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hii ur writing is SOO SOO good im practically going insane over ur mbappe writings. could u pls write smth about mbappe being sick and reader having to take care of him but he's just enjoying being a brat and clinging to reader ? like imagine taking care of this manchild. imagine the HAVOC he would wreck if he didn't get a kiss from his gf
HOUR OF NEED
Heyy, thank you for your lovely words, means so much 🫶🏿 hope this is okay!
“You’re leaving me here all by myself? This is your fault.” Your boyfriend sniffles, pouting as you put on your jacket, ready to leave the house.
“I warned you about kissing me last week when I was sick.”
“But your mouth was so nice and warm.”
“And now here we are.”
“So you’re going to abandon me in my hour of need?”
“Kylian, it’s just a cold. You’ll survive.” You roll your eyes.
“I hope you know those may be your last words to me. Ever! Who knows if I’ll still be alive and breathing when you get back.” He shivers dramatically and you grab your bag, placing your phone in your coat pocket.
“I spent all day yesterday playing nurse Ky, I have to go to the office.”
“And you think if nurses just left their patients before they got better, anyone would recover?”
“You are a ridiculous man Kylian Mbappe. You have a runny nose and a high temperature, just keep hydrated and take your pills. I’ll see you at 6.” You reach over to kiss his forehead and he rolls over and pulls the covers high over his head.
“You don’t deserve to kiss me.” His voice his muffled under the blankets and you laugh.
“Whatever you big baby.” You call as you shut the bedroom door behind you.
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“So if we push the campaign from this angle, I think the overall engagement would-“
PING!
Your phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes since you started giving your pitch to the newest clients at your firm. You reach for your phone to turn it off, apologising profusely, when it starts ringing and you see your boyfriend’s face lighting up the screen.
“I’m so sorry, I just have to take this very quickly, I really apologise.” You hold your hands in a prayer sign before scrambling out of the office with the phone to your ear.
“Kylian, what the hell do you want.”
“Y/N…” his voices sounds strained and breathless, and you immediately begin to worry.
“Kyky? Baby what’s wrong?”
“I just…can you…” He coughs violently and you wince. He really doesn’t sound good, and you feel start to feel a little guilty for leaving him alone. “Can you…come home please? E…Emergency.” He croaks out that last part, as though he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.
“Oh baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can okay? I’m sorry for not taking you seriously. I’m leaving the office as soon as I can.”
“Thank you,” he breathes before hanging up abruptly and you think the absolute worst. Maybe it wasn’t just a cold, maybe it was something worse, and now he’s alone and confused and deteriorating. You head back into the conference room, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously.
“Everything okay Y/N?” Your boss asks.
“Yes, ummm, it’s just my boyfriend is really ill right now, and he’s just called me and he doesn’t sound too good so I’m a bit worried that’s all. But we can get this pitch finished up and I’ll go and quickly see him on my lunch break-“
“Kylian is ill?” He says, shocked as if you’d just told him his own mother on was on her death bed. “Oh no, you must go to him right away. We have the PowerPoint and your notes, Lisa can finish your pitch.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes of course, I hope he makes a speedy recovery.”
“Thank you so much, and I really am sorry.” You disconnect your laptop from the hdmi cable connected to the project and slide it into your handbag.
“Don’t worry about it Y/N, please let us know how he’s doing tomorrow, you don’t have to come in if he’s still not feeling well.” He smiles. You thank him one last time before rushing out of the office and down to the elevator to the underground car park. You barely lock your seatbelt in place before hightailing it out of the building.
“Kylian!” You yell as soon as you make it back into the apartment. You drop your bag at the door and hurry up the steps, taking them two at time. It’s not long before you’re bursting into the bedroom. “Ky, baby what’s wrong? Have your symptoms gotten worse?” You sit on the bed, taking his sweaty face into your hands. “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.”
“You’re back.” He croaks.
“Of course,” you sigh leaning in to kiss him and he lets you this time. “What was so urgent?”
“I…the bistro is out of chicken soup and I really want some chicken soup, I was wondering if you could make some for me please?” You drop his head, and he falls back onto the pillow violently.
“Ouch!” He moans, rubbing his head.
“Kylian…” you close your eyes, your right hand pressing on the bridge of your nose. “Kylian, do not tell me you pulled me out of work because you want FUCKING SOUP!”
“I missed you too?” He pouts.
“Kylian! I was in an important meeting with my boss!”
“The one that’s the PSG fan? I’ll have someone send him some tickets to our next game, he’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes.
“Of course that’s why he let me leave the office without hesistation….but that’s not the point Ky!”
“Look babe, I’m sorry for making you leave work.” He doesn’t look sorry in the slightest and it pisses you off even more. “But I mean…you’re here now? So…”
“So???”
He opens his arms, his eyes wide as he smiles. “Come spend the day in bed with me.” You throw a pillow at him, landing in the space his open arms created, before storming out of the room.
“Where are you going?” He calls out.
“To make YOUR FUCKING SOUP!“ you shout back. “Tu es un putain d’idiot!”
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You feel someone’s arms wrap around you as you’re stirring the soup and you shrug your shoulders.
“Get off me Kylian.” You mumble.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks, holding you tighter as he presses a kiss into your neck.
“Kylian Mbappe Lottin, I’m within an arms reach of very sharp objects. Get the fuck off me.”
“No.” He insists, burying his head further into your neck. “I want to hug you. I read somewhere hugs and kisses when you’re sick are very healing.” He moves from behind you to stand by your side, his arms around your shoulders instead, leaning forward with his eyes closed and lips pursed. You shove the teaspoon you were using to taste the soup into his mouth instead and push him off you as you untie your apron and place it on the work surface.
“You can keep your kisses. I’m not trying to get sick again.”
“You kissed me earlier when you came back?”
“Yeah when I thought you were on your death bed you manipulative man child.”
“Oh Y/N, come on!” He whines, stomping his feet. “I’m not a baby.” You look at his stomping foot and raise an eyebrow. He stops and his lips turn up in a little smile. “Okay fine, maybe I am a baby. But I’m your baby. And your baby is sick and needs you. He needs your kisses. Desperately or he might drop to the floor right now.”
“Drop. I don’t care, I’m not kissing you.”
“But I said I’m sorry!” He groans.
“And you’re forgiven. But I’m not kissing you. I don’t want to get sick again.”
“Actually,” he says, coming up to you as you reach into a cabinet above the sink to grab two bowls. “Since I caught this cold from you, it’s the same strain, and you can’t catch a cold twice with the same strain of virus. So you can kiss me as much as you want.”
“And since when did you become Dr. Mbappe.”
“I did some reading in the 3 hours you abandoned me.” You slide past him and start serving up the soup in the bowls.
“Good for you.”
He takes the bowls from you and sets them on the island before backing you up against the counter. The blanket around his shoulders falls to the floor as he rests his arms either side of you on the granite worktop, trapping your body between his.
“Just one kiss.” He whispers against your lips, his face barely an inch from yours. “Please. Just one.”
“Fine.” You press your lips against his lightly, ready to pull away but his hands cage your face, and he presses his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. You both pull away eventually breathless, your hand around his neck.
“Better?” You ask in a low voice.
“I’m cured.” He murmurs, before he suddenly recoils and sneezes all over your face.
“DUDE!” You shout, pushing him away as you reach for a tissue.
“Well, almost cured.” He laughs, stopping when he sees your stone cold expression, your eyes shooting daggers at him. You shove his bowl of soup into his chest and go to sit on the sofa with yours. You soon feel Kylian snuggle up next to you, lying down dramatically with his hand over his forehead.
“I suddenly feel weak and dizzy, I don’t think I can hold myself up Y/N.”
“What? You want me to feed you the soup now?”
“If you insist.” He smirks.
“You are unbelievable,” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too as you pick up the bowl and hold a spoonful to his lips.
“I also think a kiss in between each spoonful will really help speed up my recovery process.” He nods as he slurps the soup from the spoon.
“You know what, you should legally change your name to Mbaby.”
“Haha funny.” He retorts. He points to the soup, then his lips before opening his mouth wide. You intentionally put the bowl down and pull out your phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode and holding it up so both you and Kylian are in the frame simultaneously.
“Look at this big baby here,” You start, as you press the live option on your instagram. “Big boy Kylian Mbappe lying here while I feed him soup because he’s got a little cold he can’t handle.” Kylian reaches up to grab your phone but you leap from the sofa to the other side of the coffee table.
“Y/N, turn it off.”
“Oh look,” you say into the camera. “Suddenly he has the energy to get up. You should’ve seen him merely a few seconds ago guys, acting as though he had the plague.”
“Y/N, I’m warning you.”
You laugh as you read some of the comments from the fans on your live, getting louder as you see one from his teammate.
“Ky, Achraf said stop being such a pussy!”
“That’s it!” Kylian says before leaping over the table, but you’re a tad quicker than he is, dodging his lunge and making a break for it into the kitchen. “Cut the live Y/N, or I swear-“
“Or what?” You taunt, flipping the camera so it’s facing him as he stares you down from the other end of the island in the middle of the kitchen. You quickly slip through the door and up the steps before he can reach you, but Kylian proves himself to be one of the fastest men in the world once again because he’s grabbing onto your shirt just as you reach the top of the steps pulling you to the floor, his full weight on top of you as you raise your arm as high as you can out of his reach.
“Okay guys, I have to go, it’s time to feed baby Kyky his cough syrup.” You say just as Kylian grabs the phone out of your hand and turns it off.
“Looks like you’re suddenly feeling better hmm?” You tease, laughing.
“You…” He starts but his sentence trails and he pulls the blanket over his mouth before sneezing into it loudly. He sniffs, rolling over so he’s lying next to you, wheezing and breathless. “You’re so lucky I’m ill. Once this cold is gone, you’re dead.”
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Tried to make it a bit fluffy, I feel like it probably wasn’t that fluffy aksjsksk enjoy ! <3
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favourite girls
In which you bring your 4 year old daughter to her first football match
genre: fluff
pairing: kylian mbappé x reader
a/n: HIM WITH KIDS ITS JUST. Im in awe everytime hes in a 10ft radius of one. Also i kinda hate this but 💔 i’ve had no ideas lately
The game had just concluded. 3-1 win to PSG with a Kylian brace and he got man of the match. You were so happy for him and couldn’t wait to celebrate alongside him. if you would be able to reach him, that is.
You had made the mistake of bringing your daughter, Ella, with you. Though you knew you had regretted it the second you both left the house.
She was talking throughout the entire match. Asking questions she probably knew the answer to, just so that she can blabber on.
She was undoubtly a daddy’s girl. Despite you finding it adorable, you sometimes found it terribly annoying how much she would hog him. Today, as an example.
He had barely come off the pitch, but she was dragging your hand towards him, just short of yanking off your whole arm. She was so radiant, her father's name and number glistening on her back so proudly. Her tiny pigtails flowing with the wind, the security allowed you both onto the field as soon as he recognized you.
As soon as she was somewhat in his distance, she had let go of your hand completely in order to catch up with him.
It was so beautiful, you had to admit. As he heard her small calls of “dada, dada!” while she tried her very best to catch up with him. He turned his head and his eyes literally lit up. He smiled in awe as she continued her run, crouching down when she was just in reach, and scooping her up. They shared a smile with each other before he threw her up in the air a couple times. her laughs, small, yet filling the stadium.
He then kissed her forehead, before aiming his attention to you only a few steps behind her. She wrapped her hand around his neck securely. He walked towards you in long strides before smiling down at you, then interlocking his lips with yours. A small kiss that put you all in this small little world that made you forget there was even another part of it.
Until Ella interrupted by forcing your forehead back. “My daddy.” She whined as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. She grumpily forced her face away from you. He only laughed and looked at her as he touched her nose. You, on the other hand, weren’t really laughing. Were you jealous of a 4 year old? Well.. it was more complex than that. This was about him defending you, at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.
“You’re just gonna laugh?” You tilted your head with your arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed. He paused his tickling session, that must’ve began as you went into thought, to look at you.
“What was that, baby?”
You rolled your eyes as you scoffed lightly. “You’ve barely given me any attention since we got here!” You complained passionately.
He tilted his head, wondering whether you were being serious or playing a game with him. He turned to your daughter, still in his arms, one leg on either side of his hips. “Is Mommy joking? She can’t possibly be jealous of you, huh?” He rubbed noses with her as she exclaimed small giggles, twisting her face in laughter.
You got annoyed by his mocking tone, him knowing you were dead serious. “Kylian!”
“Hon, you have to be kidding. She’s four!” He pointed out.
Though he was right, you couldn’t help but feel insecure. Throughout your pregnancy, you often felt inferior when he would come home and skip the questions about you. Rather, ask things such as “how’s the baby?” “the little one still kicking?” It drove you crazy sometimes, weirdly enough.
Kylian could see you train of thought ponder off. You snapped back into where you were, at the stadium, to watch as he carefully set you daughter down, leaving her with a final kiss to her cheek.
He crouched down to her level, before pulling some of her hair behind her ear. “Go find uncle Dembele, sweets.”
She ran off in a hurry to find her father’s friend. His height reappeared as he gained his stance from his position on the ground.
He looked down into your eyes, grabbing both sides of your face. You decided to play stubbornly. Opting for turning your face to the side. He smirked slightly, giving the slightest force to bring you back to the two of you.
“Since I have to make it know, you’re my number one girl, hmm? Do I need to spell it out each word for you?” As with Ella, he put a few strands of loose hair behind your ear. The winds dismay.
You pouted, loving the attention that was currently on you.
“You know that right?” He asked for the final piece of assurance.
You nodded into him, putting your hands into your pocket before going on your tippy toes to reach his face. “I know that.”
He smiled before leaning into the kiss.
“Don’t tell Ella about what I said though. Don’t need another one of my girls’ mad at me.”
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now that we don’t talk - kylian mbappe
prompt: life after losing your best friend and favorite ex boyfriend
warnings: cursing, grammar issues, mentions of toxicity in relationships
credits to owners for all images
it seemed life was going good for him. another picture of leaving a party with a different girl was trending yet again.
it appears that he was happy. that was just acting. it was obvious he became anxious because of cameras. he was scared that you would see the pictures. his brand new haircut with the style that he knew was your favorite. he was practically living in riches and style.
he was a completely new person. yet, you could only think of his old ways. it was difficult knowing he promised he wouldnt change, but money was the only thing that convinced him to change. your relationship with him was perfect. he spoiled you. he use to care so much about you. you didn’t know how hard it was for him to simply separate life and passion.
it was a complete flashback to you. you were reminiscing how much you missed him, but you couldn’t help to remind yourself how he fucked you over. nothing could’ve got you to yell about something you love. except him, of course. everyday, you think about how you called your mother after the breakup. constant crying and her words trying to calm you.
“maybe it was for the best.” she said. it wasn’t. you gave everything to him, but he kept getting distant. little did you know, he went insane after losing you. his constant panic attacks without you. how he would have to go to public events without you squeezing his hands. communication had to be completely cut off or it was all for nothing.
and you know his friends were proud at first. kylian only told him his side of the story. how being single was the true fate of him. how life would be so much better having free-will. you wondered what he said to his friends knowing that they have some sympathy for you now. constantly checking up on you as the pictures were released. it was obvious kylian was suffering and made it apparent to his friends if they’re trying to reach out.
“get it off your chest y/n.” said your mother. and that’s exactly what you did. the biggest argument led to kylian walking out. it was officially over. no more answering his calls and texts begging for you back.
throwing away the shit you pretended to like to fit for his house. no more faking your opinions only for him to think your minds were alike. no more pretending you liked the yacht knowing you got heavily sea sick. no more having to go to basketball games in a foreign country and missing family events. no more having to hear degrading thoughts and opinions online or from his friends.
clearing up your thoughts, your phone rang.
from the famous, kylian mbappe.
you wanted to stop yourself, but you couldn’t help it. he was going to continue chasing you.
“hello?”
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after pleading and much excitement on kylians’ end, you finally bite the bullet and take him with you to your hometown of algiers.
kylian x algerian!reader
word count : 1.3K+
watch it: fluffy fluff fluff, mild over thinking and angst if u rly rly dig deep for it
luv my country fr fr
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theres a small dent on the wall from where you banged your elbow so hard you swore you broke it. you were around 10. it's been years, and the little spot still stands. you never forget to run your thumb over the ridges, the cool wall warming under your touch.
It's been years, but the wall holds the memory, a mirror of you. each flick of your thumb ignites the scene inside your head over and over, you swear you can feel your elbow sting. you remember the way you hissed sharply and called for your mom, who came scuring from the hallway. and how your cousins all lined up to see the damage and soon teased you for being a baby. screeching at the 'crater' you left in the wall. your aunt snapped a picture of the comotion while she laughed hysterically, hand on her hip, head tossed back while the rest of the family filled in to check out the commotion.
you were given a wet towel to keep in your elbow till the swelling went down. and the teasing never stopped, in fact you're bound to have it happen at any second. your cousins called you bulldozer for years, some still do. that's even your contact name in a few of their phones.
it's so silly how such a little moment from so many years ago carries on. wasn't even your funniest moment in full honesty. you have much better ones.
it's been years, and it remains one of your many contributions to your grandmother's little flat. cozy and quaint in the center of algiers. today you bring a new addition, kylian.
you joked about taking him once, just a passing comment while you showed him pictures from your last trip. he hummed, latching onto the idea like an excited puppy to a chew toy. bothering you with itineraries (as if you need one in your hometown?), your texts are a wall of flight screen shots at this point. and of course bombarding you with questions every second he got the chance.
"should i pack light?"
"what cities will you take me to?"
"do you think i'll need to bring a lot of security?"
in truth, you were hesitant to bring him along.
going back home is a feeling you can never get enough of. from the moment you step off the airplane and the familiar smell of your country hits your face, to your first dip into the mediterranean, a homemade meal, singing out of cars in the dead of night while you race through the city.
bringing him is an intimate ordeal. your country is your first love, first home. she raised you in a sense.
she is a part of him, the same as she is of you. but having him in your grandmother's home? introducing him to your very lively extended family? you don't know about that.
you were worried about your sanity as much as his. you know the questions will be never ending. he's your fiance now after all, wedding in the works. this is only going to add to the disaster that is wedding planning. you know you're going to have to squeeze in promises of inviting your 2nd cousins aunts cats neighbors gardener.
and how could you forget, he's kylian. kylian mbappe. there's no way you're bringing him to the heart of algiers and going to be free to roam the streets as you please.
you know you'll never be able to do so on your own again once the media puts two and two together. good by freedom. it's easy in resorts or fancy hotels. everything can be arranged. but not here.
you and kylian value your privacy dearly. french media has barely ever gotten a proper look at your face and you intend to keep it that way. but you don't think you can get away with that here. you want to show him real places that hold history and the people. not just fancy villas on the coast that cost more than you want to think about.
he pleaded with you anyway, even after you voiced your concerns. "i have an agent and security for a reason. just take me and the rest will come easy. don't even worry."
you frowned, "it'll be in the summer, when everyone else and their mother is going."
"i just want to see it you know, authentically. i want to experience just a part of what you did growing up." he confessed, shy.
and so you caved. and here he is. leaning against that same wall you rammed into all those years ago, fanning his face with a pile of notebook paper he found lying around after a long day of unpacking the gifts you bought for your family.
he's had a long day of posing for pictures and videos, all of which you rolled your eyes at. it's nearing sunset, and you press your forehead against the familiar cool wall of one of the living rooms. it's going to be where you sleep for the next 2 weeks or so.
the couches convert to beds and you get to play the age-old game of war with the mosquitoes that torment you. you haven't told kylian yet. he needs to be ambushed in the middle of the night for the full authentic experience. ha ha ha.
you look back to where kylian is sat on the couch perpendicular to yours, hes given up on the fanning. hand under his thighs while he watches what he can of the balcony. you can see the sea from here. in all its beauty. the gentle wind it brings flutters the curtains while you hum.
tomorrow he meets the rest of your family and you can't help the butterflies that pool in your stomach at the thought. your fiance, meeting the rest of what makes this house a home. you can't wait. for now though, all you want to do is nap.
you get up from your couch, sliding on your socks to press up against his side. even if its pushing near broiling temperatures. he doesn't complain, only bringing his hands to cup your face gently, giving your nose a peck.
"its so beautiful here, " he sighs, "thank you for bringing me."
you hum into his lips, giving them a firm kiss, "you're welcome my love. i'll show you around tomorrow. it's time for my post flight nap."
he gives you a lazy smile, "yes please i was waiting for you to bring it up. it's past my nap time." he pouts.
you roll your eyes and throw one of the couches throw pillows against his chest. he manages to grab it, hurling it back at you. and while you're distracted he curls his hands against your side, tickling you till you yelp and thrash in his hold, back pressed against the couch while you gasp in between laughter.
he finally lets you go and collapses on top of you, kissing any skin he can reach.
"okay get off, it's too hot for that." you groan.
he at least listens to that, peeling himself off you and retreating to the far end of the couch while you set up yours for what you know is going to be top 5 naps of your life, easy.
against the gentle breeze and city sounds, you're lulled to sleep. in your vision you see kylian getting ready to do the same, reaching over to press one sound kiss on your forehead before settling down into his little bubble.
you could do this forever you think. you're glad he came.
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Ur fics r so good! If u can,can you do a part 2 to be quiet please with kylian sobering up and not remembering what he said so his mom teasing him or smth like that
Now you be quiet, please
Summary: After the events of last night, Fayza chooses to make Kylian pay for his words.
Warnings: Slightly cursing.
Thank you for reading ❤️🩹🥺 hope you like this ✨️ part one
"Turn that off" he says as he heard the alarm go off. "y/n, turn it off" he shake you a little to wake you up.
You sit up in bed and look at him confused, a few seconds later you turn your attention to the loud alarm turning it off. Taking the covers out you made your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After a nice cold shower to wake you up, you did your skincare routine, indecisive about wearing makeup or just a tinted sunscreen. Deciding on a little bit of concealer to cover your sleepless "Kylian, amour wake up." you call him as you make you way to your vanity. "Amour, wake up" you repeat as you sit and prepare you products.
Melissa reminded you of the brunch before leaving, causing Kylian to invite himself. When his mother and you said no, he made a fuss, leading to him actually getting invited so you decide to actually wake him up.
"Five more minutes" he says as he place his pillow on top of his face "Five more nothing, please wake up" you say as you throw the covers off of him. "Go shower, please" he whines but wakes up and walks to the bathroom, slamming the door on the way.
Once your makeup and hair is ready, you walk to the closet and pick a simple outfit. Deciding for the two of you, you picked Kylians outfit, matching with yours. "Bébé, your clothes are ready on the bed" you say before leaving the room, looking for your purse.
You sit on the big couch you have at the living room, texting Melissa for her to know you and Kylian will be on your way soon.
After a few minutes you hear kylian walking into the room "let's go" he says putting his hand out for you, you take his hand in yours and walk out to your car. "J'ai faim" (I'm hungry) he says while putting on his seat belt "vous avez toujours faim" (you're always hungry) You laugh at him.
"Bonjour, vous êtes enfin arrivés" (Hi, you finally arrived) Melissa says as she saw you walk to the table. "Bonjour à toi aussi" (hello to you too) Kylian says smiling at the two women at the table "Lana, Comment ça va, mon bébé?" (How are you, baby?) He kissed his niece cheek.
You two sit and order breakfast, making small talk as you wait for your food. You notice the look his mother is sending you. Remembering his words last night you feel your face blush and try to hide it by talking to Lana.
"Kylian, how was your night?" Fayza ask "You had a good time?" She drinks her coffee waiting for him to answer "Oui, I needed that so bad" You want to laugh. He was referring to the party but his mom wasn't. "Oh I'm sure you did, I mean you were so desperate for everyone to knew" the way his mother is playing with him makes you and Melissa laugh.
He has this neutral expression. "I mean, I couldn't help it" he shrug eating his croissant "So it was like the one at the morning or was better?" Melissa asks, making you hide your face in your hands. "What?" Is all he can ask, confused at what they mean.
You groan and turn your body to him "You don't remember?" You wanted to laugh because his face is a whole poem. "Je suis si confus en ce moment" (I'm so confused right now) he stops eating to pay full attention to you. "Lana, Vous savez ce qui passe?" (Do you know what's going on?) He asks his niece. She shrug her shoulder not caring as she enjoys a macaron.
"y/n, what's going on?"
You can't help but laugh. "Ask your mom, I have to go to the bathroom" you get up and make you way to the bathroom. Not wanting to be there when his mom explain the situation.
His eyes follow you until you dissappear from his sight. "Maman?" He asks her now. "Dites-moi juste ce qui se passe ici." (Just tell me what's going on). Fayza just smile and look at Melissa.
"Omg, Kylian. Last night you announced to your mom and I how good y/n made you feel that morning and how good you were going to make her feel as soon as you hit home." Melissa finally explains the situation to him. "Oh" is all he can say, not sure how to answer.
"The weather is good today, don't you think?" He's trying to change the subject, embarrassed about it. "Oui, very good weather. Kind of cold, good for the type of activities you like in the morning. Don't you think?" His mom can't help but tease him. "Yeah, a good warm up, good for before training stretching" Melissa join the teasing. "Arrêtez, s'il vous plaît" (stop, please) he can feel the heat on his face, hiding it with his hands.
You return happily, noticing the way the two women are laughing and the way his face is hiding behind his hands, you can't help but feel sorry for him.
"I'm back" you grab one of his hands and intertwine your fingers with his. "So, you understand now?" You tease. "Last night you were so comfortable expressing this, why so embarrassed now, bébé?" You want him to feel a little bit of the shame you felt yesterday. Enjoying it.
"Don't" he begged. "Remember how I asked you to be quiet, you told me your mom knew about it. Why are you so shy now, Kylian?" You smiled continuing with the mocking.
"Now you be quiet, please." He hides his face in the crook of your neck.
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The labor/delivery of Kylian’s first child, and how he reacts to seeing them for the first time, and then maybe when his family comes to meet the baby his parents are shocked at how much the baby boy looks like his father
𝘽𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙅𝙤𝙮 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader
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As you lie in the hospital bed, contractions coursing through your body, you clutch Kylian's hand tightly. His eyes are fixed on yours, filled with love and concern. "You're doing great," he whispers, his voice soothing. "Just breathe through the pain. We're almost there." You nod, panting through another contraction. The room is filled with the beeps and whirs of machines, the voices of nurses and doctors. But Kylian is the only thing that matters to you at this moment. As the hours tick by, the pain intensifies. But you push through it, knowing that at the end of this journey is the precious gift that you and Kylian have been waiting for. And then, finally, after what seems like an eternity, the baby is born. You hear the sound of crying, and tears spring to your eyes. Kylian leans down to kiss your forehead, and you feel his tears mingling with your own. "It's a boy," the nurse says, holding up the tiny, squirming bundle of joy for you both to see. Kylian's face lights up with joy and wonder as he gazes down at his son. "He's perfect," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "Absolutely perfect." You can't take your eyes off the baby either. He's small and wrinkled, with a tuft of dark hair on his head. As the nurse places him in your arms, you feel a surge of love so intense that it takes your breath away.
Hours later after the delivery, you are now lying in a hospital bed, exhausted but exhilarated, cradling your newborn son in your arms. Kylian stands beside you, his eyes fixed on the tiny bundle of joy that he helped bring into the world. He reaches out to touch the baby's soft cheek, his hand shaking slightly.
"I just can't believe it," he says, his voice choking with emotion. "He's perfect. Absolutely perfect."
You smile weakly, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "He is, isn't he?"
Kylian leans down and kisses your forehead. "You were amazing, you know that? I can't believe how strong you were."
You laugh weakly. "I don't feel very strong right now."
"That's because you just did something incredible," he says, his eyes shining with pride. "You brought our son into the world. And he's beautiful." Kylian reaches down to grab the baby, cradling him in his arms.
As you lie there, basking in the glow of new motherhood, the door to the hospital room opens, and Kylians parents walk in. They look tired and a little disheveled, but their faces light up when they see their son standing beside you, holding a tiny baby.
"Kylian!" his mother exclaims, rushing forward to give him a hug. "Where is my grandbaby? Oh, he's precious!" Kylians father shakes his hand and rubs him on the back. "Congratulations, son. You're a father now. How does it feel?" "It feels amazing," Kylian says, beaming. "I can't believe he's finally here." She looks down at the child in his arms and coos over him, admiring his little fingers and toes. "He's so handsome, Kylian. And look at those dark brown eyes! Just like yours." Kylians father peers at the baby's face, "Actually, I think he looks more like you than anyone else. Same nose, same chin." Kylian grins, clearly pleased. "Do you really think so?" "Absolutely," his mother says, "He's definitely got his father's good looks." Kylian laughs, "I hope he gets his mother's sense of humor, though."
Everyone chuckles, and you smile weakly, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. You can't believe that you're a mother now, responsible for this tiny little life. But looking at Kylian, holding his son with a look of wonder on his face, you know that you'll be okay. You'll figure it out together, one day at a time.
Over the next few days, the hospital room fills with visitors: friends and family. Everyone wants to see the new baby, to hold him and marvel at his perfection. And through it all, Kylian is there by your side, his love and support unwavering.
"He's so tiny," Ethan, Kylians brother exclaims, peering down at the baby. "How do you even change his diaper?" Ethan was not able to visit when his parents did due to schooling.
"It's not that hard," Kylian says, grinning. "You just have to be careful not to get peed on."
"Speak for yourself," you say, rolling your eyes. "I've been sprayed more times than I can count."
Everyone laughs, and for a moment, it feels like the world is a little bit brighter.
Soon you are allowed to be released from the hospital with your newborn son. As the days pass, you settle into a routine: feedings, diaper changes, naps. You spend hours just staring at your son, marveling at how perfect he is. And all the while, Kylian is there, holding your hand, kissing your forehead, reassuring you that everything is going to be okay.
"I love you," he whispers to you one night, as you lie in bed together, watching the baby sleep in his bassinet. "And I love our son. He's the best thing that's ever happened to us."
You smile, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I love you too, Kylian. And I couldn't agree more."
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taking care of you after you got drunk out of frustation due to his silent treatment - kylian mbappe imagine
"kylian, i'm sorry. it was my fault, i despised the fact that you needed some time for yourself but instead of making you feel better, i hurt you. i apologise for my behaviour but please talk to me. i can't take this anymore. i've made dinner for us, won't you come and eat?" his shoulders slumped as he turned his head back to see your small figure standing at the doorway. he didn't say anything and returned his attention to his laptop.
you sighed and walked out of the room and made your way to the kitchen, putting your dinner into the fridge. you didn't have any appetite after your hardest try couldn't beat his grief for you. balling your fists, you leaned on the kitchen counter as fresh tears rolled down. you hated being so weak.
wiping away the tears, you headed towards the main door and walked out of the house unsure where to go in this late night. frustration took over you. it was cold outside, brushing your hands against your arms and hugging yoursel wasn't helping at all. you walked on and on after your teary eyes met with a small bar ahead of the road. without thinking twice, you entered inside it and plunged yourself on a chair near the counter
"whiskey" you said and the bartender immediately passes you a glass of it. gulping it down in one go, you shoved the glass to the bartender indicating him to pour more. you felt your nerves getting calm. then another shot, your body was a whole buzz. you were drunk but still in senses. another shot, it goes overboard. your body was numb, eyes closed and head dizzy, just as you were about to gulp down another glass, someone grabbed your wrist and put down the glass on the counter.
your bloodshot eyes looked at the manly body standing beside you. you weren't in your senses but you could recognise who he was. it was kylian. ignoring his presence, you hid your face in your arms and started sobbing. he sighed seeing your condition, it was all his fault. but still he came here at the right time or you might have ended up in the streets doing something regretful. luckily he went after you when he couldn't find you in the whole house and you were just a few distances away when he saw you.
he paid the bartender and picked your numb body in his arms. he made his way out of the bar and soon reached home. the guards saw and opened the door for him as he quickly took you to your shared bedroom and placed you down on the bed carefully. he took a small towel and went to the bathroom, soaking it in cold water. then he gently massaged your temples with the towel. stains of tears were visible on your puffy cheeks. he couldn't express how much guilty he was feeling, he hated for putting his ego before you.
"i'm sorry," he whispered as you tiredly opened your eyes with the cold sensation on your face. your brown orbs met his hazel ones, his face was a few inches away from you. your hand reached out to his cheek, caressing the skin softly. he closed his eyes under your touch as if he missed this affection. your hand followed to the collar of his shirt, clasping them under your grip you pulled him closer. "it's okay" you mumbled and attached your lips with him. he was shocked at first but he responded as it was too hard to resist your kiss that he had been craving for. in fact, he was aroused by you. it was gentle and passionate at first, but soon enough the kiss turned rough. he sucked your lower lip while your hands slightly pulled his hair which took him to the edge. he broke the kiss and panted heavily while you stared at him with your half closed eyes.
"i love you," he said and intertwined his left hand with yours. devouring your lips one more time as the night that was cold and frigid gradually started to turn hot by being in each other's presence.
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#2. MISBEHAVE | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: above
Genre: smut (oral, male receiving)
Pairings: Kylian Mbappé x female reader
"Come on Ky, one short dance and I'll shut up for the rest of the night", you pleaded, but your boyfriend beamingly shook his head from left to right.
You currently were on one of Neymars parties and as usually, the house was crowded, filled with tipsy people dancing and jumping around. The alcohol took control over your body, you loved dancing, especially if you were drunk enough to not care about how your moves looked like to others. Kylian, on the other hand, tried his best to avoid dance floors. He simply thought he wasn’t good at it and didn’t want to make a fool of himself.
Neymar, who was standing only a few metres away from you, watched you rocking back and forth on your seat, discreetly moving your hips to the loud music. He heard you singing along and begging Kylian to finally go with you in between the lines of the song. "May I, madame?", Neymar smirked and reached out a hand for you. You glanced over to your boyfriend, who sometimes got jealous of you and Neymar being so close, though there was no reason since Neymar and you were like brother and sister. "Go", Kylian sighed out, feeling relieved you would stop trying to convince him now. You quickly pecked his cheek before intertwining your hand with Neymars and dragging him to the middle of the room, holding your hands up high eventually feeling the release of enjoying yourself. The two of you foolishly danced around, laughing at each others goofy dance moves, until a slower placed song came on and Neymar grabbed your waist in order to pull you closer to his body. "Do you think he’s getting mad again?", Neymar whispered into your ear. You spied over to Kylian, only to see his body already tensing up at the view of another man touching you on those spots only he was privileged enough to touch. "Definitely", you giggled out as Kylian started chewing on the insides of his cheek. Neymar and you didn’t let his insecurities stop you from having a good time though. Driving your boyfriend insane was your personal way of amusing yourself. You loved seeing him being all possessive and protective over you. "Are you done?", Kylian bluntly asked as he walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from Neymar, who was left alone, chuckling to himself before he turned around to continue his dance session with someone else.
Feeling Kylians muscles vibrate caused by the built up tension turned you on in a way you couldn’t explain. The way his jaw clenched, his hand held onto your wrist so tightly - Kylian showing his dominant side was your weakness.
"Am I getting punished now?", you joked when he led you down the hall, stopping at the door of one of Neymars many guest bedrooms. "Maybe", Kylian coldly responded, clicking the door open and slightly pushing you inside. His tongue moisturised his lips by slowly circling on them while his eyes wandered up and down your body. "You owe me an apology." You bit your bottom lip while you nodded yes, taking some steps towards him, "I do. I haven’t been really nice to you, hm?" His breath against your skin sent tingles all over your body as you were only a few inches away from one another. Your fingers tipped slow beats on his chest, steadily lowering their position. Kylians breath got heavier the moment your hand found its way to his well visible bulge. Before you finally started rubbing on his cock through the fabrics, you kept on looking down at it and peering up to stare right into your boyfriends eyes. He looked down to watch your hand move up and down on his growing curve, letting out a low moan when you used two fingers to put some pressure on his sides. You kissed his neck as you unbuttoned his shirt, then your lips went all the way down from his shivering chest to his v line. Arriving at that spot, you wasted no time and quickly pulled his jeans down along with his boxers, revealing his huge cock to you. Just like every time you saw him, you admired him with one hand pounding on him at a calm pace, supporting yourself by holding onto his knee with the other hand. You covered his dick in short soft kisses first, next twirling your tongue just around the tip. Kylian threaded your hair, brushing it away from your face so he could watch you with his dick in your mouth. You knew he had enough of your teasing when his hips started moving, pushing his shaft deeper into your throat. With your hand massaging his balls, you began to bob your head back and forth, looking him in the eyes as you tried to keep them open. His head fell back in pleasure. "Yes bébé, just like th- fuck", he moaned out once you got faster and squeezed harder on his balls. His hips found their rhythm as he thrusted in and out your filled mouth. Your eyes got watery with all the gagging, saliva already running down the corners of your mouth. Kylian pulled on your hair, you felt his cock twitching. His groans got deeper and longer with every thrust. The moment he was about to cum, he grabbed the back of your head, pushing his cock the deepest he could. His eyes roll back as he uncontrollably moans out. You feel his warm semen shooting into your throat and let him watch you swallow it before licking his cock clean. Kylian tries to catch his breath as you proudly smile at him, "Am I forgiven?"
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➛ DATING KYLIAN MBAPPE
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one word. expensive. that is the encapsulation of the relationship. kylian is rich, rich. and loves nothing more than to spend his money on you. even though you feel slightly guilty. though he tells you not to be as you his 'best babe'. and you deserve to be spoilt like royalty. calls you amour and darling. like nothing more than spending time with you
hugs, kisses and cuddles. the three essentials in your relationship. PDA. and a lot of it. making out in public. don't care if the paparazzi is there or nah. yall so in love. makin everyone jealous fr. def wants kid. but yall got forever. no need to rush. the couple of the century. the best friend to lovers that everyone wants
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écoute chérie // kylian mbappé | part two.
kylian mbappé x f! reader.
saw this edit on tiktok by strkvoid!!! they edited mbappé to écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer and… i fell in love. the song is sooo mbappé.
y/n got the job as kylian’s personal assistant. his previous assistant fired for unknown reasons. y/n had heard about kylian mbappé and his terrible attitude. she wasn’t excited to work with him. but, turns out.. he’s actually not that bad.
read part one first.
read finale.
“and then, he says he’ll call me in the morning. like what?”
y/n got home later that night and the first thing she did was call her friend to tell her of the events that went down.
“y/n, relax. i don’t know why you’re thinking so hard when it’s crystal clear.” y/n friend says.
“what’s crystal clear?” y/n asks.
y/n hears a deep sigh over the phone.
“you are such a idiot. it’s clear that he likes you, y/n! he’s interested in you.”
“but, i am his personal assistant. that can’t happen, he can’t be interested in me. do you want me to lose my job? i know i don’t.” y/n whines.
“i don’t know about you, but no regular boss does that to someone he only sees as a worker. an assistant… i’m just saying, if i were in your position, i’d be thinking of things to do when i become a wag.”
“shut up! i am not going to be a wag, i cannot stand you. plus, he literally hates me.” y/n rebuttals.
“again y/n, let’s use our brains. didn’t he say he had a reason. he was flirting with you and you think it’s nothing! you better go to his house tomorrow to find the answer.”
“okay, mom. you better be right about this.” y/n accepts in defeat because her friend is making a great point.
“mhm. i’m so tired, go to sleep y/n.”
“goodnight.” y/n says before hanging up.
you wake up to your phone ringing. it’s 8am.
‘who’s calling me at this time.’ you think to yourself.
still halfway asleep, you answer groggily.
“hello, who’s this?”
“waouh, j'ai mal. pourquoi mon numéro n'est pas enregistré? (wow, i am hurt. why is my number not saved?)”
fuck.
hearing the voice of the caller, you fully wake up immediately.
“no, no, kylian. i do have your number saved, i just, you just woke me up and i was still asleep, so i, i just answered the phone without lookin-“
“relax, i’m just joking. bonjour, y/n.”
even if it was way too early, kylian’s voice being the first thing you heard after waking up; it had to be the best thing ever.
“bonjour kylian, comment vas-tu? quelque chose est arrivé? (hello kylian, how are you? did something happen?)” you greet him back.
“no, nothing happened. i told you i would call you in the morning. i wanted to inform you that i decided to take a day off. so, you also have a day off.” he says.
“oh okay, is that all?” you ask.
“yes, that’s all. i’m outside of your building, get dressed and come down.”
you immediately sit up, removing the sheet off of yourself.
“what?! how are you? why are you…? you know what. didn’t you say today was my day off?” you question, confused.
“who said you’d be working? just come downstairs.” he says before hanging up the phone.
you calmly set your phone aside, before picking up a pillow, holding it up to your face and screaming in frustration.
you didn’t know what you were expecting, it sure as hell wasn’t that.
you hop in the shower and get dressed, wearing a black crop top, with black oversized cargo pants and panda nike dunks. you do a quick hairstyle and no-makeup makeup look before rushing downstairs.
it was a bit chilly in paris today, and you forgot to grab your coat before leaving the house.
you got downstairs but didn’t see the usual all-black van with extra dark tinted windows. it’s the car most celebrities drive in.
‘i thought he said he was outside…?’ you wonder, the wind making you shiver a bit.
you were about to pull out your phone to call him, when a red ferrari 488 pista pulls into the driveway.
the windows were tinted so you couldn’t tell who it was.
till the driver stepped out the car.
it was kylian. and, kylian looked so good.
he was wearing black airforce ones, cargo pants that cuffed at the ankles, a black shirt, with a light brown leather jacket.
you saw him outside of his practice uniform, it was usually athletic clothing, like a nike tech.
but, this?
he was all dressed up, and looked so nice.
“hello, y/n. over here! i knew you’d take a little while so i decided to get us something hot to drink in the meantime.” he said waving.
you walk up to kylian.
“this is yours? you’re so fancy.” you say in a teasing tone, running your index finger along the shiny exterior.
“yeah and rich.” he says confidently. he had his elbow propped up against the car door.
“whatever, you’re just kylian the crybaby in my eyes.” you scoff jokingly.
“don’t get too comfortable, miss y/l/n. i’m still your boss.” he says in a warning tone, of course, joking.
“you’re right. i don’t wanna go back to getting mean mugged all day for no reason.” you say, leaning against the car, crossing your arms.
“you know, you still have to explain to me why i deserved that.” you continue.
kylian just looks at you, up and down.
“where’s your coat? didn’t you know it’d be a bit chilly today? you look like you’re freezing.” he asks.
“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.” y/n says, a little disappointed.
kylian’s pov:
“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.”
there she goes with the unintentional pouting again, she just doesn’t know how cute she is.
on top of that, she had the nerve to dress so simple yet look so stunning.
he began to take off his jacket.
“what are you doing?” the woman in front of him questions.
“what does it look like i’m doing, cher?” he says trying to hand over the jacket to her.
y/n looked at the jacket, then looked at kylian.
‘please don’t be difficult.’ he hopes to himself
“i’m not wearing it.” y/n says before turning around, making her way the the passenger side.
he follows behind.
“yes, you are. you’re going to wear it.”
she reached to open the door, kylian quickly maneuvered in front and opened it for her.
“i’m going to make sure you won’t have to touch any door when with me.” he says to her, he didn’t realize how close they were to each other.
y/n’s pov:
he always does this. these small moments where they’re saying so much, yet so little.
her heart was beating, fast. abnormally fast.
after an intense stare down, y/n complies.
“fine, give me your stinky jacket.”
“stinky? you’re childish. i could never stink and you know that.” kylian says smirking as y/n slides on the jacket.
“he swears he’s all that and a bag of chips.” mumbles to herself.
“huh, what was that?” he says.
“nothing, what’s the plan for today?” you question, entering the car, kylian made sure you were properly seated, before closing the door for her and jogging to the driver’s seat.
“put your seatbelt on and here, this is for you. i got you some ginger-lemon tea. it tastes amazing.” he says pointing to the cup holder.
you thank him as he starts the car.
you sip on the tea, as you look out the window. you still didn’t know what the plan was today, but, obviously you weren’t gonna ask anymore questions because he wasn’t going to answer anyway.
it’s quiet, extremely quiet. but, it isn’t awkward, it’s quite nice.
why does the world suddenly slow down when i’m with my boss?
it’s ten minutes into the drive and kylian break the silence.
“earlier, you asked me what’s the plan. today’s plan is i’m taking you shopping.”
you choke on your drink.
“no.” you say after clearing your throat.
“no?” kylian questions, taking his eye off the road for a second to analyze your face.
“but, why?”
“why? just because.” kylian answers.
“you’re lying.” you shoot at him.
“yes, i am.” he shoots back.
kylian’s pov:
“what’s your deal?” she questions him.
“i can’t treat my assistant out to some shopping?” he says.
obviously, this isn’t normal. but, he likes y/n. he’s accepted that.
he still feels bad about the way he treated her.
he wants her.
“you’re not fooling anyone. i see right through you, mr. mbappé.” she scoffs.
“it’s kylian.” he replies, smirking.
they spent most of the day together at an extremely fancy mall in the heart of paris. places where only the elite shop: athletes, models, actors. so, the two didn’t need any security or had to worry about running into fans and paparazzi. it was just the two of them.
or at least they thought.
it was around 12 o’clock when they finished going through every store.
kylian bought y/n too many things.
when they first made it there, y/n refused to even set her eyes on anything in the shops because they were insanely expensive.
“we aren’t leaving here till you buy at least three items, please, i wanna do this for you. buy whatever you please.” kylian says to y/n.
y/n sighs before accepting it, she was grateful but she didn’t wanna use his money.
a few stores later, she lets kylian purchase exactly three things for her: christian louboutin so kate red bottoms, jacquemus asymmetric draped midi dress, and the chanel classic double flap bag.
the whole time kylian couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. he felt so happy, seeing y/n wear his leather jacket and him paying for anything that grabbed her attention.
they were making their way back to the car. kylian holding the bags.
“11.9K, not bad.” kylian says humorously.
“stop it, i will literally turn us back around and go return everything.” y/n says, still feeling a little bad for letting him spend that much.
he laughs.
“seriously, thank you, kylian. i’ll make sure to work over time to pay you back.” y/n says observing his face. if y/n had to choose her favorite part of kylian, it’d probably be his eyes. they were beautiful. big and clear. or his personality, he said so much, even when saying little. he had amazing comedic timing.
“pay me back? i offered to do this for you. i wanted to do it. i don’t expect to receive anything back.”
okay. she couldn’t deny it anymore. since day one, y/n was attracted to kylian. no doubt. he’s smart, he’s talented, he’s strong minded, with a strong heart. he’s an inspiration.
she smiled big, opening her arms to engulf kylian into a hug.
it obviously took him by surprise as he stumbled back. but, tried his best to hug her back with the bags in his hands.
they hug for a lengthy time. taking in each other’s warmth, shuffling from side to side. kylian smelled amazing, like a smoky, deep aroma.
y/n backed up, still at a close proximity with both hands on his shoulders.
“thank you, a million times. are you hungry? let’s go to your house. i’ll make you something very good to eat. c’mon.” you say, intertwining your hands with kylian’s sorta dragging him to the car.
you felt like you were in primary school again, having a stupid little crush and being all excited over it.
you two arrived to his penthouse. even if you were here the day before, you were still amazed at the beauty of his apartment.
you handed kylian back his coat, thanking him once more for letting you hold onto it this morning.
“i’ll set these down over here for you.” kylian says, referring to the shopping bag.
you hummed in response. making your way to the kitchen. looking through the fridge and cabinets to see what you’d be able to make.
kylian made his way to the kitchen island and took a seat there, watching you.
you turn around, “how does oven baked chicken and rice sound?”
“good. is there any way i can help?” he asks.
“mmm… no. just sit there and look pretty.”
“you think i’m pretty?”
“go to your room, kylian.”
“you said it, can’t take it back.”
“leave the kitchen, right now. go watch tv or something. the food won’t take long.” you say, shoo-ing him away. he laughs before getting up, plopping himself on the couch and turning on some tv.
he’s always laughing, loud and goofy.
you like it.
it was now 1 o’clock.
the food was ready. this time, two plates and two empty glass cups were set on the island.
“kylian, the food is ready, come eat!” you call out.
he gets up immediately and makes his way to to kitchen.
you see him approach with wide eyes, each second he gets closer, he gets even more amazed at the food.
“you don’t know how hungry i was, smelling the food didn’t help me much either. seeing it up close, is even better. how can you cook so well? i could kiss you right now.” he says enthusiastically, sitting down on the stool chair.
what did he say???
“ok, kiss me, what’s stopping you?” you chuckle, you were joking, but, serious. there was some seriousness in that sentence.
kylian looked up from the food fast, you could tell by his expression he wasn’t expecting you to say that.
“i’m just kidding. oh my gosh. you look like you were about to catch a heart attack, kissing me wouldn’t be that bad, you know.” you say playfully.
“anyways, what would you like to drink? water or orange juice. those are literally the only drinks you have in your fridge.” you ask, changing the subject.
“water would be fine, thank you.” you pour water into the two glass cups. you put the water back into the fridge and make your way around the island to sit next to kylian.
you two eat, sometimes occasionally staring at one another, and laughing when eye contact is made.
again, it’s nice.
you set your utensil down, sipping on some of the water before starting conversation.
“oh yeah, you told me you’d tell me why you treated me that way. i feel like now is the perfect time.”
he looks up, chewing the remaining food—wiping his mouth with some paper before sighing.
“yea i did tell you i would, it’s a long story but i’ll shorten it for you.”
it’s quiet, he looks to be deep in his thoughts. he looks hurt?
he begins, “i had a personal assistant before you. i got along with him very well. i thought we were buddies, we hung out like friends. multiple articles began coming out, stuff like ‘people close to young football prodigy reveals his terrible attitude and large ego.’ my manager and i thought it was just press doing their thing for some clicks and views. till more personal information of mine began to spread.”
he stops, sighing hard again.
“i just don’t know what i did for him to do that… we found out it was my assistant spreading rumors about me. things that were untrue, he got paid to fabricate stories. it really ruined my reputation. and it messed with me, i thought i had a genuine friendship with the guy.”
you pat and rub kylian on the back.
“oh, kylian. i’m so sorry.”
he looks you in the eye.
“no, y/n. i’m sorry. when i got the news of me getting a new personal assistant, i didn’t like the idea of it at all. i didn’t wanna have to deal with something like that again. so to make sure history wouldn’t repeat itself, i was awful to you. to see if you’d ‘rat me out’ to those gossip blogs. and i feel terrible, because you’re so sweet.”
you take his hands into yours.
“i forgive you.” you say, smiling sweetly at the man next to you.
he smiled, radiantly.
“thank you, y/n.”
“no problem, now, if you’re done, let me put your dish in the sink and go sit on the couch. i’ll cheer you up.” y/n says, gently removing her hand from kylian’s while getting up.
he listens, making his way to the couch.
kylian’s pov:
‘she’s perfect. she’s the one for me and she just doesn’t know it yet. i don’t care if she’s my personal assistant, i don’t want to be her friend. i want her.’ kylian thinks to himself while sitting on the couch. the only thing making noise is his mind and the water running as y/n clean the dishes.
y/n’s so patient and polite with him. he wants to build a healthy relationship with her.
his mind was making so much noise that he didn’t register that the girl on his mind, was seated next to him. staring at him.
“are you alright, mbappé?”
“hm? yes, yes i’m fine, y/l/n. so, how are you gonna cheer me up?” he responds.
“i’m gonna put on the dress you got for me, for you.”
‘i have got to be the luckiest man on earth.’ he thinks.
he’s rendered speechless. he didn’t know what to say so he just nods.
he watches y/n grab the bag and make her way to the bathroom.
for some reason, he’s nervous.
‘you’re acting like a virgin right now, loosen up.
you bastard, i am not acting like a virgin.
you sure are.
no i’m not. i am kylian mbappé. virgin who-‘ he says arguing with his consciousness.
he sees her walk out the bathroom.
y/n is the most beautiful person kylian has ever set his eyes on.
he sees she’s shy, kinda reserved as she walks towards him with a small smile on her lips.
“so, do you like it?
‘what sort of question is that?’ he wonders.
“do i like it, y/n? i love it. it hugs you in all the right places.”
he sees her blush.
“you’re cute, y/n. behind all that fiesta girl act you put up, you’re a little sweetheart.” he says, trying to get her to blush more.
it works as her smile beams.
he quickly grabs the remote, going on youtube and typing in a song.
he clicks on the video and the song begins, lyrics filling up the room.
‘j’ai pas fait semblant, j’te jure.’
he makes eye contact with her, smirking.
“it’s our song.” y/n says.
“yes, our song. come here, let’s dance. you look gorgeous.” he says, getting up.
they slowly close in on each other, shy giggles being shared. soft touches being placed.
‘partir, venir, mourir, courir.’
kylian has his hands wrapped around y/n’s waist, y/n’s arm around kylian’s neck. they weren’t making eye contact, but, they were pressed up against each other. in a tight hug as they swayed to the beat.
‘je te dirai que je t’aime.’
kylian lifts his face from the curve in your neck.
“you smell so good.” he whispers in your ear.
a feeling in your stomach began to tumble in at the breathlessness of his voice.
at that time, nothing mattered to the neither of you. forgetting that kylian’s your boss and you’re his personal assistant.
you look at him.
eyes connecting, like always.
“mhm?” you say, looking back into his eyes.
“oui.”
you two just look into each other’s eyes, then at each other’s lips, before the eyes again. their song playing in the back.
at the same time, you two lean in.
‘tais toi, écoute chérie. j’ai pas le temps.’
your lips meet.
one word to describe it: euphoric.
it was intense, but, soft and short. like the feelings they started growing for each other in such a short time.
they pulled back at once, they’re always connected, in sync with each other.
‘courir, partir, venir, mourir.’
kylian is the first to dive back into the kiss with more passion. y/n reciprocated it back. it’s like craving a sweet caramel candy, knowing you shouldn’t eat it because of cavities.
it feels so right, though.
his hands went lower, lightly gripping your bottom before caressing it.
“wait, kylian.” you say backing up from the kiss.
“is everything ok?” he asks concerned, backing up from you to give you space.
“c'était parfait. (it was perfect.)” you answer.
“but, this isn’t right. i’m your personal assistant, kylian.” you continue.
“so? i don’t care about that, obviously. i know this is a drastic change, but i want there to be an us. i’ve been attracted to you since the day i saw you in the psg office. i really wish we could’ve met under better circumstances, but, i still wanna get to know you. we can move at your pace.” he explains, getting closer to you, placing his hand around your waist again.
y/n thinks about it.
‘écoute chérie, c’est maintenant.’
she looks into the eyes of the boy who’s on her mind, all the time.
“i do have a tiny crush on you, sir. we’ll work this out, right?”
“yes, we will.” kylian says, landing his lips onto y/n’s.
a/n (author’s note):
y’all the clutch for this was insaneee, i was so motivated thanks to the kindness i received from dropping écoute chérie part one. i hopeeee y’all enjoy this, it was so fun to write. it’s not completely revised as of rn so if u see any mistakes, it should be fixed in short time. as the saying goes… it’s calm before the storm. ecouté chérie part three is on the way! thank u for reading <333
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kylian mbappe headcanons on what it would be like to date him?
Dating Kylian
(speaking from first hand experience of course 🤭) (Also i literally cant help myself i had to do a “how did you start dating”)
You meet Kylian at your distant cousin’s wedding, you weren’t even supposed to be there, but your mum had come down with something last minute and forced you to attend in her place
You’re at the bar at the reception with a caramel apple martini mocktail planning your escape when a handsome guy comes up to the bar orders the exact same drink
“I think you’re the first guy today to order that.” You say as he’s about to leave
He turns to you with a raised eyebrow
god he’s so handsome
“Not a dark liquor type of guy?” You ask
“Ew” He scrunches his face. “Definitely not, I like sweet things.”
“Ditto.” You raise your glass at him, nodding
And with that interaction, you find yourself in his car 30 minutes later headed back to the city, which is a whole 3 hour drive
He’d also been looking for an excuse to leave so he offered you a ride
You didn’t know this man or why he was being so generous but you were so desperate to get out, you hated weddings, especially when you know almost no one, so you took him up on it
Off topic: Mbappe driving…🧎♀️
You figure out who he was 2 hours into the drive when “Ramenez a la coupe de la maison” blares out through the speaker and you gasp so loudly when you realise he laughs
“My brother is going to lose his SHIT when he finds out THEE Mbappe drove me home.”
“Give me your phone.” He says when you finally reach your apartment. He punches his number into it
“Proof for your brother.” He winks, and suddenly you feel shy under his gaze
Fast forward to 4 days later and Mbappe is definitely sure you’re ghosting him
He’s venting to Neymar who just laughs at him because finally Kylian couldn’t bag a chick he wanted and Achraf being the voice of reason saying perhaps you were busy
It’s not for another week until he gets a text from you
“It’s Y/N’s brother. Prove you’re Mbappe and call her.”
He wastes no time ringing and the first thing he sees is you screaming at your brother to give the phone back
“Holy shit Y/N, you weren’t lying.” Your brother says
“You owe me 20 euros, dickhead.” Your face comes into view and you’re flushed and looking frustrated
“Hi.” You say to him. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Kylian laughs. “I’m glad your brother called, it’s nice to see you again.”
“Oh.” You blush
2 weeks later you’re going on your first date and for some reason Kylian is nervous
Kylian is confident, he knows what he wants and how to get it, never sweaty, never shy, never nervous but for some reason he wanted to impress you so much he works himself up over it
He picks you up with a bouquet of roses in his sweaty hand and you greet him with a kiss on the cheek which drives him slightly insane
Your date goes very well and you have another, and another and before you know it you’re his girlfriend
OKAY NOW TO THE DATING AKSHJSKSJS SORRY
KYLIAN IS A GOLDEN RETRIEVER/SUNSHINE BOYFRIEND AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL (my king of aeygo 🫶🏿)
Whenever you hang out at his or your place he’s basically on your leg like a koala
You can’t leave or enter the room without giving him a kiss first or he’ll pout and whine until you do
He absolutely loves cuddling, he’s the big spoon always (Alexa play cuffing season by sza)
Hugs from behind >>> he’ll just randomly wrap his arms around your waist and place his chin in the crook of your neck or pepper kisses across your neck instead
He also likes lying his head on your lap so you can give him head massages, he’s loves them a lot
Kylian spoils you way too much
“Hey babe remember that necklace we saw last week in the window you said you liked”
“Kylian that was just a passing comment please don’t tell me you-“
And he always presents the gifts with the cutest smile on his face, both his dimples shining so you can’t be mad at him
He knows you can’t be mad at him when he smiles like that and you know he won’t return anything you ask him to
He’s even worse on your birthday and valentine’s
You absolutely don’t know how he rents out the entire louvre for your first valentine’s together but he somehow does
“Baby, I’m Kylian Mbappe.”
Cocky little shit.
It’s the best date you’ve ever had, a candlelit picnic set up on the floor of the museum
You both hate fancy dinners however so your regular dates are always fun things like amusement parks, or roller skating, visiting new cities when he has the time and arcades
He’s a TERRIBLE loser btw kylian absolutely does not like to lose grumpy boy
You kicked his ass at fifa once and he gave you the silent treatment for a few hours
It never lasts longer than that because he’s missing you then he’s all over you again
Kylian loves kissing you, ik that boy is a phenomenal kisser i know it
Horny as fuck too.
He cannot keep his hands to himself however hard he tries, especially in public when you’re trying to not look obvious
He’ll put his hand in your back pocket, he’ll pull you into an alley and kiss you senseless, he’ll whisper in your ear for absolutely no reason because he likes seeing you hot and bothered
Your relationship is still private so he makes sure he pays you a lot of attention behind closed doors
He always makes sure you’re pleased first, he loves the way you moan his name and the sounds you make
Your lucky day is anytime he scores a hatrick, he makes sure you reach at least 7 big O’s in honour of his jersey number
You in his jersey - drives him CRAZY
You wearing his clothes in general, his favourite thing to see, especially first thing in the morning
You don’t argue a lot, but it happens, and you’re both stubborn af
He’s always the first to apologise though, especially if it’s when he’s come from a bad game or training session and that’s what causes the argument
As mentioned, Kylian doesn’t take loses very well, and sometimes he takes it out on you, but he doesn’t mean to
You do your best to be there for him in those times
There was a particularly bad argument because of a tabloid post and you went 4 days without a word to each other and he thought he was going to die
The make up sex is- *call drops*
He always holds you extra tight after
Your family absolutely love him, your mum especially
“You and Kylian are coming over this weekend? Is his favourite food still _____? I must go shopping.”
He always gifts your brother tickets to his games, you’ve gone a couple of times together and Kylian will always look up in the stands for you with a smile
Of course no one knows who he’s looking for
Until they do
The day your relationship is leaked was probably the worst day of your life, you had to take a few days off work because the paps wouldn’t leave you alone it was an absolute nightmare
Kylian was there for you the whole time, assuring you, loving you, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere
Once the media moved onto someone else, the relief of not having to hide anymore felt great
Especially for Kylian because he could now hold you hand and kiss you wherever he wanted, which he made sure he definitely did
He’s not possessive but he’s absolutely jealous, he knows you’re stunning and people look at you whenever you’re out
Makes a point of PDA when he notices someone staring
“Kyky they’re probably staring at you, not me.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
Now you’re in public relationship, you can sit with the other wags at his games so he know exactly where to find you when he wants to dedicate a goal to you
Champions league games and international friendlies are the worst when he had to travel and you can’t always go with him
He’d always call you before the game, he claims you’re his “porte bonheur” (good luck charm) or something of the sort
He comes straight to your apartment from the airport every time
His favourite days are lazy mornings with you when he doesn’t have training
He likes to cook for you sometimes, but he mostly steers clear of the kitchen
Especially after the time he almost burnt it down trying to make tacos
Also boy can he eat
You’re both big foodies, you have a spontaneous date night every week where you pick random restaurants or food truck places to try out
You’re sat on a bench at 11pm, 6 months into the two of you dating, with mouthfuls of food from a place you’d seen on tiktok when he asks you to move him with him
You’re hesitant at first because you do enjoy having your own space but you agree to it, you were over there a lot anyways, would be easier
And he said you can convert one of the spare bedrooms into your own safe space
Kylian is a huge romantic, corny too so he’ll leave little notes around the house for you
“You’re the straw to my berry” you find this in the fruit bowl
“You’re so sweet, I get a toothache just looking at you.” this was on the mirror above your bathroom sink
Stupid nicknames
“Kyks if you call me “your little avocado” or “your cheeky cotton bud” one more time, I’m calling you Donatello next time we have sex.”
He sticks to ma cherie or mon amour from then on
Living together means domestic things like cooking together and negatives like Kylian stealing your skin care products
And he absolutely has to do a face mask also everytime you do one
“Kylian this shit isn’t cheap keep your hands off!”
Next time you open your bathroom cabinet, there’s 6 of every product with a note: “I know something else that would be great for your skin, I’ll show you tonight.”
You’re very glad that night Kylian’s apartment is sound proof
Movie marathons together
Marvel and Disney especially, he’s team Iron Man 👎🏿
You absolutely cannot stand horror movies, but he loves them, you think it’s mostly because you always end up in his arms with your face in his neck to avoid watching them
Becoming really close with the other wags, especially Achraf’s wife Hiba, she becomes like a sister to you
Joking Kylian and Achraf were going to leave the two of you for each other
You and Kylian going to support Ethan at his games and babysitting his neice and nephew, he loves seeing you with him
So much so he asks you one night how you feel about having kids with him
“NOW??”
“Of course not now Y/N. Just at some point.”
You say yes
So he proposes 2 months later, he doesn’t care you’re young or have only been dating 15 months, he loves you and can’t see himself with anyone else
You say yes
2 years after your wedding you welcome your first child together, a baby girl the spitting image of Kylian and he’s never felt so content with life and how everything has turned out for him
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I hope this is okay 😭 I’m terrible with headcanons bc i always end up wanting to just write a fully fledged fic instead 😵💫
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my winner
in which you surprise your winner after his match. in turn, he surprises you.
genre: fluff
a/n: this is actually so short i really thought i wrote sm more but!! i miss writing so hopefully this brings me back x enjoy!
inspired by rwmsdale
You texted Kylian around 7 to let him know you would probably come by. You unfortunately had piles of work to complete, and couldn't attend his home match today and instead chose to just wait for him until he got home.
You two didn't live together. Yet. Kylian died to have you be here all the time. He always felt happiest with you, and he believes he's the most entitled to absolutely all your spare time you have.
On the other hand, you sometimes enjoyed the quiet space of your home. And still wanted time to thing about it.
As you waited up for him, you had tried to fight the tiredness, but it got difficult and you ended up passing out on the couch. At least you could say you tried!
As predicted, Kylian ended up getting home just after 10.
His smile from ear to ear, his PSG tracksuit and small bag in hand. It was a sight to see. After the win, he thought he would come home to you, celebrate for a bit, then head to bed. To his dismay, you had done that last part without him.
He noticed the disorganized array of books and notebooks lying on the small lamp-side table. Likely your last minute studying you cramped in.
His smile faded as he opened the door to a fast asleep girlfriend that he assumed had been here waiting for him. As he shut the door behind him, you startled awake.
He couldn't pretend he wasn't just the tiniest bit happy about it. He knew he would now have that long awaited bit of time with you.
As you began to sit up, he quickly ushered towards you.
"It's okay baby, stay there." He kicked off his shoes as he placed his belongings on the couch adjacent to the one you resided on, opting for cleaning it tomorrow morning.
He found a position that was comfortable beside you while he placed an arm under your head, urging your head to tilt upwards to him. You both looked into each other's eyes. Him, into your sleep ones, you, to his glassy, brown ones.
You brought your hand up to touch his face. He leaned into your touch, and turned to kiss the inside of your palm. "What a lovely surprise to have the most beautiful girl cuddled up with me right now."
You blushed a rosy tone. You found you always had this rosy blush to you anyways. Given your boyfriend had a way with words that always seemed to turn you into mush.
"Had to be there for my winner." You replied, rubbing your right hand up and down his chest affectionately.
You moved your movements to his face, that was begging to be shaved. His face filled with small stubble.
"Did you enjoy the match?"
"I enjoyed your goal, of course. Fell asleep right after."
He threw his head bad lightly in a fit of laughter, grazing your cheek with the thumb of the hand that still had a grip on your face. "Nice goal though, hmm?"
"I mean, I guess so." You teased
He rolled his eyes, immediately understanding you were playing around "You guess'? What can I do better, coach?" Kylian's nose found his way to your neck, where he left small kisses.
"Well, I think you can try practicing more fre-" you were interrupted by a small love bites just right to your collarbone. "Stop! I can-" he continued his assault of kisses while you giggled.
You wrapped your hands around his neck while he lifted his head to reach your gaze once more.
"Should we order in? You must be hungry." you questioned. "Or shall I cook?" deep down, the two of you knew you were an awful chef. Not only were you terrible, but the food was actually sometimes inedible.
However, sometimes you loved being oblivious. Still offering the service to Kylian.
"Let's not waste ingredients, chérie. I'll grab my phone." Leaving one last kiss on your cheek, he jumped off the couch to locate his phone.
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After you guys had finished eating, you sat beside each other at the coffee table. It was quiet, but you both sat there enjoying each other’s company, no words needing to be said.
Kylian sat his fork on the plate before stacking both his and yours. “Can I ask you something?” He suddenly turned to you.
“Anything.” Fixing your posture, you turned to face him.
“Why don’t you move in here?”
The question threw you off guard. You guys did talk about this before. But briefly. Ending on a “maybe when things are more serious” note. But that was almost a year ago. Needless to say, things were definitely more serious.
“I love having you here. You just being here after my match, to greet me, even though you were asleep! It felt so… natural. I want it like that everyday. I’m so in love with you, and I can’t help but feel I need to be with you all the time.
“Your books sprawled out like that? I want that for us. I want this to be a place you call home as well.”
You were in awe at his words. Knowing how passionate he was not just about you moving in but the overall relationship.
You were so, so incredibly lucky to have him.
He took ahold of both your hands once he saw your hesitance. Looking into your eyes with such pleading but proud eyes.
“I don’t know Ky. It’s a big step. Are you sure you always want me around?” You tried to make light of the serious situation by throwing in a joke. You were actually terrified for this step.
“I genuinely do not think that’s possible, hon. Like, at all, ever possible.”
“Okay, but what if you realize I’m too messy? Or what if family are over and I’m being overbearing? And some of the colours in this house are really..”
“Baby,” he interrupted with a breathy laugh. “I would love to have that mess here everyday. You’re part of my family, and you have my utmost permission to change whatever you would like in this house.” He brought one of your knuckles forward to leave it a kiss. “Please,”
You decided that these were just one of those things you knew in your chest. You trusted Kylian with everything in you. And wanted this change, you realized.
You nodded before he fell on top of you into a hug.
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let’s work this out
warnings: cursing, arguing, grammar issues
credits to owners for images.
“kylian, you don’t understand how important it was for me.” he missed one of your family member’s birthday party, once again. he constantly excuses it by saying he needed to practice or an unexpected meeting came up. it wasn’t a good look to your parents. nonetheless, attending family parties alone.
“you’re overreacting right now. come on, you know i have practice. you can’t just expect me to only commit to you.” kylian has been spilling random stories out of his mouth.
“i’m not telling you to choose football or me. i’m sick of attending everything that helps your career, but you can’t seem to even come with me for my nephew’s birthday. is it really that hard?”
“oh my god y/n. i spend hours everyday working hard to take care of us. the last shit i want to come home to is you yelling.”
“well don’t give me reasons to yell kylian. it’s not that hard to be a good boyfriend.”
“see, now you’re bitching about how i’m a bad boyfriend. i just want to relax for once.” he left you in tears as always as he went to the bathroom. you sat there in disbelief. you hoped he would come back out and try to comfort you. there was no point when you heard the shower turn on.
the arguing had been going on for a month. you don’t even remember the last time you were in the same bed as him. or the last time you slept peacefully. fuck, not even the last time you had eyes that weren’t swollen. kylian knew about the party at least for 2 months. every party had to be planned beforehand to clear his schedule. today was his day off as well. he left to the training camp without a word. it wasn’t like he forgot. your nephew adored him, who could forget someone that quickly? you clearly noticed he consistently avoided coming home because there would just be back-to-back arguing. you would sleep in your once shared bed, and he slept in the guest bedroom. but that was only if he actually came home. your family constantly nagging about him was one thing, but the most important thing was you didn’t know who he was with. you trusted kylian in so many levels, but the past few weeks gave you doubts.
of course, the media would’ve found out if he was seeing someone else before you did anyway. there’s already been rumors that your relationship was over. more spotlight on him going out to clubs and bars. the sudden distance was running through your head like crazy. did you just lose your best friend? you felt so hopeless that you grabbed a random suitcase and filled random clothes in it. in minutes, the clothes were everywhere on the floor and the suitcase was going to break from the weight. ultimately, you left everything on the floor and just went outside for some air.
where were you going? hell, you didn’t know. it was just an instinct to just keep walking. you were lucky to live somewhere private so there’s nobody taking pictures, but damn the walk to leave the property was far. halfway to the gate, rain suddenly poured down. your tears only fell faster to the point where you couldn’t tell if it was the rain or your tears. it felt like your life was falling apart only in one hour. the thunderstorm only grew louder as the wind picked up. you were stuck in the rain, cold, and only farther from home. you just walked wherever the wind was taking you, which was to the exit. as your nose was dripping and your tennis shoes now soaked, suddenly light was flashed on you.
you looked behind to see a car. being the only resident in this street, you could figure out who it was. you walked faster which splashed puddles everywhere, but that didn’t stop kylian from getting out his car and running towards you. you didn’t expect anything except more fighting. that thought slowly disappeared as you were pulled into a hug.
“where are you going? please don’t leave.” you couldn’t believe it. kylian mbappe was crying while hugging you in the rain. you didn’t know what to think or how to feel. actually, his comfort made you cry harder. you got the closure you needed after awhile. “you scared me, i thought i lost you.” he was moving the hair out of your face while speaking in a calming voice. “i saw your clothes on the floor. then your phone was on the nightstand. then the thunder shook the house.”
“kylian, i’m okay. i just needed time to think.”
“think about what? were you going to leave?” the man with the world at his feet was currently begging you to stay by him. you’ve never seen him so worried about anything, you felt happy to know he cared.
“i’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.” you removed his hand off your cheek as you gave a soft smile.
“let’s go back home, you’re soaked.”
“yeah, i wonder why kylian.”
“it’s actually kyky to you.”
“no, you made me mad. you’re kylian now.”
“it’s kyky.”
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Prompt 17 trope 1 (friends to lovers) w/ Kylian pls 🤭🤭
- “I'll score a hat trick for you if you go on a date with me."
- Friends to Lovers
i tweaked the quote just a little to "“If I score a hat trick for you will you go on a date with me?” sorrehhh
word count - 600+
watch it - misunderstandings turned to fluff and happiness yay !!
“You wanna come to the game?” Kylian blurts out, legs pressed up to his chest while he picks at his nails. He was never any good at facing you and saying things he ment. Not with his chest anyway.
“Maybe.” you mumble back, playing with the edge of your screen protector that keeps folding upwards.
You sit at a mutual friend's place. In the back patio overlooking the pool. The water shines. You think his eyes shine brighter but what do you know.
Kylian is somewhat still of a complete mystery to you in a sense. You know the Kylian that you've come to call a friend. Introduced one hazy night on this same patio, down the steps and out at the fireplace on a summer night.
You thought people were all joking, that Mbappe was here. But there he was. Head thrown back laughing at something someone had head while you squeezed into a chair and watched the embers dance on his skin.
He had found you first. Putting your arms out to catch some of the heat, sliding into the sleek white leather seat next to you and smiling. Reaching his arms out and doing the same.
“Cold isn't it?”
Friendship has bloomed since.
Or well whatever you want to call what you have going on. Friendship that teeters on the edge of being more while the both of you dance around the implication of your gazes.
You turn to look at where he sits beside you now.
“Why do you want me to go anyway?” you wonder out loud, setting your phone to the side and facing him.
“You know why I think,” he gives you a weak shrug.
“What does that even mean Kylian.”
A second shrug.
“What if…” his voice trails off and he shakes his head, gathering his sunglasses and getting up.
You frown, “hey,” slinging your purse and following him back inside where some of your friends are in conversation.
He waves you off, weaving between people to get to the front door.
“Kylian,” you all but yell. A few heads turn but you dont care all that much.
He stops at the hallway leading to the front door. “It was stupid okay you i know you don't want to come.”
Your brows furrow, “what makes you say that.”
He sighs, “oh come on.”
You cross your arms, “I'm serious, I don't know what this is about.”
“You look like you want to hurl when I look at you. It's like you tolerate me just for the sake of it.”
Your gaze softens, “I don't. I enjoy your company.”
“You don't act like it.” he dead pans.
“I don't know, maybe if you didn't walk around eggshells when you see me it would make me feel better.”
He looks at you like you just grew a third eye. “Me, egg shells? I compliment you and you look like you want to throw a shoe at me.”
“Oh for fucks sake kKylian i act like that because im attracted to you. I have goddamn feelings you absolute idiot.” you spew out in one breath. Palms sweating.
“Really?” he says softly, leaning against the wall.
“Yes really,” you mumble, looking away. You're gonna be sick.
“That's good then, “he scratches the back of his neck, “it's mutual.”
You perk up at this, “actually?”
He reaches a hand out and you give him yours, “yes really.” softly rubbing his thumb over yours.
You hum, “thats good then.”
“You'll come to the game then?”
You smile,”I will.’
“If I score a hat trick for you will you go on a date with me?” he teases.
You roll your eyes, following him as he opens the front door, “where we headed?”
“Anywhere you want.”
Sounds good to you.
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Could you do one where they date and they had a very bad breakup and years later they reunite and he asks her to marry him
She | part 1
Summary: You can't put the pieces of a broken plate back together and expect it to be alright.
Warnings: cursing.
I chose to separate this in parts because I think one only part will be a little too long. 😭🥺
"You know you can go and talk to her, right?" Sergio tells me, noticing how my eyes are glued to her. "And say what?... sorry for broking up to you when you needed me the most? ... or, sorry for broking up with you and having my assistant delivered the message?"
Sergio looked at me with lifted eyebrows, not knowing that part of the story. "You told your assistant to break up with your girlfriend for you?" His head is shaking with disappointment, "you'll be lucky if she even acknowledges you. I'll punch you in the balls if I was her."
Two years ago, Kylian and you broke up. He was away for a big match. You fought the night before over the phone because he asked you not to take a big job opportunity, not wanting you to leave Paris and move to London.
He told his family, friends, and even his close teammates that you broke up because of "different lifestyles". Knowing damn well that was not the case.
He blames it on being scared of the distance, being scared of you finding someone better. Stalking your instagram from his brothers own profile. You blocked him as soon as you stepped out of his apartment. But he couldn't blame you.
You were different, your hair was lighter, your posture was more secure, and your smile was bigger even tho your eyes weren't shining as they used to.
That London job was the start of all the big things you were now doing, being a CEO of a successful company was not easy, but you made it look like it. You weren't the ex of Kylian Mbappé anymore. You were a successful businesswoman.
Your return to Paris was a secret for all your past friends, not wanting him to find out. Not having the energy to deal with him, after what he did to you.
You knew he was looking at you. You can see his reflection on the glass in front of where you and your friend were standing. Was the cold shoulder enough of a reaction? Yes and no. You wanted to slap him. Maybe make him feel a minimum of physical pain as a payment of all the tears, all the bad days you had, all the problems he caused you.
But you would never, and he knew that. You weren't the one to fight, being the calm one between the two of you, always choosing words over anything else. He was the opposite. Football leaves that rage and anger he uses in the field, and sometimes a match not being enough, he would pick small fights. The ones you didn't engage with.
"You want to go?" Lisa, your friend asks you, noticing your body language. "No" is all you can say. Not wanting to hide from him, you learned to live with the thought of him wanting you away was hard, especially when all he used to do was tell you to never leave him, to stick by his side, he was the one doing just that.
After two hours, you announced you were going home. Leaving Lisa and your other friends at the party you made your way out.
"Y/n, hi," you turn to the voice, Tchaga and old friend say, walking towards you. "Oh hi!" You wave excited. "I've missed you so much, " he says and hugs you hard. "Are you back or just on vacation?" You smiled at him."I'm on vacation, but I'll be staying." You say excited, happy to finally announce to one of your friends your plans. "That's amazing Chérie, I can't wait to hear everything about London, but that's for later. I'll dm you on Instagram so you can give me your number".
You say your goodbyes, and you walk to your car. You notice another car parked too close to yours, not leaving any space for you to open your door and enter. "Great," you say, turning around and asking the guard at the entrance to help you find the owner.
He asked you to walk back to your car, finding the person who owns it. You do as you're told and walk back. The night was chilly but not too much. The perfect weather for your liking.
"Hey, I'm sorry," you hear. "I wasn't the one who parked. It was my wife." He says, paying attention to his jacket, trying to find his keys.
You smile a little, noticing Sergio so busy with his jacket. "Blaiming this on Pilar, I see," you smile at him, "I don't recall seeing her inside. Is she really there?" You ask jokingly.
Sergio smiled and got closer to give you a hug. "Never miss the chance to make fun of me," he laughs while hugging you "to answer. Yes, she's inside." You laugh at his words.
"You're leaving this early? ... what happened to the girl who used to leave until six am?" You look at the distance, wondering the same. "She's tired and has to wake up super early." You didn't lie. You do have to wake up early, but not that early.
"Pilar and I missed you, we really do," he hugs you again. Sergio was that person who was the father of the group, giving advice and helping as much as he could. "When are you leaving?" He asks. "I'm not, I'm back." Sergio can't help the smile that creeps. "I'm happy for you. Let me move and you can be on your way."
You mumble a small Thank you, and as soon as he moves you enter you car. You notice his car is now properly parked and pulling down the window, "Don't worry, I'm not telling Pilar about this," he laughs and says goodbye.
The sound of your heels was echoing through the long corridor of the building. You were walking next to Nasser Al-Khelaïfi, he asked you to help him with his own company, not having the time to direct it himself due to his president occupations on PSG.
He asks for the meeting to be help at his home, a big resident in the heart of Paris. Beautiful for sure. Totally secured, for obvious reasons.
"Bienvenue chez moi" (welcome to my home), he says happily. "Merci" you say in return. "Let's go to the balcony. The view is amazing," he says, walking you there. "How was the flight?" He says, sitting on his big couch. He didn't lie. The view was extraordinary. "It was amazing. Thank you for sending your plane."
Nasser proposed the idea of you working with him. At first, you didn't accept because your job was amazing, you loved your coworkers, and you had one of the best experiences working there. However, when he offered you most benefits and a bigger salary for a bit of less responsibility you had at your job, you really thought about it. Accepting at the end because you missed your family and it was a better labor opportunity, growth wise.
"We want to treat you with the best. Our new president deserves it. Let's have some champagne on your honor, y/n, " he says, opening a big champagne bottle. "Cheers," he says, giving you a glass and touching it with his.
The conversation was him telling you more about the job, more about what you needed to do, and even a little personal with him asking about your family. Nothing special.
"Mister Al-Khelaïfi" one of his service workers says, "You have a meeting at 10:45 and it's currently 10:40, the gentleman is waiting for you," you discreetly look at your watch, noticing that the time went super quickly. "Would you mind if I invite him to meet you, y/n? I want to introduce you to one of my team guys," Nasser asks."No sir, it's completely fine," you weren't going to say no to him.
"Please ask him to come out here," the girl nods and goes back inside. "You're going to love him. He's a special one," you only smile at his words.
Your back was facing the door, so you didn't see when this man walked into the room. "Ah, my golden boy." Nassar gets up and moves to the door. "Kylian Mbappé, the man himself honors me with his presence." When Nasser says his name, you can't help but choke with the champagne. "Oh miss, you okay?" You boss asks "yes... I'm fine, sorry."
You get up and turn to face him, his face all serious, his eyes all dull but beautifully shiny due to the sunlight, his beard was new, never seen that before. God, he looks so good.
"Bonjour, Kylian," you say, stretching his hands, "Bonjour" is all he says, taking your hands in yours. You can't help but look at the hands intertwine. You pull your hand back quickly, hating but loving the feeling. "Take a seat, Kylian, please join us." Nasser can't feel the tension, but you do. "y/n is the new president of my company," he announced.
Kylian can't keep his eyes off of you, the way the sun is making you look out of this world, "That's amazing, such a smart girl"
You can't help but smile a little. Mumbling a small "Thank you".
"Kylian is our best player at PSG. He's a star." But you already knew that. He was amazing since Monaco. He's been amazing since always.
"Actually, we have a game in a few days, be my guest and come with me," he says, all excited. For the first time, your eyes left Kylians. "Oh, thank you, Nasser, but I'll have to decline, I have so much to do with the moving and the paperwork..." but he wasn't taking a no for an answer. "Let me hire somebody to help you, it's my treat to you. But you're coming with me."
You just nod and smile. Even if you want to scream, you know better than that. "Well, Mister Al-Khelaïfi, I'll love to stay, but I have a few meetings of my own, I'll let you and Kylian talk alone." You say standing up, not wanting to be around him that much longer.
"Wait, let me bring you a small something I got for you. Kylian, please wait for me, just a second." He gets up and gently pushes you down my the shoulders. "Take you time, Nass," is all Kylian says.
The silence is uncomfortable, is thick, and it's tiring. "I like that color on you," you turn your head to his side, narrowing your eyes at his words. You only nod slowly, not engaging. "And your hair looks amazing, I like this lighter shade" you can only nod again.
He stayed quiet after that, thinking what else he could do. "So, your mom still likes mashed potatoes?" He pouted his lips out of anxiety, wanting for you to answer. After a few seconds without an answer, he gives up. He put his head down. "Does yours still have that old motorcycle?" You finally answer.
He smiled. His mom does have that motorcycle, the same one you once tried to ride, failing astronomically. "She does." You nod one more time, not knowing what to say.
But before he can ask something again, Nasser announces himself. "Here it is. It's a special little something for you." He walks with a big orange bag in hand, your eyes widen in surprise. You were expecting a bottle of wine not an hermes gift.
"You can go home and open it. If you don't like the color of shape, you tell me, and I change it." He hands you the bag and you take it smiling. "Thank you, sir. I'm sure I'm going to love it."
This time, nothing is stopping you from leaving. "I'll see you monday, sir. Thank you for your hospitality." You shake your hand with his "goodbye to you too, Kylian." Not expecting an answer, you grab your purse and with gift in hand walk out of the house.
"She's all that, don't you think?" Nasser asks Kylian. Nodding to respond, smile growing. "She is."
"It's a fucking birkin" Lisa says looking at the bag Nassar gave you. "A BLACK ONE THAT JEAN PAUL GAULTIER DESIGNED." You look at her with a smile, not expecting her reaction to be this one. She owned a few birkins on her own. "Shhh, Lisa, people are staring. But yeah, it's beautiful." You say touching the bag.
Lisa and you were having a nice wine date at your favorite old spot, the one you used to come to as a freshman in college. "I can't believe he still remembers what my mom likes." You sip your wine. "Why?" You ask Lisa, as if she knew the answer.
You were mad at him for doing this, acting as if everything was fine when it's not. When he was the one who broke you, the one who left you, and the one who acted wrong in all of this.
"I thought he had a girlfriend, the ex-girlfriend of that ex PSG player. I mean, I saw them make out like three times. " Lisa, the queen of not thinking before speaking, let out as if it's nothing. You made a discomfort face. "I mean... that's none of my business. I had some flings on my own." You say trying to convince yourself that Lisa's words didn't matter. "Yeah you were a whore, man. Did you even remember half of the names?"
You spill your wine back into the glass. "My God, Lisa, would you like a microphone? Maybe the people at the back of this place didn't hear you clearly." And all she could do was laugh. "It's not my fault you were playing freebies after he dumped you, y/n. I know it's hard for you to admit it, but you were looking to forget about him while trying to find someone who was just like him."
She was right. You tried to find someone like him, someone who you could trust with your life, someone who would know every bit of you, every stretch mark, every curve. But you didn't find that. Not admitting it out loud, you did try but failed, 99% of those guys were out of the door the next day, ghosting them or simply blocking them after the night. The other 1% didn't even had your number.
"I'm not engaging," you say, sipping your wine. "Then why you say something to begin with?" She looks at you with a smile that you wanted to erase. "I'm disengaging." She laughs hard.
"Why don't you talk to him? I know it's not the best advice, but baby, you need that. You need the closure you are looking for. And you will see him at the game, so do it." She did have a point. The closure can work. "I... I don't think I'm ready to be in the same room as him yet." Even when you have already been alone with him, that was not by choice, so it didn't count. "His brother texted me," you say, smiling at the thought of his little brother, Ethan. "I miss that kid. He was nice." You nod.
"I never stopped talking to him." Saying that out loud felt illegal, even if you weren't doing anything wrong. "Why?".
Why? You ask yourself, maybe, because he was the only one who knew Kylian words weren't real, that he was the one who fucked up. "He knew." Is all you say, Lisa understood and didn't ask more questions.
You finish your wine and say your goodbyes, walking back to your parents' house, you were staying there till your things were complete at your new place.
Thinking about Lisa's words, you do need that closure. You do need to express everything. He didn't let you express. You needed that, but it was too soon, and he was the golden boy of the city. One wrong move and everything was going to end. You used Kylian wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but now it wasn't a certain thing.
But you needed to try. In an impulsive, though, you grab your phone and open instagram. Here he is, the only one at the blocked list.
You think about it, was it worth it? Was that really what you needed? You think nothing of it and press the unblock button. Opening his profile, you send him a dm.
@yourusername: Je peux te parler? (Can we talk?)
You put your phone inside your purse already regretting it. You look at the window of the stores, thinking if it's okay to give yourself a little something. Saying yes to yourself, you enter at the store, searching for nothing in particular.
"Y/n?" Your head turns looking at the woman standing in front of you. "Hi," you smile shyly, feeling a little uncomfortable. "It's so nice to see you. When did you come back?"
She was standing closer now, the little girl in her arms confused, looking at you. "I landed last week, haven't gone out that much." You smile at her and the little girl. "We missed you. It's good for you to be back." She touches your shoulder and leaves the store.
You see how she exits the store, going back to reality thanks to your phone notifications.
@k.mbappe: J'ai besoin de te parler (I really want to talk to you.)
@k.mbappe: chez toi ou chez moi? (your place or mine?)
You take a deep breath exhausted.
@yourusername: chez toi (your house)
@yourusername: donne moi ton adresse (give me your address)
@yourusername: Je serai là dans cinq minutes. (I'll be there in 5 minutes)
Kylian sends you his address, and you find a taxi outside the store, not sure if this is the right choice.
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Could you maybe write an imagine with a reader being smart but shy and working in business or finance. Anyways she is in an established relationship with Kylian and doesn't fit in with a lot of the other influencer WAGs. She's a little uncomfortable at first, but slowly tries to changer herself, because she wants to be better for Kylian, but he notices and doesn't like the changes and comforts her about it. It's angst and fluff.
I totally get if it's too specific, you can change whatever. Thank You!!
𝐈 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader
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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you so much for requesting!! Of course I can do that for you :)! And so sorry for the long wait, college had ya girl in a chokehold lol. I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads MIGHT mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥
As a highly accomplished and respected businesswoman in the finance industry, you have a commanding presence and a track record of achieving outstanding results. Your unwavering confidence in your abilities, combined with your extensive knowledge and experience, has made you a true powerhouse in the workplace. Your remarkable success is reflected in the level of compensation you receive, which is a testament to your exceptional skills and expertise. You have worked tirelessly to establish your reputation as a leader in your field, and you have never shied away from taking bold risks and making difficult decisions to drive your business forward. Your unwavering commitment to excellence, coupled with your ability to inspire and motivate others, has earned you the admiration and respect of your peers and colleagues. You are a true trailblazer, blazing a path for other women to follow and proving that anything is possible with hard work, dedication, and a little bit of grit.
However, your personal life is a different story.
Although you exude confidence in your professional role, you are naturally introverted and reserved. You've always struggled with socializing and making friends, which has made dating difficult. That is, until you met Kylian Mbappe, a famous futebol player known for his speed and agility on the field. You and Kylian hit it off immediately and soon became inseparable. However, being in a relationship with a celebrity comes with its own challenges, and you find yourself feeling uncomfortable around some of the other influencer WAGs (Wives and Girlfriends). You felt like you didn't fit in with their flashy personalities and extravagant lifestyles, and worried that Kylian might be embarrassed by your shyness.
Many of these women are outgoing and extroverted, always vying for attention and trying to one-up each other. They were always dressed in the latest designer fashion and wore expensive jewelry. You, on the other hand, were more comfortable in simple outfits and preferred to spend your money on experiences rather than material possessions. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious around them.
One day you progressively began attempting to alter yourself in order to better blend in with them. You started wearing more designer clothes and going to more events and even started buying more expensive jewelry to match the other WAGs' looks, hoping that the changes will make you feel more comfortable around them. At first, it felt uncomfortable, but you thought it was worth it if it meant making Kylian happy.
As Kylian observed your changing appearance and demeanor, he struggled to understand how to react. It was only when he noticed that your personality had started to shift that he mustered up the courage to ask if everything was okay. Despite your assurance that everything was fine, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.
One night, you were at a party with the other WAGs, and they were all talking about their latest shopping sprees and exotic vacations. You attempted to join in, but your voice was drowned out by their raucous laughter and non-stop chatter. You felt like a wallflower, and the isolation was beginning to take its toll on you.
As the night wore on, the sense of not belonging intensified. Normally, you'd be with Kylian, indulging in a plate of cheesy fries or some other guilty pleasure. But tonight, you found yourself stuck with the girls, sipping champagne and struggling to get a word in edgewise. Every time you opened your mouth, someone would talk over you or dismiss your words with laughter. Finally fed up, you made an excuse and slipped out of the group, stepping outside to catch your breath.
Despite being separated from Kylian for most of the evening, his gaze was fixed on you throughout the night. He was chatting with Hakimi, but he quickly excused himself when he saw you slip away from the group of girls and head outside.
As you step out of the crowded ballroom, you take a deep breath of fresh air, trying to clear your mind from the overwhelming sensations of the party. Your head is spinning with thoughts, doubts, and insecurities that you've been trying to suppress all night. You feel a sudden pang of guilt for leaving Kylian behind, but you can't bear to face him yet. You know he'll ask you what's wrong, and you're not sure you can handle that question without breaking down.
But as you turn to head back inside, you see Kylian standing by the door, his arms folded and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He's wearing a sharp tuxedo and a hint of cologne, his black hair in waves and his brown eyes piercing. He looks like a movie star, confident and elegant, the kind of man who belongs in a place like this. And then there's you, in your simple dress and flats, with minimal makeup and jewelry. You feel like a fish out of water, like you don't belong here.
Kylian notices you and walks over, his expression softening as he approaches you. He places a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with a mixture of tenderness and frustration.
"Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" he asks, his voice low and gentle.
You avoid his gaze, feeling a lump in your throat. You don't want to burden him with your problems, but you also can't keep pretending that everything is fine.
"I'm sorry," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "I just needed to...get some air. I'm fine, really."
Kylian shakes his head, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. "No, you're not. You've been acting strange all night, and you keep avoiding me. You're lying to me, and I don't like that. What's going on?"
You feel a surge of anger and frustration at his words. You want to tell him everything, to unleash all your pent-up emotions and grievances, but you're afraid of what he'll think of you. You're afraid he'll see you as weak, needy, or inferior. You're afraid he'll realize that you're not the kind of woman he deserves, the kind of woman who can keep up with his fame, fortune, and status.
But before you can say anything, Kylian steps closer to you, his eyes locking onto yours. He takes your hand and pulls you gently towards him, his other arm wrapping around your waist. You feel his warmth and strength enveloping you, and you can't help but melt into his embrace.
"Y/N, listen to me," he says, his voice firm but soothing. "I know something is bothering you, and I want you to tell me. I'm here for you, no matter what. You don't have to pretend with me, or hide your feelings. I love you, just the way you are, and nothing can change that."
You look up at him, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. You know he's right, that you can't keep lying to him, or to yourself. You take a deep breath and let it out, feeling a tear roll down your cheek.
"It's...it's just that...I feel like I don't fit in with them," you admit, your head against his chest. "The other girls, they're so...outgoing, flashy, and...perfect. And I'm not. I'm not as confident, or glamorous, or...worthy. I feel like I'm not good enough for you."
Kylian pulls back from the hug, his hand tilting your chin up so that you're looking directly into his eyes.
"Y/N, don't ever say that," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "You are more than good enough for me, and for anyone. You are smart, kind, funny, and beautiful, inside and out. You don't have to be like anyone else, or compare yourself to them. You are unique, and that's what makes you special. And I love you for who you are, not for what you wear, or how you act, or what others think of you. You are my partner, my best friend, my soulmate, and nothing can change that. So please, don't ever doubt yourself, or your worth. You are perfect, just the way you are."
You look at him, feeling a mix of emotions. You're grateful for his words, his support, his love. You're also ashamed of your insecurities, your fears, your jealousy. You know he deserves better than that, than you. You want to be better, for him, for yourself.
"I'm sorry," you say, your voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to...I didn't want to...disappoint you."
Kylian strokes your cheek, wiping away your tears, his eyes softening.
"You could never disappoint me," he says, his voice reassuring. "You are my everything, and I wouldn't want you to change a thing. Just be yourself, and let me love you, the way you deserve to be loved."
You nod, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. You realize that you don't have to pretend, or hide, or be someone else. You can be yourself, and that's enough.
"Thank you," you say, your voice more confident. "For everything. For being here, for understanding, for loving me."
Kylian smiles, his lips brushing against yours.
"Always," he whispers, before kissing you tenderly.
You melt into the kiss, feeling his love and warmth enveloping you. It's like all your worries and doubts disappear, and all you can feel is the love you share with Kylian.
As you break the kiss, you look at him, feeling more at ease.
"I'm sorry again," you say, your voice apologetic. "I didn't mean to take my frustration out on you."
Kylian shakes his head, a small smile on his lips.
"It's okay," he says. "I understand. We all have our moments of insecurity and doubt. The important thing is to talk about it, and not let it fester inside. So, if you ever feel like you're not fitting in, or not good enough, just talk to me. I'm here for you, always."
You smile, feeling grateful for his support and understanding. You know that you can count on him, no matter what.
"Thank you," you say, your voice sincere. "I'm lucky to have you."
Kylian chuckles, his hand caressing your cheek.
"The feeling is mutual," he says. "I'm the lucky one to have you in my life. You make everything better, brighter, and more beautiful."
You blush, feeling your heart swell with love and joy.
"I love you," you say, your voice soft.
Kylian smiles, his eyes sparkling.
"I love you more. Now are you ready to go back inside and attack the dessert bar??? I saw they had funnel cake sticks" he says, his voice playful. You both laugh as you nod and smile, feeling happy and content.
You know that there will be more challenges and struggles ahead, but with Kylian by your side, you feel ready to face them, and overcome them, together.
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