding you, holding him. 

A/N: Part 1 of 2 (possibly 3). I'm back! Thank you to everyone for being patient with me and checking up on me through my little month hiatus. Sometimes, you just need a break and I appreciate you guys so much for being so kind through it! Huge hug and kiss to everyone here! Based on these requests (anon 1) (anon 2). And, don't worry, @megannandrewss , yours is coming in the next parts!

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[applejuicefruit]

can you write for kylian where he’s dating reader and she’s very clingy and touchy because she loves physical affection but one day they are out and he’s avoiding holding her hand and she gets very hurt please?

kylian mbappe x reader

Clingy

Physical touch was your love sign.

It was your best way to show someone you care for them, that you love them. And Kylian knew it exactly. So it hurt you when this morning you were out with your, mostly his, friends and teammates and he treated you like you weren’t even there.

You were used to hold hands in public, or, have his arm wrapped around your shoulders in a protective way so you where kinda shocked that the moment you saw Sergio and Neymar waving at the both of you, he let your hand and when you tried to hold it back he shoved you away.

You were all sat at the table of a nice coffee shop in Paris, you facing Sergio and Kylian sat next to you when he began talking with Neymar and ignoring you like you weren’t even there.

You pretended everything was fine so you cracked a laugh from time to time when Neymar made some jokes but you were fighting back your tears. You began sipping your tea in a way to distract yourself when Neymar said something you wished you didn’t hear. You were sure he didn’t mean it like that but still, you found yourself back in his words and it hurt you hearing Kylian agreeing with him.

���She was too clingy man” Neymar said to Kylian, referring to the girl he had recently broke up with “she was nice and all but please, let me breathe, she was on me all day, always wanting to hold hands…when we were at home together she was on me all day, always wanting to cuddle or hold each others…give me a break, I hate people these clingy” he joked.

“Yeah me too” Kylian said laughing too.

You felt a hole in your chest.

Kylian hated you? You didn’t understand.

He never said anything. No. Most of the times he was the big spoon, always wanting to hold you in his arms or kiss you. So why was he saying that?

Sergio gave you a concerning look, asking you if you were okay but you simply nodded.

You knew that if you talked you would burst out crying and you didn’t want to that, you didn’t want to look weak in front of your friends. And in front of Kylian. In two years of relationship he never saw you cry once. You always talked if there was something off or wrong so you never felt the need to cry because he was there right before something might happened. But this whole new behaviour was scaring you.

It’s been an hour and after that you all decided to go back home. Mostly because Sergio wanted to spend some time with his family and Neymar wanted to see his son too so you waved each others goodbye and left.

Kylian tried to talk to you during your walk back home but you ignored him. Your throat was still hurting you for all the tears you were keeping.

“Mon amour what do you want to eat?” Kylian asked you once you got back home.

“You pick…” you simply said.

“My love are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“Mh-mh” you replied back and went straight to sit on the couch. Kylian followed you and sat next to you, wanting to feel you close he grabbed your hands but you shoved him away.

“Babe you’re clearly mad at me, can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked you.

“I thought you hated clingy people” you remarked his own words.

“What? No…I never said that” he said.

“Earlier…with Neymar, you were talking how much you hated clingy girlfriends…I didn’t know I was too clingy but I won’t invade your personal space anymore and I’ll keep my distance” you said, your voice cracking a bit.

“No no no baby…listen to me” he kneeled in front of you “I didn’t mean anything I said…” he tried to explain himself.

“So why did you say it?” you asked him with a sarcastic tone.

“I didn’t mean that I swear baby…I just…Neymar broke up with his girlfriend just last week and I didn’t want him to put himself down more if he saw us together always holding hands or kissing…I wanted to show him some compassion you know?” he said back.

“No I don’t know…but I wished you talked to me instead of ignoring me for the whole morning…” you let a few tears fall but you were quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want to break in front of him.

“No baby don’t cry please…it hurts me knowing you’re crying because of me…” Kylian was quick to hug you and found yourself once again in the comfort of his arms.

“I wished you talked to me…you ignored me the whole morning and it kinda sucked” you confess him with a low voice, almost a whisper.

“I know baby I’m so sorry…it won’t happen I swear…I missed holding your hands today” he said kissing your cheek trying to wipe more tears away. You giggled at the contact of his lips on your cheeks and he was happy he was able to make you smile again.

“I think Ramos is gonna kill you tomorrow” you joked “he saw how you were ignoring me and he didn’t like it”.

“Yup. He’s gonna kill me” he agreed with you and you both started laughing. Kylian wrapped his arms around you and helped you sat in his lap while he ordered something to eat.

The day later at practice Ramos did really kill Kylian, telling him how much he didn’t like his behaviour towards you and that he had to treat you better. Of course you agreed with Sergio.

[hamiltonaf]

Can you do one with Kylian being very jealous of yn all the time and every time she talks to a guy friend he gets mad and makes a big fuss about it and yn gets tired of him and wants to leave him but then he gets upset and begs for forgiveness but she is so tired of his bullshit and want to take a break from the relationship but after 1-2 months they get back together and he got jealous again so she wants to know why he is like that and it turned out that his ex girlfriend cheated on him multiple times so he had trust issues and she assured him that she wasn’t going to do the same thing

Trust Issues | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Minor angst

A/N: Hii loves ! I’m finally back. Apologies for being MIA, I had a lot going on, plus I had writers block. I’m sorry in advance if the end is disappointing - I honestly feel like I forgot how to write lol. If you’ve sent a request before, please note that I’m working on it. Anywho, enjoy .xoxo

Never thought I’d come to a point in life where I had to cut off all my guy friends for Kylian’s sake. I’ve told myself in the past that if I had to face that in a relationship then I’m walking out. Mentally I’m playing hangman with Kylian’s name.

I love Kylian, I really do, it’s also cute at times to see him get jealous but when it comes to a point when he tells me that I need to stop talking to my guy friend then I don’t vibe with that. He’s basically saying that he doesn’t trust me.

We’ve fought, he apologised, I looked past it for us to move on, but he just crossed the line.

I went out for a friend’s birthday dinner, Kylian decided to stay back and chill at home, though he promised he would pick me up after. The birthday dinner felt like a reunion as some of us were seeing each other after years, it was great catching up with everyone, especially Daniel. Him and I were really close growing up as our parents were good friends, but since I moved and was with Kylian I rarely attended gatherings.

It was getting quite late and Kylian was delayed, I didn’t bother rushing him since Daniel was accompanying me and we were just catching up on lost time. We were stood outside the restaurant, dinner had just ended, some had left and others were in their own conversations. “So how are things going? What have you been up to ?” Daniel eagerly asked. “Well, I’m in my final year of studying so it’s been a bit much but I’m coping. How are things going for you ?” I replied. “Life is great. Can’t complain” he smiled proudly. “Still running your parent’s empire I suppose” I smiled. “Nothing has changed” he grinned.

“Good for you Dan. You’re living the dream” I half laughed. “I’m living the dream ?” He scoffed. “Yeah of course ! You’re travelling literally every other month, flying first class and living the good life” I said. “Yeah but you’re the one dating the football player !” He stated. “Speaking of him, let me just check how far he is” I paused to check my phone if perhaps Kylian called or messaged. Nothing.

Just as I locked my phone, my head turned when I heard a car rev in the distance, he’s here. “Oh look. There he is” I said as both of our heads snapped to Kylian pulling up beside us. Daniel leaned towards the car as Kylian rolled down the window, “Hey man, I’m Daniel” he introduced himself. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kylian” Kylian shook his hand. “Heard a lot about you. We should meet up soon, I’ll message (Y/N)” Daniel suggested. “Yeah sure” Kylian said lastly. “Take care bro” Daniel said before pulling me in for a hug. “Bye Dan. Until next time” I murmured. “Until then. Ciao” he said as his hand rubbed my back before breaking away from our hug.

I got into the car and immediately I could feel the tension in the air. “Hi baby” I smiled as I leaned in to kiss his cheek. He didn’t say anything or react, he just remained stiff. I knew what was coming and I wasn’t ready to face the drama for the umpteenth time. Choosing not to say anything in the car until we got home was the best decision. The second the door shut, he didn’t surprised me by being the one to bring it up. “What was that ?” He raised his voice. “What was what ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Who even was that Daniel guy ? I was there for only a minute and I could see the way he was looking at you. You both seemed to enjoy that hug a little too much” he said. I scoffed, “Are you being serious right now ?”

“Do I look like I’m joking ?” He yelled annoyed. “You have honestly lost it !” I yelled as I turned my back on him and stormed towards our room. “(Y/N) I’m talking to you !” He yelled for me as he followed me to the room. “How the hell can you say we enjoyed that hug a little too much. Are you trying to call me a cheater ?” I raised my voice as I turned around to face him. “You’re just putting words into my mouth. My point is that if another person had seen you both together, they would think you’re a couple. I don’t want you seeing him again” he said.

“You know what Kylian ? I’m done” I huffed. “What do you mean done ?” He asked baffled. “I mean that I can’t do this anymore. I can’t continue being in a relationship where my own boyfriend doesn’t even trust me or allows me to talk to other guy friends of mine without assuming I’m cheating. I’m living a lie by staying in this relationship. Go find yourself a girlfriend that you can control because I’m not that girl” I said before getting a bag and packing it with my belongings.

“Babe please don’t do this. I swear I’m not trying to control you. I’ll admit that I got jealous, okay ? But please don’t go. I love you so much, what will I do without you ?” he pleaded and tried to stop me from packing but I continued.

“No Kylian ! Today you literally crossed the line, I couldn’t care so much for the other guys you said I need to stop talking to, but the fact that Daniel and I go way back and now you want me to cut off our friendship ? He’s basically apart of my family because his parents and my parents are friends. Kylian…I’m so tired honestly of us going back and forth. It just bothers me that Daniel attempted to be your friend in that minute you met but instead you ignore all of that and insinuate that I cheated ? Get some help because I need a break from your shit…this has gone past jealousy” I said in anger, I didn’t have it in me to cry.

“(Y/N) please. I’ll change okay ? I’ll do better. But please don’t go. Please give me another chance” he begged. “Kylian I gave you way too many chances. I can’t believe how long I’ve dealt with this and didn’t leave sooner” I said as I zipped up my bag. “So that’s it ? You’re just going to throw away a 2 year relationship ?” He asked. “All I know right now is that we need space away from each other. I love you Kylian, I do, but I think it’s best for the both of us” I pressed my lips together as I threw my bag over my shoulder. “So we’re over ?” He asked teary eyed. “I- please don’t make this harder than it already is” my voice cracked as I looked up in hopes that my tears would disappear.

“Babe you can’t give up on us. We’re meant for each other” he said as he grabbed my hands and rubbed small circles at the back of them. “Kylian, consider this a break rather than a break up. We can both wisely use this time to focus on ourselves…if we’re meant to be, we’ll find our way back to each other.”

Those were the last words I’ve said to him face-to-face. I left that night and ended up staying at my parent’s house. They were surprised to see me and were quick to ask where Kylian was, I just lied that he’s travelling for an away game. 2 weeks of staying with my parents raised suspicion and they figured out that something was wrong, my mom especially. I told my mom exactly what happened and luckily she took the hint to not talk about it.

Not a day passed that I didn’t receive a message from Kylian. Countless ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’ flooded my phone daily, it wasn’t easy taking this time to focus on myself when he was on my mind all day. Whilst making his message clear, he indirectly would ask for us to talk it out and as much as it hurts, I refused. No point in us getting back together if he’s going to go back to square one.

After about a week, I caved in and started replying back to his messages. Eventually easing in to phone calls and FaceTimes. It’s been 3 weeks since that day I called on a break, today I decided it’s time to meet and talk things out.

He seemed sincere and genuine when we met, of course I couldn’t help but give him another chance. We were meeting for one week as if we were in love all over again and after that one week, we’re back together.

Daniel was in town and he wanted to meet up, I happily accepted his lunch invite and was looking forward to rekindling our friendship. Kylian was at training so I thought I’d get ready in the meantime until he was back.

“Ma chérie !” He called as he entered. “In the room, Ky !” I yelled. He came into the room and whistled behind me. “You look beautiful” he said as he placed a kiss on my neck. “Thank you babe” I blushed. “Where are you going ?” He asked as he walked over to sit at the edge of the bed. “I’m going out for lunch with Daniel” I said casually. “Wait, what !” He asked as he stood up. “Why ? I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t see him ?” He said as he changed his tone. I dropped my mascara on the counter and stood up, “Are you back to this nonsense where I can’t have guy friends ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Do you not know how the story goes about childhood guy friends falling for their girl friends ?” He stood up to stand arms length away from me. “No, Kylian ! That’s not how the story goes. Do you not know it takes two people to be in love which hello ? I’m obviously not.” I said as I started to grow angry. “(Y/N), you don’t know how a guys mind works” he said as he shut his eyes for a second. “Before I walk out of this relationship one more time, could you care to explain your reasoning behind why I can’t have guy friends ?” I raised a brow. His face softened when he heard me mention walking out.

“Babe please no . I’m sorry” he rushed over to me to hold my hands in his. I pulled my hands away from his grip, “Explain Kylian…I can’t continue entertaining this.” He sighed and dropped his head before mustering up the courage. “I have trust issues because of my ex” he admitted. I was shocked. “Well, what happened ?” I asked curiously.

“I trusted her and was never one to question anything she did until I found out she cheated on me with those guys she called her friends. Soo…I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions and assuming the worst, I was heartbroken and felt betrayed. It’s been hard for me to accept having trust. It’s not you babe, I promise I trust you, I just fear that your guy friends will convince you to leave me and walk away from our relationship. I can’t bare losing you, not again after the break” he said as he got emo. “Aww Ky” I pouted as I pulled him in for a hug. We never left each others embrace for a few minutes until Kylian broke away to kiss my forehead.

“I’m glad I got that off my chest. You deserved to know. I love you so much and I’m sorry for my behaviour. I’m trying to be a better boyfriend for you after our break so please be patient with me” he pouted. “I get it now. Thank you for being honest babe” I gave him a quick peck on his lips. “You can go out with Daniel, I won’t stop you any longer” he sighed. “Look, as your girlfriend, I want to help you through this. Remember Daniel suggested you guys going out ? Well why don’t you join us, I’ll send him a message and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. That way you have an idea of what Daniel is like and you have a peace of mind. Also, it’s not just about trusting Daniel, I would like if you and Daniel could be friends. I mean the man is practically family” I half laughed before sending a message to Daniel. “Shame I feel bad now for hating on the guy” he sighed. “Well what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him” I winked then sent the message.

[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.

[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."

[spidybaby]

Gold digger

Summary: A lost item at the airport and a miscommunication can be the end of your relationship.

Warning: cursing.

Part two

A/N: This is pure exaggeration. Please don't believe this is based on any real action. ❤️

Stress

Was a short-term for Kylian current status.

He lost his toiletry bag at the plane, even tho you fly private, he managed to lose his personal things.

"Kylian, can you please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. We have already changed the house locks, and we froze you credit cards, and they're looking for it." You say massaging his shoulders.

"I can't help but worry, that's my whole identity. I have nothing now."

He was worried because his father suffered from identity theft.

"You have something."

"What?"

"You have me," you hug him from behind. "I know it's not too much, but I'll make sure all your things return to you Kylian. Even if I have to search the plane myself."

He smiles at your reflection on the mirror.

"You're more than enough."

After a small talk, you both were getting ready for his birthday dinner, planning it, and having everything ready from where you were vacationing was hard, but you managed to do it.

When the family started to arrived, you greet everyone and made sure they were all conformable.

"Honey, can I use your bathroom, the two down here are busy."

Wilfrid asked you.

"Yes, use any of the upstairs bathrooms. You don't have to ask, please do."

Wilfrid went upstairs to his sons bathroom, he sees Ethan getting out of your room. "Gotcha," he jokes.

"Jeez, the bathroom is still busy downstairs?"

"Yes, it is. Why do you think I'm here?"

"I'll be with everyone, be careful with the hand washing, y/n got her makeup very close to there and we don't want to ruin anything."

"I'll be careful, go have fun."

Wilfrid did what Ethan told him. He was careful with your makeup.

"Oh, merde," he couldn't find a towel to dry his hands and didn't want to shake them scared to ruin something.

After looking around a little, he noticed the navy blue hand towel on top of a travel bag. Probably Kylians.

"Oh, Ethan, always so messy."

He picked the towel and dried his hands. He was about to leave when he noticed what was inside of the travel bag.

Kylian lost toiletry bag.

He grabbed it, checking it inside. Everything was there, his wallet, his keys, his documents. He was relieved that everything was there.

He was about to turn around and go find everyone to share the news, but he notice other thing.

The travel bag wasn't his son's.

It has some of your personal belongings.

"What?" He's confused about why you have it.

To be honest, he wasn't your biggest fan. He always got that feeling about you that didn't quite convince him about you.

Kylian, of course, always told him off.

But this time, he had proof.

He exists the room as fast as possible, looking for Kylian.

"Arrête, Kylian." He called when he saw him doing shots with Tchaga. "Come with me."

He was confused but did what his father told him. Wilfrid dragged him to his room.

"What is going on with you?"

"Shut up, did you find your things?"

Kylian rolled his eyes. He got asked the same question several times.

"Non."

"What if I told you that it has been on your home all this time?"

"Quoi?" He asked confused

Wilfrid walked back inside the bathroom to grab the big bag, throwing it onto the bed.

"Look inside." His father ordered him.

He does as he's told.

Opening the bag that was originally his, but after a few vacations with you, you made it your own.

When he opens the bag, the first thing he sees is his lost bag.

"You find it." He says excited. "Merde, thank you so much." He was happy. All his things are secured with him.

He's about to hug his father but notices his cold expression.

"I found it, but I found it here."

Kylians frowns.

"That's impossible."

"Is it?"

"Dad, c'mon, what are you implying?"

Wilfrid thinks his words before saying them. "She had the bag Kylian."

But he knew she didn't. He was sure his girlfriend, the one who saw him cry in distress because of the lost of the bag.

"Non."

"Kylian, why would I lied?"

"Non, there has to be another explanation."

"Oh really, then tell me what it is?"

"Don't move."

He's furious. He walks fast looking for you.

"Y/n," he called your name, noticing you and his mother were talking. "Can I borrow you for a second."

"Sure, bébé. I'll be right back."

When you started walking upstairs, he grabbed your arm and hurried your steps.

"Ouch, Ky." You tried to let go, but he wouldn't.

Once he enters the shared room, you see his father.

"Ky, let go, please. You're hurting me."

His father is looking at you with an angry expression.

"What's wrong?" You ask, arm still on his hand. "Kylian, let me go. Please."

He let go of you. He was angry, you know by looking at his face.

"I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me." He says elevating the tone. "Where is my bag?"

"What?" You were confused. "Why would I know?"

"Don't." Wilfrid says. "You sure you don't know?"

"Why would I know?" You repeat. "Kylian, what the fuck?"

He walked to the bed, where the bag you used for your things during this vacation was laying. He opens it and pulls his bag.

"Want to explain yourself?" You look at Wilfrid and then back at Kylian.

You stayed quiet, the tension was thick.

"You believe I did this?"

Kylian is not looking at you anymore. He's looking at the window.

"Kylian," you call higher this time. "You believe I did this?"

He shakes his head. "No, I know there has to be an explanation for this."

"I don't understand." You wanted to cry. "Why would I do this?"

"I'll tell you why?" Wilfrid says. "Take this as you want, but you're a broken college student. You're full of debts. Don't think we don't know that." He says harshly. "So you did it as a way of pretending someone else did it. You know all his card codes it was easy money and bye debts."

You can feel your heart breaking. You didn't know his father had that image of you. Wonder if his whole family thinks the same.

"Kylian." You say out of breath. "You think that too?"

"No, of course no." He's trying to get to you, but you're backing away. "Dad, I don't think. No. Maybe you forgot you put it there."

You shake your head. "I didn't take it. Believe me."

"Then why was it there?" The harsh tone didn't cease.

"I don't know." You start to cry. "I didn't take it, Kylian, please."

"I think," he says before kylian could talk. "You need to pack your stuff and leave. I don't trust you around my son, and I'm not going to allow you to be here seeing what you did. I'm not going to allow a gold digger to be with my son."

You feel humiliated. The man you love is hearing how his father insults you and won't bat an eye.

"Kylian." You tried one more time.

"Kylian, go outside, go back to the party."

The way he obeys his father is incredible for you. He didn't even look at you. His head is hung down.

Once he left you two alone, Wilfrid walked up to you. "Pack your stuff, and don't try anything, I'll call you a cab." You nodded, scared.

He left the room, going downstairs, he sees Kylian chugging a whole glass of liquor. He can't imagine how he's feeling.

"Hey, dad." Ethan called his father attention. "Come here."

Ethan takes his father a little far from where his brother and friends are.

"Guess what I did." He's smiling like crazy.

"I don't know, tell me."

"Well, I spent the whole day at the airport, I found Kylian bag, I know he's down because of that, y/n told me how he's all sad. So I went there and they found it with the covers of the seats at the laundry station."

Wilfrid feels his blood turn cold.

"I left it in one of his bags and covered it with the towel, I'm telling y/n so she can surprise him. Have you seen her?"

The smile on Ethan face is making him feel worse, his eyes turning to Kylian, sitting at the couch trying not to break down. All because of him.

"Merde," he turns around, looking for you.

When he opens the door, he finds uncontrollably crying, packing all your stuff.

"Y/n," he says, getting closer.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick, I'm only taking my own stuff, that I bought with my own money."

He saw how you pack, not knowing how to fix the mess he created.

"Y/n." Ethan calls. "Y/n? What are you doing?" He's now worried. "Dad?"

"Ethan, please go downstairs." You say not wanting him to see you like that. "Please, it's okay, I'm fine. Just go."

"But."

"Go, I'm fine, E."

Wilfrid feels like throwing up, even when he had treated you like crap and accused you of something so terrible, you treated Ethan with such love.

Etha runs downstairs, looking for his brother.

"Kylian, come, please. I don't know what's going on, she's crying, she's packing."

All his friends turned to him, getting worried about the angst scene the little Mbappé is on."

"Kylian, move your fucking ass."

"Don't bother Ethan, just forget about it. Go eat something and ignore everything."

Everyone is looking at Kylian with amused expressions.

"Kylian, is this about the fucking bag? Because if it is, I already told dad that I found it, it's on your dior travel bag. Now can you please come."

His eyes snapped back at his brother. "You did what?"

"I found the fucking pouch, now come upstairs quickly."

Kylian pushes his friends in order to run upstairs. Finding his father outside of the door.

"What the fuck did you do? You told me she had it." He screams. His whole family and friends are now aware of the situation. "What the fuck?"

He enters the room, finding you closing your big suitcase. "Amour, please hear me out."

"Why?" You say angrily. "So you can let your father call me a gold digger again? For you to let me get humiliated by him?"

"What?"

You both turned to Ethan and Fayza, they're standing outside of the closet.

"Dad called you what?" Ethan asks.

"Ethan, please don't get involved into this."

"No! What the fuck is wrong with you, dad?"

"Ethan," you call him. "Please, don't do this."

Fayza and Wilfrid are arguing. She's trying to understand the situation.

"You," E, says, pressing his finger hard into his brothers chest. "Let's him call her a Gold Digger?"

"He said she took the fucking bag" he justified.

"Oh and you fucking believe that?" He laughs "Kylian, your girlfriend have had your whole bank account information for years, she had been taking care of important and expensive jewelry. And you believed that shit?"

You wanted to cry again, Ethan was right. You have been helping your boyfriend with his finances for a long time now, all because you were studying a financial career.

"Y/n, darling, grab your stuff, we're leaving." Fayza says angrily. "And you, she turns to Kylian. "You disappoint me so much, how could you?"

"Fayza, it's okay, I already called a friend." You don't want his family to have a fight because of you.

"Nonsense, you're coming with me. Ethan, help her with her things." Ethan runs to you. "You don't deserve this, I'm sorry."

You let Ethan take your suitcase downstairs.

"Y/n, please amour."

"No!" You push him away. "I've never done anything for you to doubt about me. I was the one who offered you to pay for the things at the hotel, I've been the one who takes care of your wallet and watches during games or parties." You pause, taking air, you wanted to let out everything. "I rejected your help when you offered to pay for my loans, I said no. You want to know why?" You turn to Wilfrid.

At this point, both Kylian and you are crying.

"Because I'm not here for the money, I earn my own, and yes, I'm a broken college student, but I know how to work hard for what I want."

He only look at his shoes.

"Please don't go, I need you."

"No, Kylian." You laugh. "You don't need me. Why would you need someone like me? To feel more important?"

"No, amour."

"Don't call me like that." You scream at him. "I don't want to see you again, I'm done."

"Please," he begged. "What am I going to do without you?"

"I don't know, Kylian." You shake your head. "But if you ever need a gold digger, call me up. Apparently, your father thinks I'm one."

[mchlgayser]

ATTENTION WHORE!

starring: neymar x female!reader

warning/author's note: mention of a bitch trying to look like u- this is OBSESSION, neymar being sooo pissed off, not at you ofcz you're his babygworl 🥺 heavy cursing???? almost a fight scene. P.M.G ALERT ⚠️ 50% angst and 60% fluff, (no shit) I kinda hate it bcs it was chaotic not proofread

extra note: none. have a nice day xx

song suggestion: copycat by billie eilish

The call ended, you said goodbye to your boyfriend and he disconnected the call. Your head was against the pillow, eye boring on the dream catcher that hung outside your balcony, gazing as it sways left and right as the wind blew.

Just a minute ago, Ney woke you up from your beauty sleep with a call, he's practically reminding you about today's practice. He wants you to be there to watch him practice before a big game that was coming soon. After all you couldn't say no to him. You sat up stretching your joints and stood up to have a bath.

It was a long and warm bath, you had already readied a pair of clothing which is a black turtleneck along with a pair of oversized hoodies, you are wearing loose ripped pants and a G.A.P cap.

After five minutes, you are done putting on some light makeup and a pair of Nike air force. Finally, grabbing on your car key and left the room with your bag over your shoulder. One hand holding your phone and the necessity.

You get into your car and drive off to the venue where he'll be practicing.

-

It was a twenty minutes drive, minus the traffic as it was week day and parked your car on the vip basement parking lots. A few securities is guiding the site and you, with leisure walk to the entrance, one of them immediately recognized lets you in without questions but someone beat you to it. A girl in her mid-twenties, probably around your age, with hair in 'blonde' color, wavy curls coils, shoulders bumping against you. Her sharp eyes was on you the whole time but so were yours 'Yes?' She started with a harsh manner

You simply rolled your eyes at her 'I'm here for my boyfriend.' You said, eyes challenging. She scoffed 'Guards please take this delusional woman away!' She ushered but none of them budged 'Are you deaf?!' Sh yelled pointing her index finger out 'Now--'

She was cut off by a familiar voice of your boyfriend, he was running towards your direction 'Neymar--' The woman's eyes went wide, mouth agape upon seeing Neymar with arms around your body, your head hidden by his broad chest

'Sorry, I was't late was I?' You said pecking both of his cheeks and one final kiss in his lip 'No meu amor, you came right on time... Oh I see you met our new assistant manager.'

You gave the woman a nasty playful glare and give your boyfriend an innocent smile 'Yes, Let's go anjo, I wanna meet Kyky!' You implied to your friend, Kylian and he bobs

What you didn't know at the moment was a nasty, horrendous plan had come up to the woman's head. A creepy smile crept to her angel-liked features as she strutted back into her office room.

-

The next day, you came back again to the practice venue to see your boyfriend, you had also promised your friend, Kylian a fancy dinner with him today. You get in the lobby seeing a few staff eating brunch and some of them chit-chatting. You came upon your friend, Angela whom you meet months ago when she started working here and she was talking to the woman from last night.

They were intrigued with the talking until she sees you approaching 'Love, Meu Deus, how're you?!' She said, excusing herself and went to hug you, you gladly hugs her back 'Hello Angel, it's nice seeing you again!' The two of you broke the hug and the woman made her way beside Angela 'Nice meeting you again, miss Y/n' You eye her up and down and something, somewhere triggered in you. The way she's dressing. It was familiar, so oddly familiar.

Angela looks between her and you with wide eyes, she gasped 'Shit, haha Y/n, I forgot I got something to show you. It's regarding my sister's weds!' You get the hint obviously since Angela is an only child.

You hum and left with her 'You should've thinking what I'm thinking right now didn't you?!' Her voice is harsh and quiet, you half-shrugged 'Is it because she wears the same clothing I wore on your birthday party?'

She eagerly nods, you gulp the huge lump on the back of your throat 'It might be just a coincidence, I mean it can happens right?' She stopped you abruptly 'If going to your social media account to stalk you and copy you does it still means coincidence?' Your eyes was now on her, fully.

'How would you know anyway?'

She hid somewhere in the hall corner and whispered to you 'I sees her last night,' She backed away 'But she told me cus she find you pretty.' Now you didn't wanna come to any rushed decision and accuse her even though you know how shitty she was by the way she acted yesterday. You decided to set the conversation aside and just focus on today. Spending times with Ney and Kylian.

-

The practice ended, and both Ney and Kylian are now in the changing room to shower and change attires. You waited outside on the bench playing with your phone

'You are so cute Neymar!' You heard a voice approaching, you tilted your head back seeing Neymar, Kylian and Alexandria who you get to catch name is. She had an arm loosely wrapped around Ney's arm and she was laughing while Ky eyed her the whole time. You witness Ney getting uncomfortable by her constant touches so you decided to step up

'Hand to yourself please!' It didn't came out serious but playful. You stare up at her as she slowly lets go and let out a short awkward laugh 'Awh party pooper!' She mocked you.

You didn't said anything after that and let her be, Kylian told you that he's and Neymar are ready to leave. He had already reserved a table for you three and now was finally the time to leave the venue. Alexandria perks her ears at this 'You three are having dinner together? Cool can I tag along!' It wasn't a permission but an order. She wanted to come along

Both Kylian and Neymar didn't wasted a second and said no but your answer is a yes 'Sure.' You shrugged. Ney shot you a confused look but you held his hand tighter.

-

The food is placed down, and Alexandria is having her best time laughing and trying her best to get both Ney's and your friend's attention. Keyword, trying. Both of them didn't pay her any of that and instead acts like she doesn't even exist. You had to purse your lip most of the time to stop yourself from laughing out loud at her attempts.

'So Y/n what do you think if I dyed my hair (your hair color)? Do you think it'll suit me.' From the corner of your eye, you see Kylian uncomfortably shifting on his seat, you smile back at her, eyes creasing 'That'll look good, definitely!' She smirk and bobs her head up and down 'Great!'

The conversation goes on, and you unintentionally left Alexandria out of the conversation, joking around with your two best guys, some times eyeing her to see she's been playing with her food, head down and awkward.

'Don't remind me of that!' Ney complained at you, Kylian is laughing his ass off at the two of you 'That was legit hilarious! The fact that he, himself didn't notice it just makes it ten times funnier' He snorts.

Alexandria huffs loudly averting the two attentions on her 'You guys left me out' She pouted, grumbling incoherent words to act naturally cute, Ney faked a silent gag at that and you pushed him giving him a stern glare. This time he pouts mumbling stuff

Alexandria soon leave, Kylian following suit ten minutes later. You and Ney are still walking, taking a breather together at the park, hands in hands gazing on a starry night atmosphere 'Has Alexandria been giving you hard times?' You eyed up at him and let a small toothy grin 'Nah, not yet.'

'It's been almost half an hour, wanna go home?'

'Please...' He wrapped his arm around your shoulder directing you to the car and driving to your both's shared apartment.

-

Two days went by after that, and for that, you haven't come by once to the venue because of your hectic work. Ney is understanding so it wasn't much of a problem since you have already promised him to drop by today, your vehicle parked and you entered the place. It was empty only a few stuff passing by. The players must been practicing, you thought walking to the main field and as you strut you came across Alexandria. Oh how you felt like shit that day was. She had her hair in (your hair colour), wavy curls just like you did but it was slightly longer. You feel nothing but anger. Her heels too. She was wearing the same pair as you. The one Neymay got you on your birthday which is also the same date as you both anniversary.

She was smiling, walking up the tunnel towards you 'Oh what a coincidence, we look very similar today!' How badly you wanted to pluck those teeth of hers. That wicked smile never wore off of her face. That disgustingly beautiful hazel brown doe visions.

Two steps away from her and you scoff 'Aren't you looking stunning today? I hope you car got flat tyre in the middle of the wood.' You barked back at her intentionally bumping her shoulder against yours 'And, please... Stop being so fucking pathetic and go fuck yourself somewhere else, needy whore.' The sound of heels clicking against the floor clearly heard along with her rigid and fast breath. Her chest heaving up and down is a violent manner.

You saw Neymar doing two touches with his teammate as you seat on the bench and watch him practice, Alexandria came again taking a seat beside you 'Y'know, it was't so bad hearing you barked like a dog earlier, can't wait for it in the future.'

'What future? You'll get hit by a truck tonight.'

Never spare her a glance, you wave your hand at your boyfriend after making contacts, she swatted your hand down and Neymar who clearly sees everything are not exactly pleased by it.

You glare at her, taking her wrist in your arm and start squeezing it 'You really should stop pissing me off, I don't wanna get into a fight with a low life bitch like you.' didn't get the enough chance to dodge it, Alexandria placed a loud and hard slapped across your cheek 'Who's a bitch now huh?!' You exhaled a long sigh, putting your bag down and stood up towering over her small figure, your hand made its way to the back of hair as she yelps in pain, slapping your hands both telling you to stop but it all fell on deaf ears.

'I warned you. To stop. Being. A. Bitch.' Punctuated each words with an echoing slap. Neymar rushed to you pulling you away from her, she fell to her butt and cries, a few strands of her hair was on the palm of your hand, you cringed waving your hand to get it off 'It hurts you bitch!' She screamed, you scoff turning away from her, Neymar turns to her 'Now, don't call my amor that you filthy woman, I've keep up with you this whole time not for you to talk shit and call my girlfriend names, now even dressing up like her, dyeing your hair to look like her. You are delusional. You need helps.' Neymar bursted, eyes raging with pure anger and rage.

She sniffle, looking down on the floor 'You should just pack up your things and leave or we gonna make it harder for you.' Mbappe confessed in a playful state. She started scurrying like a mice bowing her head at you thousand times and left, running.

You moaned feeling relieved that she's finally left, right now all you wanted was to go home and rest. This is a long day after all. Neymar stay behind comforting you with kisses and hugs 'Do you wanna go home now minha princesa?' You gaze up on him 'Can't I?' Neymar did not wait a second and left with you afterwards.

[pedrithink]

love is not easy ✩ kylian mbappé

summary: everything seems more difficult when you are the shadow of your older sister and Kylian and her are in love with each other.

Your life has always been about being your sister's shadow and you understand, Ana is incredible. You are so proud of the person she is and extremely grateful that you were chosen to be her sister. But, I don't know? the feeling of emptiness, of never feeling good enough and of always being the second choice in people's lives hurts you a lot.

The way you will always be inferior to her hurts you and you know that no matter what you achieve, she will always achieve something greater and be more glorified for it. Your parents love you, you know that. But, Ana is special and they never let you forget that. To always be in second place, to always feel inferior. Even though when several people are with you, the world seems to be different, the sun seems to be warmer, and the light more intense.

Your thoughts disperse when Ana enters the room dressed in a long black dress and a lot of jewelry adorning her body. "Hey, my little pumpkin. I'm leaving, Kylian is already waiting for me outside." Kylian. Your heart races just hearing that name. "He asked me to check again if you're sure you don't want to go."

Kylian has known you since he was 11 years old (You having 9 and Ana having 11), you saw him as he left for another country to pursue his dream of playing soccer and to come back to Paris and become the world star he is today.

You can't ignore and lie that you have always been in love with him, these feelings didn't come out of nowhere. At the age of 15, when he came into your room and opened up to you, that's when it all started. He revealed all his fears and insecurities and his sincerity so openly, you could only look into those dark eyes and feel bad for falling so intensely in love with someone who was perfect for your sister.

Your parents always expected and made sure that Kylian and Ana would become a couple, and every time they went out together, like now, your heart would tear a little more. It's always been this way and it always will be.

So, during these last few days, you've been trying to ignore Kylian as much as you can to try to make these feelings go away. If pretending they don't exist didn't work, you hope that this way it will. You know it's not fair to him, but you just can't stand to feel it anymore.

You just feel your cell phone vibrating and try to shut off your brain from these painful thoughts, you seem to enjoy hurting yourself by trying to imagine a reality where Kylian would choose you over Ana. You know that's impossible.

Ky <3: Is everything okay?

Ky <3: I can't help but get upset every time you refuse to go to an event with me.

You let out a weak smile. Kylian, unconsciously, was the reason for your pain and, at the same time, was the only person who could make you feel completely alive.

You: i'm fine :)

You: enjoy tonight, mbappé. you deserve it, my world champion. <3

You try to turn off your phone so your brain doesn't activate the curiosity mode and you end up on twitter or instagram, you're not in the mood to hurt yourself by seeing so many pictures of Kylian with Ana right now. It's ok to feel sad because he doesn't feel the same way, but not torture yourself.

Trying to fall asleep when so much is going on around you is so hard. You just want to try to stop thinking about what they must be doing right now, you just want all this feeling of over 8 years to just go away. It's not fair to feel all of this alone, to endure all of this alone. Kylian is in love with Ana and she is in love with him. You have to accept this and move on with your life.

As you try to dispel these exhausting thoughts, your mind will shut down and you will finally be able to sleep.

The next morning, as you are walking down the stairs towards the kitchen, you hear different footsteps. Ana is not so cheerful in the morning, actually, she has always been a night person.

As you enter the kitchen you are startled by the figure of Kylian preparing breakfast.

He turns around and is startled by your totally static presence. "Hey, beautiful." Kylian approaches you to deposit a kiss on your head. "Are you running away from me? I've missed you these last few days."

You let out a nervous laugh and disperse from the half-hug Kylian has formed. "Of course not, Ky." You pick up a mug and pour in some of the coffee Kylian prepared this morning. "I'm just busy with college, that's all."

He doesn't believe you because he knows you, he can tell for sure when you are lying: "If you don't want to go out with me, you don't have to lie." He makes it obvious that he's upset that you keep running away from anything involving him.

"It's not that, Ky. It really isn't." You snap back and take his hand while leaving a caress, moving your thumb up and down his hand. "It's just that…Ana does better in your world." You let out a weak laugh to try to get him to relax, you don't know, but he's afraid of losing you. "I'm weird, you know."

He makes a disapproving expression under your self-deprecating manner and pulls you into another hug. "My world is only the one that can fit you, there is nothing about me that you are not included."

With your heart racing you detach yourself again from the embrace formed by Kylian and try to ignore that girl in love look your brain almost commands you to make. It's surreal, it seems that this feeling will never go away. Loving Kylian is a part of you.

You are so lost in this moment with Kylian that you only realize that Ana is there when he turns to deposit a kiss on her head. "Good morning, how are we today?" Ana hugs you and deposits a kiss on your cheek, she stays for a few minutes hugging you from the side until she leaves to get some coffee.

You try to ignore and put out of your mind all that moment with Kylian and what he said, you're tired of torturing yourself this way. Kylian doesn't like you and it's time to you got over it and moved on.

When we are all present for breakfast, you try to ignore all curiosity, but it overcomes you. "How was yesterday?"

You notice the way Ana lets out a weak laugh as she stares at Kylian. "It was good, pumpkin. It's always nice to be surrounded by this guy here." He winks at her and briefly strokes her hair. "What about yours? How was it?"

"Normal, same as always."

When you finish eating, you stand up and quickly say that you will go upstairs to your room. Ana and Kylian find it strange that you are so distant, since you have always been a lively person in the morning and always, literally always, started the conversation when you guys are at the breakfast table. Ana keeps it in mind to ask you later what is going on.

While you just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. You love Ana and you love Kylian, please don't misunderstand. You are happy for them, but the pain consumes you. The pain can be bigger than anything you have seen in the past eight years. You always had it in mind that they would end up together, but you didn't know that you were not ready for when this moment finally came. The feeling of unrequited love is different, intimate, merciless. It is like throwing a ball into the sky and it, defying gravity, disappears. And it is impossible not to stand there waiting for it to come back.

Keeping a feeling in silence is very bad, but, sometimes, you have to stop, reflect and feel it yourself. And you can't choose how you feel, but you can choose what to do about it. And now you know for sure that you will do everything to forget Kylian.

part 2 / part 3

note: so...let me know if you want a part 2 or 3 for this :* xx

[siriusly-parker]

girlies… where are the football player’s fanfics?? c’mon this is the World Cup ✋😩 plz feed me some

[loviingpedri]

now that we don’t talk - kylian mbappe

prompt: life after losing your best friend and favorite ex boyfriend

warnings: cursing, grammar issues, mentions of toxicity in relationships

credits to owners for all images

it seemed life was going good for him. another picture of leaving a party with a different girl was trending yet again.

it appears that he was happy. that was just acting. it was obvious he became anxious because of cameras. he was scared that you would see the pictures. his brand new haircut with the style that he knew was your favorite. he was practically living in riches and style.

he was a completely new person. yet, you could only think of his old ways. it was difficult knowing he promised he wouldnt change, but money was the only thing that convinced him to change. your relationship with him was perfect. he spoiled you. he use to care so much about you. you didn’t know how hard it was for him to simply separate life and passion.

it was a complete flashback to you. you were reminiscing how much you missed him, but you couldn’t help to remind yourself how he fucked you over. nothing could’ve got you to yell about something you love. except him, of course. everyday, you think about how you called your mother after the breakup. constant crying and her words trying to calm you.

“maybe it was for the best.” she said. it wasn’t. you gave everything to him, but he kept getting distant. little did you know, he went insane after losing you. his constant panic attacks without you. how he would have to go to public events without you squeezing his hands. communication had to be completely cut off or it was all for nothing.

and you know his friends were proud at first. kylian only told him his side of the story. how being single was the true fate of him. how life would be so much better having free-will. you wondered what he said to his friends knowing that they have some sympathy for you now. constantly checking up on you as the pictures were released. it was obvious kylian was suffering and made it apparent to his friends if they’re trying to reach out.

“get it off your chest y/n.” said your mother. and that’s exactly what you did. the biggest argument led to kylian walking out. it was officially over. no more answering his calls and texts begging for you back.

throwing away the shit you pretended to like to fit for his house. no more faking your opinions only for him to think your minds were alike. no more pretending you liked the yacht knowing you got heavily sea sick. no more having to go to basketball games in a foreign country and missing family events. no more having to hear degrading thoughts and opinions online or from his friends.

clearing up your thoughts, your phone rang.

from the famous, kylian mbappe.

you wanted to stop yourself, but you couldn’t help it. he was going to continue chasing you.

“hello?”