#mbappe psg

[brideofmbappe]

Chef's Kiss || Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

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

Warnings: smut,cursing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mbappeslover]

écoute chérie // kylian mbappé | part one.

kylian mbappé x f! reader.

saw this edit on tiktok, they edited mbappé to écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer and… i fell in love. the song is sooo mbappé.

y/n got the job as kylian’s personal assistant. his previous assistant fired for unknown reasons. y/n had heard about kylian mbappé and his terrible attitude. she wasn’t excited to work with him. but, turns out.. he’s actually not that bad.

read part 2 here.

read the finale here.

credits to the editor: strkvoid on tiktok, they did such an amazing job <3, my favorite mbappé edit.

“y/n y/l/n, you’ve been accepted!” the notification pinged and appeared at the top of your screen. you clicked on it so fast.

one week ago.

“y/n, have you seen this? kylian mbappé’s management is looking for a new personal assistant.” your friend tells you during a phone call.

“oh really?” you ask.

“yes… and, you qualify for it! like a 100 percent. wait, i’m gonna send you the link.”

you received the message and clicked on the link, it was indeed an exclusive offer/application to becoming the footballer’s new personal assistant.

“y/n, you should really go for it. the pay is amazing and i’m sure it’ll be an awesome experience.”

you skim through the countless pages and listing of requirements and benefits the job offered. plus, you were indeed qualified for the job.

“mmm… i don’t know. everyone talks about how much of an asshole kylian mbappé is. how he’s a jackass with a shitty attitude and an unbearable ego, bigger than the universe.” you explain, iffy about this whole thing.

“oh please, it’s not like you’re gonna be all lovey dovey with the guy. imagine how much money you’ll be making. you want to quit your current job right now anyway.” your friend says, trying her hardest to convince you.

you laugh. “okay, you’re right. i’ll call you back, i’m gonna read through all the paper work, submit my résumé and update you on it.”

you weren’t too serious about it, you doubted that you’d actually get the job.

everything just got real. definitely serious.

you got the job, you were on call with the footballer’s management, and you were now getting familiarized with his schedule.

“alright, ms. y/l/n, we’ve spoken through all the things you’ll be needing to do for kylian. i’ve sent you an email of a file that lists all the things you must do for him. now, all we need is for you to sign a few things. it’ll take you about ten minutes. it wasn’t much before but… some things went down. so, we had to make a few arrangements.” kylian’s manager stated.

you just nod taking everything in and trying to process it at once.

you heard the ping from your phone, signaling you got the email.

“okay, perfect. today, i’ll show you around psg and tomorrow you’ll be meeting kylian.”

a tour guide took you around the stadium, briefly explaining different areas and rooms in the building to you.

it was a long day. you were now in bed, aimlessly scrolling on instagram because you couldn’t sleep.

you’re nervous. why?

the athlete you’ll be attending to is possibly the biggest asshole in paris, france and you’re gonna have to deal with it.

you decide to go on his instagram.

“k. mbappé, 94.1m Followers, 389 Following, 1204 posts.”

you click on the first photo presented and begin scrolling down.

in almost all photos he’s smiling, with a caption full of emojis and empowering words.

he looks so… sweet?

is this the same guy with the so-called “bad attitude?”

you fell asleep.

after scrolling through all one thousand, two hundred and four posts by kylian mbappé.

your alarm rang, loudly.

you groaned, getting up to prepare yourself for the day.

after getting dressed, you received a call from kylian’s manager.

“good mornin-“ you tried greeting politely, before cut off.

“good morning dear, i need you here in ten minutes.”

“it’s only 9:00, i was told to be there at 9:30. did something happen?” you ask, exasperated.

“yeah, well, kylian decided to come earlier than we thought and right now, he wants an organic green juice from le juice. it has to be from juicerie.” the manager explains.

“le juice is like fifteen minutes from where i am right now, how will i be able to make it in ten?” you say, slightly panicking.

“well, find a way. mbappé cares about his health, a lot. all that stuff about nutrition and good food is the key to health. if you didn’t know, now you do. be here in ten, please darling!” the managers says in a cheery voice before hanging up.

first day on the job and they were already trying to make the impossible, possible.

you quickly go on the website for le juice and order and paid online for a medium organic green juice for pick-up.

you catch a taxi and head over to le juice. it was a five minute drive because it was still a bit early and the streets hadn’t start to fill yet, luckily.

you ask the taxi driver if they could wait for a quick second while you grab the order from inside.

the taxi driver fussed a bit yet ultimately decided to wait.

again, you were able to swipe up the juice since the shop just opened and customer didn’t pile up in the juice bar.

you hop back in the taxi and make your way to the stadium.

“tsk, your first day on the job and you’re seven minutes late. you better hurry up and get in there.” the manager scolds you once you arrive, outside the office room of psg.

“well, you should’ve told me i would have to be here earlier, you cunt.”

you didn’t actually say that, you thought it, but, you didn’t say it.

you quickly enter the room, with a little a stumble, almost tripping on your own feet. you quickly laugh at how much of a mess you are.

the room is packed, there’s people everywhere, most likely other staff members. you see at the corner of the room, there’s a small crowd of people surrounding something.

you squeeze in between people, trying to find a way through.

“excuse me. yea, sorry. my apologies. let me just squeeze in. i’m sorry.” you murmur out while gliding through the people in the packed room.

that’s when you were faced with him.

he’s exactly like those photos on the internet, a vibrant face, smiling while the people around him asks him questions like how’s his morning, would he like anything to drink, trivial things to simply make conversation. 

the infamous kylian mbappé.

you cleared your throat, put on your most brightest smile and polite voice.

“mr. mbappé, this is your organic green juice.” you say, putting your hand out to give the drink.

the area becomes quiet as the attention shifts on you.

you briefly look around confused.

and the smile that was once on kylian’s face had disappeared.

it was replaced with a hard stoned, cold glare.

“the fuck?” you thought.

he grabs the drink from your hand, not even thanking you before continuing the small talk with staff around him.

you try your hardest not to make a face at his rude behavior.

you brush it off.

literally.

brushing yourself off, taking a deep breath. putting on a polite voice again, you introduce yourself.

“hello, my name is y/n. i’m sure your manager already told you about me, i am your new personal assistant. if you ever need me, for anything, feel free to let me know. that’s my job, of course.” adding in a little humor to lighten the atmosphere, reaching your hand out.

once again, the area of the room goes silent. his smile falls once again and he slowly turns to look at you.

“d'accord. où est ma paille?” (okay. where is my straw?)

the crowd laughs.

you reach out your bag, handing him the straw before walking away.

“the rumors are true. he’s insufferable. literally an asshole. a two-faced scum? who even treats someone like that? no wonder his old assistant left. who’d want to deal with that.” you were now on the phone with your friend who encouraged you to apply.

“y/n, calm down. i know it was frustrating, but, it’s just your first day. at least quit after you get your first check.” your friend said, trying to comfort you.

yea, that’s right. y/n cried. cried very hard. today was extremely difficult.

you followed kylian everywhere, attempting to tend to his needs, but, all he did was be rude or downright ignore you.

“sir, how are you feeling? would you like for me to schedule a massage for you, in case you are feeling tense?” you ask.

“do i look tense to you?”

“mr. mbappé, your manager has informed me that you have a meeting on friday at 3pm.”

“who makes meetings on friday? i’m not going, you’re going. i have to relax.”

“mr. mbappé-“

“please stop bothering me. aren’t you my assistant? why must you keep calling out my name, you’re here to handle my business.”

“i don’t even know what i did to him? why should i get treated like this? it makes no sense.” you complain to your friend.

“i’m sure it’ll get better eventually… hopefully.”

“yea, hopefully.”

it’s been two weeks, working as kylian mbappé’s personal assistant.

to say y/n felt drained would be an understatement.

fourteen endless days of talking to a brick, solid wall.

a brick, solid wall with snarky remarks and a stinky attitude.

“mr. mbappé, your driver is outside waiting for you. he has the specific refreshments you asked for.” y/n says.

“alright, walk me to the car.” he says.

y/n’s concerned because he usually just nods and walks to the car himself.

as the two makes their way to the car, kylian starts conversation.

“your name, y/n, right?”

this is weird.

so weird.

“yes, sir. y/n y/l/n.”

“alright y/n, can you cook?”

“yes, i can cook, why?” y/n questions.

“génial. je veux que tu cuisines pour moi. (great. i want you to cook for me).” kylian says nonchalantly.

y/n stops dead in her tracks as kylian continues to walk.

“so, now i have to cook for this man? really?

well, it is your job…

oh, shut up. i know that!

just saying…” you internally battle with yourself.

he turns around, “well are you coming? i don’t have all day and i’m starving.”

you snap out of it, speed-walking to catch up.

“why are you standing by the door?”

you were in your bosses house. well, it’s not out of the ordinary because you are his personal assistant.

however, this is a drastic jump from a few days ago, when he didn’t even want you near him.

“are you okay, mr. mbappé? it looks pretty bad. i can go get you some soothing gel!”

he hurt himself pretty badly while trying to perform a trick during practice.

“no! i’m fine. don’t touch me, move!”

he spat out, stumbling to get up by himself.

you back up in utter shock.

other staff runs up to offer him support as he limps away.

mbappé’s pov:

his new personal assistant stood at the door, looking like a lost puppy that was left for dead on a rainy night.

kylian knew he was being hard on her, harsh to her. but, he couldn’t let his guard down.

he refused to let history repeat itself.

“why are you standing by the door?” he asks.

y/n seemed to be lost in her thoughts when he said that because she snapped up and made her way into the house after taking off her tory burch sandals.

kylian observed the woman as she subtly looked around the place before making her way to the kitchen.

he couldn’t lie. she was beautiful. she could be on the cover of a makeup magazine because of how natural and pretty her features were.

he wishes he could see her smile. most of the time she wears a frown on her face, sometimes a pout that kylian finds endearing. he wouldn’t show that though. or.. say it, ever.

her hair looked so soft, her voice was so nice on the ear. she had a nice figure, ones of a dancer, delicate, light on the feet.

“mr. mbappé? did you hear what i said? i asked, what exactly would you like for me to cook?” she said. he loved her voice, utterly. like a bee, wanting to drown in honey. he wanted to drown in her voice, listen to it forever.

“call me kylian.”

for some reason, he finds himself wanting to get to know her. get closer to her.

y/n’s pov:

‘oh God, he’s staring.’ you think to yourself.

y/n has made her way to the kitchen after taking in the penthouse. it was so nice and luxurious. she wondered how much or how long she’d have to work before ever living in a place like this.

she began looking in the cabinets, taking out a few pots and pans before realizing her boss didn’t even tell her what he wanted to eat.

“mr. mbappé, what exactly would you like for me to cook.” y/n says, an attempt to ease the tension.

‘he’s still staring. what the hell is wrong with him?’

“mr. mbappé? did you hear what i said? i asked, what exactly would you like for me to cook?” she repeats.

he looks you straight in the eye.

“call me kylian.”

you two continue making eye contact, you thought you’d feel uncomfortable, but, it’s rather… nice? it feels nice. it’s the first he’s ever actually acknowledged you.

you break the eye contact, clearing your throat.

“alright, if you don’t have anything set in mind, i’ll just cook and try to make do with whatever you have here.” you say.

it’s been about 50 minutes and you’re finally done cooking. you made steak & farfalle pasta with creamy tomato sauce.

kylian went into his bedroom since you began cooking and hadn’t come out. but, you did hear faint music coming from his room.

you begin to plate his food nicely, setting it on the kitchen island with a glass cup of ice water.

luckily, you clean along the way while cooking so there wasn’t a mess. you were tired, you wanted to get home and unwind.

you walk up to his bedroom door, about to knock, when the door swings open.

“oh! i was just about to knock. the food is ready.” you say slightly surprised.

he doesn’t say anything.

but, you could care less. your attention shifts to the song being played in the background.

“is that écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer? i love that song so much.” you say excitingly, completely forgetting that you’re at work. technically.

“yeah, it is. i love that song too.” he replies with a small chuckle.

‘did he just chuckle? with me? did kylian mbappé, my rude ass boss. chuckle… with me?’

you smile, looking at the small smile that adorned his face as he chuckled.

you won. you’re winning mbappé over.

mbappé’s pov:

he was in his room, sipping on some expensive red wine from a brewery that gifted him some.

he felt at peace, moments like these to himself. drinking something, listening to music, letting loose.

not only that, but, most likely, he could smell the aroma from the food his personal assistant, y/n was making for him.

its been a little while, he was gonna go check on the food.

his favorite song comes on.

“partir, venir, mourir, courir.”

what a lovely song. he sings to himself, along the chant before making his way to the door.

opening it, there she was.

“oh! i was just about to knock. the food is ready.” she says, obviously a little spooked.

he doesn’t care about that, though. the more he looked at her, the more time he spent around her, the harder it got to suppress his obvious attraction to the woman.

he visibly sees something click in her head as she moves from his sight to get a better hearing of what was being played.

“is that écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer? i love that song so much.” she says.

‘God, she’s so cute.’ he thinks to himself.

“yeah, it is. i love that song too.” he says, trying to hold back the ‘awe’ he wants to say so bad.

she smiles.

kylian felt like his heart could explode.

without absolutely zero exaggeration, she has got to have an award for having the most beautiful smile in the universe.

that smile right there—convinced kylian that he would make it his mission to always see that smile as long as y/n’s around him.

y/n turns around, leading him to his meal.

his stomach grumbles as he lay eyes on the food. it looks delicious. better than any five star michelin restaurant he’s been to. would probably taste better as well.

he’s confused, though. there’s only one plate of food.

he turns to y/n.

“where’s your food?”

“oh, i only made food for you, sir-“

“kylian, call me kylian.”

“yes, i’m sorry, kylian.”

“i’m gonna wait here for you to finish your food so i can wash your plate, then i’ll be out your hair, if that’s fine with you, kylian.”

he knows he can’t just let her leave like that.

he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he thinks he knows what he wants.

“that’s fine. come sit down.” he says, pulling out the chair next to him.

y/n hesitantly makes her way and gets seated. kylian slides over the glass of ice water to her.

“no, it’s for you.” y/n explains.

“i know, but, just drink it. i have some wine in my room.”

“okay, do you want me to go get it and pour some out for you?” y/n says, about to make her way there when kylian gently pulls her down.

“no, no, it’s fine. relax.” he says.

kylian begins eating, almost scarfing the food down.

y/n takes a sip of the water while looking at him eat.

“is it good?” y/n asks.

he stops for a second, chewing and swallowing what’s in his mouth.

“very. best meal i’ve had in a long time, y/n. thank you.” he says with a genuine smile on his face.

y/n smiles back before bringing the glass cup up to her lips and drinking some more water.

“so, y/n, how old are you?” he says, finishing up his food.

“i turned 24 a few months ago.” y/n says.

“really? i turned 24 a few months ago as well.”

“i know that, you’re the star of france.” y/n says with a small smile on her face.

he smiles at her again.

y/n couldn’t take it.

‘this is awfully weird. why is he being so… nice. it was concerning.’ she thinks to herself.

silence takes over the room and the only sound being the fork hitting against the glass plate as kylian takes a bite of the pasta.

“kylian, why are you so mean to me?”

“y/n, i know i haven’t been the nicest to you…”

they say at the same time. they both laugh.

“you go first.” kylian offers to y/n.

“alright, i was asking. why are you so mean to me? did i do.. something.”

kylian sighs deeply, “no y/n, you did nothing wrong, but, a lot happened before that’s making me like that towards you. just know i don’t mean it.” he explain.

“well, what happened?”

“i’ll tell you later.” kylian says finishing the food.

y/n took the plate and glass cup, made her way to the sink and began washing the dishes.

y/n wondered, what was on his mind. what was he thinking about.

too deep in thought to not see her boss, kylian. staking right next to her, leaning on the countertop.

she finishes cleaning the plate and cup.

she turned to her left, her soul jumping out her chest.

“kylian! why are you always sneaking up on people.” y/n said, laughing off the remaining shock with a hand over her heart.

“sorry, sorry, i just like looking at you.” he laughs.

y/n laughs too.

“oh really?”

“OH? REALLY?” she says backtracking because it registered to y/n what he said.

“yes. you’re beautiful.” he says, stepping a teeny closer to the beautiful woman in front of him.

y/n blushes.

“the food was really good as well. i really wish you would’ve ate with me.” he says.

“i’m just your assistant. i don’t want to break any of your boundaries. i respect you.” y/n says.

“i respect you.” kylian replays it in his head.

he already had a slight crush on y/n, but, this was different.

he has a crush on y/n.

“wow, you’re making me feel like shit for treating you the way i did. i respect you, too. say, come over again tomorrow. if you make me something to eat again, i’ll tell you what happened.” he says with a smile on his face.

y/n remains silent. she was thinking.

‘is kylian mbappé flirting with me?’

there’s no way.

yes there is! look at the way he’s looking at you. he wants you!’ you weigh out to yourself.

kylian think it’s adorable. the way y/n constantly looks like a lost puppy.

he bends down a bit, leveling himself to y/n’s height to get her attention.

“everything alright in there?” kylian says.

y/n seems to still be in deep thought when kylian giggles.

he takes his index finger, placing it underneath y/n’s chin, lifting it up.

he looks her in the eye.

he wants to kiss her, her lips look so soft. he’s 100% sure if their lips were to simply graze across one another, he’d still love it. be addicted to it.

y/n looks back into his eyes, feeling her heart beat and her stomach start to flutter.

“deal or no deal?” kylian says as he tilts his head to the side.

y/n eyes drops to kylian’s lips. they were the perfect size and naturally protruded out.

she imagined how it’d feel. probably like a pillow, or, maybe a marshmallow.

y/n eyes make its way back to kylian’s.

she made up her mind.

“deal.” she says before gently removing his finger from her chin. she gathered her bags and made her way to the door, kylian following right behind.

she slipped on her sandals as kylian unlocked & opened the door.

y/n walks out, before turning to kylian who stood by the door.

“goodnight.”

“goodnight.”

they say together.

the two laugh.

“till next time then, goodnight mr. mbappé.” y/n says.

“it’s kylian and i’ll call you tomorrow. make sure you answer. goodnight, y/n.” he says, smiling.

a/n (author’s note):

i am confident in this at all.. i feel like it could be way better but i wanted to hurry and publish something to whoever’s waiting. i’ve been so busy and tired with school :,(. it was supposed to only have one part but i didn’t wanna rush the plot too much.

i tried something new with the whole “pov” thing. and, i hope it’s not too confusing because i switch from 2nd point of view to 3rd a lot.

i guarantee part 2 will be more exciting than this. thanks for reading!

[spidybaby]

Gold Digger | Part Two

Summary: A broken plate can't be fixed.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: hello, it's been a long time, but here it is. I want to apologize for the wait, I was sick and ended up at the hospital, but now I'm good. Thank you all ❤️✨️

Part one | Part Three

It's been a week since the whole incident. In that time, Kylian was blowing up your phone with calls and texts. He even tried to talk in person, but Ethan and Fayza weren't having it.

You were thankful with both Ethan and Fayza. They made sure you were okay. The night you left Kylians house, his mother was the shoulder you cried onto.

She was so embarrassed for his actions. Ethan even called him to berate his actions.

They loved you as family. For them, you didn't need a paper or a ring to become part of their family, your loyalty and unconditional love for the whole family was enough.

You planned on leaving Fayzas house and going to a friend's house, but she refused. Insisted on you staying for a little more.

But at the same time, the fact that you couldn't really mourn the feelings was taking a toll on you. So you explained that and your best friend and you became roommates.

Kylian wasn't at his best either. He fought with his father. But also blame himself for being so naive, believing things he knew you would never do.

He missed two games, faking being sick. Missed a whole week of training. Until Sergio and Achraf went to his house to check on him.

When he explained the whole situation to them. Sergio slapped him, and Achraf almost did the same but control a little more.

"You're so stupid," Sergio says angrily. "Es que, si sabes que ella no lo haría por que no la defendiste? Kylian, what the hell?" (It's just, if you know she wouldn't, why didn't you defend her?)

"Okay, time out." Achraf says, pushing Sergio away from him. "Go get something to drink, calm down."

Sergio did that. He was so mad at his friend.

To sergio, you were like a little sister, always helping him and Pilar with everything you can. Even Achraf held you to a big standard.

You were that person who's always looking for everyone and trying to help as much as you can without expecting anything in return.

"Bro. Look, I'm not judging, but why did you do that?"

"I'm so stupid Haki, I'm so fucking stupid."

"You fucking are" Sergio yells outside the room.

"My gosh, fucking kids. It's what you are." Achraf says, hands caressing his forehead. "My child is more mature than you, and he's not even five years old."

"Tell me what can I do?" Kylian cry out. "I don't want to lose her."

His friends didn't even know how to help him.

"Take this, you look like the shit you say you're." Sergio hands him some water.

"Sergio." Achraf growled. "Stop it, we both know he fucked up, he knows it, his mother, brother, and whole family knows it. Stop it."

"Hey, that's mean." Kylian says, finishing the water Sergio brought him.

"But the truth, asshole."

"Enough, I feel like I'm with my kids. If I wanted to fight, I would've called my ex-wife." Achraf says frustrated.

"Mira Kyky, I'm going to be honest with you, I don't know if you can get her to forgive you. Maybe some therapy, maybe some expensive ass gift, but you already know that's not her." Sergio sighs. "What you need to do is let her breath, take her time to cool down, as much as you think you can't fix everything. This is not a match. This is your life. So what I recommend is for you to let her have her time. Text her saying that you'll wait as much as you have to, for her to be able to listen to you. And then apologize, man, because that shit was terrible. Pilar me hubiera cortado los"

"We got the point, Sergio, thank you." Achraf interrupts. "But he's right. She needs space. This shit is fresh. You also need to think what you're going to say. Apologizing is not enough. But don't make excuses. That's not cute."

And that's exactly what Kylian did. He texted you saying that he was going to stop with the text messages and the calls. He was giving you the space you need. And it was up to you to decide how much time you need for him to be able to see you again.

You never answered, but you did read the text. Thankful for his decision.

When Kylian texted you that as much time as you needed, he meant it.

What he never expected was for you to take a whole two months. And counting.

His mother and brother were in talking terms with him. It wasn't easy, but he apologized with them too.

Now, his father was another story. Wilfrid tried everything to reach him. Nothing.

Kylian understood that it was his fault. But, he didn't feel comfortable with having a talk with him.

On the other side of the city, you were closing a very hard finals week. The last finals of your whole college career.

"So, now that we finished with everything." Your friend says. "Are you going to text him?"

You told her that as soon as your finals ended, you were reaching Kylian. Two months in her head were enough of a punishment for him.

Not for you. You want him to understand that what he did was something you were not okay with.

You could take his father disliking you. But you can't take the lies and accusations. You weren't a thief.

You can tell how many times you denied your boyfriend to pay for things for you. Dinners, vacations, even your college debt.

You also were the one in charge of his whole financial situation. You knew how much he earned in a month. You helped him with the payments and saving.

So, for him to even believe you were in possession of his cards was crazy. Even after you made the calls to block every single one of them. Making sure there wasn't any new charge.

"I don't know." You say. "I'm not sure if I feel ready."

"Well, you know you can always count on me. But if you ask me, it's been enough."

After that, you both said goodbye to each other.

You were walking back to your new place. It was close to your college and it was pretty.

Just when you were about to get there, you smelled the fresh coffee aroma, coming from a small coffee shop you loved.

"Well, I deserve it."

And you did, after the amount of deprived sleep and hard study sessions you went through.

You order your usual to go. Wanting to go home and relax.

"Y/n?" Someone calls you from behind.

You knew who it was. You even thought that acting as if you didn't hear was the best, but when he repeated your name, you couldn't.

"Hi," you say.

You felt lucky when, after that little, "Hi" the girl called your name and handed you your order.

"I have to go." You say getting out quickly.

"Can we talk? Please". He asks following you outside.

You wanted to be nice, you do. But you can't do it. His words, his accusations, everything is replaying in your mind.

"If I'm not even giving that benefit to your son, why would I do that for you?"

"Just let me apologize."

"I don't need your apology, sir."

"One minute."

You stare at him. You didn't want it. But at least after this he was going to stop.

"One minute, after I'm leaving." You say watching the time on your watch.

"I'm sorry for the accusations, for telling you those awful words and treated you like a thief and someone you're not. I'm sorry for ruining the best thing Kylian ever had. But you had to understand me. He's Kylian Mbappé and everything he has worked so hard for it's been also my and Fayzas work."

You scuff.

"Of course." You say laughing. "He's Kylian Mbappé and I'm just a broke college student who was ready to take all his money, right?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, you didn't?" You ask sarcastically. "So let's see, if all his hard work is also Fayza and yours. Why does she trust me? Why can she see me for more than just my school debts? Why can she see me as someone who loves your son and not his net worth?"

"I worded this wrong."

"No, you didn't. And even if you want to fix it," you say, quoting the last two words. "Your time ran out. Please don't bother me again, I'm done with this situation for good."

You walked to your apartment, mad at everything. At him, at Kylian, at yourself. Even when you didn't even have a reason to be mad at yourself.

Without thinking you texted Kylian.

"Let's meet up at your house in an hour."

It was not the smartest thing to do, but the rage inside wasn't helping much.

You ask for an Uber due to the time all the cabs were busy. Plus, his house was a good forty-five minutes from where you live.

You knock on his door.

Even when you have your own key, this wasn't your home anymore. This was his.

"Hey," he says happily, opening the door for you to get inside. "It's kind of chill for just that cardigan."

You ignore him. Walking to the living room. The house feels different. The home you used to love is now just a place.

You feel like crying. It's like having an intense flashback.

"Can we talk?" He asked.

You nod, blinking the tears away.

"Yes, go ahead."

"Don't you want to sit?" He asks, confused. Your posture is like a rock. Hard and not easy to break.

"No, go ahead."

"Okay." He clears his throat. "I have to apologize. I know I fucked up. I was so wrong for not saying anything to defend you. I just want you to know that I don't believe any of that, never did, never will."

You interrupted his speech by laughing. "You don't? Then why did you let your father belittle me in that way?"

Your question take him by surprise. He wasn't expecting this.

"Well."

"No, I'll tell you why." You interrupted him again. "You're so up your ass, Kylian. You don't have an idea of what the real world is like anymore. You've been so glorified by everyone. Specifically your father."

The way his eyes are about to pop out of his head.

"And I'm so mad at you." You laugh again, trying to calm yourself down. "I've been the one who denied your offer to pay my whole debt, I was the one who helped you with money, with savings, with payments. I was the one who turned your additional cards when you offered them to me. Because I wasn't here for the money, I was here for you. I was here because I love you. Because I saw myself staring a family with you. I saw myself growing old with you."

"Let's just pause." He says breathless, even when he's not the one speaking.

"No, I'm not pausing."

"Okay, just, please let me finish."

"Save your apologies." You say.

"Amour. Y/n. Wait, I need."

"I needed you." You interrupted again. "I needed you to defend me. I needed you to say something, and not doubt me. I needed you, Kylian. And you failed me."

The burning sensation was consuming you.

"Please, we can go to therapy." He tries.

"Kylian, don't you get it?" You ask. "Even if I say yes. What's next? You stop talking to your dad for good? That's not what I want. Do you really think I can come back here? I can hear his words in my head, I blink and see him accusing me of stealing from you, and I see you taking his side, even when you didn't believe it."

"We can sell the house," he grabs your face. "I can have a new property tomorrow morning. Better, pick one, the one you want, as big as you want, as expensive as you want. But please, don't give up on me."

His eyes are shining with tears.

A part of you is saying, "forgive him," but the rational part of you is throwing that option out of your head.

"It's not about that, Kylian."

"Then what do you want? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. Everything." He cries.

You shake your head. Tears rolling down.

"I want you to let me go."

"No. Everything but that."

"Let me go, Kylian." You take his hands off your face. "I can't do this."

He hugs you, crying on your shoulder.

"Please don't go. You're my everything."

You only caress his back. Letting him cry.

He keeps begging, and with every word, with every sob, every tear you feel yourself breaking more.

"Kylian. Please let me go."

He hugs you tighter. "Please, no."

"Baby, please."

You can feel him tense because of the nickname. He let go enough for him to be face to face again.

"Tell me you don't love me anymore, and I'll let you go."

You shake your head. You can't.

"Don't do this to me."

"Tell me, look at me in the eyes and tell me."

"Let me go." You repeat. "Please."

"You can't say it because you love me. And I love you. We can get over this. I promise even if I have to spend my whole life apologizing, even if I have to tell you every day, how important you're for me."

"Stop, please." You cry. "We can't. I can't. I need time kylian. You say everything, I need time."

"How much?"

"I don't know, but I need it. I can't just forget and swipe this under the rug like it's nothing. We can't build each other again if we're both broken." You say holding his face. "You promised me years ago that you would never doubt me. And here we are, so I need you to give me space. Let me heal and heal yourself in the process. Make up with your family, go to therapy. And then we can go back."

His eyes were burning, and the tears fell like cascades.

"Can you promise me that you will be back to me?" He asks

You didn't have an answer because time and life were unsure. Life can change in a moment, just when you less expect it.

"I promise you that I'll work on healing. I promise you that if you need me I'll be here. I'll be your biggest cheerleader from afar. But I can't do it alone, you have to make your part."

He hugs you again.

It wasn't a goodbye.

But it hurt like it was.

He let go of you. Looks you from head to toe. It's like if he's taking a mental photo of you.

You pick your purse from the floor. Walking to the front door.

"Y/n" he calls.

You turn around.

"I love you."

"I love you too." You smile at him, closing the door.

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[loviingpedri]

now that we don’t talk - kylian mbappe

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

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

credits to owners for all images

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

clearing up your thoughts, your phone rang.

from the famous, kylian mbappe.

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

“hello?”

[i-care-4u]

[ ✹ ] KYLIAN MBAPPÉ HEADCANONS

PAIR: KYLIAN MBAPPÉ X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

DATING KYLIAN MBAPPÉ INCLUDES…

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

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

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

you’re his good luck charm

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

post-game cuddling

he loves listening to your home language

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

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

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

instead, they’re basically yours

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

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

he is your passenger princess

he puts on his playlist while you’re driving

you two bonded over music before dating

sitting besides him while playing piano together

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

sneaker shopping

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

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

luxury shopping with mbappé

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

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

he loves seeing you wear his jerseys

he teaches you some football skills

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

his smile is your weakness, he was just so beautiful

his younger brother, ethan, is basically your best friend

ethan loves to tell you embarrassing stories about your boyfriend

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

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

you love him for always sticking out for you

[cher-rei]

Hii do you make smau or fake texts for kylian? Could you please make one if you do!! ☹️🤍

random texts with kylian [ K.M ]

notes: why has this week been so damn stressful? guys I'm dying over here I swear😭 but here's this little request to shed some light on whatever february was<3

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[mbappeward]

taking care of you after you got drunk out of frustation due to his silent treatment - kylian mbappe imagine

"kylian, i'm sorry. it was my fault, i despised the fact that you needed some time for yourself but instead of making you feel better, i hurt you. i apologise for my behaviour but please talk to me. i can't take this anymore. i've made dinner for us, won't you come and eat?" his shoulders slumped as he turned his head back to see your small figure standing at the doorway. he didn't say anything and returned his attention to his laptop.

you sighed and walked out of the room and made your way to the kitchen, putting your dinner into the fridge. you didn't have any appetite after your hardest try couldn't beat his grief for you. balling your fists, you leaned on the kitchen counter as fresh tears rolled down. you hated being so weak.

wiping away the tears, you headed towards the main door and walked out of the house unsure where to go in this late night. frustration took over you. it was cold outside, brushing your hands against your arms and hugging yoursel wasn't helping at all. you walked on and on after your teary eyes met with a small bar ahead of the road. without thinking twice, you entered inside it and plunged yourself on a chair near the counter

"whiskey" you said and the bartender immediately passes you a glass of it. gulping it down in one go, you shoved the glass to the bartender indicating him to pour more. you felt your nerves getting calm. then another shot, your body was a whole buzz. you were drunk but still in senses. another shot, it goes overboard. your body was numb, eyes closed and head dizzy, just as you were about to gulp down another glass, someone grabbed your wrist and put down the glass on the counter.

your bloodshot eyes looked at the manly body standing beside you. you weren't in your senses but you could recognise who he was. it was kylian. ignoring his presence, you hid your face in your arms and started sobbing. he sighed seeing your condition, it was all his fault. but still he came here at the right time or you might have ended up in the streets doing something regretful. luckily he went after you when he couldn't find you in the whole house and you were just a few distances away when he saw you.

he paid the bartender and picked your numb body in his arms. he made his way out of the bar and soon reached home. the guards saw and opened the door for him as he quickly took you to your shared bedroom and placed you down on the bed carefully. he took a small towel and went to the bathroom, soaking it in cold water. then he gently massaged your temples with the towel. stains of tears were visible on your puffy cheeks. he couldn't express how much guilty he was feeling, he hated for putting his ego before you. 

"i'm sorry," he whispered as you tiredly opened your eyes with the cold sensation on your face. your brown orbs met his hazel ones, his face was a few inches away from you. your hand reached out to his cheek, caressing the skin softly. he closed his eyes under your touch as if he missed this affection. your hand followed to the collar of his shirt, clasping them under your grip you pulled him closer. "it's okay" you mumbled and attached your lips with him. he was shocked at first but he responded as it was too hard to resist your kiss that he had been craving for. in fact, he was aroused by you. it was gentle and passionate at first, but soon enough the kiss turned rough. he sucked your lower lip while your hands slightly pulled his hair which took him to the edge. he broke the kiss and panted heavily while you stared at him with your half closed eyes.

"i love you," he said and intertwined his left hand with yours. devouring your lips one more time as the night that was cold and frigid gradually started to turn hot by being in each other's presence.

[didishawn]

Then can I request a kylian fic where the reader is Jude and jobe Bellingham’s older sister and she is about 20/21 yo and she gets sm dms from different players, basketball players singer etc etc.. but then she gets a dm from kylian ( and kylian is her celeb crush) so she is over the moon then her brothers find out and become so overprotective over her.

Thank you for reading this long request bbs

❤️❤️❤️

Celebrity crush (Kylian Mbappe x Reader)

Warnings: none really, just celebs flirting with you and being kind of suggestive I guess

Masterlist

Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

"Hey, Jude, care to tell me what your friend is doing on my dms?"

That definitely catches your brother's attention, walking over and taking the phone from your hand, his eyes widen when he sees Haaland react to your story with heart eyes, fires and a: looking good, Bellingham

"What an asshole" your brother says, scrolling up to see more messages like that from his friend "Any other friend of mine over your dms?"

You see your brother's intention of checking out more messages, you stand up, taking the phone off his hand, making him and Jobe -sitting on the couch, previously distracted, but now with a watchful eye staring at you-surprised.

Jude raises an eyebrow "What was that about?"

You give him a nervous smile "What was what about?"

"Taking the phone off his hand" Jobe says "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, just don't want my little brother going through my dms"

"Do you have a boyfriend that you don't want us to know about?" Jude asks, his arms crossed, imitating your father whenever he saw you with some boy.

"And where did you get that from?"

"I don't know, you have been pretty cheery recently, not as annoying, and know are hiding something on your phone"

"You really want to see who else dms me?"

"I surely want to know if you are -Jobe cover your ears- hooking up with any of my teammates"

"I know what hooking up is...."

"Seriously, Jude? Fine, here, take it, I don't think you will find any of your friends there, but who knows?"

Honestly, Jude was kind of joking when he made his drama queen act about the dms, but he is not about to miss the chance of seeing who messages his dear sister.

Pedri González: coming any time soon to Barcelona? I can show you around the city and some real fun

Jamal Musiala: looking great, makes me want to show you who the best team of the Bundesliga really is

Harry Styles: wanna come to my next concert? Then we can find something better to do

Hero Fiennes Tiffin

Jude doesn't have time to read what that one said as his eyes go to the next name, he has that look that says: bullocks.

"You can't be serious, Kylian Mbappe?" he shouts, Jobe is instantly next to him watching your screen, your cheeks red.

Your brothers are speechless as they scroll over months of conversations in between you and who they know to be your celebrity crush, unbelieving when they see it was Kylian -or, Kyky as you call him-was the first to reach out to you, reacting to some story of yours of you tanning on the beach.

The man has invited you to France and all, and even offered to be the one to come and see you, doesn't matter if you are in Germany or England, he says he wants to see you.

"I can't believe it..." Jude sighs, Jobe nods.

"And you didn't tell us!"

"Because just look how crazy you are now. Besides, it's nothing serious, we are just friends"

"Yeah, right, that's why he constantly ssays you are hot and is desperate to see you"

"We are friends"

"You still should have told us!" the younger of the two says.

Jude is still for a second, seemingly deep in thought -you refrain from commenting how your never thought him to be one capable of thinking- he opens the camera, pointing at him and Jobe, whispers something at the younger one, you are confused, but refrain from saying anything as you see him press record.

"Hello Kylian, I am Jude, this is Jobe, but you must already know that judging by how much you seem to talk to my sister. You see, this video is just a warning to be very careful on whatever match we see each other next in, because I will be going after you. What on Earth is this about flirting with a maybe-future teammate's sister. Not cool at all, right Jobe? "

"Yeah! Not cool! At all!" you can't help but snort.

"So, yeah, just sleep with an open eye, and also, forget about my sister, she is too good for you even if she is pretty annoying"

"What? I am not annoying!"

"Yes you are, now shut up, I am not done yet" Jude turns again to the camera "Or you can continue talking to her and see what happens. Anyways, now I am finished, see ya around, Kyky"

They send the video, looking pretty proud of themselves.

Kylian opens your message as soon as it arrives as he always does, Jude and Jobe expectant for his reaction.

A couple of minutes later, a video from him arrives too, your brothers opening it without delay.

"Hello, Jude, Jobe, of course I know who you are, because you are right, I spend day and night talking with your sister and I don't intend to stop. I am pretty exited for what you will supposedly be doing next time we see each other Jude, I am sure you have some tricks up your sleeve - so do I, by the way. Really hoping we do end up as predicted on the same team, to see the look on your face when y/n uses my number instead of yours. Also, tell your sister to call me later, and don't be surprised when she travels to Paris on the next couple of weeks, she will be with me, my treat. Take care care you two, and give the phone back to your sister, I have something to show her"

Your brothers are speechless, and you, can't hp but laugh, taking your phone you start walking off, but turn to them "Oh, yeah, I will be asking you later for some tips about what to wear to Paris. I want to look my best, you know?"

You laugh at their expressions, a gentle smile taking over your face when a text from the man himself arrives, this time for you.

Your brothers are pretty funny, love, but we will also have to make sure to fill up the internet with photos about us when you come to me. Just as a payback.

[brideofmbappe]

Hair and There || Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

Genre: Dad!Kylian, fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[goatlottin]

protective boyfriend headcanons

Literally never leaves your side

Always wondering where you are, and tries not to, but is always checking your location

Usually checks up on you to make sure you’re actually eating, being productive

Like, would literally leave you a cup of water by the bed

N would ask for pictures if YOU ACTUALLY DRANK IT

Asks you to go out with him, just because he’s scared he’ll miss you too much and wanna come back early

Whenever you’re at his matches, he’s just constantly eyeing you

That is when he’s not on the ball…

After a big win or after he’s scored, he’ll wait for you on the pitch

Literally grabs you into his arms

As if his name is not tattooed to his back, he doesn’t care.

Gets soooo angry when he sees a teammate even look in your direction

Basically suffocates you into him

A show off

At restaurants, he will never ever let you even bring your wallet

Just thinks you deserve the option to not worry about money when you’re with him

Will typically order for you as well, knowing you get shy

Also if the waiter starts to piss him off

By piss him off, I mean offers you a refill of water

He will defend your name at all costs

No matter it’s a family member with a sly comment about your background

Or a teammate mocking your lack of punctuality

He won’t have any of it, really

“Don’t speak about her like that”

Why can I imagine him roaring that literally (sorry)

Would never let you walk home alone

f he knew you had classes late or had to stop by a store, he would come running

You knew he was tired, and you would feel so terrible about it

The one time he would have to put your feelings aside for this

“Ky, I really could've called an uber."

"An uber? You know they just let anyone be qualified ‘drivers'"

He would be such a hypocrite btw

Will become the most irritated man on the planet if a man were to even compliment your shoes

Huffing and puffing the whole way back home

Until a girl compliments him and you even give a slight look

He’s all over you😭😭

“Is my baby jealous?”

you would ignore him but he would be smirking and just going “hmm, hmm?” for the next 10 minutes

Same man who gets pissed when you’re holding his nephew’s hand

He just finds it hysterical that you think he would even think about other women

Would pull you into a hug as he smiled into the top of your hair

You would let him win this time

OH MY GOD when he’s out and buys you a little gift you know you said you wanted because he wanted to be the one to do it for you

“You could’ve got me this for my birthday, you know”

“I have other ideas for you too baby,”

[wavypotatochips]

and for the mbappe recognition, can I request kylian's brother ethan feeling upset bc of how media pressures him to be like his older brother but he doesn't want to worry his family so he keeps it a secret, for some reason he feels like he can open up to kylian's gf and she gives him a pep talk saying he's gonna make his own legacy and accidentally kylian overhears it and feels so happy his little brother trusts her and how nice she is to him that he falls in love with her even more. u can give it ur own spin, this is just an idea, thank u in advance 💓

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1.5k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: SLAAAAAY MORE MBAPPE RECOGNITION!!! Of course I don't mind writing about anyone, but more Neymar and Mbappe please c; teehee Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

Kylian asked you earlier in the day if you would mind picking up his younger brother from futebal practice because he wouldn't be able to, and of course you didn't mind. When it was time to pick him up from futebal practice, you did so and brought him home. Considering how much Ethan loved to stay to himself, you did not give his abnormally quiet conduct much attention, but you could still sense something was off. Ethan is currently in the living room scrolling through his phone as you are currently preparing dinner.

Ethan fiddles with his hair as he lets out another sigh seeing a sports channel talk about his performances and comparing him to his brother once more. Ethan is proud of his brother and will always be his number 1 supporter, but he hates how he always gets compared to Kylian. He especially hates when grown men on the sports channel talk about how he isn't good and he would never be like his brother. He tries his hardest to ignore the harsh criticism, but when you constantly hear about it- it tends to build up until you cannot take it anymore. This has been going on for a while now, and the one time he tried to talk to one of his teammates who he considered a best friend, he told him to just ‘try and brush it off’ as the media will always be negative. Well, he tried to listen to his best friend but as a 16 year old, it's not surprising that it can not simply be ignored when it feels as if the public only likes you because they think they have the potential to see your brother. He felt as if when people look at him, all they think about is Kylian Mbappe, not Ethan Mbappe. He begins to contemplate if he should talk to you or not because he does not want to worry you, but he knew you were someone he could rely on. You and his brother have been dating for 3 years now, and anytime there was a minor convince- you always helped him no matter what. He shuts off his phone, deciding it is best to talk to you and begins to make his way into the kitchen.

You were preparing dinner as he was debating what to do. You put on some music and begin to prep your ingredients, carefully chopping and measuring everything. The kitchen smells amazing as you sauté garlic and onions in olive oil, adding in diced tomatoes and a sprinkle of spices.

Next, you start on the main course. You're making grilled chicken marinated in a savory mixture of soy sauce, honey, and ginger. You pat the chicken dry and place it on the grill, watching as it sizzles and cooks to perfection. While the chicken is cooking, you start on the side dish. You're making roasted sweet potatoes with a hint of cinnamon and brown sugar. You slice the sweet potatoes into thin rounds, toss them in a mixture of spices and oil, and place them in the oven to bake.

You can hear Ethan's footsteps when he enters the kitchen, indicating that the music was not played at an excessive volume. "It smells nice," he says as he takes a seat on the bar stool. You smile hearing his compliment, "I'm making chicken and roasted potatoes with asparagus for us!  Although your brother is supposed to arrive home later than expected, I don't think we should go hungry until then, am I right?," you chuckle. He scratches the side of his head and nods in agreement before saying, "Hey ummm... Can we talk for a moment, Y/N.... ,"  he murmurs the final phrase, "There's been something that just has been bothering me." 

 "Of course," you say, sensing that he wants to open up to you about something personal. 

 "It's just that...I feel like I'm always being compared to Kylian, you know? Everyone's always asking me if I'm going to be as good as him or just the media constantly nagging my every move. If I mess up just once I just get so much hate, and it's like...I don't know if I can live up to that."

 You nod sympathetically. "I can imagine that's a lot of pressure. But you don't have to be Kylian, you know? You can be your own player." 

"But that's the thing," Ethan says, looking frustrated. "I want to be my own player, but it feels like everyone's always talking about how I compare to him. Even I do it to myself sometimes."

 "Well, you're not alone," you say, trying to reassure him. "Lots of people compare themselves to others, but it's not always a helpful way to think. You're talented in your own right, and you don't have to measure up to anyone else's standards.” 

Ethan seems to relax a little, nodding along. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But it's hard not to think about it when it's all people ever talk about."

"I get that," you say as you walk over to grab two plates from the counter. "But you should focus on your own progress and improvement, not what other people think or say.  And even though you're young, you have such a huge opportunity to keep on learning and growing as a player. You have so much potential and you're constantly improving."

"But I keep making mistakes," he says with a sigh as he watches you beginning to prep the plates.

"Mistakes are a part of learning.You're going to make mistakes, but that doesn't mean you're not good enough. It means you're growing and learning. You have so much potential, and I believe in you. Just keep practicing, keep pushing yourself, and don't worry about what anyone else thinks or says. You're doing great." You speak while you put food on both plates, along with a fork and a knife, on each plate. 

 He stays quiet for a moment as he takes in the words that you tell him. A small smile appears on his face, seeming to feel a little better. "Thanks. I guess I just need to work harder."

You take both plates and set them both on the kitchen island, moving one over to Ethan as you explain, "You don't need to work harder, you just need to believe in yourself."

"And if you're really upset about it, you can always talk to Kylian about it," you say as you start chopping the roasted chicken into smaller pieces. " We both know how unfavorable the media can be toward him, and I am not a futebol star like you, so my advice may not be the greatest."

Ethan looks thoughtful. "Yeah, I guess I could talk to him about it. Thanks for listening, though. I feel like I can trust you.” He takes a bite of the asparagus.

 "Of course I'm always here if you need to talk! And even though I'm not the best futebol player, if you ever need someone to talk to or to practice with, I'm here for you. I mean who knows, maybe I'll just cross you up." You both laugh, knowing that you could definitely not do that.

When you two were eating the delicious supper you had prepared, neither of you realized that Kylian had arrived home earlier than intended and had heard all you said.

Kylian quietly opens the front door of his house and makes his way to the kitchen. As he approaches, he can hear the sound of your voice, and his younger brother's voice responding. Curiosity piqued, he peeks around the corner and sees you sitting with his brother, giving him some advice and offering some kind words. He doesn't want to interrupt, so he decides to listen in. As he hears you speak, he can't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for you. You have always been a kind and caring person, but to see you taking the time to give his brother such motivational words is truly inspiring. Kylian takes a step back and leans against the wall, listening in to the conversation. He hears you tell his brother that he's capable of anything he sets his mind to, that he has so much potential, and that he doesn't need to compare himself to anyone else. Kylian can see the look of appreciation on his brother's face, and he can feel his own love for you grow even stronger. He thinks about how lucky he is to have you in his life, and how grateful he is for all the times you have encouraged him and supported him. He thinks about how you have always been there for him, through thick and thin, and how you always believed in him even when he didn't believe in himself.

In that moment, Kylian knows that he's found someone truly special, someone who brings out the best in him and in those around her. He knows that he'll always be grateful for your love and support, and he can't wait to see where your journey together will take you two.

[kykymbapp3]

- attention freak -

summary; mbappe was playing fifa with neymar, vitinha, and sergio all day. you missed him, you missed his touch. so you became desperate. you were ready to do whatever it took to please him.

content; SMUT. blowjob, spanking, size kink, teasing, dirty talk, dom!mbappe - sub!reader, mbappe being a total sucker for you, getting caught, confrontation.

word count; 883 words (IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT)

quick a/n!!; HII!! ok so this is my first smut story ive writting so PLEASEEE bare with me here😭 ENJOY MY LOVESS!

you always knew how much mbappe loved his friends. you thought it was sweet, but you didn't think it was enough to ignore you all day in his jersey. he had been playing FIFA with some fellow teammates since 9 AM. it was now 3 PM. "kyky, do you want food?" you asked him, thanking god he could even hear you over his friends on the headset. "no but thanks for asking amor." you always felt weak at the knees for his pet names. you respected his boundaries and understood he couldn't be with you every second of every day. but this was too much. you walked over to him and sat next to him. you could hear neymar cursing at mbappe in portuguese because mbappe scored against him. you took this as an opportunity. you knew it wasn't a big deal, but still, you start clapping and saying how proud you were of him. he looked at you confused. once he looked at you, he knew what you were doing.

you looked at him with doe eyes and a big smile across your face. you had your hands fiddling in your lap. "fuck." he groaned softly at the feeling of his erection growing every second he looked at you. you grinned in happiness that it worked, you would finally get the attention you had been waiting for what felt like years! almost immediately he clicked the mute button on his headset and threw it next to him. he picked you up and sat you rather comfortably on his lap. "is this what you want? you little whore begging for my attention." he growled. you felt pathetic. "answer" he demanded as he grabbed your breasts from under your shirt. you couldn't say a word. he had you mesmerized. "yes, oh fuck!" you moaned out as he started playing with your nipples. you felt your panties starting to get soaked as you felt his growing erection twitching under your core. every twitch making you whimper. "good girl" he grinned. without even realizing it, you start grinding on his lap. mbappe threw back his head in pleasure and groaned slightly. you started taking off his jersey but he stopped you almost immediately. "keep it on, I want to fuck your pretty little mouth in my jersey" you whimpered. god, he was fucking sexy.

he picked you up and put you on the floor on your knees. he took off his shorts and boxers. even after months of dating, you never could get used to his size. 11 inches long. you giggled at the sight of his hard cock in front of you. "fuck your huge" you moaned as you start stroking your hand up and down. occasionally you would play with his balls. "mon amour, enough with the teasing." he breathed out shakily. you slowly shoved his cock into your mouth. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth when you started to moan on his cock. you tried your hardest to go down all the way. he had his eyes closed but when he opened them all he could see was you with red, hollow cheeks, and teary eyes. "let me help you" he grinned. he started to thrust his hips into your mouth. eventually, your gag reflex kicked in and you had to tap out. he pulled out immediately and you caught your breath. "are you ok ?" he asked you. "yeah im fine, let me make you cum" you said. you put his cock back in your mouth.

you started to play with his balls again and suck on them. "f-fuck amor im close" he moaned. he thrust his hips into once again, this time not as far. you gagged a little but kept going. you ran your tongue over his tip, which was now red and swollen. he started to spank your ass which caused you to whimper. he kneaded your ass like he was making pizza dough. soft and gentle. you spit on his cock and started palming his tip. "fuck kylian your so fucking big" you moaned as you sucked on the tip. which sent him over the edge. he shot streams of hot cum down your throat. "did you swallow?" he asked you while caressing your cheek. you nodded, the salty residue still left in your mouth. "open." he demanded. you did as he said, you opened your mouth to show him that you did in fact swallow. he smiled at you and kissed your forehead. he went to go get a towel to clean the spit off of your chin and neck.

you left shortly after to go take a nap because you were tired. "ok sorry guys im back" he said relieved. "dude next time mute" neymar said. what? what did he mean by that? "shit. you heard" mbappe groaned. "i muted though!" you yelled. "you muted on ps4, not on FIFA." vitinha added. "your lucky, if i had a girl that could suck like that. i would always pay attention to her." ramos snickered as he heard you practically begging for his attention. "shut the fuck up dick" he muttered. "hey, hey, calm down. just because you got yours sucked doesn't mean you can be a dick." neymar laughed. he sighed. he knew they were going to tease him for ages about this.

a/n; HI AGAINNN! i hope you enjoyed um im really sorry that its so short but i kinda lost motivation at some points. anyways have a wonderful day/night luvbugs!💗

[loviingpedri]

let’s work this out

warnings: cursing, arguing, grammar issues

credits to owners for images.

“kylian, you don’t understand how important it was for me.” he missed one of your family member’s birthday party, once again. he constantly excuses it by saying he needed to practice or an unexpected meeting came up. it wasn’t a good look to your parents. nonetheless, attending family parties alone.

“you’re overreacting right now. come on, you know i have practice. you can’t just expect me to only commit to you.” kylian has been spilling random stories out of his mouth.

“i’m not telling you to choose football or me. i’m sick of attending everything that helps your career, but you can’t seem to even come with me for my nephew’s birthday. is it really that hard?”

“oh my god y/n. i spend hours everyday working hard to take care of us. the last shit i want to come home to is you yelling.”

“well don’t give me reasons to yell kylian. it’s not that hard to be a good boyfriend.”

“see, now you’re bitching about how i’m a bad boyfriend. i just want to relax for once.” he left you in tears as always as he went to the bathroom. you sat there in disbelief. you hoped he would come back out and try to comfort you. there was no point when you heard the shower turn on.

the arguing had been going on for a month. you don’t even remember the last time you were in the same bed as him. or the last time you slept peacefully. fuck, not even the last time you had eyes that weren’t swollen. kylian knew about the party at least for 2 months. every party had to be planned beforehand to clear his schedule. today was his day off as well. he left to the training camp without a word. it wasn’t like he forgot. your nephew adored him, who could forget someone that quickly? you clearly noticed he consistently avoided coming home because there would just be back-to-back arguing. you would sleep in your once shared bed, and he slept in the guest bedroom. but that was only if he actually came home. your family constantly nagging about him was one thing, but the most important thing was you didn’t know who he was with. you trusted kylian in so many levels, but the past few weeks gave you doubts.

of course, the media would’ve found out if he was seeing someone else before you did anyway. there’s already been rumors that your relationship was over. more spotlight on him going out to clubs and bars. the sudden distance was running through your head like crazy. did you just lose your best friend? you felt so hopeless that you grabbed a random suitcase and filled random clothes in it. in minutes, the clothes were everywhere on the floor and the suitcase was going to break from the weight. ultimately, you left everything on the floor and just went outside for some air.

where were you going? hell, you didn’t know. it was just an instinct to just keep walking. you were lucky to live somewhere private so there’s nobody taking pictures, but damn the walk to leave the property was far. halfway to the gate, rain suddenly poured down. your tears only fell faster to the point where you couldn’t tell if it was the rain or your tears. it felt like your life was falling apart only in one hour. the thunderstorm only grew louder as the wind picked up. you were stuck in the rain, cold, and only farther from home. you just walked wherever the wind was taking you, which was to the exit. as your nose was dripping and your tennis shoes now soaked, suddenly light was flashed on you.

you looked behind to see a car. being the only resident in this street, you could figure out who it was. you walked faster which splashed puddles everywhere, but that didn’t stop kylian from getting out his car and running towards you. you didn’t expect anything except more fighting. that thought slowly disappeared as you were pulled into a hug.

“where are you going? please don’t leave.” you couldn’t believe it. kylian mbappe was crying while hugging you in the rain. you didn’t know what to think or how to feel. actually, his comfort made you cry harder. you got the closure you needed after awhile. “you scared me, i thought i lost you.” he was moving the hair out of your face while speaking in a calming voice. “i saw your clothes on the floor. then your phone was on the nightstand. then the thunder shook the house.”

“kylian, i’m okay. i just needed time to think.”

“think about what? were you going to leave?” the man with the world at his feet was currently begging you to stay by him. you’ve never seen him so worried about anything, you felt happy to know he cared.

“i’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.” you removed his hand off your cheek as you gave a soft smile.

“let’s go back home, you’re soaked.”

“yeah, i wonder why kylian.”

“it’s actually kyky to you.”

“no, you made me mad. you’re kylian now.”

“it’s kyky.”

[jkkyks]

Amour tonight ♥️

Player of the month & top scorer💋

[psgirlie]

Someone pls save ethan from his brother