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cialovesklopp · 4 months

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une journée a trois ➻ k.mbappe

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

pairing – kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

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

word count — 10.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

amara shrugged. “it was our little secret.”

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amara.imani and k.mbappe

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

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liyah_clark the audacity to not tell your best friends that we’re becoming aunts

graceywood can’t believe she hid it from us 😔, i think we don’t mean anything to her anymore

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psg félicitation a vous deux ❤️💙

equipedefrance félicitation de toute l'équipe de france

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kipembe3 la bébé de la team va avoir un bébé, trop hâte

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kehlani ohh i’m gonna be auntie kehlani soon 🥹

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graceywood auntie grace is ready for her duties

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username i’m not even mad anymore she canceled her tour

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achrafhakimi finally. it was so hard keeping it a secret and not telling you i knew

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tchaga_ felicitations a vous deux. je vous souhaite le meilleur

k.mbappe 🫶🏾

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m doing that. it won’t go in.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“are you talking about anaïs?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— did you see mummy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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judebelle · 4 months

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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.

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lfcslut · 1 year

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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."

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graneymar · 1 year

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Could you write neymar x reader

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

#7. NEYMAR: DRUNK IN LOVE

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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photmath · 9 months

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13 Laughing Emojis | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Summary: Wanting to see Barbie during Kylian's transfer incites chaos on Twitter.

Word Count: 1.5k (blurb)

Warnings: cursing, kissing, perhaps typos, transfer??, mention of barbie but no spoilers, brief social media usage

Note: To get me back in the writing mood before I drop a 10k chapter of Comme Les Fleurs. Also my first time adding a Twittter section---never again!

Kylian’s phone would not stop ringing as the two of you laid in the cushions of the couch. He would grumble with each vibration, kissing your forehead and whispering his sorry’s before carefully slipping out of the couch to answer the call.

There were days where his phone would constantly ring, especially when he was away from his mother. Some mornings you would find the other side of the bed empty, him already awake and talking in the kitchen with Fayza. She’d greet you as if you had been there this entire time, shoving a cup of coffee in your hand and ushering you to sit down next to Kylian. He would give you a sympathetic smile, kissing your forehead while rubbing circles on your back.

You had always been in Paris, your life was here. Your friends and family, they all lived down the street of your childhood home.

Kylian told you late at night, after coming back home from a disappointing loss. He said he wasn’t renewing, that he’d leave PSG in a year and start a new adventure. You were excited, wanting him to make his dream come true of playing with Real Madrid but you thought you’d have a year to get it settled.

Now, practically hidden in the shadows of Madrid, you were growing restless, wanting to feel the breeze or even the sweltering sun outside.

“No, mi amor, we can’t go out—”

“You know I’m good with disguises,” you scowl.

He pulls you into his chest, his lips meeting yours in a chaste kiss, “What do you want to do?”

“Anything, Kylian,” you groan. Your hands clasp around the nape of his neck, staring down at the overgrown stubble he was refusing to shave, not that he had the time. Having to pack your bags with haste before catching a private jet to Madrid, none of you had time to double check vanities and necessities.

His hands slide down to your thighs straddling him, squeezing them lightly before tracing your bottom to settle on your back. His eyes narrow almost immediately, a smirk drawing on his lips, “Anything?”

“No,” you smack his chest although his eyes don’t leave your lips. “Can I just walk around the lobby?”

He shakes his head with a frown, “Come on, amor, you know you shouldn’t. One more week, yeah?”

“I didn’t have to come this early,” you grumble.

You were hesitant about leaving, of course you were. You only had two months to gravitate that you were uprooting your entire life with the same boy who would knock on your door everyday with a flower he picked from the neighbor’s yard. You knew what you were getting into, but for his transfer to be regarded as the most talked about, the most sought out one, nothing could’ve prepared you for the way the media would’ve twisted the entire saga. Every hour they mentioned Kylian news, whether it was true or not.

You have been here before, hell multiple times now. People would stop you at your job, recognizing you and asking what Kylian was going to do. But this time it was different, it was official. Kylian was in Madrid, ready to be presented within a week.

Kylian’s hand moved to your cheek, his smile straining to not diminish, “Do you want to go home?”

His eyes go tender, taking one of your hands and pressing a kiss against the bone of your wrist. He’s gentle, the lamp’s incandescent light glowing against his cheek as his dark eyes await your answer. Warmth encompasses you almost instantaneously the longer your stare at him.

You don’t feel the lull of wanting to retreat back to Paris. You don’t feel the guilt for leaving so suddenly, for resenting the year’s notice you suddenly no longer had. All the mornings, nights, and dates interrupted by phone calls and meetings. You were used to them, yet sometimes they still made you upset. Kylian was always attentive to your subtle change in emotions, making up for the lost time in the sweetest of ways, but it was only a reminder of what you were to experience for the rest of your life.

You shake your head, snapping out of your trance, “No, why would I go there? You aren’t there.”

A small smile forms, “If you ever want to visit, don’t hesitate to tell me, yeah?”

“Of course.”

He craned his neck to kiss you, chuckling within it, “If you want to leave, we need to go somewhere that’s private.”

“You’ll be surprised with what strings I can pull.”

“Yeah?” he raises his brows. His arms secure around your back and swiftly lays you against the couch. “What strings can you pull, belle?”

“Two tickets to Barbie!” you snicker.

He scrunches his nose, “There’s people there.”

“No, I called around and found a place that is very private, big names go there. They have a separate entrance and everything,” you reason. His hips dip down to meet yours, a huff escaping you as he plants his deadweight against you. You laugh, snaking your arms around his shoulders.

His eyes crinkle, “You were going to go with or without me, weren’t you?”

The mischievous grin grows before you can stop it, “Maybe.”

“Ow,” he feigns before collapsing on top of you to kiss you. His stubble scratches against your chin, and you nearly push him off hadn’t he been Madrid’s most prized possession at the moment. “I’ll buy the tickets after this.”

You pull away from his kiss, "We have to wear pink!"

"Pink?"

"Please."

"You don't have to beg, love," he snickers. "Of course we will wear pink. I have a shirt."

"Oo," your eyes widen, "the one that exposes your chest?"

He nods, finally quieting you down with a kiss.

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Kylian knew to shut off his phone before the movie started, you followed as well. The both of you hated interruptions at movies and it wasn’t like the two of you went to a cinema often.

Once the credits begin the roll, Kylian presses his lips against your nose upon hearing your sniffles. You pushed him away, not wanting him to see you crying although it was nothing new. He chuckles, sliding his phone out of his pocket and turning it on.

Within seconds of his phone loading, it’s bombarded with notifications.

“Sheesh,” he whispers, briefly scrolling through them. Your eyebrows furrow when you see your name within his messages, something about your Twitter.

Your eyes bulge, “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What?” he mutters, turning towards you and then turning back to his phone. He brings his phone closer to his eyes, reading along the messages that his mother and other family members have sent him. “Amor?”

Turning on your phone seems to be the most difficult task in the world, nothing wanting to load and Twitter glitching as you tap your profile. “Fuck!”

“Bébé, why is Mom talking about your Twitter, that you—posted something?”

Once the tweet finally loads, you realize in horror that your account was no longer private. Your last tweet had reached 500 thousand likes and millions of views. Your cheeks burn as you turn towards Kylian, who’s still focused on his messages instead of his Twitter.

“I think…” you start. Kylian’s head snaps in your direction at the sound of your trembling voice. His phone slips out of his grip and bounces against his thigh, landing on the floor. He doesn’t glance at it, only scanning your face for answers. “When Lana was playing with my phone yesterday, she might have made my Twitter public. When I had her in my lap, she was looking through my photos, and then I got distracted with us talking to Melissa. I’m sorry.”

You hand him your phone as he reads the tweet, skimming down to the comments and reading the first few. You wait for his face to change. You wait for anything to happen but nothing changes. The crease near his brow is still etched, his breathing ragged. Perhaps you were expecting anger? Disappointment? But none of it came.

He blows a raspberry, suddenly chuckling while handing you your phone back, “Amor, that has a lot of views.”

You cover your face with your hands, “Your mother is going to kill me. Kylian I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think to check—”

“It’s okay,” he leans towards you, his hands pull yours away from your face and clasps them. “I’m not mad. She’s not mad either.”

You were still too shocked to cry, despite feeling the bubbling and choking feeling in your throat. However, he seemed relaxed about it, his eyes twinkling as the lights turned on in the private area the two of you were in. He could only smile as he pulled your head into his chest.

“No te preocupes, mi amor. It’s not your fault. You might’ve just broken Twitter like that tweet said, but you didn’t do anything wrong. It was going to be announced anyway. I can just subtweet it with a bunch of laughing emojis and boom, all the attention will be back on me. You’re okay,” he kisses your forehead. “We’re okay.”

You nod against his clothed chest, hearing and feeling the rumbles of his giggles. Even amidst his transfer bomb, he was still laughing and being the most unserious man you were used to.

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Note: Now let's all gather around in a cirle, draw our hands together and manifest a transfer asap (and for this man to continue being unserious).

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kylianspinkyring · 1 year

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kylian talking you through it

notes: idkkkkk its just straight smut ngl no plot whatsoever

warnings: smut, smut, all of the above

“oh” he groaned lowly. “fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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greedyhoneyz · 1 year

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What’s Mine Is Yours — part one

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: expensive gifts are a must for an expensive girl.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: fluff. reader is spoiled.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ final notes: decided to make this into a short series, inside of writing about one specific day due to the way i wrote this. but enjoy!

“I love you.” Her dulcet yet feathery voice played like a melody in Kylian’s ear. It soothed his heart and tickled the butterflies in his stomach as he strung his fingers across her spine. He watched her diligently, examining her delicate features, her breath breezing against his face. Whilst she beamed up at him, bliss shimmering in her eyes, squeezing him tight. She pulled Kylian in closer, her affectionate gaze strung on his lips as they twisted, left and right.

“J’ai quelque chose pour toi.” (I have something for you.) Kylian was gentle, doting with (name), pecking her forehead as he slowly pulled away from her tight grasp.

“What?” Her words trailed breathlessly on her tongue as Kylian stepped back, pulling his arms behind his back. She eyed him closely, her brows furrowing together and intertwined her fingers together.

“Donne-moi une seconde.” (Give me a second.) Kylian held up his finger, urging (name) to wait before disappearing into his bedroom closet.

There were a few seconds of silence, then another few seconds of Kylian rummaging before he called out. “Ferme tes yeux!” (Close your eyes.)

(name) retorted quickly. “Pourquoi?” (Why?)

“Fais-le juste!” (Just do it!)

Mumbling under her breath, (name) slowly closed her eyes and waited, swaying quietly in the still air. She could hear Kylian’s footsteps grow closer and closer till he stopped, his dark figure blowing a shadow over her eyelids. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the foot of his bed, and helped her sit.

“Puis-je ouvrir les yeux maintenant?” (Can I open my eyes now?)

“No.”

Peering down at the bag dangling from the tips of his fingers, Kylian smiled. He lifted it, it’s shuffling catching (name) off guard.

“Kylian, qu'est-ce que c'est?!” (Kylian, what is that?!) She sputtered nervously, flinching.

“Calme-toi,” (Calm down,) Kylian cackled, slowly placing the shopping bag on (name’s) lap. “Là. Vous pouvez ouvrir les yeux maintenant.” (There. You can open your eyes now.)

“Êtes-vous sûr?” (Are you sure?) (name) fidgeted anxiously.

“Oui.”

Kylian observed quietly as (name’s) eyes hesitatingly fluttered open. She peered at him from between her lashes before slowly averting her gaze to her lap.

“What’s this?” (name) queried curiously.

Slowly, she reached into the shopping bag and sifted through the piles of tissue paper funnelled to the top, unveiling a gift box. She lifted it carefully, her eyebrows raised.

Kylian could feel his heart explode with pride at the glint of realisation leisurely sparkling in (name’s) eyes as she read over the words etched on the box. She blinked, reading the words over again and again and again, sounding out each syllable without a word escaping her mouth until it finally felt right.

Raising her head, her mouth agape, (name) leapt onto her feet, her eyes gleaming with joy as she proceeded to shriek from the top of her lungs. “Ah!”

She bounced around in circles for a few brief seconds, her gift tightly locked in her arms and launched onto Kylian. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Est-ce que tu vas l'ouvrir?” (Are you going to open it?)

(name) paused, realization hanging over her face, and slowly dropped her legs from around Kylian’s waist. “Oh.” She gaped.

It was quick for (name) to find herself back at the foot of her boyfriend’s bed with him beside her as her hands tenderly caressed the leering box on her lap.

Shuffling in her seat on Kylian’s bed, her thighs pressed together, (name) slowly cuffed her fingers around the top of the box and lifted it. Placing the box behind her, she glanced inside the black box and began fiddling through the neatly folded black tissue papers. She merely blinked at the card signed to her, before blowing a gentle breath once her eyes landed on the black dust bag.

Like a child on Christmas day, (name) gleamed with warmth and childlike glee. Her eyes twinkled with fascination, her mouth curved into a smile as she loosened the dust bag, practically frothing at the mouth and steadily lifted her bag.

“Do you like it?” Kylian knew it was useless asking such a question after the rollercoaster of emotions (name) performed just moments before. However, it would have satisfied his ego to hear her tender voice say yes.

Sharply turning to Kylian, (name) beamed. She reached out towards him, climbed onto her knees, and wrapped her arm around his neck. She gawked at him, blinking aimlessly and caught him off as she pressed her lips against his.

They sat still together, enmeshed in their bubble of love before (name) pulled away, Kylian love-struck and swollen. “I love it.”

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blossom-works · 6 months

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Girlfriend Shenanigans

Request: Kylian getting hypnotized by his girlfriend

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

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

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

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

"Tik-Tok."

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

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

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

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

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

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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i have something in my mind

could you write kylian having an important meeting but readers at home and she’s sick and she calls kylian but he doesn’t answer and when he comes home he sees her like she fainted or she’s very sick?i need some comfort kylian , 😊 thank you

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Ugh I love 'comfort someone who is sick' scenarios, they are always so cute to me (': Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I conveyed your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You're lying in bed, feeling absolutely terrible. Your head is pounding, your nose is stuffy, and your body feels like it's on fire. You know you need more medicine to help with your fever, so you grab your phone to text your boyfriend, Kylian.

You type out a message asking him to bring you more medicine. You wait anxiously for a response, but none comes.

You start to feel frustrated and helpless. You're in so much pain, and you need his help, but you don't want to seem too needy as well. You try to distract yourself by watching TV or reading a book, but you can't focus on anything.

As time passes, you start to feel worse. You're so uncomfortable, and the pain seems to be getting worse. You decide to try texting Kylian again, hoping that he's finished with whatever he is doing and can come to your rescue.

But once again, there's no response. You feel like you're in agony, and you don't know what to do. You start to worry that something might be seriously wrong with you. You try to call Kylian, but his phone goes straight to voicemail.

You're feeling so alone and helpless, and it's making you even more anxious. You wish that you had someone to take care of you, but you know that Kylian is a very busy man and you don't want to bother him.

Meanwhile, Kylian is in a very important meeting with Nike, discussing a collaboration that could potentially skyrocket his career to new heights. The room is filled with executives, all intently focused on the discussion, their eyes trained on Kylian as he presents his ideas and strategies that he has been meticulously working on for months. He is confident and articulate, impressing everyone in the room with his creativity and expertise.

As the meeting reaches its final stages, Kylian's phone vibrates loudly on the table, interrupting the otherwise silent atmosphere. His phone is upside down, so he cannot see who is blowing up his notifications. He lets out a small laugh in front of the executives and reaches for his phone, apologizing for the interruption, and quickly silencing it.

As the meeting comes to an end, Kylian turns on his phone while walking back to the car. The notifications are coming in slowly since the phone has restarted, but he sees there are multiple missed calls and messages from you. He tries to call you back, but there is no answer. He feels a growing sense of concern, wondering what could be wrong. Kylian calls again, but there is still no answer. He starts to worry that something might be seriously wrong now and quickly gets into the car, practically speeding to the house you two share.

As Kylian drives, his mind races with all the possibilities of what could be wrong. He remembers that you mentioned feeling a bit under the weather starting last night,, but he didn't think it was anything serious. Now, he starts to wonder if he should have taken your symptoms more seriously. Before turning into the neighborhood, he is stopped by a red light, causing him to groan in frustration. He picks up his phone and goes to the messages, finally seeing all the messages you sent hours ago. He feels terrible for not being there for you.

Once the light turns green, Kylian quickly stops at a local CVS to pick up medication. Luckily, it is nighttime, and there are not many people out, so he is able to use the self-checkout without any delay. As he rushes home, Kylian's mind is filled with worry and guilt. He hopes that he can make it up to you and provide the care and attention that you deserve.

Kylian's heart pounds in his chest as he frantically searches for you, his mind racing with worry. When he finally spots you in the living room, his heart sinks at the sight of your weakened state. You look so pale and fragile, as if a gentle breeze could knock you over. He rushes to your side, setting down the medication and taking a seat beside you. He gently places his hand on your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from your body, realizing that you have a fever. Kylian's heart aches at the sight of you in this condition.

You let out a soft groan as Kylian's hand brushes your forehead, sending sharp waves of pain through your head. You slowly open your eyes, feeling Kylian's concerned gaze on you. You try to speak, but he quickly silences you with a gentle shake of his head, "I'm so sorry, my love. Stay still and let me take care of you now." He leans down to kiss your forehead lightly, being sure not to cause any unnecessary movement.

Kylian's sole focus for the next few hours is taking care of you. He knows that you haven't eaten all day, and so he prepares some porridge for you. He carefully places a small amount in a cup and brings it over to you, helping you sit up so that you can eat. He even adds your medication to the porridge, knowing that it will be easier for you to take. You are extremely nauseous, but Kylian remains calm, reassuring you and helping you take the medicine.

Once you've finished eating and taking your medication, Kylian scoops you up gently in his arms and carries you to the bedroom. He places you softly on the bed, making sure that you are comfortable and have everything you need. Throughout the night, Kylian remains by your side, checking your temperature, bringing you water, and comforting you with soothing words. He feels guilty that he wasn't there for you earlier, but he is determined to make up for it by being the best partner possible.

Eventually, the medication starts to take effect, and your fever begins to subside. You drift off to sleep, with Kylian sitting beside you, holding your hand, feeling grateful that he can be there for you when you need him the most. As the night wears on, Kylian's focus remains solely on you, forgetting about his work responsibilities and everything else. His only concern is your well-being, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you recover quickly.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 9 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 • 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

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

Genre: fluff

Warning: pregnant reader, pregnant with girl, kylian can drive in this

Pairing: kylian mbappe x f reader

Word count: 800+

Author note: trying to keep this fandom alive

Kylian Masterlist

Enjoy

Outside the bedroom window the birds chirped to one another. Inside you were in your cozy bed with the love of your life and your unborn baby.

You woke up to a hand rubbing your waist gently. cracking open your eyes, you were met with your fiancée kylian staring at you with a soft smile on his face. He always got up before you so this was no surprise.

“good morning Mon amour.”

You smiled sleepily at him. “Good morning.” turning over to your back you sighed. Your hand found your bump and you rubbed it softly.

“Can I talk to the baby?”

You looked up at kylian seeing him smile at you, waiting for your consent. His hand had already found your belly like it did every morning.

The moment you found out you were pregnant kylian was ecstatic. He loves kids and always wanted to be a dad and now that his dream was finally coming true he couldn’t help but soak up every moment of your unborn baby before they came into this world.

“Of course you can ky, but I don’t think she’s awake.”

Kylian chuckled knowing he’ll wake her up.

He pushed the duvet back exposing your belly. He leaned down kissing your stomach a couple of times. He placed the side of his face against your stomach.

"Bonjour ma princesse . Maman et moi venons de nous réveiller” (good morning my princess. Me and mama just woke up)

You felt a kick at your stomach. Your little bean was awake.

“Que devons-nous faire aujourd'hui ? Doit-on faire du shopping ? (What should we do today. Should we go shopping)

You felt another kick and kylian smiled. “she said we should go shopping today

“did she now?” You laughed, your hand going to his head as he kissed your belly before nodding.

“well I can’t say no to my baby. Let’s spend the day shopping.”

You and kylian got up and dressed. He drove you down to the mall where you both were going to shop.

Kylian honestly dreed going into public settings. Ever since you got pregnant he was very protective. He didn’t want anyone getting anywhere near you and that was hard with his status.

“do you think our little princess will love blue?” You picked up the blue flowered covered dress showing kylian.

“I think she’ll love anything we get her and if she doesn’t we’ll take it back.” Kylian smiled at you making you smile.

“ok well we’ll get it.” You handed kylian the dress to hold for you. Next you were off to the baby shoe section. Kylian loved when you visited this section because you were always in awe about all the tiny shoes.

“Ky ky look at these tiny sandals!” You held them up to him. Kylian laughed watching how your eyes lit up.

“We need to get these for her. They’ll go good with that blue dress.” Kylian took the shoes from you and let you continue looking around.

It wasn’t long before he was spotted in the shop by a couple of fans. They approached him.

“Mbappe, can we get a picture?”

You watched as kylian shook his head. “no, not today. I’m here with my wife. Sorry.”

Even though disappointed, the fans walked away. You walked over to kylian, “you didn’t have to do that you know.”

“I know, but today is our day Amour. Today is all about you and our baby.”

You smiled at him. “ok, well since today is all about me and the baby, I think we should go get ice cream since that is what me and the baby want.”

Kylian of course agreed and you both were off. You stopped at the ice cream shop. Kylian went inside and grabbed your ice cream.

A few minutes later he returned.

“two scoops Cookie dough for you.” Kylian handed you your ice cream and you thanked him.

Kylian drove the car somewhere private before parking. You both ate your ice cream and made conversation.

While you were lost in your ice cream, kylian sat there admiring you. You were glowing.

Sometimes he wonders how he got to have you in his life. You were a strong, beautiful woman. No matter how much you went through as kylian’s girlfriend you stuck by his side. Now you were pregnant with his child, He was fucking lucky.

You looked up at kylian catching him daydreaming at you. “why are you staring?”

Kylian softly smiled, shaking his head. “nothing M Ma beauté.”

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe fanfiction #kylian mbappe x pregnant reader

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footballfanficwriter · 5 months

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Kylian Mbappe with major baby fever but you’re not buying it

Let's have a baby

Kylian and I are in bed having a conversation

"So uhm what do you think about having a baby?"

I'm silent, I don't have a response to that question, fuck what do I say

"Uhhhhh, yeah maybe in a few more years"

"How many years is a few more years"

How about 10-15

"3-4 years maybe"

"What that's too long"

"How long do you want it to be then"

"Maybe in the next year"

Is he mad the next year, that is way to soon

"Kylian we can't have a baby within the next year"

"Why not?"

"Because I-I I don't want to"

"You don't wanna have a baby or you don't want to have a baby with me"

"I don't want to have a baby"

"Why not?"

"I'm not ready"

"I've seen how you are with kids you are great with them, you'd be a good mother"

"Thanks"

"So can we have a baby?"

I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to get ready for the day, he follows me and waits for my answer

"Not yet Kylian"

"But the last time we had this conversation you said you were ready"

"Well I changed my mind" I say getting angry that he keeps pressing on about the matter

"What made you change your mind?" He says getting frustrated with me

"Kylian I don't want to have a baby" I say getting louder

"What changed your mind?" he asks sounding even more frustrated

"I realised I wasn't ready to be a mother" I say

"You were ready the last time" he says

"We're going around in circles you realize that right, you keep asking me the Same question and everytime I give you the Same answer"

"Well maybe I wouldn't be asking you the same question if yourself explained properly"

"Kylian it's a new day and we're starting it on a bad note"

"You've been avoiding this topic for months now and everytime I bring it up you come up with an excuse"

"Because I don't want to talk about it"

"Why do you have to be so difficult"

"Kylian I know you keep asking me the same questions because you're not satisfied with my answers"

"Oh wow look at that, see this is why I married you, you know me so well"

"Stop patronizing me"

"What you don't like my responses,see how it feel?"

"You're hurting my feelings Kylian that's not funny"

"You're also hurting my feelings"

"Because I don't want to be pregnant?"

"But you know that for the longest time I've wanted to a father"

"You seem to forget whose body this is, you're telling me what to do with my body?"

"I'm not I'm just suggesting"

"Well I'm not talking your suggestion"

"WHY?"

"Don't shout at me Kylian"

"WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO HAVE A BABY?"

"BECAUSE THE LAST TIME I WAS PREGNANT I HAD A MISCARRIAGE"

"What?"

"There was a time when I found out I was pregnant, and I didn't tell you because it was that time you and Neymar were fighting and the world had seen you as an arrogant person, I didn't want to tell you because you always looked exhausted, and angry about the whole thing I didn't think it was the right time to tell you

Then one day when you were gone for the international break, I was having stomach cramps, and I knew it was bad because I can't be on my periods and be pregnant, so I went to the doctor and I found out I had lost the baby, and I didn't want to tell you because you looked much happier and I knew if I told you it would make you sad, I hadn't seen you that happy in a long time, so I decided not to tell you and you were never home so that made it easier to hide my pain and hurt"

"Mais pourquoi"

"Whenever we were together I wanted us to be happy because I knew the moments would be short lived and you'd have to go back to playing"

I look at him with hurt and he looks at me with shock and hurt

"I'm sorry Kylian, please forgive me"

"I-I-I can't" he whispers

He walks out the bathroom then down the stairs and out the front door

I then cry, cry for my husband, cry for my unborn baby, cry for the life I would have and cry because of everything that has happened

After wiping my tears and fixing myself I continue with my day

But every now and then I think about the events of the morning and Kylian has ben gone for 6 hours now and I've been calling but his phone keeps going to voicemail

After 8 hours of being absent Kylian finally comes back home, I'm sat on the sofa when he walks in

"Hey"

"Hi" he says

He walks to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water

"Are you ok?"

"Mhm"

"Can we please talk"

"Yeah"

He walks towards me and we sit on the sofa

We sit in silence until I break it

"Kylian I'm sorry, for not telling you about the baby and keeping it a secret from you, but you have to understand that I was doing it to protect you and your happiness"

"I went out to clear my head, and to think about what you told me and I thought about it and at first I was angry and upset at you for not telling me what was going on with you, but then I realized you've suffered so much all on your own and I wasn't there to walk you through it"

"I am your husband and I'm supposed to be there for you, we are supposed to face problems together and that's why I say we are both at fault here, you are at fault because you didn't tell me what was going on with you and I'm also at fault because I wasn't there for you and I didn't give you an environment where you can tell me, I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry as well"

"Do you forgive me" we both say at the same time

"Yeah I forgive you"

"I forgive you aswell"

He pulls me in for a hug and says

"And we don't have to have a baby now, we can wait until your body is ready and until you are ready I won't bring up the baby topic anymore unless you bring it up"

"Ok, thank you Kylian"

"You're welcome amour"

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boobo13cambridge · 1 year

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Magic Kingdom | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: Penetrative sex, fingering, kissing, breeding kink, no condom (wrap it before you tap it folks).

Summary: After spending the day at Disneyland Paris with his niece and nephew, Kylian wants to start a family with you

A/N: Hello, everyone! Sorry for posting this so late in the day, I got caught up with work. As always, I hope you enjoy it. I quite enjoyed this one because I’m such a sucker for Kylian with kids.

The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky as you entered Disneyland Paris holding Kylian's niece close to your chest, the vibrant colors of the park's attractions and decorations catching your eye, and making the little girl squeal with joy. Kylian walked ahead with his nephew, eager to explore the different lands of the park. The air was warm and the breeze was refreshing, the sweet smell of pastries making your mouth subtly water. It was the perfect day to enjoy all the rides and experiences the park had to offer.

As you walked through the park, you were struck by the vibrant colors and delightful sounds of Disney magic all around you. You and the kids marveled at the elegant architecture of Main Street, U.S.A, with its charming shops and cafes, and then ventured into Adventureland, Frontierland, and Fantasyland to explore more of the park's wonders.

Walking by the Mad Hatter's Tea Cups ride, Kylian's niece tugged on his sleeve. "Tonton Kyky, est-ce qu'on peut aller sur ce manège, s'il te plaît?" ("Uncle Kyky, can we go on that ride, please?")

Kylian smiled down at her. "Bien sûre, ma petite poule. On y vas!" ("Of course, my little chicken. Let's go!")

As you all made your way over to the ride, skipping through the long line as you had made sure to buy the fast passes, your heart swelled with love and admiration for your husband. It was clear to you that despite being one of the greatest footballers in the world, he never let his busy schedule interfere with being a loving and devoted husband.

Watching him interact with his brother's children, Kylian's niece and nephew, was a true testament to his character. He was patient, playful, and always put their needs first. Seeing him be so caring and attentive made you dream about starting a family of your own with him.

As you all climbed aboard the Mad Hatter's Tea Cups, you found yourself lost in thoughts about the future, imagining Kylian spinning around with your own children, making them giggle with delight just like he did with his niece and nephew. It was a sweet and tender moment, and you knew in your heart that Kylian would make an amazing father.

"This is going to be so much fun!" exclaimed Kylian's nephew breaking you from your reverie as you all sat in the pretty pink teacup, as requested by little Lana.

"I know, I can't wait!" replied Kylian's niece, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You and Kylian shared a smile, both feeling happy to be able to share this experience with his family. Kylian's little 4-year-old niece was holding onto you tightly as the ride spun faster and faster. The colors of the ride blended together in a dizzying and exhilarating whirlwind. Kylian bit his lip noticing how well you took care of his niece, and he couldn't help but dream about how nice of a mother you would be.

As the ride came to an end, you all stumbled out of the tea cups, still a little disoriented but filled with a sense of pure joy and laughter.

"That was so cool!" Kylian's niece exclaimed, bouncing up and down with excitement.

"I know, right? Let's do it again!" added Kylian's nephew.

You all shared a laugh, happy to have created such a fun memory together. As you made your way through the park, you stopped to take photos with the characters, capturing memories that would last a lifetime. The kids were especially excited to meet their favorite Disney princesses and heroes, and the look of pure joy on their faces was priceless. Throughout the day, you felt Kylian giving you these discreet looks that you couldn't quite figure out what they meant and he was usually very easy to read. You also noticed how extra-touchy he was.

Kylian usually kept his hands to himself when the kids were around but since you got off the Mad Hatter's Tea Cups ride, he was extra affectionate. A lingering kiss here, and a discreet pat on your behind. You finally caught on to his behavior when Lana had accidentally spilled her juice all over her beautiful Princess Ariel dress while you were all sitting down to eat at Casey's Corner. She got teary-eyed and looked up at you, "Tati, I ruined my dress!" You immediately comforted her and reassured her, "It's okay, Lana. Accidents happen. Let's go get you a new dress, okay?"

As you got up to find the nearest boutique, Kylian staying behind to clean up the spilled juice you caught the way he looked at you and Lana with such wistfulness and longing that even a blind person would have caught on to what he wanted. You were sure you were blushing to the tips of your hair, your heart filled with warmth and love. Shaking your head, you switched your focus to the still upset little girl holding your hand, putting thoughts of little babies with your husband’s dimples to the back of your mind.

As the day wore on, you took breaks to enjoy refreshing drinks and tasty treats like popcorn and cotton candy, and then continued to explore the park's many attractions, including the magnificent Sleeping Beauty Castle. As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, you and Kylian found a spot to watch the enchanting Disney Illuminations show, with its stunning projections and dazzling fireworks illuminating the night sky. The children, tightly secured in your arms after a brief argument about who would get to sit in Tati or Tonton’s lap, were entranced, and as you looked at each other, you couldn't help but feel a wave of pure love and affection wash over you both.

Back home, the kids tucked into bed after an exciting trip to Disneyland, you and and your husband snuggled into bed. You had one leg thrown over his strong thighs as you rested your head onto his naked toned chest relaxing to the comforting sound of his heartbeat.

"I had such a great time today, mon amour." Kylian said as he stroked your hair his chin resting on the top of your head.

"Me too," you replied. "It was so much fun to see the kids' faces light up."

Kylian paused for a moment before speaking again. "You know, spending the day with them made me realize something."

"What's that?" you asked curiously, sleepily nuzzling into his chest.

"I…uh…I was thinking about how I wanted to start a family with you," Kylian said slightly stuttering, as you felt your heart stop for a second. You looked up at him seeing the way he was nervously chewing on his bottom lip. "Really? Are you sure?" you asked, unsure of how to respond, not like you weren’t secretly fantasizing about that the whole day and you were pretty sure he caught on to that.

Kylian nodded, gently stroking your lower back. "I've been thinking about it for a while now, and today just seeing you with the kids made me want it all the more."

You snorted while fiddling with the silver chain with your initials you got him for your second anniversary which he never took off. " Yeah, baby, you were really subtle about it today."

Lightly pinching your waist, he rolled his eyes. “Yes, because you were so subtle mademoiselle, blushing every time I looked at you.”

You giggled and leaned into his touch, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. Kylian's eyes flickered with amusement before turning serious. "I'm serious, though. I want to start a family with you."

Your heart swelled with love for him, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I want that too, Kylian. More than anything."

He leaned down to capture your lips in a soft, sweet kiss, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. You responded eagerly, deepening the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck. You had made love countless times before, but this felt different. It was as if you were cementing your commitment to each other and to the future you were planning.

Breaking the kiss, Kylian gazed into your eyes, his own filled with love and longing. "I want to make love to you," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with emotion. Your heart fluttered at his words, feeling a heat building within you as he began to trail kisses down your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine.

Your hands scratched the back of his head causing him to let out a sinful groan that sent streaking pleasure deep to your core, fluttering emptily. He hovered over you, his wet lips trailing kissing down your chest over the fabric of the silky black nightgown you were wearing wetting to fabric with his eager tongue, leaving you breathless with his touch.

“You’re so perfect, mon coeur. Je t’aime si fort,”, he whispered against your covered nipple making you whimper his name as his hands trailed over your legs lifting your gown up and revealing more of your soft flesh. You slightly arched your back off the bed to help him take the silky fabric off, leaving you naked under his smoldering gaze. He gently cupped your cheek his thumb sweeping tenderly across the soft skin, a deep contrast with the dangerously molten desire swirling in his dark eyes.

“Ma femme,” his voice said, finally, so low that it was almost a sigh. That one word alone ignited a flame of passion so intense, you were scared you were never going to come back from it. This moment here with him felt almost sacred, it was as if everything in your life led you here, in a penthouse in the middle of Paris, lying naked as the moonlight from the large window illuminated your body, and this beautiful, beautiful man looking down at you as you embarked on a path that would leave you intertwined with him for eternity.

Just as you started to feel overwhelmed, he was all over you. His hands were on your skin, gripping and circling around both breasts at once, pushing against your hard nipples, as he whispered sweet nothings against your heart making your toes curl and dragging hungry moans from your throat.

He slowly trailed his hand down your belly, giving it an extra caress as it would be his child’s new home, and cupping your swollen flesh making you groan his name. His fingers trailed through your wetness as he opened up your folds and found the little nub, rubbing it back and forth. You arched your back, the pleasure zapping up your spine as you lost yourself in him. “Ky…Kylian… Fuck, j’ai besoin de toi,” you practically sobbed as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hot breath on your face making you lose your mind from desire. (“Ky…Kylian… Fuck, I need you,” )

“Tu es que à moi, mon amour. Juste à moi,” he whispered, his words leaving your heart a mess. Kylian slowly slid two of his fingers deep into your swollen, wet pussy, preparing you for him as you cried out in pleasure due to the intrusion. ("You are only mine, my love. Only mine.")

“Fuck, bébé. You’re so tight for me,” he moaned into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he scissored his fingers to stretch you out, creating an inferno that had you reeling. You cling to his broad, warm shoulders, feeling the shift of hard muscle as your husband curves his fingers upward finding that special spot inside you that has your thighs shaking. “I’m go-going to cum, baby…please.”

You’re writhing in his hold as he continues to invade you and push you towards your peak. Tears start to build in the corner of your eyes as the pressure builds up inside you. It only takes another flick of his wrist, to send you spiralling towards completion as you shout his name. Kylian continues to pump his fingers, helping you ride out your high.

Feeling sensitive, you gently push on his chest signalling him to stop. He slowly takes his finger out of your wet core and pushed the sticky hair back from your forehead. Tenderly, he pecks your nose, cheek, and finally your lips. “Let me put a baby in you, mon amour, yeah? I want to see you swollen with my child,” he groans lustfully. “Tell me you want that, bébé. Tell me you want my child in you.”

“Yes, Ky. I want your baby, only yours,” you moan wrapping your legs around his waist as you feel him rolling his hips into yours, his clothing member rubbing your drenched mound. “I want you to get me pregnant, please Ky.”

You trail your hands down his back, struggling to take his tight briefs off. Taking the hint, Kylian gently unwound your legs from around him and quickly takes them off throwing them somewhere in the bedroom. He stands over you, his large, swollen cock, standing straight up, the tip wet with precum. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the sight of him stroking his generous length up and down.

“Beg me, bébé,” he says lost in the sight of you spread open for him, your hole clenching in front of his eyes. “Beg me to fill you.”

God, you were losing it. “Please, Kylian. Fill me up, I want you inside me so bad.”

Throwing his head back at your pleading, he nudges your legs, spreading you wider, and trails his length through your wet folds, tapping your clit, sending shudders down your spine. Just as you were about to beg him again, he presses that hot, leaking hardness into you, delving it between your wet lips and spreading them apart, oh putain.

A loud moan erupted from your throat as your husband entered your heat, immediately he put a hand over your mouth, shushing you gently. “Bébé, as much as I want you screaming my name, the kids are asleep.”

Through the hefty fog of lust and desire that had engulfed your brain, the thought that his innocent niece and nephew were sleeping peacefully down the hall pierced through you, cooling the flame of passion slightly. You nodded your head at his words, as he continued to slide through, as your walls struggled to fit his thick length. He was huge. There was always so much of him.

“Putain, bébé,” he gasped in that deep voice of his that had you clenching even tighter all around him. “You’re always so fuckin’ good for me.”

He finally bottomed out inside, your sweaty bodies wedged tight together, spread thighs flush against his hips, the bulging weight of his balls pressing against you from below. He waited, letting you adjust to him, always the gentleman, before you nodded at him, giving him the go.

Gripping you tight, he dragged himself out, slowly, and then sank back in with a single driving thrust of his hips, shit. You had to bite down on your lip so hard, you were pretty sure you broke through the skin, to stop yourself from letting out something alarmingly close to a scream. It was so good, particularly when he let out those breathtaking deep groans right in her ear.

“Ky, more. Please,” you gasped, pushing his butt with your feet. And just like the caring, attentive husband he was, answered your wish and sped up his thrusts. Dragging his leaking cock back, and then rapidly slamming hard inside, sending a blast of screaming shattering ecstasy through your body.

“Oh, God. Ky, faster. I want you so bad,” you pleaded as tears escaped your eyes. Kylian looked at your teary face contorted with pleasure and went feral as he crashed his mouth onto yours devouring your soul. His huge cock ploughing through her wet cunt and his heavy cum-filled balls slapping her ass, the filthy sound of their love-making resounding in the dark room. “Take it, bébé. I’m going to fill you up so good,” he growled biting her lip, soothing it immediately with his tongue. “You’re going to look so beautiful round with my child. Take it, princesse, Fuckin’ take it.”

You were going crazy, your heart was ramming into your chest as you felt searing white-hot pleasure spread through your body. “I’m cumming, fuck, Kylian,” you muffled your moans in his neck, as you felt your cunt spasming around his hot length. “Cum for me, princesse,” he groaned as his hips stuttered, his own orgasm racing through him. Just as you were spiraling, your mind dizzy from the force of your own release, you felt his hot cum splattering your walls, filling you with his seed as his sinful moans invaded your hearing. You felt so sensitive, but Kylian continued to thrust, pushing his cum inside you as it started to leak.

As he felt himself getting overstimulated, he got off of your, slowly taking his cock from your battered pussy making sure to push back his fertile cum that escaped. “Gotta make sure it sticks, bébé,” he said making you let out an exhausted giggle. As he laid down beside you, after putting a pillow under your hips as you heard it helped with getting pregnant, he lovingly stroked your hair placing a gentle hand on your belly, basking in the afterglow of your love-making.

“I love you so much, mon ange,” he said delicately, eyes filled with love and affection. Turning to look at the man who stole your heart two years ago in the most unexpected way, you cupped his cheek, placing a soft kiss on his nose. “I love you more, baby. I hope I’m pregnant right now.”

Chuckling, he took the pillow from underneath your hips as it had been ten minutes and pulled you into his arms. “T’inquiète, mon amour. After all, I am known for always shooting on target,” he said cheekily, making you laugh. “Ah, oui. How could I forget? Meilleur buteur du PSG, n’est-ce-pas?”

("Ah, yes. How could I forget? The top scorer of PSG, yeah?")

As you lay tangled in each other's arms, you both knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your lives, one filled with love, laughter, and the joy of starting a family together.

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When will you publish the next part of if he was mine can’t wait so excited

if he was MINE Pt. II/ João Félix x reader

Synopsis: You’re secretly in love with your best friend, who is in a toxic relationship.

Pairings: João Félix x fem!reader x Mbappé

Genre: One sided romance, and love triangle.

1 month after the World Cup

“Bro, come here. I need to spill something,” Achraf Hakimi says as soon as his best friend, Kylian Mbappé, enters the locker room. His other teammates, who pay no attention to the duo, were too busy talking and preparing for practice to care. It has also become customary for Hakimi to tell Mbappé the latest gossip, and most of the time, it is useless, so no one really cares about his “teas.” “If this is about babysitting your kids so you can have some quiet time with your wife, I reject,” Mbappé says immediately, knowing his best friend's motives. “No, you asshole, this one is even juicier,” Hakimi says and pulls his friend's arm before anyone can hear. Glaring at Neymar, who was curiously staring at the duo, Hakimi leaned into Mbappé’s ear, “Y/N has requested I give you her number,” he said while wiggling his eyebrows. Mbappé surprisedly yelped back, but he was grinning. “Seriously? Then what are you waiting for?” Mbappé excitedly says and shoves his phone to his friend. The others saw a shift in Mbappé’s mood and looked at each other, wondering what the gossip was about this time. “Do you know why they're not friends anymore?” Mbappé asked. Hakimi looks around the locker room and leans in, “they got into an argument about Magui again, and he’s back with her.” Mbappé stares at his friend in disbelief, it has been a almost a month since the drama started, and there were rumors that João has finally moved on, but now he’s potentially back with her. That can’t be good.

“What the heck are you guys talking about this time?” Neymar asked while approaching the duos, Messi following behind. “Oh, you know, the usual,” Hakimi sassily said, causing Neymar to roll his eyes. “You need us to babysit your kids again so you can get laid?” Hakimi angrily throws a water bottle at Neymar, causing everyone to laugh. “You guys are the worst kind of teammates!” Shrugging, Neymar waits for Mbappé to answer his previous question, but the man just shrugs. “You’ll know it later. It’s a surprise.”

1 week later

Breaking news: João Félix's best friend Y/N, who was once caught up in cheating allegations with him, has moved on. She was caught dining with PSG star Kylian Mbappé and was seen leaving the restaurant together, holding hands. Mbappé, best friend of teammate Hakimi, was seen cheering when Morocco beat Portugal in the quarter-final. Could Mbappé hang out with Y/N to add more fuel, or could this actually be a true romance?

2 minutes later

The Golden Boy: I can’t believe you would do something like that to spite me. I have been trying to talk to you for a month, and you pull this shit. Now my name is brought into the drama because you’re known as João Félix's best friend; leave me out of this drama. Good luck fucking that womanizer.

Incoming call from Kylian

“Hey,” you said, leaning up against your bed.

“Tired yet, bèbè?” He asked, and you could hear video games being played behind him and a couple of his friends snickering and teasing him in French.

“No. I saw the articles; I didn’t expect them to come out so soon,” you shrugged. Mbappé laughs, “that’s how fast the paparazzi are. Sometimes they know shit that even I didn’t know about myself.”

You smile and hear the background noise finally getting quieter, meaning he’s now in a secluded area. “I had fun tonight,” he says, causing you to smile. “Same; thanks for dinner.” Mbappé hums, and you hear him sigh a relief. “Look, I mean what I said about being interested in you, but I get it your feelings aren’t going to go right away. And I would be up for this relationship,” he says. You stay quiet and think about the potential of harming Kylian and João’s feelings. During the dinner, you talked about what happened because Hakimi had spilled the tea. And Mbappé understood that you’re doing this to get over João and make him jealous. At first, he was disappointed, but he likes you, so he volunteered to fake date you. “That’s going to be a lot of drama, you know. I don’t want you to be harassed for it.” Kylian didn’t say anything for a quick minute, but then he cleared his throat. “As embarrassing as it is to admit this, dating you would also clear up rumors about my sexuality. People have been saying weird shit that I’m into men, but let me tell you, I’m really into sleeping with Women.” You laughed because you’ve seen TikTok’s being made about that, and you wouldn’t even care if he was or wasn’t. But you had an idea that he’s pretty straight because so many women have complimented his style in the bedroom.

“You can always back up whenever you want,” you said. “I don’t want you going into something that will potentially harm your reputation.” Mbappé shrugs, obviously finding no harm in faking a relationship with you. “Same goes for you. If you feel like you’re falling for my charms, feel free to back out,” he teases. You laughed and thought of all the possible consequences that could happen. Mbappé is said to be a womanizer, but he has not made a move on you like you thought he would, but he is a flirt. If anything, people would assume you guys are just casual and wouldn’t be surprised it didn’t last. On the other hand, your friendship with João might never be the same. He was already upset that you were photographed with Mbappé, so imagine if you confirmed your relationship with him, you might never be best friends again. “Hey, ima let you get some sleep,” Mbappé says softly. You smile because his voice is just so charming, and if your heart didn’t belong to someone else, you would’ve folded immediately. “Thanks, Kylian, goodnight.”

Breaking News: João Félix and Magui Corceiro confirms to be back together. The duo took a short break after a cheating scandal but seemed happier than ever from the Instagram pictures that Magui posted.

Kylian: Fly out to watch us Saturday? 🥺

You: N meet your nosy ass friends? Lol

Kylian: you are bound to meet my circle anyways😏 we are dating remember?

You: “dating” I suppose I should be supporting my “bf”🤔

Kylian: awe you hurt my feelings with those quotation marks 😓 I got a t shirt for you btw🥰

You: 😲 is it Neymar’s?

Kylian: fuck no! you’re wearing my name

You: jk😝 ig I’ll see you Saturday then!

Kylian: okay bébé🙌🏼 I’ll book you a plane ticket, and you’re staying at my place. 😌

You: why the heck would I do that? 🫥

Kylian: because I am ur man. And besides it’s safer for you to stay with me. 😇

You: fine. but no funny business👀

Kylian: what funny business?🤔

You: don’t act all innocent Kylian.

Kylian: ahhh😱 Y/N! I am a child of god🙏🏻🛐. Why would you think I’ll do such a thing?😤

You: 😑…….🙄

Kylian: hahahahha promise no funny business. Unless you of course ask. I am a gentlemen, I would never say no to a lady😶

Kylian: hello???

Kylian: bébé come back!!

Kylian: alright fine ig u do have a life. See you Saturday love❤️

“Can you believe it?” Magui asked while zooming into the news article of Mbappé following you on Instagram. “They might actually be dating.”

João stares at what his girlfriend is referring to and immediately looks away when the photo of you and Mbappé holding hands appears again. Ever since you guys basically ended your friendship, he hasn’t been the same. Every day and night, he would think about what you said and the possibility of you being together. All these years, you’ve hidden those feelings, and looking back, it was pretty fucking obvious that you are in love with him.

João groans and lies back on the couch as his notification goes off. Ever since Magui posted the photo without his permission, he has been getting text and hate comments. Everyone thinks he’s a sore loser for getting back with his ex, but even he didn’t know they were back together until he woke up in bed with her. Last week when he finally decided to give up on speaking to you, he went out and drank with his friends without knowing that it was a setup and Magui was there. Everyone ended up taking shots, and the next thing he knew, he was in bed with Magui doing everything he could to get you out of his mind.

You were his best friend, everything he ever wanted in a friend. But the idea of dating you never crossed his mind because he did not want to lose you. João knew he was always attracted to you, but he shoved the thought deep inside his heart because he didn’t want to ruin the friendship. If he had known that you liked him for a while, maybe things would’ve been different; perhaps he would’ve considered it. But then he met Magui, and she became his world. She was everything he wanted in a girlfriend, but he still needed you. There were so many arguments in his relationship about you, but he couldn’t choose just one because you’re his best friend and she was his dream girl. But since you left him, his feelings have been very complicated, and he wasn’t sure. He has missed you more than ever, and even the idea of being with his dream girl wasn’t enough. He needed you, but he didn’t know how to tell you without hurting everyone else.

“Babe, I’m talking to you,” Magui whines, frustrated that her boyfriend has been drifting off lately. “Sorry, what did you say?” João asked. Magui frowns and rolls her eyes, “I asked if you knew she’s been sleeping with Kylian?” João just stared at her, wondering where she got the idea of you sleeping with Mbappé. He knew you were friends with Hakimi, but you’ve never mentioned it to him about Mbappé, and you tell him everything. “She’s not like that, so it has to be serious,” João says bluntly, the thought leaving a bad taste in his mouth. “Oh please, do you think Kylian Mbappé would want a girl like her?” Magui asked with disgust. João narrows his eyes, not liking how she is talking about you. “A girl like her?” João asked for clarification. “Yeah, you know, hoeing around footballers to be relevant,” Magui shrugs. João sits up and glares at his girlfriend, “like what you did when you were with me?” This causes Magui and himself to be shocked because he has never mentioned their past. When João forgives, he let go of the pain, because he doesn’t want confrontation, but he has had enough of her treating him like trash. “Honestly, I don’t fucking know why you cheated on me so many times. The idea never occurred to me once, and the fact that you did it so many times only shows how little you care about me and this relationship.” João aggressively stands up and grabs his jacket and car key. He then starts heading to the door, but Magui wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him. “You know how much I struggled because you keep having her around. Things will change because she’s not here anymore. You only need me. It’s me, you need and want. I love you so much, João; no one else but you.”

These were the words he had always wanted to hear from her. She was everything he wanted, but being treated like shit can only reach a specific limit, and he has reached it. But before he let her go forever, he needed to confirm something. João turns around, and without warning, he presses his lips on Magui’s. She accepted it with a moan, mouth savoring the way he lusted for her. She holds on to his t-shirt and starts backing up to the couch, wanting to dominate him. João let her, and the next thing she knew, he was on top of her, looking down at her, anger and confusion written all over his eyes. “You taste like shit. You don’t taste like the girl I fell in love with. I deserve better than you. Go find someone else to be your puppet because I am done,” he says disgustingly. She whimpers, but he doesn’t care; he gets off her and starts walking away, never looking back.

Saturday: PSG vs. Borussia Dortmund

Hakimi: Fuck you for not telling me that you were coming.

Y/N: Hello to you too. And it was a last min decision lol.

Hakimi: whatever. Anything happened last night at Kylian’s house? 😉

Y/N: no you sinful child. we slept like a baby.

Hakimi: whatever😒 anyways party at my place after the game.

Y/N: bruh u confident asf

Hakimi: bitch if I lose I’m not going to eat ice cream and cry. I’ll just party and drink in misery 🥳

Y/N: damn are you always this pleasant before your games?

Hakimi: my bad😬 I haven’t been laid for two weeks, so I’m in a pissing mood.

Y/N: I can tell. Since I’m in town, I’ll just babysit so you can have ur date night.

Hakimi: Fr? Awe you’re the best! I’ll make sure to dedicate a goal to u😉

Y/N: yeah whatever. Goodluck!

You join Hiba and her two sons in the VIP section. They’re sporting Hakimi’s number as you wear Mbappé’s t-shirt. Hiba had told you that Hakimi had told everyone you’re here to cheer for Mbappé, and the whole team has been teasing him. You’re sure they probably asked about João too and wondered if you guys are still friends. If anything, this was entertaining to them because Mbappé has never publicly brought a “girlfriend” around them.

“Look, it’s Jude Bellingham’s wife and their two twins!” Hiba said excitedly as she pointed at a really attractive lady with two adorable children. “Wow, they’re so cute,” you said in awe as you watched the little girl jump up and down, wearing her father’s shirt. The boy stood there like an adult with his head high, and he looked just like Bellingham. “They’re young, but they seem to be happy and have the perfect family,” Hiba says with a huge smile. “It doesn’t matter when you find the right person.” You mumbled. You then look at Jude Bellingham, who is staring at his wife and kids in awe. He looked so in love, and you hope one day, you’ll find someone that looks at you like you’re the most perfect thing in the world. (Reference to Jude Bellingham x reader “If I Should Stay”).

As you admire how Jude Bellingham looks at his wife and kids, you think of the chances you could have if you let go of this ridiculous feeling for João. Maybe you’ll find someone who loves and looks at you similarly. Maybe your Mr. Right is waiting for you while you chase after a guy that doesn’t want you. You smile sadly, and then your eyes drift to the PSG side to see Mbappé staring up at you. His eyes smile at you, and his mouth curves upward when you make eye contact. Your stomach twists, and your face heats up from his stare. You awkwardly wave, and he places four fingers on his lips and sends them your way. The crowd starts going wild, and you’re left stunned as Mbappé smirks and walks away.

Your phone was going off wildly as the news made it around that you’re attending PSG’s game and are supporting Mbappé. Everyone has concluded that you two made it official because, on his first goal, he dedicated it to you by sending a heart your way after he scored. The crowd obviously went wild, and people were telling one another the news, and you’re now labeled as Kylian Mbappé’s girlfriend. Even though this is fake, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. He was flirtatious and knew what he was doing. It almost felt real, and for a moment, you forgot the purpose of faking a relationship with him.

“You know he’s down bad for you, right?” Hiba asked while staring at you. You awkwardly chuckle and shake your head, “it’s nothing that serious,” you mumble. Hiba smiles and looks back at the field. “I have known Kylian for years, and he has never brought a woman around us. If he is showing you off for the world to see, it’s obvious he wants you and wants to tell everybody to back off.” You stare at Mbappé, dumbfounded about what Hiba just said. You’ve known the man briefly, but you realize he has known you for years because of Hakimi. Everything Hakimi knows about you has been passed on to Mbappé, who later took an interest in you. For someone whose always hyper and happy, he is one of the most mysterious people you’ve ever met. From pursuing you secretly to fake dating you, he has a side of him you don’t know but want to know.

“You enjoyed the game, bébé?” He asked as soon as you entered the PSG waiting room. “Yeah, it was good. Congratulations,” you said and hugged him. He gladly accepted it, causing his friends to snicker and whistle in the back. “Kylian, you going to introduce?” Neymar asked with a smirk. Mbappé glares at him, “this is my girl, Y/N.” Your face once again heats up from the sound of that. “Cute name for a pretty girl,” Neymar says and shakes your hand. “Mbappé’s a lucky guy.” You giggle, causing Mbappé to glare at you and Neymar; it was pretty cute seeing him jealous. “That’s enough,” Mbappé warns, causing Neymar to shrug and back off. “Oh, come on, be mature,” Neymar says while rolling his eyes. Ignoring Neymar’s comment, Mbappé quickly grabs his stuff, along with his car key. “Let’s go. I got some plans for us.”

“You assholes, don’t forget about the after-party!” Hakimi calls after you and Mbappé as you guys rush out of the room. “Use protection!” You heard someone else shout, causing Mbappé to laugh and you to blush. Like expected, a couple of paparazzi were already waiting outside to catch a glimpse of you and Mbappé. Mbappé and a couple of his security guided you to his car; many people were already snapping photos and screaming their questions.

Y/N how do you feel about João Félix and Magui getting back together?

When did you and Mbappé meet?

Are you guys official?

How do you feel about João Félix unfollowing Magui?

You entered the passenger seat, staring at the person who shouted that question. It has been a while since you’ve been on social media, so you haven’t heard the news of João unfollowing Magui. If it were true, you would be shocked because that is a step to moving on, and he has never taken that step. But then what would be of your relationship with him? Would you guys be friends again? And what would happen to your fake relationship with Kylian? Would you guys have to end it faster than expected?

“You good?” Mbappé asked while staring at you. You smile and him and shake off the weird feelings. “Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed,” you smiled. Mbappé tucks a strand of hair behind your ears, “you looked great, by the way. How was your first time experiencing being a WAG?” He grins while pulling out of the parking lot. You chuckle; being a girlfriend of a high-profile sportsman was better than you expected. Besides sitting in a VIP seat, the experience of watching someone you are with play the sport they love was unique. Of course, this experience wasn’t new; you’ve been to a lot of João’s game and has supported him, but you were never the person to whom he dedicated his goals. “Hey, don’t let them get to you. I know exactly what to cheer you up!”

“Kylian. Omg, when did you do this?” You asked while looking at the setup in front of you. It was beautiful. He has a huge comfortable couch on his balcony with pillows and blankets laid out. A coffee table was placed on the foot of the sofa, with all your favorite snacks and drinks. Five feet from the couch stands a movie theater screen. Candles were light and lined up on the edge of his balcony, and the Eiffel Tower could be seen from his balcony. It was incredibly beautiful.

“Achraf parties always end up with everyone passing out, so I wanted us to spend time together,” Mbappé says while guiding you to the couch. You still admired how beautiful everything looked; you almost wanted to cry because of his effort. “Come on, I don’t want you getting cold,” he says, and you lay on the couch as he lays next to you and covers the both of you with a warm blanket. The movie starts, but you guys don’t focus; both of you want to get to know one another on a deeper level. “Tell me about you, Y/N,” he says while grabbing the bucket of popcorn. “Tell me things people don’t know.”

“Are you asking for my favorite color?” You laughed, causing him to smile softly. “I will take whatever you give me,” he says, and you didn’t miss your heart jumping. No wonder people call him a womanizer; he knows exactly what to say. “Well, people don’t know that I’m secretly in love with my best friend…former best friend,” you said. Mbappé nods, waiting for you to continue. “Ahum, people don’t know that I’m insecure about being labeled as João Félix's best friend or now Kylian Mbappé’s girlfriend.” Mbappé stares at you, not looking the slightest offended by what you just said. “And people don’t know that I have a very important position at my job. I’m not just a pretty face.”

The movie plays in the background as you continue to tell Mbappé about yourself, even things that João might now even know, and not once do you think about the drama that is occurring in your life. “And yeah, that’s how Magui ended up hating me.” Mbappé watches you fidget with your fingers and bite your lips, his heart pounding from your effect on him. “Why do you like him so much? Why do you….love him,” he asked seriously. You glance at the screen and then back to Mbappé, “because he was the only person I ever had.”

Mbappé stares at your uncomfortable form, and he softly rubs his thumb across your cheeks. “I wish I have met you earlier,” he says softly. “Maybe then, I would be an option.” You gulp, realizing he’s referring to being with you without a reason. You’ve known he’s interested in you, but you thought it was just an interest that would disappear after spending some time with you. “If you were this sweet to a fake girlfriend, I can’t imagine how you would be with a real one,” you muttered. Mbappé smiles and gently places a kiss on your forehead. “Why don’t you find out?”

You stare at him; he carefully examines your face, waiting for you to say something. Mbappé asks you to be his real girlfriend, but what about João? Your history with him hasn’t been resolved yet, and after hearing that he has unfollowed and dumped his girlfriend, things might change. Would he apologize and ask to be friends again? Your feelings for him are still there, and it wouldn’t be fair for Mbappé. You needed to resolve things with João first before thinking of another man. But the way Mbappé was looking at you only makes you want to forget about João and leave everything behind. Clenching your pants, you slowly lean forward while staring at his lips. Mbappé does the same, and just when you guys are inches apart, your phone rings.

You awkwardly back up and reach for your phone. Looking at the user, your heart starts beating fast. Mbappé glares at the username, knowing who “The Golden Boy” is. Without meeting his eyes, you answer the phone. “Hello?” You asked. “Y/N, I need you,” João says; your heart beats fast because he sounds broken like he just finished crying. “Fuck I miss you so much; I need you right now, please,” he begs. Because you were used to responding quickly to his pleas, you immediately jumped up from the couch and started walking away when Mbappé grabbed your wrist. “Stay,” he says, and there’s pleading in his eyes. Your voice was stuck in your throat, and you listened to João’s pleas for you to be there for him and Mbappé’s eyes begging for you to stay. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled and pulled your hands away before exiting the balcony, leaving Mbappé behind.

Getting into the taxi, you glare up at Mbappé’s home, the balcony now dark. He didn’t come down when you hurriedly packed your belongings and booked the earliest flight home. You feel guilty, of course, but you’ve known this man for a short time, and you’ve known João your whole life. Although your friendship wasn’t perfect, he was there for you when you needed him, and you weren’t ready to let that go. With a heavy heart, you look away from Kylian Mbappé’s place and look forward to your journey home.

2 weeks later

Breaking news: Kylian Mbappé and Y/N officially call it quits after only a few weeks of dating. Many fans were suspicious of their relationship and suspected they were only short-term. Mbappé is now only focusing on his career and has no interest in starting a new relationship, whereas Y/N has reconciled her friendship with João Félix, and many fans think that might be the reason for the breakup.

Part III is coming! Are we team João Félix or team Kylian Mbappé?

Part III

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