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𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞
𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵
𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘭
kylian pulled me into a guest room eagerly but not quietly as i resisted so hard, struggling and making a scene all the way upstairs, but no one noticed.
well i “kinda” got mad on the way over here and took it all out on him.
“get off of me—” i almost cursed before he slammed me against the door, his hand wrapping around my neck.
we found a random guest room in messi’s house where the whole date night was planned, i simply didn’t wanna go.
plus when i was picking him up from practice, he was smiling and giggling with somebody, a female at that.
him just brushing it off after he put his number in her phone, and didn’t speak to me until we got to the house.
caused me to flip.
he hugged me in front of her, dodging my kiss, but “it wasn’t his intention” he says.
pfft.
“you’re just making this even worse on yourself. shut up.” kylian demanded, he looked so fine in his dressed up attire, and not to mention his hair was dyed recently blonde.
i bit my lip, shutting my mouth as said before he threw me on the guest bed, note i had on a nice see through black outfit, corset curvy bodysuit, exposing all the curves and body marks.
kylian stalked towards me as he took his suit jacket off, soonly unbuttoning his white shirt a bit, turned me the hell on.
and his hands? god.
“come here y/n.” kylian demanded, done with my games.
“no, we’re not doing this shit right now!” i cursed as kylian grabbed me, pulling me down towards the edge of the bed, earning a yelp from me.
“you’re so fucking disobedient.” kylian roughly mumbled before stripping me roughly of my clothes, leaving me naked, but with his white button down shirt.
my legs hopped around his arms well, leaving him in towering over me as our breaths hitched over one another, our noses nearly touching.
i got wetter by the second. “watch me. and you take your eyes off of me, you’re not gonna cum.” kylian grunted as my walls clenched around him, smoothly sliding into me with ease, earning a gasp from me.
i felt my walls get together around him, making him groan before the sounds of my wetness filled the room along with the skin clapping as my moans grew louder.
“fucking slut, wearing this outfit, trying to get somebodies attention?” kylian roughly degraded me just only for me to hear.
my eyes never left the scene underneath me, making me cry and plead, the moans growing louder.
“k-kyliannn!” i whimpered as my eyes rolled back, making kylian shift, pinning my legs back, making my thighs touch the mattress.
i was a moaning mess.
“o-oh my f-fucking goddd!” i dragged out in tears as my eyes rolled back, making kylian wrap his hand around my neck, just staring down at all my love faces.
meanwhile i was going fucking crazy.
“it was just “fuck me” 10 minutes ago, but when im fucking you, it’s all moans and screams, amor.” kylian talked to me as i felt myself traveling through a orgasm.
kylian pushed all of himself in as i screamed. a toe curling scream. “d-daddy!”
he was so girthy and thick, it felt like i was being filled up to a point to where i was levitating at the pleasure i was getting, feeling stuffed.
i pushed my hand hard as i could against his abs as tears ran down my face, causing him to slap my hand away, dribbling spit on his dick as his strokes got rougher, abusing my spot.
“shut the fuck up & take it, slut.” kylian growled under his breath. my hands gripped the sheets as i felt him in my stomach, noticing his print through it.
kylian held my ankles open as he smirked mentally, at how submissive i was.
“p-please slow down baby…” i cried, feeling my legs shake for the third time, feeling as if i was gonna just squirt.
“say sorry. you got it amour, don’t cum yet.” kylian’s finger ram across my clit so effortlessly, causing me to squirm.
“i-im sorry.” i moaned out as my grip got tighter on the sheets.
“for what?”
“f-for earlier.” i whimpered. “you don’t need to worry about her, who do i fuck and come home to every night hm?” kylian asked, slowing down.
“m-me.” i stared up at me as he stared at me back, this intimacy felt so good within the moment.
“im all yours, amour. don’t ever fucking forget that.” as i felt the tightest knot in my stomach, tears streaming down my face.
“im gonna c-cum!” i cried out, as kylian towered me again, as our hands came in clutch, staring down at me as he talked me through my orgasm.
“go ahead, cum for me. stare at me when you cum too. so fucking gorgeous.” kylian said as my eyes began to roll back, i wasn’t even gonna be able to walk after this.
i let out a scream as i clenched around him, causing him to groan out, before sitting up quickly, pulling out straight on your pussy, feeling himself cum a little quicker than usual. “ah putain! merde y/n.” kylian shouted.
heavy breathing filled the room as he rubbed in the cum with his still swollen tip, before he gripped the back of my thighs, feeling his wet tongue glide across my clit.
i moaned loudly as i caressed his head, staring down at him just eating my soul out.
he lapped up every single drop i had left, feeling my legs buckle and tense up as he lifted himself, kissing my lips, combining his cum & my juices on his lips…
lord have mercy…
“my legs hurt babe.” i whined as i sat up, as he helped me get dressed, me helping him button his shirt up.
“ill help you walk back downstairs…hope they didn’t hear us.” kylian prayed, before a knock on the door was heard, making us jump lightly.
“the walls are thin! don’t think we didn’t hear you!” messi and his wife shouted from the door, earning a laugh from us.
that’s kinda embarrassing, but it did fill my love for public sex.
short drabble or wtv, cleaning and finishing drafts! jude is next guys!
love u guys. ❤️
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I ll just leave this here, so I can watch it every time I open tumblr for special reasons..
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my blonde boy
in which you’re missing his blonde hair
ship: kylian mbappe x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive if you squint
a/n: this is my first tumblr writing idk if im doing this right but! bear with me. This also really, really short but..
“But why can’t you?” You genuinely didn’t get why he couldn’t do you this one favor.
“Babe, we’ve had this exact conversation before.” He internally groaned at you as he kept one hand on the wheel, the other lazily onto your thigh.
You turned to face him, knocking his hand over to flop across the passenger seat unheedingly. “Please? Pretty please?” You pouted towards your boyfriend.
He gave a short laugh, “Why are you so obsessed with the color of my hair?”
“The blonde was just so perfect! You looked so sexy, Ky. And it’ll make me so, very happy. Isn’t that enough for you?” You turned to gaslighting.
He shook his head as he swallowed. This was a good sign for you, he looked like he would begin to give in. “Hon, you know I love you. But the answer is no for now. I like this hair!”
You pouted dramatically. “You’re so boring.” After no response from the Parisian, you carried on with you venture “If you loved me, you would do it.”
Still no response. You huffed out, as you turned your knees towards the right-hand door, opting to ignore him for the rest of your short trip home.
“Come on, don’t be like that.” He multitasked as he drove and tried to grab your face to look at him at the same time. You didn’t make it easy, still being difficultly childish.
You continued to pout until you got home and immediately went to your shared bedroom. Without realizing, you had taken a nap.
Upon waking up, you looked to find out it was already 8pm, and your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. You remembered your petty “argument” if that was even what it could qualify as.
You snaked out of bed and reached the door. Before grabbing it, in walked Kylian. A blonde Kylian.
You smiled so wide you thought your jaw would hurt soon. He was yet to realize you had noticed him, but when he did: Your smile grew to it’s fullest.
You jumped into his arms, smooching him endlessly. You felt his smile in your neck while you pulled your face back to get a better look.
“I can’t believe you did this for me,” you looked at him in awe. “I love it so much, Ky.” You smiled into him, so moved.
“Well, I had to show that I clearly do love you, hmm?” He hummed in content. You smiled back, giving his shoulder a push. “What do I get from you now?” He pondered playfully.
“I have a few ideas.” You grabbed his hand further into the room.
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My favorite genre: blonde footballers
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Can you write an angst about y/n being jealous of kylian's best girlfriend?
kylian and his best girlfriend's extreme intimacy may have made y/n suspicious, they might get into a fight when she tells kylian that.
You can choose the final part (break up or make up)
The One~Kylian Mbappe
*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*
my first Kylian imagine took a lot of likes so I thought id write another one cuz why not
you can request from my prompt list
this is my master list
players/drivers I write for
Jules -> Kylian's best friend
Was it jealousy? Insecurity? Bitterness?
y/n didn't quite know her feelings towards Kylian and his best friend's, who was a girl, relationship. There was something between them that y/n couldn't quite point out.
She always tried to shake off the feeling she gets when seeing them together, but sometimes it got out of hand. They were best friends since childhood, and she didn't to ruin that because of the stupid feeling in her gut.
y/n could never hate Jules. She was amazing. A literal angel. She was always so sweet with y/n. That made it hard for y/n. How could she hate such an angel?
What made things worse was that y/n and Kylian had a private relationship. He wasn't able to take her out on proper dates, or on events that he was invited to. He was never able to show her off to the world. She was never able to shine on the red carpet next to Kylian. But Jules was.
Jules was Kylian's date to every place he went to. Every party, every ceremony, every event. y/n was always trying to get used to it, but she never could. How could she get used to seeing her boyfriend in the arms of another girl. A girl who she thought was perfect. Blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, perfect body. She was a perfect girl for people like Kylian. People who have an amazing reputation that they have to maintain. This reputation would be ruined if the world knew who he was really dating.
y/n glanced at Kylian, who was getting ready for an event. He was receiving an award tonight, and she was super proud of him. Except she wouldn't be the one to show that to the world, but Jules
"you look so handsome Ky" she said from her seat, making Kylian smile at her through the mirror
"Merci mon amour" he said with a small smile
He was about to tell her something, when his phone rang. He glanced at it, smiling when he saw Jules' name.
"its Jules. I think she's ready. I have to go pick her up" he let out a sigh. y/n's smile faded at the mention of Jules. She thought she was ready to mention her discomfort in his friendship with Jules
"I think we should talk when you come back" she said in a low voice. Kylian who was sitting at the end of the Ned tying his shoes, looked up at her with a confused look
"everything okay baby?" he asked, sensing her sadness, even if she tried masking it with a smile
"we'll talk when you're back. don't worry. busy enjoy your night. I'm so proud of you Kyky" she wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her back burying his head in her neck
"I will mon amour. And thank you for being there for me at every step of my career. I wouldn't have done it without you baby" he said into her neck.
y/n was feeling guilty now for ever doubting Kylian's feelings towards her. So she smiled him and kissed his lips lightly
"go now. Jules must be waiting for you" she said ,with a fake smile. Kylian smiled and pecked her lips a few times before walking out of the room
y/n let out a sigh and flopped down on the bed.
Maybe she was just overthinking everything? Maybe she was just jealous that Jules gets to go out with him and not because she likes him but because she's his best friend?
These thoughts kept running through her head for almost an hour, until she started receiving a lot of notifications from Twitter.
She knew the event must have started, because she followed accounts that posted videos and photos of the guests there. So she opened her phone. And she wish she didn't
She was met with a video of Kylian and Jules exiting the car they arrived in. Kylian got out first and held his hand out for Jules, something he always did for her. Once they were out, they walked to the red carpet where they were supposed the pose and take pictures, hand in hand. Kylian had his arm around her waist, while she leaned closer to him, her hand on his chest, kissing his cheek while whispering something in his ear. Kylian laughed before they posed for a few more pictures and walked inside.
y/n felt her heart in her stomach. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and turned off her phone. She got lost in her own thoughts, which was the worse place for an overthinker like her to be at.
he seems happy with Jules
he never smiled that widely when he was around her
his laugh seemed genuine
does he still love her?
he's known Jules his whole life, he might have fallen for her before but never realized until now
why would he be with a girl he has only known for a few years when he can be with girl he's known since diapers?
y/n didn't realize she was crying until one tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it away for other tears to start crawling down her cheeks. She stopped trying to wipe her tears and just laid in bed, crying until she fell asleep before Kylian even came home.
Next Morning
y/n woke up with a headache, while Kylian was laying next to her. She decided to address her opinion about his friendship with Jules, so she woke him up.
"bonjour mon amour. I arrived late last night and didn't want to wake you up" his voice was deep and hoarse, while he rubbed his eyes and sat up
"Kyky I need to ask you something" she said in a low voice
"anything" he said, getting a bit worried about her
"is there...is there like something between you and Jules?" she asked, a bit afraid of his reaction
"w-what do you mean?" he asked, chuckling nervously.
That didn't help in the uneasiness y/n was feeling
"like, do you like her or something? she seems so into you and you guys are close, always going out together and taking pictures and hugging each other. its annoying to see her treat you like her boyfriend when I exist and she knows it" y/n confessed, feeling the weight shift off her shoulders, until she was met with an angry expression from Kylian
"you think I'm cheating on you y/n? for gods sake Jules and I have been best friends since forever and if I wanted to date her I would've done that ages ago before I even met you. why are you jealous of her? jealousy makes relationships toxic y/n" he said in an angry tone
y/n closed her eyes to keep the tears inside, but they fell down her cheeks anyways
"you don't understand Kylian" she whispered, shaking her head and avoiding his eyes
"then make me understand y/n. or else we'll have to break up if you're gonna stay jealous of my best friend" he said, emphasizing the 'best friend'
"she makes me insecure Ky. she gets to go out with you and show you off when you aren't even hers. She makes me doubt myself, making me wonder why you're with me when you could be with someone like her. a model with an amazing personality, body, face, literally everything. she's perfect. something I am not. so if you want to be with her, then its fine. but don't lie to me and tell me you love me when you want her" she breathed out, while Kylian was looking at her with sad eyes, feeling dumb for not seeing and noticing the way she was feeling
"y/n, amour, me and Jules are just friends. I don't want her, I want and have you. If I liked her, trust me, I would be with her. But I want you. I need you y/n. you're everything my life revolves around. I can't breathe when you're not near. I can't wait to see you again when I'm away. you mean so much to me baby and it hurts for me to realize that you don't know that you're the one for me. the only one I need and will ever need in my whole life" he cupped her cheek in his hand, never letting the contact between their eyes break
Tears were still streaming down y/n's face, but this time they were tears of joy. She realized that Kylian actually loves her. not Jules, not anyone, but her. She smiled at him, feeling the relief engluf her.
"I love you Kyky" she mumbled, while Kylian wiped her tears with his thumb
"I love you more mon ange. how about some pancakes to make you feel better?" he suggested, making the smile on y/n's face widen
"that would be great"
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you should totally do a messi x daughter fanfic. One where she is in a relationship with Kylian Mbappe’s brother, Ethan Mbappe.
I love you writing btw. it’s awesome. Keep the good work!
A/N: So about this request--seeing as Ethan Mbappe is underage, I'm uncomfortable writing something for him. I'll do the fic with Kylian Mbappe instead, but I'm sorry, I won't do Ethan seeing as he's 16 and barely even legal in France.
I also combined it with this request: "will u make a fan fiction about Messi x daughter in which the daughter is an actress and they all go to a, premiere or an award show where she is nominated (and she wins), with her. Also an after party part will be good!"
Face claim for most photos: Haley Lu Richardson
Messi x daughter!actress!reader (also Mbappe x reader)
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yourusername: tiempo familiar, pt. 1
monicabarbaro: this movie better be good if you dyed your hair for it 😭
yourusername: i promise its worth the wait!!
chrishemsworth: I can attest to that!
leomessi: Te ves hermosa, cariño! (translated from Spanish: "You look beautiful, sweetie!")
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yourusername: gracias papa🥺
antonelaroccuzzo: 💕💕💕
neymarjr: obrigado por vir ao jogo, y/n, foi bom ver você de novo! (translated from Portuguese: "thanks for coming to the match, y/n, it was good to see you again!")
yourusername: you too! ❤️
user307: 👀
fanaccount1: how is she so pretty as a blonde and brunette???? she's so lucky
user203: she's literally anto roccuzzo's daughter be fr
user892: my favorite nepo baby
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celebritygossip: The first photo was posted on @yourusername;s story yesterday morning. The second one was posted by @k.mbappe just hours afterwards. Coincidence? We think not.
user487: i'm not sold at all but i'm glad it's not (possibly) neymar. i was not for the whole age-gap, dad's best friend thing.
fanaccount2: Totally agree.
user008: me three, but we really shouldn't have any opinions on who y/n dates. we don't know her.
fanaccount3: no one asked you to act all high and mighty.
user918: Y/N could have any man in the world and she choses someone who looks like a teenage mutant ninja turtle.
fanaccount4: She said we'll find out eventually, maybe this is it??
user773: i don't think she meant some random gossip account 'connecting the dots.' we still have to wait
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yourusername: "Figures and Strangers" has officially ended production. I would like to thank everyone who I've worked with on this project; you have made every moment of this past year special, and I will remember our time together for the rest of my life.
"Figures and Strangers" is about family, love, and perseverance in the midst of hard times. While I may not have had hard times, the other themes of this movie pertained to my life when I auditioned:
Without my family's unwavering support and direction, I would not be where I am today; seriously, without my father, I wouldn't have been tipped off about Spielberg shooting his first film in Paris, and I would not be typing this today.
A year ago, I had gone on one date with the man I now call my love. Since that day, he has been with me through thick and thin: from nights spent crying over hard-to-memorize lines, to entire weeks when I was hardly home. He saw me through my highs in lows, through enjoying life then doubting every choice I've ever made. Honestly, I believe he's more love and understanding than man. I would have never known the man my father introduced me to would be such a blessing, but I am so glad to call him mine.
And, finally, perseverance: when I heard about this movie, I was still struggling with the notion that all I would ever be was my dad's child. I love my dad with all my heart and all my soul, but seeing myself called "Lionel Messi's daughter" instead of "Y/N Messi" in headlines about my own accomplishments damaged my self-esteem (not to mention all the "nepo baby" comments--yes, I read all of those). Yet, all of this motivated me to work even harder and persevere, as my character in "Figures and Strangers" does. I am glad to say that I am happy with where I stand right now, and I have made myself proud.
Anyways, to wrap this up, I'll quote the ever so wise Winnie the Pooh by saying how lucky I am having something that makes saying goodbye so hard. I am eternally grateful for everything that has happened in the past year because of "Figures and Strangers," and how it has transformed me as a person.
Thank you all again, and I'll see you in the movies.
~ Y/N Messi
leomessi: También nos has hecho sentir orgullosas, Y/N. (translated from Spanish: "You have also made us proud, Y/N.")
yourusername: muchas gracias, papá. te amo más de lo que sabes. ("thank you very much, dad. i love you more than you know.")
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zoeisabellakravitz: Best Actress nom when
evanpetes: can't wait to see it!
psg: All of us are so happy for you!
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masonmount: seriously, y/n, congrats on everything. you deserve all the awards.
yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️
fanaccount5: guys???
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k.mbappe: 🖤🤍
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chrishemsworth: Had a fun premiere with you both! Here's to more success yet to come!
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yourusername: you too!!
antonelaroccuzzo: You look stunning, sweetie 💕
yourusername: thank you mom 🥺🥺
fanaccount6: WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH
user940: how did we NOT see this coming it makes so much sense
yourusername: i told you you'd find out eventually 😉
fanaccount7: they're so perfect omg????
user038: my wife and husband
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leomessi: (translated from Spanish) I couldn't be more proud of my daughter tonight. I remember the little plays you used to put on with your cousins and brothers, and today I watched you walk across the Oscars' stage to accept the Best Actress award. All of your hard work and dedication has paid off, and you've truly made a name for yourself. Congratulations on everything you've done and will accomplish in the future. I love you very much.
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yourusername: i'm going to cry dad! i love you too!
antonelaroccuzzo: We're both thrilled for you, Y/N. You've exceeded our expectations and turned into an incredible young woman.
yourusername: thanks mom!
k.mbappe: proud to call you mine💕
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leomessi: Take care of her!
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yourusername: can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you
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k.mbappe: mon amour ❤️
leomessi: The best daughter and son-in-law a man could ask for.
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Mbappe x reader where he is really possessive and angry and jealous. You can come up with the scenario. Maybe something like what u did for Richi 🫶🏼✨
TERRITORIAL
pairing: mbappe x reader
summary: On the day of one of Kylian’s vital matches, speculations cloud the pitch. Both Y/N and Mbappe learn the crucial power of privacy, realising what people don’t know, they can’t ruin.
author’s note: angst!! possessive and jealous mbappe!! honestly i love writing for him!! plus i tried some new things <33. hope u enjoy and sorry for the long wait :) + i imagined blonde kylian whilst writing this
Kylian startles me, as he comes from behind me and wraps his toned arms around my waist. His chin resting on my shoulder, I let out a long exhalation of relief, feeling a wave of serenity among the bustling Parisian lights. I glanced up, staring deeply into the blinking lights that illuminated the city, and then looked back to Kylian, attaching my lips onto his. Today marked our six month anniversary, and Ky decided to bring us back home to celebrate. Paris always had a special fondness in my heart, as it is where I spent the first seven years of my life, where most of my family resided and where I met Kylian. Although our night had to be cut short due to Kylian’s match at Parc des Princes tomorrow, we both made sure to relish each other’s presence to the fullest.
It was rare we had each other to ourselves like this, due to our demanding and famed lifestyles. If I was free, Kylian had training and if he was free, I had a photoshoot. As if this wasn't enough of a hassle of its own, the added factor of secrecy makes things completely infeasible. Disguises, secret locations and body guards were just some of the thousands of precautions taken to ensure our privacy. So far, it worked, as Kylian was being linked to essentially every Woman in Paris except me. No one had the reason to relate the two of us, as to some, I lived in a completely different universe to Kylian Mbappe. And it was all worth it, as despite everything else about us being in the forefront of the public eye, we finally had something that was utterly and wholly ours. Just ours, and only ever ours.
“Je ne me lasserai jamais de ce vue.” (I will never get tired of this view.) I mention, entirely enthralled by the glimmering tower in front of me.
“Moi aussi.” (Me too.) Kylian responds quickly, and I whip my head back to find his stare unreservedly fixated on me instead of the tower. I smile softly, and drop my eyes to the floor attempting to conceal my bashful state. He can obviously see me try to hide my face, as he erupts into a fit of shameless laughter. This only makes me even more coy, as I physically cover myself with my hands to avoid eye contact. I rest my head on his chest, which reverbates as he continues to laugh at my timidity, as he begins to cradle it and kiss my head. His forwardness has always made me feel shy, which was one of things I liked about him.
“Let me take a picture of you.” He asks, staring directly into my dilated irises. I nod as he takes a couple with me doing funny pictures in front of the tower, some idyllic selfies of the two of us and some with my back turned, facing the view. I decided to choose one to upload to my story, appreciative of the views ahead of me.
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Game day. I made my way towards the stadium, riddled with nerves. As I sit patiently, my phone lights up seeing Ky’s name appear. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, since at a time so close to the game, he would never go on his phone, it was apart of his pre game ritual. I answer hesitantly.
“Y/N,” Mbappe says, and my worry quadruples in size.
“Yes?” I answer, and he lets out a sigh. “Ky, what’s up?”
“Have you checked your phone recently? Or seen your twitter?”
“No? Why? Do I need to?”
“Check your messages.”
Suddenly, I get a notification from Kylian, viewing the attachment he sent me. I gasp.
I go silent, and Kylian understands my thoughts, as he begins calling out my name. That was me and him, on the front cover, kissing, for everyone to see. How did we not know? How could we be so thoughtless?
I tune in to our conversation and listen to what Kylian has to say.
“Listen, there’s good news and bad news.”
“Je pense que la mauvaise nouvelle est très évidente, what’s the good news? (I think that the bad news is very obvious,)
“Your face is not seen in the article, that’s good, right?” He says, attempting to lighten the tone. I giggle at his ridiculous positivity.
“It says undetected not unknown, I already know they are just waiting for the perfect time to say my name.”
“Speaking of that, there’s one more piece of bad news. Check your twitter.”
I sigh, and my Twitter is on the verge of crashing down with the amount of notifications I have. I go to the trending page and view my name in capitals.
“Kylian…”
I tap on the hashtag and see tons of threads and tweets labelled:
A TIMELINE OF Y/N Y/L/N & KYLIAN MBAPPE’S RELATIONSHIP
THE FRENCH IT COUPLE: Y/N AND MBAPPE
Y/N & MBAPPE??? UNDER THE EIFFEL TOWER,, KISSING???
Y/N IS THE GIRL IN THE PHOTO AND HERE’S WHY…
“Oh God.” I blurt out, realising just how bad this situation is.
“Yeah… essayez de ne pas trop vous en soucier, d’accord?” (try not to worry about it too much, okay?) Kylian says with his voice soft and gentle, trying to console me. I realise his game is getting closer, and he needs to focus, not calling me.
“You too. I’ll still be rooting for you in the stands. I love you.” I affirm, not allowing any trivial tabloids, trending hashtags or headlines get into my head.
“Je t’aime plus. (I love you more.) See you later, Ma vie.” (My life.)
Eventually, I reached Parc des Princes. This was the first time I would be going to one of his matches, due to our privacy precautions and coincidentally it was also the first time I went out as ‘Mbappe’s girlfriend.’ Great. We planned out this for months, ensuring that I could still have a good view, whilst still being hidden from the public eye, and now that all went to waste. As soon as I stepped out of the Uber, I heard haunting shutters and clicks of cameras, something which still irked me after all the experience. Mbappe made sure to increase the security, even before this whole situation, so I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Three different guards surrounded me, and escorted me to the seats, which, initially I thought was excessive, however now, I’m more grateful than ever. After navigating endless hallways and shortcuts, I finally sat down in my seat. I scan the pitch to find him, and I immediately see him, more unfazed than ever. Seeing him like that makes me feel more confident in turn, so I straighten up my posture, cross my legs, fix my hair and breathe. The whistle blows, and I just pray this match goes well.
Within minutes of the whistle sounding, Kylian is smoothly assisted the ball from Hakimi, before a defender from the other team viciously slide tackles into Mbappe’s ankles. He drops brutally. The crowd roars in anger and the referee whistle is sounded. I jump up instinctually, genuinely stressing. To everyone’s surprise, Mbappe limps up and begins to confront the heated defender. They argue aggressively, foreheads pounding, vicious shouts and boyish shoves and grunts consuming the screen. Just as the teammates from the respective teams begin to diffuse the situation, seemingly reaching a state of stillness, the defender utters something, which was completely unintelligible on the screens, but was clear enough to make Kylian charge towards him again.
Kylian releases himself from his frenzied team mates grasp and dashes towards him. Still provoking him with his comments, Kylian shoves the player with his utmost force and in turn, he drops to the ground immediately, rolling around to finish off the performance. I could tell Ky was extremely, extremely irritated by him, and was on the brink of losing control. The melodramatic player stops rolling around and gets back up, muttering more comments towards him. Kylian finally reaches his edge, as he shoves the player with intense acceleration. The crowd jumped in shock, the game turning into utter chaos as both teams failed to diffuse the situation miserably. The referee swiftly puts a red card above his head, something that Kylian was practically waiting for. He knew what he did was stupid. Before he left, I could make out the words ‘Parlez encore d'elle’, ‘Redis son nom’ and ‘Voir ce qui se passe’.
I could tell he was still angry as he left the pitch, as he ignored consoles from his manager and teammates and headed straight out towards the tunnel leading them back to the changing rooms. Suddenly, I make the executive decision to go, picking up my feet and explaining to bumptious guards that I am perfectly capable of going to the bathroom by myself.
Reaching the hallways, I hear the thump and strikes of objects being hurled around the room laced with a string of unrefined french swears. I breathed out Kylian’s name, before following the sounds as it became increasingly louder. I perceive erratic breathing and I become alarmingly worried at his state. Placing my fingers upon the door, I push outwards revealing the catastrophic conditions of the changing room. I see him, sitting on the floor against a disfigured locker door. His head hung back, facing the ceiling and his eyes pinched shut, as if he was trying to erase something from his mind. I murmur his name from under my breath, and he looks up at me, prolonging unfeigned eye contact. I begin to make my way towards him, before Kylian jumps up and moves back from me. I frown, puzzled but nonetheless I remain immobile maintaining a gut wrenching distance.
“Ky, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”(What’s wrong?) I ask gently, tilting my head and giving him further inspection. I glance down to his knuckles, bruised and red. “Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé là-bas?” (What happened down there?) My voice slowly started to become less and less unfaltering as it grew with concern.
He shakes his head and compresses his lips together, his hands placed firmly on his hips. He starts pacing around the room, opening up and closing his mouth in an attempt to formulate a sentence. Seeing him this anxiety-ridden makes my heart pound with sympathy, so in a couple strides, I come towards Kylian and grab his attention. I cup his face, staring into his dilated irises. I see flicks of hesitation scan his face, before I begin to calm him down.
“I love you. You can trust me.” I reassure him, as his broad shoulders slowly become less uptight.
“I know I can. C'est moi, en qui je n'ai pas confiance..” (It's me, who I don't trust.) He mutters shamefully, expressing the extent of his anger.
“Well I do. I trust you completely.”
Kylian heaves, before his attentive glare left mine and watched the walls. “He- They know about you. He was talking about you on the pitch. The whole team.” I sigh, before softly dropping my hands from his face. He notices this, as he grabs my hands to hold them before they fall against my sides.
“What did they say?”
His head hangs low, and his gaze meets the floor. I look up at him searching for the eye contact I desire, but his eyes remain glued to the ground. “Ky-” I’m cut off as he looks back at me.
“First they said you were pretty. They kept saying your name, congratulating me for getting someone as sexy as you. Afterwards, they began to threaten me about how I need to get up from the ground so I won’t embarrass you. Then one of them started to talk about how they can treat you better. That they can fuck you better than me. When I pushed him down, his teammates started to say the same thing, saying your name, imitating you, moaning. It was disgusting and I’m sorry that you-”
I connect my lips onto his, overwhelmed. It felt like the only correct answer at the moment, as Kylian’s temper was rising by the minute. His resentment translated into ardent concupiscence, as his hands shifted against my body frantically. His hands in my hair, and my arms linked around his shoulders. I hoped my appreciation for him was communicated. A million thoughts condensed into one single moment.
I slowly detach my lips from him, as our foreheads touch. Trying to regain my breathing, I still see Ky’s eyes closed and his lips pressed together. Eventually, his eyes flutter open and I begin to laugh at his state. Face flushed, red lipstick staining his lips it was truly a heavenly sight. As our laughs reverberated against the changing room, he grabbed my waist and pressed it towards him in a snug embrace. After a few beats of silence, I place my chin on his chest to look up, “Is it bad to say I like it when you’re jealous?” He looks down and furrows his eyebrows. His dimple pops up as he talks, “I wasn’t jealous.” I laugh at his denial, because clearly his actions presented differently.
“So getting a four match ban isn’t a result of your jealousy?” I remark snarkily as Kylian pouts, slightly saddened by my words. I laugh quietly to myself, before I apologise profusely and kiss the tip of his nose.
He continues to plead his case saying “Je ne suis pas jaloux, je suis territorial. (I am not jealous, I am territorial.) Jealousy is when you want something that’s not yours, and I was just protecting what’s already mine.”
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Kylian Mbappe x Dutch!fem!reader (but who are we truly kidding, it's about me 😂😂)
Summary: You and your friend get stuck in an elevator with two guys who are the proud owners of the World Champion title of 2018. It's just that you don't know that yet.
Word count: 2.1k
A/N: I tried to fight it, I truly do, however I just couldn't help myself. So here it is: a stupid little one shot, based of a dream I had 😂 Also, the reader is Dutch, you have a friend named Jocelyn and it's June 2022
masterlist // misc. masterlist
Forget Emily in Paris. Who needs her, when you have me—Y/N Y/L/N—right here in the heart of Paris? I’ll just admit it straight away: I am that cliche. I eat croissants, am a whore for crepes and am looking into eating escargot. Finally I have an excuse to wear the beret. Try to impress the French with my mediocre accent and the three things I remember from my French lessons back in high school, though I don’t think I’m necessarily succeeding.
I’m wearing a black midi dress, paired with the platform boots and I push the sunglasses in my hair. I put on a thin white cardigan with daisies on it. After I zipped up my black boots, I grab the purse and ask my friend: ‘Ready?’
‘Is overdressing really your main purpose in life?’
I scoff. ‘Thought you knew me by now,’ I say, looking into the mirror to fix my hair. ‘It was I who showed up in a very cute dress and Mary Janes for orientation and that was back home. You bet you’re ass I’m gonna dress up in a different city.’
Jocelyn has been best friend since forever, therefore is familiar with my antics and she stands up from the bed after she put on her white sneakers and pulls up her baggy jeans. On top she’s wearing a cute blue crop top and grabs a simple sporty cardigan. ‘I’m ready,’ she says with a smile, before she uses the hairlip to twist her blonde locks in a messy, but stylish manner.
The two of us lock our hotelroom behind us and make our way to the elevator. This entire place is beautiful, absolutely magnificent and normally, it would be totally out of our price range. However, Jocelyn is a queen when it comes to finding the best bargains, so we got this five night stay for a mere two hundred euros.
Per person that is, but still. A bargain is a bargain.
And who am I to say no to a fun trip to Paris with my best friend for that price?
Jocelyn presses the button for the elevator, while I take in the extravagant hallway. Even the ceilings look like masterpieces. I wonder whether or not rich people who stay in luxurious hotel after another take a look at the ceiling and admiring its beauty.
The doors slide open and I can see two guys standing in the elevator already. Jocelyn and I—both masters in the European politeness—both smile identically. A tight lipped gesture with the mouth, that resembles a smile, but in reality looks like an awkward emoji.
They both nod into our direction and when I see the right button to go to the ground floor is already pressed, I relax as I lean against the wall. Usually I’d strike up a conversation with my friend, however the two of us stay silent now.
The elevator starts to descend some more, however it abruptly stops to a halt, which causes a high pitched yelp to leave from both my lips and Jocelyn’s. While one of the guys presses the emergency button, the other who is wearing a cap asks: ‘Ça va?’
I know what à droite is and a gauche and thanks to my high school French, I can ask for his name and I can introduce myself and tell him ‘un blond garçon’, because that was one of the first things I learned in school.
But in this case, that is obviously not gonna be helpful.
This however appears to be so simple, yet I have not a single clue what it means. I glance over to Jocelyn, who is just as confused as I am.
I curse myself for dropping French after year three of high school.
‘I’m sorry, what?’ I ask.
Cap guy clears his throat. ‘Are you two okay?’ His accent is thick, however I can still understand him perfectly fine.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ I say with a smile. ‘I am.’ Realizing the question was a bit more specific, I quickly add: ‘We are.’
Goodness gracious, this guy is exactly the type of guy I would date. Deep down I know that Jocelyn knows. We’ve been through many phases together and while her ideal type has shifted over the years, mine has not.
And lo and behold, my ideal type is standing right in front of me.
The other one says something into the intercom, before he says something to his friend. Serving as the translator, Cap guy turns to us. ’There is a technical issue,’ he says. He almost dramatically leaves a few second silence between us. ’It might take an hour if not more to fix it.’
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‘What are your names?’ Cap guy asks after a five minute silence where everyone seemed to gather their thoughts and feelings about the current situation. My conclusion was that a faulty elevator causes the temperature to rise, so within five minutes of us being here, I already stripped myself from my cardigan, just like Jocelyn undid herself from her own.
‘I’m Y/N,’ I say. ‘This is my friend Jocelyn.’
‘Where are you from?’
‘The Netherlands. We’re students.’
Jocelyn clears her throat and asks: ‘What are your names?’
‘Kylian,’ Cap guy says and the other introduces himself as Olivier. Olivier appears to be much more mature, a wedding band visible on his ring finger, but nonetheless, still very attractive. While age shouldn’t necessarily be an issue in friendships, Kylian seems to be closer to our age than Olivier.
‘What do you guys do?’ I ask, an attempt to make sure this conversation doesn’t fall on the ground.
‘We’re football players,’ Kylian says.
‘Oh neat,’ I say with a smile. ‘What club?’
‘PSG,’ he answers.
‘AC Milan,’ Olivier answers for himself.
Those are pretty solid teams, I think to myself.
Olivier smiles and adds: ‘We also play for the French National Team. Les Blues.’
Wait a damn minute. I turn to Jocelyn, with who I share a brain cell. We realize the same thing. Oh no… ‘Did you win the World Cup 2018?’ I ask.
Jocelyn found her voice too. ‘And are going to play in Qatar upcoming November?’
Kylian and Olivier both chuckle. ‘The one and only,’ Kylian says.
He could’ve just slapped me in the face. Here I am, asking what these guys do for a living and it turns out I am talking to actual world champions. Coming to think of it, the name Kylian in combination with French National Team and World Champions does sound familiar now.
Jocelyn gasps. ‘Oh my gosh, you are Kylian Mbappe. And you are Olivier Giroud.’
While Giroud does not sound familiar, Kylian Mbappe does.
‘Y/N,’ she hisses, ‘we watched the games. We watched the finale together.’
This just goes from bad to worse. I am not an avid football fan, however I get awfully intrigued during the Euro and World Cup. The patriotism I never knew I possessed, all of the sudden is there in all its glory. Because the Netherlands didn’t participate in the World Cup 2018, I just watched it for fun.
And I remember saying that the French had a very attractive team.
‘Oh… I remember now,’ I say in a soft tone. Thankfully Jocelyn doesn’t repeat my infamous words I said during the finale of the World Cup 2018.
I would totally allow number 10 to do things to me.
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After Jocelyn and I gotten over the embarrassing fact we were talking to pro athletes (and kept to ourselves we said the most unhinged things during the finale—mind you, we were nineteen and very single), time went by with jokes, stupid games and me sharing some sweets I had in my purse.
Besides, I think Kylian is into me. I know how that makes me sound, like I have the world’s biggest ego, but I have been on the side lines many times when guys were showing interests in my friends. Lingering eye contact, allowing me to sit on his jacket so my dress isn’t getting dirty and a very innocent touch every now and then.
It’s all there.
This is the most amazing time for me to practice my hard to get skills and not gonna lie, I am nailing it. Giving him enough to try again, but not too much so I appear way too eager. Maybe I’m this on fire, because I know deep down that I’ll never see these two again, if Kylian Mbappe himself is not gonna ask for my number, because no way in hell I was gonna ask for his.
Jocelyn send me a text saying: IF IT WEREN’T FOR ME AND GIROUD NEXT TO YOU, YA’LL BE SPENDING YOUR TIME KISSING AND MAKING OUT IN THE ELEVATOR.
Thankfully she wrote it in Dutch, because if one of these guys read what she sent me, I might actually pry the doors open myself so I could drop myself to the ground and die.
‘No, no, no,’ I say, ‘the capital of Estonia is Tallinn. Look it up!’
Olivier does what I ask him to do and he sighs. ‘She’s right. She’s too good.’
Right before we can continue on with our country game (it’s not a very exciting one, I’m mile aheads of them), the doors slide open and we are freed. It’s colder in the hallway, but it’s nice to cool down.
Once we’re at the exit of the hotel, I look at the two famous players, who are all smiles and what not. ‘This was fun,’ I say.
‘We had fun,’ Jocelyn adds. ‘You two are hopeless with countries, but you can run really fast, so it’s all forgiven.’
They both chuckle.
And then, in the most awkward way, we part ways. A soft goodbye, a thank you and Jocelyn and I are on our merry way to get our croissants we’ve been craving for more than an hour now.
‘You and I, missy, need to discuss your flirting highlights,’ Jocelyn says. ‘Because you are gifted.’
‘I am not gifted.’
‘You impressed a hot and single football player,’ she says in all serious. ‘You, my friend, are gifted. I saw it all: the doe eyes, the hard to get and then the flirtatious way you smiled and chuckled at his jokes.’
Before I can say something about it, I hear from behind me: ‘Y/N, wait up.’
‘Thank you,’ Jocelyn says, in no one in particular. ‘I refused to believe this was it.’
‘What?’
‘That goodbye couldn’t be the end of the ‘Y/N Y/L/N and Kylian Mbappe’-saga.’
I can’t even respond to it, because Kylian caught up with us. ‘Hi,’ I say.
‘Hi.’ A smile so bright and almost innocently hopeful. ‘Can I have your number?’
‘What?’ I ask. ‘Why?’
‘Because… You’re fun and I had fun with you. I… I was hoping you and I could spend some more time together, before you go back to the Netherlands.’ He clears his throat. ‘If you want, of course.’
This is not the time to freak out, Y/N and do something stupid. ‘Of course.’
We exchanged numbers, before he looks at his watch and with an apology telling me he has to go. He holds out his hand and when I place mine in it, he presses a kiss on my knuckles.
Don’t faint. Please, hold yourself together.
‘Bye,’ he says and then he walks away.
I think I have reached a catatonic state, because I can’t move.
‘You are gonna be a WAG!’ Jocelyn says. ‘Once you are accustomed to a lifestyle of luxury, please remember your roots, therefore me.’
That drags me right back into reality. ‘He just asked for my number.’
Jocelyn scoffs. ‘You had a meet cute and a number exchange. This is gonna be the love story you’ve been waiting for. Come on, you’re twenty three, like yours truly and we both deserve a love story. Please, hook my up with one of his hot and single friends.’
‘You’re going way too fast,’ I say. ‘He just asked for my number.’
Almost on cue, my phone chimes.
Jocelyn pulls it from my hand and lets out an excited squeal. Then she turns the screen to me and says: ‘You need to write a ‘how to-guide’ on how to get yourself a footballer in a few hours. It would be an absolute bestseller.’
Deciding to ignore her, I grab my phone from her hand and read the text.
Kylian Mbappe: If you don’t have plans for tonight, I’d like to take you out for a date
Kylian Mbappe: If you want, of course.
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Taglist: @diegos-butt (because I am forcing you to read this 😂😂😂)
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𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝
𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!/𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
(this was requested just like my first ney fic, but it’s gonna be two totally different ones, just with the same title.)
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 (😩)
tonight was the night i finally got to go out, after all, i deserved it.
i had on a lace bra, before spraying some perfume on my top part before i fixed my lace panties as i admired my whole appearance, smiling widely at how fine i looked.
sheesh.
“oh damnit…” i mouthed, walking downstairs as i forgot my leggings in the laundry room as i was in a rush.
soon before i hit the bottom, i seen the living room cleaned as kylian had put our daughter down for bed already, making me smile.
he’s been doing so good helping me out due to him having games and practices and being gone half the days or even more.
you just took in how much of a help he’s been, even agreeing to let you go out.
“girl, i don’t know if i can make it out tonight…ive been busy.” i sighed into the phone as our daughter cried louder, rushing to warm her milk in the bottle warmer.
“i hear her crying…all of the girls agreed to go out-” hiba got cut off before i heard the door open, revealing kylian as he immediately took the bottle from you before he grabbed your crying daughter, giving it straight to her.
you sighed in relief as your hair was hardly done, nails weren’t done, you looked stressed and tired, kylian even sees it.
“yeah but, im gonna be stuck with my baby today. im sorry.” i frowned running my hands through my hair, i really would’ve taken that opportunity to go out if i had the chance.
“then my nails and hair isn’t done, nothing is done.” i explained as hiba laughed, making me laugh along with her as she expressed her sadness of me not going out with none of the psg girls like i used to before i got pregnant.
“okay, ill talk to you later.” i smiled as i heard toys clanking, seeing kylian cleaning the messy living room as i sighed, sitting on the couch.
“hi, mon amour.” kylian kissed my forehead as i smiled, kissing him back.
“hey.” i sighed, finally feeling relaxed.
“you know, you can go out tonight. i don’t have practice until next week.” kylian sat next to me, pulling me straight on his lap.
“you sure?” you asked, admiring your fine ass man.
“yeah. and plus, you deserve it amor.” kylian smiled at you as you grabbed his face, kissing him repeatedly, jumping up in excitement as you planned the night, soonly thinking…how am i gonna get pampered in less than 6 hours?
“i just sent you some money, amor.” you heard as he read your mind just like that, i love him.
“baby!” i yelled as kylian walked from the garage, before he paused, just admiring you and your figure.
“oh! you scared me.” i jumped as i walked over to him, just him staring at me.
“is she down for bed?” i asked as i grabbed my leggings out the laundry basket before sliding them on, fixing my silver anklet in the process.
“yes she is…come here for a second.” kylian said, using his pointer finger as i walked over to him with a worried face, thinking my hair was messed up.
“what is it?—is it my hair?” i asked as kylian smiled down at me before his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, taking in my scent.
“you look so fucking good, mon amour.” kylian groaned into your neck, as he caressed my ass, making me giggle, feeling his breath hitched across my neck.
“mnm—kylian i have to finish getting dressed!” i squealed as i pulled away, before he pulled on my leggings, trailing me back to the couch, standing between his legs.
“not in these panties.” kylian shook his head as he didn’t get a clear look at your underwear at first, seeing your thong print outside of them.
“kyliannn! i wanna wear these…” i whined as he shook his head, pulling at the hem of them.
“i can see the print outside of these. take them off and change in front of me.” kylian demanded, grabbing some other panties from the laundry basket, handing them to me.
“no!—you can barley see the panty line!” i protested as he texted away on his phone, still not giving up his request.
you were beyond annoyed as he didn’t approve of your outfit, rolling my eyes at my husband before i stormed away, he shot me a glare, slapping my ass in the process.
lord i jumped-
“now, y/n.” kylian looked up at me as his typing stopped, making me huff, rolling my eyes as he watched my every move.
“ugh…i hate you.” i mumbled as i groaned, slowly taking off my panties before i mumbled insults of unfairness under my breath.
this wasn’t fair at all…like?
“and since you have a attitude, let me fix it for you.” kylian pulled you onto his lap, before your phone buzzed, 5 missed messages from hiba, lord knows what you’ve gotten yourself into.
- hiba: where are you??
- hiba: hey, im on the way, all of the girls.
- hiba: and plus we get in free tonight, so be ready or ill come in
- hiba: hello?
10 minutes later…
kylian gripped my ankles as his strokes got slower and slower, hitting my spot as i could do nothing but stare up at him, being lost in all the bliss of pleasure that was coming towards me.
my thighs touched the bed , my legs up near his waist with his hands wrapped around my ankles, keeping me in place as my head hung off the couch.
he didn’t even take me upstairs…
our daughter could really walk out her room and see her parents on the couch…
kylian had a habit of fucking me on everything around the house and it turned him on more than in the bedroom, which irritated me because our child is old enough to come out and see what we could be doing.
“i-it’s in my stomach ky—oh my god…” i faintly whined as tears ran down my face, he was roughly abusing my g-spot, causing me to cum over and over again on his dick.
he really pulled my panties aside and handled his business-
kylian let go of my ankles before he placed his arms besides my head, staring right down at me before gripping my face to look up at him.
“if i say you can’t wear those panties…i ment it.” kylian spoke to you, his accent getting deeper.
“y-yes…” i faintly spoke above a moan as his hand wrapped around my neck as his strokes got a little faster by the time.
“this is all mines. everything on your body is mines. nobody else gets to see it but fucking me, understand?” kylian said, as he slowly talked to me through my orgasm.
“yes baby yes…” i gripped his wrist as my moans got louder and louder, missing that my phone was ringing…
kylian looked over as he mentally smirked, grabbing it before handing to me. “awnser it, amour.” kylian suggested, slowing down his strokes a bit.
before i could catch my breath, i swiped awnser as i kept my forehead in the few of the camera, as he rubbed my clit, causing me to jolt, gripping his wrist again.
“where are you? we’re outside waiting for you!” hiba awnsered in the phone as kylian’s rolled onto mines, causing my eyes to roll back, but soonly stopping myself from moaning out-loud.
ooo i hate him.
“i-i was just finishing getting d-dressed-oh fuck…” i stopped myself as a loud moan came out, slightly making me pull on kylian’s shirt for him to slow down.
“you wanna cum?” kylian mouthed to me, tilting his head as his fingers sped up on my clit. his facial expressions had me wetter by the minute, he was close himself.
“y/n?? you there?” my finger pressed on mute as my phone fell on the floor. i was so focused on the pleasure i didn’t care who was on the phone at that moment.
“baby…” kylian moaned as his head was thrown back, i clenched around him again as i stared up at him, biting my lip.
“cum in me.” i dumbly requested as a load moan erupted from our lips as we both made our messes as hiba was on the other line, brainlessly calling my name.
pregnant…
kylian picked me up as we kissed sloppily, putting me down as i felt myself on wobbly legs.
“my legs hurt.” i whined as i limped to put my panties on.
“you should’ve listened.” kylian smirked before he slapped my ass harshly before walking upstairs to shower, reminding myself hiba was on the phone.
grabbing it as she was still on there, lord.
“are you ready yet? nasties!” hiba laughed as she heard all of that, lord im embarassed.
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Award show
A/n: I know I haven't been posting but writers block is a real thing fr, also requests are open
Summary:where the reader is Kylian's plus 1 to the football awards
I'm nervous, because although Kylian is my Husband we've never actually made a public appearance and people don't know we're married
Which has taken a strain on our marriage because I feel like he's ashamed to be seen with me in public and he says he wants to protect me
As if he can sense my nervousness he walks into the room and wraps his hand around me.
"You smell good" he say planting kisses on my neck
"Thank you"
"You also look very gorgeous"
"Thank you, you look very handsome yourself, seems like I'm gonna be fighting a lot of women tonight"
He laughs and I smile at his laughter
"You don't have to worry about them, I'm all yours"
I smile and he pecks my lips
"C'mon let's go we don't wanna be late"
We walk out the door and into the car where our driver was waiting on us
The ride to the event was very nerve wrecking and my leg keeps bouncing
Kylian must have noticed because he places his hand on my thigh
"Hey don't worry,I'm right here and I'm not leaving your side side at all ok?"
"Ok"
We arrive and the driver opens the door for Kylian to get out and he reaches for my hand and steps out the car
As soon as we step out we're met with flashing lights and cameras
We make our way to the red carpet where we get interviewed by a blonde lady who looks very gorgeous
"Monsieur Kylian, ça va?"
"Merci et toi"
"Bien, I see you have brought a plus one today, who is this stunning lady?" She asks referring to me
"She's a very close friend of mine and I decided to bring her along today, cause I thought why not"
I look at Kylian in almost disbelief, but quickly cover up the face and put a smile on
"Yeah Kylian and I have known eachother for a long time now"
"Oh ok that's very nice and so sweet, so Kylian how are you feeling about tonight?" The interviewer asks putting her had on Kylian's Bicep
He pulls away and answers "really nervous but all I hope for is a smooth evening as well as a relaxed one"
"Well you heard it here folks Kylian is hoping for a smooth and relaxed night"
We walk away from the interviewer and make our way to our seats
I let go of him and he turns to me and asks "are you ok?"
"I don't wanna talk to you"
"Babe, I'm sorry"
"For what? Not claiming me in front of that interviewer or for letting her touch you like that"
"You look so hot when you're Jealous you know that"
"stop, this is very serious Kylian let go of me" I let go of his arm and the award ceremony starts
After a few awards are handed out the category Kylian is nominated for comes up
"Now for the youngest football player award"
The nominees are called out and Kylian grabs my hand
Just because I'm upset with him doesn't mean I don't care
"And the winner is ... Kylian Mbappe"
My heart drops with excitement, and he turns to me and hugs me and walks to the stage to collect his award
"Wow, thank you very much for the award it really means a lot to me, firstly I would like to thank my family for all the support they have given me through out my life, then l'd like to thank my fans all over the world, and thank you for being my support , and lastly, My Wife Y/n, thank you for always being my emotional and physical support, no matter how many times I wanted to give up, you were always pushing me and encouraging me to continue on this path even though it got tough, it was better because you were by my side cheering me on, thank you and I love you je t'aime mon amour"
He walks of the stage and comes back to his seat, he sits next to me again and I kiss him not caring we're in public, I've been wanting to do this ever since we started dating
"I love you too"
After the ceremony, I go online and see people freaking out about the news about Kylian and I's Marriage
When we got home Kylian couldn't stop smiling at me and neither could I
"Thank you for that" I said
"Don't thank me it was something I should have done a long time ago, and I'm sorry for making you feel like I was ashamed of you, if anything I'm actually very proud to call you my wife and I want the whole world to know that" he says
I smile at him and start kissing him very passionately
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GUITAR STRING HEART 2 :: KYLIAN MBAPPE
𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes they're an unexpected chapter in the story ]
𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! guitarist/singer! reade ]
𖥻 GENRE ー [ social media au, band au, ex's to ???, angst, fluff ]
𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 3.9k ]
𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ mentions of arguements and ghosting people, drinking, jealousy, and suggestive content - let me know if I missed anything ]
𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ HAPPY NEW YEAR, part 2. Let's go. Sorry, this is late, also not really happy with the way this turned at - but we move. I just want to thank you so much for all the love you have given part one while I'm writing this. It has 300+ notes, and it's only been out for a couple of days. words can't describe how much this means to me. also, part 3 will be the final part to this series - also if you see any mistakes ignore them please as they will be corrected later ]
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Walking off the pitch drenched in sweat and boiling with rage - Mbappe was anything but happy. His team had drawn, which would have been perfectly fine under normal circumstances. But not when he faced Halland. He had too much to prove to tie. he needed to win, but he didn't. Kylian would give anything at this moment to wipe the smug smirk off the Norwegian player's face. But his teammates had made a human blockade around him to ensure he didn't get into a physical altercation with the opposition's striker.
The PSG Team filled into their locker room, hot and rowdy, as they talked and laughed about the match. But not Mbappe, he was silent, and it was unnerving. The moment the man entered the room, he walked straight to his cubbie and pulled out his phone. He sat staring at his luminescent screen, fixated on the comments on all social media platforms commenting on who was better, Mbappe or Halland.
It was him - it had to be. There was nothing Halland could do that he couldn't do better. He was the next greatest, not some Norwegian nobody. Maybe in another life, the two could have been friends, heck they could have been friends in this life. If not for the constant parallels drawn between the two (which got very annoying), the other player constantly bashing him in the press, and the fact that his celebrity crush was non-other than Y/N L/N. A simple video of him confessing his admiration for the musician is ingrained in his mind as to why he hates the blond twit so much. He already wanted to steal his legacy, his spotlight and now the girl of his dreams.
There was no way in hell that he would let that happen. As Kylian's rabbit hole of thought spiralled further and further into the abyss, he stopped momentarily after feeling a firm hand on his shoulder. Hakimi noticed his friend's abnormally quiet demeanour and instantly understood what was happening. "You know you should stop looking for approval from people online," the Moroccan player said as he took a seat beside him. Letting out a heavy sigh in reply, the forward put his phone down and looked at the defender.
"you still thinking about her" Achraf was one of the only people, besides Neymar and Messi, who knew about Mbappe's relationship with the guitarist. So they were sad to hear that the two had broken up as they had never seen the player happier than when he was with Y/N. They understood why they had broken up, but it was clear that Kylian still had feelings for her, whether he liked to admit it or not, so the trio had a silent agreement that if a chance ever presented itself, they would play cupid.
"Do you know" the defender's question made Mbappe look up, confused about what he was asking. Choosing to show him rather than speak, Hakimi handed him his phone, showing a gossip page headline - Y/N was here. She was here, "Heads up, guys, incoming", Neymar yelled as all the players rushed to look more presentable. Most of the PSG team were Bloody Valentine fans, and the manager told them that if they won or drew, they would get to meet them. Their coaches told them this during the previous day's training. Too bad Kylian took that day off.
All eyes were on the door as it creaked open, with three figures entering shyly behind security. But one person was missing, and the security team quickly left the room, leaving the stars to mingle. As the players greeted the musicians, they invited them to take a seat. "Can I just say yall were fucking incredible, like oh my god fucking respect" Onyx started making the players laugh and thank him for the words of affirmation. "Thank you so much, man, that means a lot to us - glad we made it worth your time," Messi said, smiling at the trio with questioning eyes wondering where the 4th and most anticipated person was.
Noticing the curious glance from the footballer, Axel pulled out his phone and dialled Y/N's number, putting it on speaker. The phone rang twice before connecting - "Axe, I'm lost." everyone burst out laughing "where are you?" Sabrina asked through her laughter. "I have no fucking clue Bri." the confused guitarist said, the sounds of her footsteps protruding through the speaker. "Try and find a sign that can tell you where you are", Neymar suggested as the whole of PSG where now on board with project find Y/N.
All except for Kylian, who was still in a daze as he heard her voice. Mbappe reminisced. Her voice was still sweet like honey to his ears and gentle on his broken heart, reminding him of the remarkable woman he had lost- oh, how he wished he could take it all back. He needed her back. He realised that a long time ago, but boy, was that feeling stronger than ever. And vowed there and then that he would do everything in his power to ensure that Y/N ended up back in his arms, even if it killed him in the process.
The rest tried to help the girl find her way back. "Hate to break it to you, but I can't read french." the room was silent; this was a problem. "Babe, you took french for four years…" the bassist said with her face in her hands at her best friend's situation. "Just because I took it doesn't mean I was any good at it."
"Wait, is Johnny there?" the panic in the singer's voice made the situation ten times more amusing, "No, not yet, anyway. But seriously, where are you" Onyx said, now getting worried, "I'm working on it." she said, followed by more footsteps before the phone disconnected. Oh boy.
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Y/N was no genius, but at least her plan worked, bidding goodbye to the gorgeous fans she had met. She walked alongside the lovely middle-aged security guard, who introduced himself as Marco, down the labyrinth of corridors. She was skittish. Her heart hammered against her chest as she clenched her clammy hands and breathed slightly heavier than usual. As her head went into overdrive, she thought about what to do when facing Kylian. How should she act? What should she say? Should she ignore him - who fucking knew what she would do? All she understood was that this was going to be anything but easy.
Eventually arriving at the intended destination, the sweet security guard bid her farewell. Now left in front of the door. That may as well have led to hell, with fire and all. As her thoughts swarmed like wasps, she couldn't think straight. Her hand rested on top of the handle. Maybe I should have just stayed in the bathroom, she thought as she examined the door that separated her from the uncomfortable situation behind it. Letting out a deep sigh, the singer decided to get it over with - the quicker she got in, the faster she would get out. But when opening pandora's box, you never know what to expect.
Opening the door and stepping into the room quickly, the change in atmosphere was enough to give Y/N whiplash. In an attempt to enter quietly - she failed. With all eyes now on her, she tried to make herself seem less awkward as multiple eyes bore into her soul. "Whoever designed this stadium is either Albert Einstein or a fucking idiot." the guitarist was quickly embraced by her bandmates and ushered further into enemy territory. "Uh-huh, so you had time to post on Instagram, throw it back on tiktok, and tweet multiple times but are unable to find directions" Axel's face palmed at how stupid the idea sounded, but it worked in his friend's case.
"I'm just glad I got here before Johnny," The female vocalist said, rejoicing that she wasn't in trouble. "By the way, great match. You guys were amazing," she said, turning to face the PSG players, who thanked her as they all took a seat. Now comfortable on the floor, the players and musicians exchange questions regarding their professions. "Proudest moment?" Messi asked, receiving multiple 'ooh's' from the musical artists at the questions. "I've gotta say the Grammys. I mean, come on, we were nominated six times and won five - great night." Onyx said, "Uff, I've gotta say Coachella, that was mental" Axel considered
"What about you, Y/N?" Sabrina asked her friend, "We all know the answer", Axel said sarcastically. "Meeting Metallica", Cue groans from the rest of her bandmates. "What?" the singer laughed, looking at her bandmates, "baby, you are obsessed. Get help." Sabrina chimed in at her friend's fixation on the heavy metal band. "Okay, but Lars Ulrich knows who the fuck I am," the girl tried to reason with them, but it only dug her ditch further down. "We know we were there", Onyx sighed. "Then you should be able to grasp why this will be my only personality trait until I die."
As the band entered a heated discussion, Y/N almost forgot that she was in a room with her ex. However, she had yet to acknowledge him, avoiding all eye contact and keeping her distance. Safe to say, she thought no one had noticed - except someone had. Mbappe felt paralysed. He couldn't move or speak as he watched her in her little bubble, laughing and conversing with passion for the subject. Safe to say that the football player was jealous of Metallica for being such a crucial part of her life for so long - unlike him.
He thanked every god out there that they were all in their late 50s, knowing full well that if they were closer to her age, he would have more competition than he already did. I mean, who wouldn't want her? She was perfect. As he watched from afar, smiling at the self-proclaimed 'girl of his dreams, ' three other psg boys were scheming and preparing the beginning of what would be known as a project guitar string in one final attempt to get the soulmates back together again.
As the group continued to talk and laugh, Neymar suggested they take a group photo. As the group crowd around, the camera 5-second timer. Y/N stood obliviously in the middle of Messi and Neymar. Not realising it, Neymar removed himself from her side and, in his place, put Kylian, forcing his arm around her waist. Multiple pictures later, Y/N was still oblivious that she was cuddling into her ex's arm as the sound of the locker room door opening interpreted their photo shoot. None other than Mangere extraordinaire Johnny entered, "Good to see that your all are getting along."
"Well, I would think I would let you know before your coach tells you - that we're returning the favour and have got your tickets to tomorrow's concert and after party." safe to say that the entire team were over the moon. As Y/N turned to her correctly, expecting to see Neymar only to be greeted by the face of the man she spent countless nights crying over - Kylian fucking Mbappe. Frozen in place and on the verge of a panic attack. Only to be discretely dragged out of the touch of her ex by non-other than Sabrina.
Ignoring the searing heat from where his arm rested on her exposed skin, Y/N patiently waited for her friends to finish talking so they could leave - praying for them to be fast. When Hakimi approached her, the two acknowledged each other before falling into a pregnant silence. "You know he never stopped loving you," the Moroccan said before walking off - and with that, it was time to leave.
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Y/N
hey u up?
HALLAND
yeah why?
Y/N
you down to hang out or somethin?
HALLAND
yeah sure
everything alright?
Y/N
yeah all good
I'll swing round your hotel room?
HALLAND
sounds good
do you mind if the boys hang to
they have been dying to meet you
Y/N
yeah sure
the more the merrier
HALLAND
cool
i'll text yeah the address
Y/N
okay
Knocking on the door to the hotel room, Y/N messed with one of the rings on her finger. As the door opened, she was met with the comforting sight of the blond Norwegian she had grown fond of as he allowed her to enter. With a shut of the door, shedding coats and a brief exchange of greetings, the two walked towards the sitting room where the group of man city players sat playing FIFA. "Hey guys, look who's here." a slight turn of the head turned into a wave of shocked gasps and stunned faces, "And she's bought alcohol", the blond finished as they sat amidst the city squad.
"So she can play the guitar, sing, and is considerate - might as well change ya name to angel" Jack Grealish's heavy Birmingham accent made the singer smile - it reminded her of home. As the group opened the bottles of alcohol and shared them amongst themselves, they continued to talk and play FIFA. Talking with some of the other boys but still sticking close to halland, she enjoyed herself. She was indulging in alcohol, playing FIFA, and talking with her lovely new mates.
Completely forgetting the whole reason she came. To find a place to seek refuge from her argument with Axel. Y/N did appreciate them for worrying about her, but she felt suffocated. She wasn't a child. Yes, she wasn't 100% okay, but she was good enough to get by - long enough to get out of this cursed city. Hours felt like minutes as the others turned in for the night, leaving three. Y/N, Halland and a bottle of vodka.
"Everything alright?" Halland finally asked, leaning forward slightly. "Have you ever been in love" the sudden question confused the blond. "Can't say I ever have. Why?" As the distance continued to reduce by the second. "Then you wouldn't know what it feels like to have your heart ripped out of your chest" It didn't take long for Earling to figure out who she was talking about, Kylian. Guess the rumours were true.
"he didn't deserve you." the sudden confession made the girl look up with teary eyes. "Really?" the two were clearly under the influence of alcohol, "yeah, if you were my girl, I would have never let you go" somehow, Earling's hand curved around her neck. His mouth coming down on her, hard and fast yet sweet and so, very gentle. one might have been sickened at the sight - the way they gripped onto each other as if the other would disappear. The way Y/N sighs into his mouth, her head lolling back as Halland's lips ghost over her neck.
As their intimacy escalated rapidly, with clothes now on the floor, they were both hyper-aware. Not even sure if they had locked the door - but that wouldn't stop them. Nothing would. They were high on each other and drunk on cheap liquor. They had no intention of stopping. It was wrong, and she knew it was wrong. So profoundly, intensely, and morally wrong. If it hadn't been for the fact that Y/N had been in an argument with her bandmate, she would have left it there that night. But she didn't.
She lets his lips latch onto her again, humming against his mouth as his whole body climbs on top of her, engulfing her in his warmth. But all she could think about was Kylian. The thought made her want to scream, that she was about to get dicked down by a hot Norwegian, and all she could think about was her fucking ex. But her thoughts weren't going to stop her - not tonight. Between the curses, moans and kisses, Y/N gave herself over to Earling in the most precious yet innermost way.
A way that she once only ever did with Kylian. And if it weren't for how she and Halland collapsed against each other in a heated mess, limbs tangled with lips finding one another's in the early morning hours. The singer could almost forget the troubling tsunami her momentary lapse in judgement caused. She wasn't sure what time it was when Earling's soothing voice interrupted her as she responded to Onyx's text message. "your so beautiful," he murmured, his fingers running past her eyebrow as he engraved the features into his memory. Y/N didn't answer. Because all she could do was draw comparisons in the comfort she was receiving, the sickening sense of Deja vu made her want to cry. What had she done?
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AXEL
where are you?
I'm sorry
please come back
are you still made at me?
answer my texts please
I need to know that your alright
(39 missed calls)
AXEL
please pick up
(58 missed calls)
SABRINA
look axe is sorry please come back
are you drinking
I saw your Instagram story
who are you with
please respond I'm getting worried
ONYX
look I'm not going to pester you to come back
If you need your own space
just respond if you are okay
so I don't have to file a missing person report
even though it hasn't even been 24 hours
Y/N
:)
ONYX
okay I'll see you in the morning
stay safe
bye
Y/N
:)
Hangovers were the worst, but they came second to the walk of shame. Y/N left before Earling woke up, leaving a note and some food she had made after she showered - the message explaining apologising for the hasty exit and hoping to see him at the concert. Walking through the quiet Parisian streets, the singer decided to take a quick detour into a bakery to get a gift of apology to give to her friends for her storming out and ghosting them the entire night. She left the lovely bakery with various pastries and treats and continued her journey back to her hotel.
She arrived at her destination with shortness of breath courtesy of the stairs she walked up. Knocking on the door, she waited until she heard footsteps on the other side of the door. As the door flung open, seeing the messy state of Axel, who looked like he had been crying his heart out. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was void of colour. Y/N had little time to eat her share of guilt, being pulled quickly into a hug. They stayed in the embrace for a while. The sound of a throat clearing brought them back to reality. "Come on, Axe, stop hogging her."
As the singer entered the room for the first time since the fight, she made sure that she patched things up with everyone before enjoying the treats she had brought. "So who were you with, cuz you did not spend the night alone with that much alcohol," Sabrina asked, taking a bite of her pastry and groaning at how good it tasted. "Spent it with a friend", the songwriter replied. "You spend it with a friend. I don't know, Y/N, that sounds hard to believe," Onyx said, knowing how difficult it was for his friend to socialise on her own.
"Alcohol makes things easier," the girl said without a second thought, but she instantly regretted it as her friends gasped - it turns out they weren't completely brain-dead. "Oh my god, did you…" Axel asked, trailing off and waiting for a reply. "Yeah, it sorta just happened," the singer said as she took another sip of orange juice. "It wasn't him, was it," Sabrina asked, genuinely concerned that Y/N ended up in Kylian's arms after the fight. "Oh god, no." the singer's eyes widened at the thought, though what she did maybe ten times worse in some people's eyes. "Look, you don't have to tell us, just know that we are here for you", and with those words of comfort from Sabrina, the group of four got ready to put on the show of a lifetime.
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Birthday posts x Kylian Mbappé
summary: your birthday posts to Kylian over the years (friends to lovers)
face claim: none, the girls in the pictures with Kylian is Y/N
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ynusername happy birthday to one of my best friends, Kylian. Have a great day mate! (ps, this was the only pic I could find where we both look fine)
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user1 they’re gonna be dating, I’m calling it
user2 she’s so beautiful
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user6 ugh Mbappe the love of my life
^ user7 real
2018
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ynusername happy birthday to my winner (!!!???) absolute crazy year for you. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done and achieved this year. You are mental, love you bro.
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k.mbappe thank you so much, love you mate
user1 the “bro” and “mate” are hanging on for dear life
user2 World Cup winner at 19 is crazy
user3 can you please just date
user4 the hug when you met again <3
^ user5 it looks like such a genuine hug
2019
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ynusername happy birthday to my very very best friend. I love you more and more everyday and I’m so proud of who you’re becoming <3
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k.mbappe love you bestie
user1 they’re 100% in love
user2 I know damn we’ll that they’re gonna be dating next year
user3 I love you guys
user4 “very very best friend” are you serious!?
user5 happy birthday Kylian!!
2020
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ynusername happy birthday to the love of my life and my best friend ;) love you most, thank you for making me smile everyday.
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k.mbappe thank you love <3 love you more
user1 THIS IS HOW Y’ALL ANNOUNCE IT?
user2 we’ve called it for years
user3 it was always gonna be them two in the end
user4 even when they’re together she STILL has to call him best friend
^user5 tell me you’ve never been in a relationship without telling me
user6 happy birthday to the luckiest man on earth
2021
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ynusername Happiest of birthdays to the person who puts a smile on my face everyday and literally grips my dress as if I’m going to run away when taking this picture. I love you wierdo <3 thank you for existing
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k.mbappe damn you needed to point out my hand… love you too stork <3
user1 the names they call each other are so funny
user2 their love is so real
user3 I want what they have.
^user4 real.
user5 imagine their kids bro
2022
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ynusername Happy birthday daddy <3 I already know you’re gonna be the best dad ever to our son. love you to the moon and back. this has been so fucking hard to hide guys, literally crazy.
k.mbappe love you mama
user1 we’ve known, but thank you for FINALLY announcing it!
user2 he’s so big
user3 the way they’ve been hiding it for so long, they were probably waiting for his birthday to announce it
user4 nooo he’s gonna be so freaking cute
user5 time to kill myself and hope to be reborn as their kid
user6 I’ve never been so jealous of someone who isn’t even born yet
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬
・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬
( 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐝, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧? 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫-𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬' 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. )
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 )
[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]
( ignore n*ymar in the gif )
" Aitana! " Emilia shouts from the living room.
The woman in question, Aitana Barilla was currently in the kitchen; decorating the cookies she'd have on display in her bakery the next day - her thoughts were broken the second she heard her best friend causing her to groan and shake her head, " I'm in the kitchen Lia "
The blonde steps into the kitchen with an expression that Aitana can only describe as sneaky causing the former to narrow her eyes at the woman. " What did you do? "
Emilia feigned an expression of shock, " Excuse me, why on earth would you think I did something? "
Aitana tilts her head with a deadpan expression which caused Emilia to laugh, " Alright, you can thank me for what I'm about to say "
" Which is ....? " Aitana prompts her to continue.
Emilia worked as a model, and through modeling she was able to network through many different social circles; some of which included football players, and knowing Aitana's love for the sport prompted the blonde to work some strings in her favor, " You know I did a campaign with Kylian Mbappe right? "
Aitana nods slowly, " Yes, it's all you've talked about " she states with a chuckle. " Why are you telling me? "
" Well, he and I ... " Emilia beams, " we spent time together "
Aitana groans " Lia, I don't need mental images of you having sex with someone so get to the actual point "
" Alright, I talked about you and your bakery " Emilia said, " and I also mentioned that you're single "
Aitana places the icing bag down and shoots her a glare, " Is this a weird invitation for me to join in on your hookup? "
" Oh my gosh Aitana, please don't jump into conclusions and just let me finish " Emilia shudders, " Anyways, the reason I told him you're single is because he mentioned that one of his teammates is single "
" Oh my god if it's Neymar, I will kill you! you know how much I hate that sleazy asshole " Aitana states, it wasn't that she disliked Barcelona; if anything, she wasn't as crazed about ElClasico like some people, however she heavily disliked the Brazilian football player.
" No, no ... " Emilia shakes her head, " It's actually someone you have a crush on "
" Someone I have a crush on " Aitana echoed her statement before her eyes widened, " No " she whispers.
" Yes " Emilia nods, buzzing with excitement. " We have a double date, I'm going with Kylian and you're coming with me to see none other than the DILF of all DILF's Sergio Ramos "
Aitana froze, " You ... " she paused, raising her hand then putting it down. " How? "
" I worked my magic, and Kylian mentioned how Sergio was looking for someone who isn't interested in his money, and likes him for him and since you're not as football crazed as some of the girls I see, you're a perfect fit " Emilia giggles, " So, clear up your schedule tomorrow ok! "
Aitana was baffled, she hailed from a family of football fans; actually a family of Real Madrid supporters - and while yes, she harbored a schoolgirl crush on Sergio Ramos, it was just that; a schoolgirl crush and she didn't think much of it. What are the odds that she'd meet him? yet here she was, about to go out with her best friend on a double date, " LIA! I HATE YOU " she yells to which she hears a laugh in response.
" You'll love me when you capture Sergio's heart "
Aitana arrives to the restaurant, as Emilia texted her that she would be running late; not thinking much of it, she approaches the waiter who leads her to the table where finds Sergio sitting there, dressed in a suit sans tie, the first few buttons of his shirt were open allowing her a sneak peek of his tattoos; his gaze was cast on his phone before he looked up to meet her gaze, and smiled before saying with a gentle tone, " Aitana, right? "
" Yes " Aitana manages to squeal out before an embarrassed laugh escapes her lips. " I'm sorry "
Sergio chuckles, standing up to extend his hand out; " It's fine, it's nice to meet you, I'm Sergio "
" I know " Aitana blurts out, her face growing warm as she manages to scramble out a few words, " I mean, my family are Real Madrid fans, and so am I " she laughs, " I don't know why I'm being like this "
" It's fine " Sergio assures her with a smile, helping her to her seat before he sat back down. " I think it's cute "
Aitana giggles " well you'll be seeing a lot more tonight " before she looks around, " Is it me or did they purposefully do this? "
Sergio smirks, " I'm sure they did, especially since Kylian said that he had car troubles "
" Wait a minute " Aitana's eyes widened, " So did Emilia? " she shakes her head. " I knew it "
" I don't mind though, you seem like a lovely girl " Sergio states. " Do you mind? "
Aitana was about to object, especially since; she was sitting across from the man she has a crush on, a stupid crush she had worked hard enough to bury. " I ... I don't mind "
The conversation between them flowed freely, Sergio recounts old stories from his time in Sevilla and Real Madrid, a few anecdotes here and there which elicited a laugh from Aitana whom in turn shared stories from her childhood and how she came to love baking, " It's stupid but I like the fact that sweet treats can help someone feel good, whether they're on a diet and they're cheating " she laughs, " or just, in a feel good mood "
" That's nice " Sergio smiles before adding. " I might have to try some of your sweets sometime "
Aitana hides her red face behind the wine glass which prompted Sergio to ask, " How come a beautiful girl like you hasn't found someone? "
" Men don't seem keen on a girl that buries herself in the kitchen twenty four seven, they want a girl like my friend Emilia who likes to go out, have fun and just be wild " Aitana shrugs, " I'm more of a quiet person, that can ramble about the finest desserts, old classical movies and football but I like to have fun, just on my own terms "
" What's your definition of fun then? " Sergio asks, curious by her explanation.
" A nice stroll under the street lights, a picnic when the weather is good, a homemade meal with a good company " Aitana said, swallowing the sip of red wine. " Erm, a cozy movie night where I can be comfortable and not have to be all dressed up, like don't get me wrong I love dates, and dressing up but I also love the lazy chill aspects "
Sergio nods, his eyes softening at every single thought she mentioned. " That's quite lovely, and whoever doesn't like that is an idiot in my opinion "
" Noted " Aitana mutters, " How about you? "
" Me " Sergio echoes, " I guess you can say that I haven't found the right woman that sees me for more than just my reputation or my money, some are either scared by what they see and some are turned on and only want sex " he laughs.
" Oh dear " Aitana giggles, unaware of the smile that adorned his lips at the sound.
" I'm more than just a raging Spaniard " Sergio states, " And I just did not find someone that appreciates it "
" Hm " Aitana nods, " Maybe you haven't looked harder "
" Or maybe, I might just have found her " Sergio smiles before he adds, " Would you like to share a piece of red velvet cake? "
" Oooh, it's my favorite " Aitana beams, " was that a lucky guess? "
" Maybe " Sergio grins.
After they'd shared the dessert, Sergio suggests a walk at the nearby park and much like their time spent in the restaurant, they'd definitely enjoyed each other's company - conversing about their future plans. "
" Do you ever plan on going home? " Sergio asks her.
" If the opportunity arises, then sure " Aitana nods. " You? "
" Same here, if there's a chance but right now I'm enjoying life " Sergio said before smiling, " And enjoying my time with you "
Aitana giggles, hiding her face with her hand which made Sergio point out, " You're so cute when you do that "
" Stop, I'm already embarrassed enough " Aitana laughs, her heart racing when Sergio placed his jacket around her.
They continued to walk around until Sergio suggested that it was time to go, he drives her back to her home and offers to walk her up to her apartment, just before she unlocks her door, Sergio grabs her hand to say, " I really had fun tonight, and to be honest, from all they've said about you! I'm really interested to see if this will go somewhere, so what do you say to another date? "
Aitana chews on her bottom lip, before placing her hand around the back of his neck to press a soft kiss to his lips; she pulls back a minute later and smiles, " You have my number now, text me? " she said, " Goodnight "
Sergio pulls her again for another kiss then smiles, " Goodnight "
Aitana walks in and closes the door behind her with a big smile, she pulls out her phone and sees a text message from Sergio, after she set his contact name, she sends a text message to Emilia.
I hate you, but I love you so much.
Minutes later she received a cheeky response.
Love you too, future Mrs. Sergio Ramos <3
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Hey
I’m here to request a Kylian Mbappe imagine
Maybe one where they’re childhood besties and they find each other again when she goes to watch his game and he recognises her
a/n:thank you so much for your request <3
Kylian Mbappé Imagines: Boss
You were born in Bondy,24 years ago.
You decided you wanted to be a journalist,14 years ago.
You became bestfriends with the one and only Kylian Mbappé,22 years ago.
You moved to New-York to pursue your journalism career,6 years ago.
Your bestfriend and you drifted apart,5 years ago.
But there was no bad blood,more like a "may we meet again" thing.
But it didn’t made anything numb.
It hurted.
It hurts.
It will always.
"Y/n,Paige is sick so you will have to go to Paris replace her for this PSG game to represent us." Your boss’s assistant say and immediately leave
"Wh- What?!" You get up from your seat and go to your boss office
"What’s going on?" Your boss say
"Why would I go to a different country to make an article of a topic that i don’t treat?!" You ask angrily
"I’m not going to send an idiot to represent us there and it’s just a little article." "Your trip will be amply paid by the company." He say
"Whatever." You say rolling your eyes
You go back to your desk
"I don’t know why you’re complaining it’s literally psg you will see Neymar Jr! Leo Messi! Achraf Hakimi! Kylian Mbappé! It’s not that deep." Marco say
"It is." You answer
"Why?" Ella ask
"Because once upon a time,i was friend with Kylian, bestfriend." You answer
"WH- WHAT?!"
Two days later
You arrive in the stadium when:
"Y- "Y/n?!" You turn around
There he is.
He walk toward you and come hug you
You push him away look at him carefully and notice the blond hair then hug him back
You two stay a few minutes like that then get back to normal
"What are you doing here?" You ask
"I play here. You’re the one i should ask that." He say
"My stupid boss send me write a stupid article because a stupid woman wasn’t available to do it herself because she is sick so here i am." You say
"You’re working at a journal?" He ask
"Vanity Fair." You answer
"Ooh." He say
"I have so much to ask when can I see you?" He ask
"I’m suppose to get back to New-York tomorrow end of the day." You say
"You sure you can’t push just of 1 day??" He say doing puppy eyes
You roll your eyes and he understand that he got you
"Yes!!" He say
"I’ll see you then." He say
"Also who do you think asked your stupid boss for making you come here?" He say
"Wait- What?!" You say
a/n: english is not my first language
#imagines#kylian mbappe x you#kylian mbappé#kylian mbappe#kylian mbappe x reader#kylian mbappe fluff#kylian mbappe fanfic#kylian mbappe imagine
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