for mbappe can you write a smut where you ride him because he’s so exhausted

i hope it’s not to short and that you’ll like it, thanks for the request(:

kylian mbappe x f!reader

!WARNING! smut

“YES” i screamed as he scored a second goal in the 86th minute. PGS was now in the lead. It was a really important game since it was the finale for Coupe de France. The next few minutes were really intense and when the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game I ran down to the pitch to congratulate him. He and his teammates were celebrating and jumping around in a circle. When he noticed I was down on the grass he ran over to me and picked me up, spinning me around. When he finally put me on the ground I gave him a quick peck “I’m so proud of you, you killed it today.” He couldn’t hold back and smile when he thanked me. He hugged me again before saying “Wait for me in the car, I’ll go get changed and we can go home amour.” “Don’t you wanna celebrate with your friends?” “No i’m too tired” I nodded and left for the car. I was waiting for about 20 minutes when the passengers seat finally opened. He threw his bag in the back as I drove off. “If you’re hungry I have some left over pizza.” I glanced at him and smiled. “Alright, thank you ange”. We were quite for the rest of the ride. It was obviously how drained he was.

I thought he would already be asleep by the time I got out of the shower but when I hopped into bed next to him I felt his hands on my hips pulling me close to him. I turned around and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Can’t sleep?” he nodded.

“I could help with that” i said, kissing his lips. “As much as I would love to fuck you, I’m way too tired ange, i’m sorry.” My hand trailed down his bare chest to the rim of his boxers. “You don’t have to do anything, let me take care of you” I whispered in his ear. Soon after saying that I felt him pull my body on top of his. Even though he was tired I decided to tease him for a little bit.

I started kissing his neck, sucking on his soft spot, a quiet moan escaping his lips. He bucked his hips up in anticipation which made me moan in return. I could feel his erection, a pool forming in my underwear. “Don’t be a tease” he pleaded, looking up at me with his gorgeous dark eyes. “Hmm okay. But just because you deserve a reward after today” I winked at him. I was never the dominant one in bed but by the colour of his cheeks right now, I could tell he liked it. I got off of him to take of my underwear while he pulled off his boxers. I quickly climbed back on him, his hands finding my hips as I slowly sank down on him. We both moaned and I leaned down, kissing him to drown away the sounds. I started moving up and down slowly. I placed my hands on his chest for support as I started to move faster and faster. His hands were gripping my waist so tight it was sure going to leave a mark. I threw my head back at the amount of pleasure.

“Si belle” he praised between quiet pants. He bucked his hips up to meet mine, a loud moan escaping my mouth, as he hit just the right spot. “Right there?” he asked, bucking his hips up again. “Mmmhm” i managed to respond. I could feel him twitching inside me, both of us nearing our climax. My legs started shaking slightly, when I felt him release inside of me just as I came undone. My moving slowed down and I layed down on his chest, once he pulled out. I was breathing heavily and I felt him kiss the top of my head. I slid off of him to lay by his side with my head on his chest and pulled the covers over us.

“Well now you’re not the only one that’s tired.” I said jokingly and he chuckled at my statement. “Maybe I should make you tired more often.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

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kylian mbappè x f!reader

!WARNING! smut

idea: reader watches his world cup game against her country and wears the opposite team’s jersey. he gets mad after the match and makes sure she knows whose name she should be screaming (on and off the pitch ;) )

I was seated very close to the pitch and waved at Kylian every opportunity I got. He only waved back the first time. Even though I was his number 1 fan, today my country was playing against him and I decided to cheer them on wearing the jersey I had owned since I was a teenager.

I wasn’t surprised when the game ended with the score being 2:0 for France. I was so proud of my country for getting this far. The crowd was so big I gave up trying to get to Kylian on the pitch. I left for our room and sent him a message on my way.

“It was too crowded. I will wait for you in our room. And congratulations, you played so good tonight love. I’m proud of you.”

I got back to our room, took a shower and ate the leftovers from lunch. I checked my phone and there was no reply from Kylian. That was quite weird and he should have came back by now. I decided to change into my pyjamas and go to sleep. He was probably just celebrating with his teammates. I was searching around our room for my pyjamas when I realised I put them in the washing this morning. Since it was almost midnight I couldn’t get them back from the hotel services until morning. I opened our closet and grabbed the first shirt that I could find. It was Kylians PSG jersey.

As I was about to turn off the light and go off to bed, the door opened. “Hey” he said blankly and walked past me to the bed. “Congratulations” I said and walked over to him, hugging his waist from behind as he was taking his clothes from his bag. “Thanks” was all he said, than stepped away from me, taking his dirty clothes with him to the bathroom.

When he came back I could see he was eyeing me and what I was wearing. “What?” i said. “You won the game and you’re being all grumpy with me. What’s the matter?” He scoffed and walked over to me “What’s the matter you say.” “You were wearing some other players jersey and now you’re wearing mine. Pick a side and if you want to be on his team go ahead and be my guest.” He stood in front of me, looking slightly down at me. “Gosh Kylian. I just wore my country’s jersey. I don’t even know the player. It doesn’t mean I didn’t want you to win. We’re a small a country, I just wanted to show them I’m proud of us for getting this far. You could understand that. And I was cheering YOU on.” I stepped a few steps back, feeling intimidated by him. He’s never had an angry expression like this before. It kinda turned me on not gonna lie.

When I stepped back my knees hit the bed and I sat down quickly. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “You should get your priorities straight mon amour. Pick whose name you want to be screaming.” he coughs quietly. “I mean cheering” he moves away and places a soft kiss on my jaw. He stares deep into my eyes, waiting for me to answer. I was too turned on and shocked to answer so after a few seconds he said “whose is it gonna be mon Coeur?” I breathed in quickly, suddenly realising I wasn’t imagining this. I brushed my lips against his and whispered. “Yours”There was desire hidden in my quickened breathing and lust in my eyes.

He quickly connected our lips into a passionate kiss. His tongue tasted so sweet as it slid over my bottom lip, then connected with mine. He pushed me back so I was laying on my bed. He broke the kiss for a second to take off his shirt and my hands roamed up and down his torse. He trailed wet kisses down my neck. He pulled away and I whined at the loss of contact. I needed more. I needed him. I needed to feel him inside me. I needed him to touch me. To do something.

He stood up to take his sweats off and I sat up to take my shirt off. As I was sliding it up my naked torso he grabbed my hand and stopped me, pulling it back down. He pushed be back on the bed after he slid of his pants and boxers. He was fully on top of me and whispered in my ear again “I want to fuck you while you wear my jersey and scream my name.” that sentence alone made me moan. His lips were quickly on mine again and I could feel his hand taking off my underwear so painfully slow while the other fiddled with my boob under the shirt. I lifted my hips up so he could get my underwear off quicker. “Someone’s eager” he pulled away from the kiss. He finally took of my underwear and pressed himself against me. I spread and wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me. That earned me a grunt from him. “Please” I whimpered, not being able to hold back my sexual frustration anymore “Please what mon amour?” he teased, knowing I was melting under his touch and had trouble speaking. “Fuck me” i managed to whisper. He reached his hand down and grabbed his member, guiding it to my entrance. He pressed his forehead against mine and pushed inside of me in one swift motion. “Oh Kylian” I moaned loudly when I felt him fill me up. He let a groan slip. He stared into my eyes as he started pounding into me. It was so rough yet so loving. He was making sure I knew I was his. He pushed up on his knees to get better access and increased his speed. My legs were wrapped around his waist, hands gripping the sheets while his were wrapped one around my waist and one around my neck. “Tell me you’re all mine” he said calmly while looking down at me with pure dominance in his eyes. “I’m all y-yours Kylian.” I moaned and arched my back off the bed.

He kept pounding me and I couldn’t hold my moans back anymore. I was nearing my realise and he could feel it. He pulled my legs over his shoulders “Be a good girl for me and come all over my cock.” That sent me over the edge. “Fuck Kylian” I moaned loudly and hoped no one heard it.

His thrusting slowed as I came down from my high. He pulled out and quickly turned me over. It brought me back to reality when he grabbed my waist and lifted my ass in the air. “On all fours belle” he demanded. My legs were still shaking from my previous orgasm but I managed to put myself on my knees. My head was resting on the pillows when he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to support myself up on my hands and slammed back inside of me. I was overstimulated and couldn’t hold back my moans. It felt too good. I kept moaning his name until another orgasm hit me. I clenched around him until suddenly he pulled out of me. I could feel cold air hit my back when he lifted my shirt. A moment later I felt a warm liquid drip down on my lower back and heard Kylians quiet pants.

He stood from the bed without saying anything. I collapsed down on my stomach slowly while holding my shirt up. He came back a minute after with a tissue and cleaned my back. I sat on the bed with my back against the headboard while he threw away the tissue and walked back over to the bed. He planted a soft kiss on my lips and smiled as he layed down next me. “Come here” he pulled me down to lay on his chest. He pulled the covers over us and wrapped his arms around me and planted a kiss on my head. “je t'aime, mon ange” he said while caressing my back under the shirt. “je t'aime le plus” i whispered and slowly drifted off to sleep.