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spidybaby · 11 months

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Gold digger

Summary: A lost item at the airport and a miscommunication can be the end of your relationship.

Warning: cursing.

Part two

A/N: This is pure exaggeration. Please don't believe this is based on any real action. ❤️

Stress

Was a short-term for Kylian current status.

He lost his toiletry bag at the plane, even tho you fly private, he managed to lose his personal things.

"Kylian, can you please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. We have already changed the house locks, and we froze you credit cards, and they're looking for it." You say massaging his shoulders.

"I can't help but worry, that's my whole identity. I have nothing now."

He was worried because his father suffered from identity theft.

"You have something."

"What?"

"You have me," you hug him from behind. "I know it's not too much, but I'll make sure all your things return to you Kylian. Even if I have to search the plane myself."

He smiles at your reflection on the mirror.

"You're more than enough."

After a small talk, you both were getting ready for his birthday dinner, planning it, and having everything ready from where you were vacationing was hard, but you managed to do it.

When the family started to arrived, you greet everyone and made sure they were all conformable.

"Honey, can I use your bathroom, the two down here are busy."

Wilfrid asked you.

"Yes, use any of the upstairs bathrooms. You don't have to ask, please do."

Wilfrid went upstairs to his sons bathroom, he sees Ethan getting out of your room. "Gotcha," he jokes.

"Jeez, the bathroom is still busy downstairs?"

"Yes, it is. Why do you think I'm here?"

"I'll be with everyone, be careful with the hand washing, y/n got her makeup very close to there and we don't want to ruin anything."

"I'll be careful, go have fun."

Wilfrid did what Ethan told him. He was careful with your makeup.

"Oh, merde," he couldn't find a towel to dry his hands and didn't want to shake them scared to ruin something.

After looking around a little, he noticed the navy blue hand towel on top of a travel bag. Probably Kylians.

"Oh, Ethan, always so messy."

He picked the towel and dried his hands. He was about to leave when he noticed what was inside of the travel bag.

Kylian lost toiletry bag.

He grabbed it, checking it inside. Everything was there, his wallet, his keys, his documents. He was relieved that everything was there.

He was about to turn around and go find everyone to share the news, but he notice other thing.

The travel bag wasn't his son's.

It has some of your personal belongings.

"What?" He's confused about why you have it.

To be honest, he wasn't your biggest fan. He always got that feeling about you that didn't quite convince him about you.

Kylian, of course, always told him off.

But this time, he had proof.

He exists the room as fast as possible, looking for Kylian.

"Arrête, Kylian." He called when he saw him doing shots with Tchaga. "Come with me."

He was confused but did what his father told him. Wilfrid dragged him to his room.

"What is going on with you?"

"Shut up, did you find your things?"

Kylian rolled his eyes. He got asked the same question several times.

"Non."

"What if I told you that it has been on your home all this time?"

"Quoi?" He asked confused

Wilfrid walked back inside the bathroom to grab the big bag, throwing it onto the bed.

"Look inside." His father ordered him.

He does as he's told.

Opening the bag that was originally his, but after a few vacations with you, you made it your own.

When he opens the bag, the first thing he sees is his lost bag.

"You find it." He says excited. "Merde, thank you so much." He was happy. All his things are secured with him.

He's about to hug his father but notices his cold expression.

"I found it, but I found it here."

Kylians frowns.

"That's impossible."

"Is it?"

"Dad, c'mon, what are you implying?"

Wilfrid thinks his words before saying them. "She had the bag Kylian."

But he knew she didn't. He was sure his girlfriend, the one who saw him cry in distress because of the lost of the bag.

"Non."

"Kylian, why would I lied?"

"Non, there has to be another explanation."

"Oh really, then tell me what it is?"

"Don't move."

He's furious. He walks fast looking for you.

"Y/n," he called your name, noticing you and his mother were talking. "Can I borrow you for a second."

"Sure, bébé. I'll be right back."

When you started walking upstairs, he grabbed your arm and hurried your steps.

"Ouch, Ky." You tried to let go, but he wouldn't.

Once he enters the shared room, you see his father.

"Ky, let go, please. You're hurting me."

His father is looking at you with an angry expression.

"What's wrong?" You ask, arm still on his hand. "Kylian, let me go. Please."

He let go of you. He was angry, you know by looking at his face.

"I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me." He says elevating the tone. "Where is my bag?"

"What?" You were confused. "Why would I know?"

"Don't." Wilfrid says. "You sure you don't know?"

"Why would I know?" You repeat. "Kylian, what the fuck?"

He walked to the bed, where the bag you used for your things during this vacation was laying. He opens it and pulls his bag.

"Want to explain yourself?" You look at Wilfrid and then back at Kylian.

You stayed quiet, the tension was thick.

"You believe I did this?"

Kylian is not looking at you anymore. He's looking at the window.

"Kylian," you call higher this time. "You believe I did this?"

He shakes his head. "No, I know there has to be an explanation for this."

"I don't understand." You wanted to cry. "Why would I do this?"

"I'll tell you why?" Wilfrid says. "Take this as you want, but you're a broken college student. You're full of debts. Don't think we don't know that." He says harshly. "So you did it as a way of pretending someone else did it. You know all his card codes it was easy money and bye debts."

You can feel your heart breaking. You didn't know his father had that image of you. Wonder if his whole family thinks the same.

"Kylian." You say out of breath. "You think that too?"

"No, of course no." He's trying to get to you, but you're backing away. "Dad, I don't think. No. Maybe you forgot you put it there."

You shake your head. "I didn't take it. Believe me."

"Then why was it there?" The harsh tone didn't cease.

"I don't know." You start to cry. "I didn't take it, Kylian, please."

"I think," he says before kylian could talk. "You need to pack your stuff and leave. I don't trust you around my son, and I'm not going to allow you to be here seeing what you did. I'm not going to allow a gold digger to be with my son."

You feel humiliated. The man you love is hearing how his father insults you and won't bat an eye.

"Kylian." You tried one more time.

"Kylian, go outside, go back to the party."

The way he obeys his father is incredible for you. He didn't even look at you. His head is hung down.

Once he left you two alone, Wilfrid walked up to you. "Pack your stuff, and don't try anything, I'll call you a cab." You nodded, scared.

He left the room, going downstairs, he sees Kylian chugging a whole glass of liquor. He can't imagine how he's feeling.

"Hey, dad." Ethan called his father attention. "Come here."

Ethan takes his father a little far from where his brother and friends are.

"Guess what I did." He's smiling like crazy.

"I don't know, tell me."

"Well, I spent the whole day at the airport, I found Kylian bag, I know he's down because of that, y/n told me how he's all sad. So I went there and they found it with the covers of the seats at the laundry station."

Wilfrid feels his blood turn cold.

"I left it in one of his bags and covered it with the towel, I'm telling y/n so she can surprise him. Have you seen her?"

The smile on Ethan face is making him feel worse, his eyes turning to Kylian, sitting at the couch trying not to break down. All because of him.

"Merde," he turns around, looking for you.

When he opens the door, he finds uncontrollably crying, packing all your stuff.

"Y/n," he says, getting closer.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick, I'm only taking my own stuff, that I bought with my own money."

He saw how you pack, not knowing how to fix the mess he created.

"Y/n." Ethan calls. "Y/n? What are you doing?" He's now worried. "Dad?"

"Ethan, please go downstairs." You say not wanting him to see you like that. "Please, it's okay, I'm fine. Just go."

"But."

"Go, I'm fine, E."

Wilfrid feels like throwing up, even when he had treated you like crap and accused you of something so terrible, you treated Ethan with such love.

Etha runs downstairs, looking for his brother.

"Kylian, come, please. I don't know what's going on, she's crying, she's packing."

All his friends turned to him, getting worried about the angst scene the little Mbappé is on."

"Kylian, move your fucking ass."

"Don't bother Ethan, just forget about it. Go eat something and ignore everything."

Everyone is looking at Kylian with amused expressions.

"Kylian, is this about the fucking bag? Because if it is, I already told dad that I found it, it's on your dior travel bag. Now can you please come."

His eyes snapped back at his brother. "You did what?"

"I found the fucking pouch, now come upstairs quickly."

Kylian pushes his friends in order to run upstairs. Finding his father outside of the door.

"What the fuck did you do? You told me she had it." He screams. His whole family and friends are now aware of the situation. "What the fuck?"

He enters the room, finding you closing your big suitcase. "Amour, please hear me out."

"Why?" You say angrily. "So you can let your father call me a gold digger again? For you to let me get humiliated by him?"

"What?"

You both turned to Ethan and Fayza, they're standing outside of the closet.

"Dad called you what?" Ethan asks.

"Ethan, please don't get involved into this."

"No! What the fuck is wrong with you, dad?"

"Ethan," you call him. "Please, don't do this."

Fayza and Wilfrid are arguing. She's trying to understand the situation.

"You," E, says, pressing his finger hard into his brothers chest. "Let's him call her a Gold Digger?"

"He said she took the fucking bag" he justified.

"Oh and you fucking believe that?" He laughs "Kylian, your girlfriend have had your whole bank account information for years, she had been taking care of important and expensive jewelry. And you believed that shit?"

You wanted to cry again, Ethan was right. You have been helping your boyfriend with his finances for a long time now, all because you were studying a financial career.

"Y/n, darling, grab your stuff, we're leaving." Fayza says angrily. "And you, she turns to Kylian. "You disappoint me so much, how could you?"

"Fayza, it's okay, I already called a friend." You don't want his family to have a fight because of you.

"Nonsense, you're coming with me. Ethan, help her with her things." Ethan runs to you. "You don't deserve this, I'm sorry."

You let Ethan take your suitcase downstairs.

"Y/n, please amour."

"No!" You push him away. "I've never done anything for you to doubt about me. I was the one who offered you to pay for the things at the hotel, I've been the one who takes care of your wallet and watches during games or parties." You pause, taking air, you wanted to let out everything. "I rejected your help when you offered to pay for my loans, I said no. You want to know why?" You turn to Wilfrid.

At this point, both Kylian and you are crying.

"Because I'm not here for the money, I earn my own, and yes, I'm a broken college student, but I know how to work hard for what I want."

He only look at his shoes.

"Please don't go, I need you."

"No, Kylian." You laugh. "You don't need me. Why would you need someone like me? To feel more important?"

"No, amour."

"Don't call me like that." You scream at him. "I don't want to see you again, I'm done."

"Please," he begged. "What am I going to do without you?"

"I don't know, Kylian." You shake your head. "But if you ever need a gold digger, call me up. Apparently, your father thinks I'm one."

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jkkyks · 5 months

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I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism..

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brideofmbappe · 7 months

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Missing My Baby || Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

Raindrops pelted the windows as Kylian stared out, the pitter-patter echoing the rhythm of his racing heart. He had been restless, consumed by thoughts of you. The heated argument still played in his mind, the words exchanged and the raw emotions that had torn you both apart. He missed you terribly; the laughter, the shared moments, the love. Each day without you felt like an eternity, and his regret weighed heavily on him.

He poured himself into football, channeling his emotions onto the field.

The stadium lights illuminated the pitch, casting an intense glow that mirrored the fire within Kylian. As the opponents charged, he couldn't help but see them as an embodiment of his frustrations.

His movements were fueled by a mix of anger and determination. With each dribble, each pass, and each shot, he unleashed his inner turmoil upon the game. The ball seemed to be an extension of his emotions, driven with a ferocity that only he understood. Scoring felt like a release, a brief moment where the weight on his chest lifted.

But even as he dominated the match, a void remained. In between plays, his mind would drift to thoughts of you. He remembered the way your eyes lit up when you saw him, the soft touch of your hand in his, the countless memories that now seemed distant. The cheers of the crowd were a bittersweet symphony, a reminder of how much he had to prove – not just to them, but to himself as well.

Practice was both a sanctuary and a battleground.

Kylian pushed himself harder, the physical strain helping to momentarily overshadow the emotional pain. Yet, there were moments when he faltered, his concentration slipping as your name echoed in his thoughts. He would catch himself, frustration and sadness clashing within him.

The other players noticed the change, the usually happy Kylian appearing somewhat distant and preoccupied.

Nights were the hardest. Exhausted from training and the game, Kylian would return home, hoping to hear your voice, to share the events of the day as he had done countless times before. He would step into the shower, allowing the water to cascade over him, masking the tears that mingled with it. He would close his eyes and for a fleeting moment, imagine that you were there, that the distance between you had vanished. But reality always came crashing back, a cruel reminder that he was alone.

In those moments, the emptiness felt suffocating. The arguments, the regrets, the echoing silence – they all merged into an overwhelming ache that refused to subside. He would call your name softly, almost expecting you to respond from the next room.

The loneliness would settle in, a heavy weight that seemed impossible to escape. And as the water spiraled down the drain, so did his tears, carrying away some of the pain but never truly washing it all away.

But Kylian wasn't the only one struggling.

You had been grappling with the aftermath of the argument as well. The silence between you was deafening, and the emptiness in your heart was unbearable. Every corner of your life seemed to remind you of Kylian, the joy he had brought, and the love you had shared. Each night was filled with tossing and turning, your thoughts consumed by his absence. His words during the argument had cut deeper than you had ever anticipated. The pain was etched into your every thought, replaying his hurtful phrases over and over again.

You found solace in the little pieces of him that remained. Clinging to his pillow, you would bury your face in it, desperately inhaling the lingering scent that was uniquely his. It was a bittersweet comfort, a connection to a time when you were intertwined in each other's lives. But nothing couldn't fill the void he had left behind, and it certainly couldn't mend the shattered pieces of your heart.

Nights turned into days, and days turned into weeks, but the ache persisted. You moved through life like a ghost, a mere shadow of the vibrant person you once were. The laughter that used to flow so easily now felt like a distant memory. The world had lost its colors; everything seemed to be draped in shades of gray.

Sometimes, in the midst of your loneliness, you swore you could hear his voice. A whisper carried by the wind, a faint echo in an empty room. Your heart would skip a beat, hope sparking briefly before reality crashed down again.

You would find yourself turning around, half-expecting to see him standing there, that familiar grin on his face. But it was always a cruel trick of your imagination.

Part of you longed to reach out, to bridge the gap that had formed between you two. But another part of you held back, afraid of being hurt again, afraid that things might never be the same. The battle waged within you, tearing at your insides and leaving you feeling utterly lost.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The pain had become a constant companion, an unwelcome guest in the house of your heart. You often wondered if life would ever regain its vibrancy, if you would ever find the strength to forgive or move on.

The uncertainty was suffocating, and you clung to the memories of what once was, hoping that someday, the wounds would heal and you would find a way to piece together the fragments of your shattered heart.

On a rainy night, the sky's tears seemed to mirror the emotions in both your hearts. The doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts. With cautious hope, you opened the door to find Kylian standing there, soaked to the bone but with a determined look in his eyes. In his trembling hands, he held a bouquet of white roses.

His voice cracked as he began to speak, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I've missed you so much. I can't stand not talking to you. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry for what I said. It was all my fault, and I wish I could take it back. I regret it all, every word, every moment we've spent apart. I can't bear to be without you. I've been dying to see you, to hold you, to tell you how much you mean to me."

Tears mingled with raindrops on his cheeks as he poured out his heart, his emotions laid bare. The sight of Kylian, usually composed and strong, brought a pang of sympathy to your heart. You couldn't stand to see him like this, broken and vulnerable.

"Kylian," you whispered, your voice a mixture of forgiveness and understanding. "I've missed you too." And with those simple words, the dam holding back your emotions cracked, and tears streamed down your face as well.

Without another word, Kylian pulled you into his arms, his grip strong yet tender. The scent of rain and his cologne filled the air as his embrace melted away the days of distance. The world seemed to fade around you both as he lifted your chin, his eyes locking onto yours.

His lips met yours in a kiss that spoke volumes - a kiss filled with longing, regret, and a burning desire to make things right. It was a kiss that rekindled the fire that had been smoldering within you both. Slowly, he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours as his thumb wiped away the remnants of tears from your cheeks.

"I've been so deprived of your touch ma belle," he admitted, his voice a mixture of husky desire and vulnerability. Without breaking eye contact, he scooped you up in his arms, effortlessly lifting you off the ground. A surprised laugh escaped your lips as he carried you, your heart pounding with a mix of joy and relief.

As he ascended the stairs, each step brought you closer to a reunion you had both been craving. He set you down on the bed, his hands running over your body as if he were memorizing every inch. You could feel him trembling, his breathing coming out ragged as he looked at you, his eyes dark and intense.

You reached for his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders, eager to see him again. He leaned forward, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone, and you felt yourself melt under his touch. His lips brushed against yours, his tongue slipping between them.

You moaned softly, kissing him back, eager for more. His hands slid up your waist, his fingers brushing against your breasts, causing your nipples to harden. Your hands moved to his belt buckle, undoing it with ease, eager to get at his flesh. He stepped back, watching you intently, his eyes dark and hungry.

You could tell he wanted to rip your clothes off, but you weren't about to let that happen just yet. You smiled mischievously as you slowly undid his pants, pulling them down to reveal his boxers.

His cock strained against the fabric, and you couldn't wait to see it again. You ran your hand up the length of his shaft, feeling him throb in response. You gently tugged at his boxers, sliding them down his legs, exposing his cock, already glistening with precum. You looked in his eyes as you took it in your hand, stroking it gently.

He groaned, his eyes closing as he savored the sensation. You kissed his tip, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting him. He gasped, his hands tangling in your hair, pushing you harder against him. You moaned, loving the feel of his cock in your mouth.

You began to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper, sucking on him like crazy. His hips thrust forward, meeting your motions, urging you to take more. You looked up at him, a smile playing across your face. "Oh yes," you heard him whisper. "That feels so good." You smiled, moving faster, wanting to bring him to climax.

You felt him tense, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he held you close. You kept going, determined not to stop until he came. You felt him explode in your mouth, his cum filling your throat. You followed Kylian's lead as he guided you towards the bed, both of you eager to finish what he had started.

He lay you gently onto the soft sheets, and then knelt between your legs. He spread them wide, inviting him into you. He took you with one long stroke, burying himself deep inside you. You threw your head back, arching your body towards him, your muscles tightening around him. He groaned, his teeth nipping at your neck. Your nails dug into his back, marking him.

Kylian pounded into you hard, making you cry out again and again. He was close, and you knew it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you. "Oh fuck, yes!" you cried, your body convulsing as you came. He groaned, slowing his pace, but never stopping. You clung to him, feeling every inch of him buried inside you.

You couldn't get enough of him. Finally, he gave one last thrust and collapsed on top of you, his body still shaking. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He kissed your shoulder, breathing deeply. You turned your head and kissed him softly. "I love you so much mon amour," he said breathless. You smiled, stroking his cheek.

"I love you too kyky."

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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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

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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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boobo13cambridge · 10 months

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Random draft

A/N: Hii guys, so I had this in the drafts and I wanted to post it because i just thought it was funny lol don't take it too seriously tho

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Kylian: bébé

Kylian: stp soit pas fâcher (please don't be mad)

You: kes t’a fait mtn Kylian? (what have you done now, Kylian?)

Kylian: bb promets-moi que tu ne te fâcheras pas 🥺 (baby, you have to promise me that you won't get angry)

You: non (no)

Kylian: bb 😔 (baby)

You: kylian srx kes t’a fait? (Kylian, seriously, what have you done?)

Kylian: tu c ton rouge à lèvres rouge? celui de ysl? (you know your red lipstick, the one from YSL?)

You: kylian…

Kylian: wallahi, jte jure que j pas fait par exprès mais je l’ai échapper dans le bol de toilette (I swear, I swear I didn't do it on purpose, but I dropped it in the toilet bowl)

You: WTF KYLIAN C KOI TON PROBLÈME! 😡😡(WTF, Kylian, what's your problem?)

Kylian: bb t’avais dis que t'allais pas te fâcher!! (baby, you said you wouldn't get angry!!)

You: NON MAIS CAVA PAS DANS TA TÊTE OU QUOI??? COMMENT TA FAIT POUR ÉCHAPPER MON ROUGE À LÈVRE DANS LA TOILETTE! JTE JURE JE VAIS TE TUER! 😡😡😡 (NO, BUT ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND OR WHAT??? HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO DROP MY LIPSTICK IN THE TOILET? I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!)

Kylian: Bb, relax svp jvais t'en acheter un autre (baby, please relax, I'll buy you another one!)

You: NON MAIS COMMENT T’A FAIS POUR L’ÉCHAPPER DANS LA TOILETTE? (BUT HOW DID YOU DO IT? HOW DID YOU DROP IT IN THE TOILET?)

Kylian: jtm mon amour (I love you, my love)

You: t srx kylian? Explique toi mtn! (Are you serious, Kylian? Explain yourself right now!)

Kylian: je voulais juste voir la couleur (I just wanted to see the color)

You: tu vois la couleur à chaque fois que je le porte (you see the color every time I wear it)

Kylian: je m’excuse, princesse, pardonne-moi svp 🥺 (I'm sorry, princess, please forgive me 🥺)

You: j pas envie (I don't want to)

You: je suis vraiment fâché après toi (I'm really mad at you)

Kylian: maiiiissss bb je me suis excuser, svp je vais t’acheter tout les rouge à lèvres ysl au monde (buuutttt baby, I apologized, please, I'll buy you all the YSL lipsticks in the world)

You: omg kyky , 311,25 €??

Kylian: je t’ai acheter tous les models qu’ils avaient (i bought all the red colours that they had)

Kylian: tu me pardonne mtn?? 🥺 (do you forgive me now??)

You: … oui d’accord jte pardonne 🙄 (… fine i forgive you)

Kylian: jtm mon coeur ❤️❤️❤️ (ily my heart)

You: jtm aussi bb ❤️ (ily too bb)

Kylian: alors tu m’envois t seins ou pas? 😏 (so are you going to send me a pic of your tits or what?)

You: jte bloque (I’m blocking you)

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kylianspsg · 3 months

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kylian today stopping to take pictures and share autographs with fans 🩷

#he’s so cute #I love him so much😭😭😭#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappé #mbappe #mbappe icons #mbappe psg #mbappé #paris saint germain #psg #football #ethan mbappe #ligue 1 #mbappe fanfic

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swayziiwriter · 9 months

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Never getting over this 💙🩵

#football #soccer #world cup #kylian mbappe #mbappe psg #kylian mbappé #mbappe icons #france #paris france #france football #ligue 1 #dior men #footballer #europe #championsleague #champions league

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kdbstarboy · 1 year

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kylian mbappé icons.

like or rebelog if u used.

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ferraripoolfc · 4 months

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HAPPY NATIONAL KYLIAN MBAPPE DAY!! It’s Kyky BURFDAY! I love him real bad🫶🏾

#he’s the prettiest #aesthetic #kylian mbappe #mbappe 7 #mbappe psg #mbappe icons #paris saint germain #psg #ligue 1 #birthday boy #i love him so bad

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kiwicidios · 1 year

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ㅤ͜🫀 ֺ ◞ ︵ּ͜ ⠀ ༒ . 𝐛Ł𝐚𝔥 ㅤ͜🫀 ֺ

⠀⠀⠀⠀second header by @ ajaxmito on pint .

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spidybaby · 11 months

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Gold Digger | Part Two

Summary: A broken plate can't be fixed.

Warnings: cursing.

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

Part one | Part Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You fucking are" Sergio yells outside the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But the truth, asshole."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After that, you both said goodbye to each other.

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

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

"Well, I deserve it."

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

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

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

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

"Hi," you say.

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

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

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

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

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

"Just let me apologize."

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

"One minute."

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

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

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

You scuff.

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

"That's not what I meant."

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

"I worded this wrong."

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

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

Without thinking you texted Kylian.

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

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

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

You knock on his door.

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

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

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

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

"Can we talk?" He asked.

You nod, blinking the tears away.

"Yes, go ahead."

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

"No, go ahead."

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

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

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

"Well."

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

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

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

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

"No, I'm not pausing."

"Okay, just, please let me finish."

"Save your apologies." You say.

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

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

The burning sensation was consuming you.

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

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

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

His eyes are shining with tears.

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

"It's not about that, Kylian."

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

You shake your head. Tears rolling down.

"I want you to let me go."

"No. Everything but that."

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

He hugs you, crying on your shoulder.

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

You only caress his back. Letting him cry.

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

"Kylian. Please let me go."

He hugs you tighter. "Please, no."

"Baby, please."

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

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

You shake your head. You can't.

"Don't do this to me."

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

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

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

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

"How much?"

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

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

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

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

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

He hugs you again.

It wasn't a goodbye.

But it hurt like it was.

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

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

"Y/n" he calls.

You turn around.

"I love you."

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

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jkkyks · 4 months

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Kylian saying Bonne Chance <good luck> to the keeper before he scores the penalty is CRAZY😭

I LOVE HIM!!!!!!

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brideofmbappe · 8 months

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Lace and Lens || Kylian Mbappé

Kylian Mbappé x reader

As the soft glow of the moonlight seeped through the curtains, you found yourself in the cozy cocoon of Kylian's arms. The night had been filled with laughter, shared secrets, and a delicious dinner. Now, you both lay in your shared bedroom, a sanctuary of comfort and love.

In the dimly lit room, you couldn't help but feel a tingling excitement bubbling inside you. You turned to Kylian, your heart racing. "Kylian, I have something for you," you whispered, reaching over to your nightstand.

Kylian, his eyes filled with curiosity, propped himself up on one elbow. "What is it, mon amour?"

With a sly grin, you pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift box. "Close your eyes," you instructed, handing it to him. He chuckled and obediently shut his eyes.

You took a deep breath, your anticipation building, and then carefully placed the box in his hands. "You can open them now," you whispered.

Kylian's eyes fluttered open, revealing a look of surprise and delight as he gazed at the lingerie set nestled inside. The fabric was soft, adorned with delicate lace . You knew he would appreciate it.

"Wow," Kylian breathed, his fingers gently tracing the lace. "These are stunning, love. Did you get them for me, or...?" he trailed off, a playful glint in his eyes.

You chuckled. "Well, they're for both of us. I thought we could have a night in, just the two of us."

His smile widened as he leaned over to plant a soft kiss on your lips. "Fuck you're amazing, you know that?"

With a blush creeping up your cheeks, you replied with a giggle.

Kylian's fingers lingered on the lace, and he couldn't resist running them along the intricate patterns. "I can't wait to see you in these," he murmured, his voice heavy with desire.

The atmosphere in the room became electric as you stood up and began to undress. Kylian watched with rapt attention, his gaze fixed on you as you moved. When you were finally dressed, you turned to him, feeling a mixture of excitement and vulnerability.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you. "Mon dieu, you look so sexy," he exclaimed, his voice low and husky.

You grinned, your confidence growing. "Well, I did buy these for you, after all. What do you think?"

Kylian's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I think it's so sexy on you." He reached for his camera on the nightstand and held it up. "Would you mind if I took a few pictures baby?"

You blushed furiously but nodded. "Sure, but no posting them anywhere!"

He chuckled. "Don't worry, these are just for us."

As Kylian snapped pictures of you in the lingerie, he couldn't resist giving you playful instructions. "Turn around slowly," he suggested, "and give me your best pose."

You complied, feeling a little self-conscious but also exhilarated by his attention. "Like this?"

Kylian grinned, clicking away. "Perfect! Now, flip your hair over your shoulder and give me a sultry look."

You laughed, tossing your hair and trying to look as alluring as possible. Kylian continued to snap photos, his admiration evident in every shot.

author's note: feel free to request 😊

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Mbappé Smut where it’s your first time without a condom breeding kink

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 { 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 }

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1.8k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: This is only my second time ever writing NSFW content so I hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!! Thank you so much for requesting!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, its nearing the end of the semester for college so please be mindful of that c’: Thanks lovelies mwah ♥

Kylian looks down at you as you hungrily stare up at him and asks, "Like what you see?, " with a smirk on his face. Kylian had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. You were walking towards the bathroom but halted in your tracks as you encountered your boyfriend.

You couldn't help but look at your boyfriend without a shirt on, your gaze tracing over his abs and down to his v-line. "Of course I do, how could I not?" you say as you place your hand on his chest, moving your hands up and down till you begin to mess with the top of his towel. As you let your hands explore his body, he presses his lips against yours. He bites your lower lip once your fingers start playing with the towel since he realizes you are teasing him. You moan against his lips as the pain and pleasure of kissing him combine. Your hands are raised above your head as he grabs both of them, grabbing your wrist with one hand. He starts to walk forward, and you have no choice but to step backwards as he says, "Looks like someone is very eager tonight.." The bed frame strikes your calf after a few meters, forcing you to halt moving backwards. After releasing his hold on your wrist, he starts kissing you again while undoing your bra with his hands. As you typically sleep in your undergarments and shorts, it is not unusual that you are only wearing those items. He throws your bra to the floor and gropes your breast, delicately massaging them and pinching your nipples. He groans against your lips as he explores every inch of your mouth with his tongue. When gently lowering you into the bed, he pulls himself away. "Damn Y/N you are so sexy," he takes the hem of your shorts and pulls them down, tossing them to the ground.

He opens up your legs and kisses the portion of your thigh closest to your panties while teasing you just like you had done to him earlier. You whine, "Kyliann stoppp," which prompts him to kiss you on top of your underwear, just above your slit. "Naughty girl, you have been waiting for me and you are already so wet for me." He smirks at you and then turns to gaze at your underwear. Not willing to take off the cloth just yet, he starts to flick his tongue up and down your slit through your panties. In an effort to get him to press harder into your pleading cunt, you buck your hips. He keeps going for a few minutes longer, letting his tongue creep painfully slowly up your slit before sucking on your clit. You were a moaning, begging mess, pleading with him to give you what you wanted. His resistance finally gives way, and he slides your underwear to the side and presses his mouth against your soaking slit. Your thighs shake against his head as you groan out, his mouth ravenously devours you.

As he sucks on your clit, he brings up two fingers and rubs them up and down your slit to lube them up before inserting his fingers deep inside of you. You arch your back, moaning his name loudly. He groans against your clit, the vibration adding more pleasure. He kisses your clit once more before lifting himself up so he can kiss your neck. His fingers continue to work in and out of your, curling his fingers inside of you as he sucks your neck wanting to leave a hickey.

“Kylian, please,” You whimper against his ear. He curls his fingers once more, using his thumb to rub your clit at the same time. “Tell me, what do you want?,” he questions in a seductive tone, using his left hand to balance himself as he looks down into your eyes. Your face flusters as heavy pants escape your lips, “ Kylian…. I want you.”

Kylians eyes are filled with desire, love, and most of all; lust. He takes his fingers out of you, his eyes continuing to stare into yours as he raises his fingers and licks them clean. You pant softly as your eyes watch him, lost for words. You then wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you. You kiss him hungrily as he moves shuffles to take off his boxers. Your lips stay against his as you feel his hard member slap against your lower stomach. You widen your legs more for him as you moan against his lips, feeling ecstatic that you are about to receive what you have been yearning for. You bite his bottom lip as you feel him rub his member up and down your slit, wanting to lube it up as much as possible. Without wasting any more minutes, he knew you were ready for him. He adjusts himself to your entrance as you two make out sloppingly, and slams himself into you. You gasp loudly from the feeling, arching your back against his body as he begins to thrust in and out of you. This is the first time you two are doing it without a condom, and being able to feel his skin rather than the rubber texture added more pleasure to it. You are able to feel just how hard he is, allowing the pleasure to increase from his fast pace that you crave. Kylians cock fills you up with ease, due to his large nature, and you loved every single feeling of it. You could tell the feeling was mutual due to the way his jaw was clenching and the groans that would occasionally escape his lips. His right hand is against the bed to help him stay up as his left hand grips your thigh, allowing him to hold onto you as he continues his thrusting. You look down, seeing his abs tense up and his dick moving in and out of you. The sight alone almost made you cum. Kylian continues on with his thrust for a few more minutes, you and him both being a moaning mess, before he pulls out of you. He pants as he slaps your thigh, “Get on all fours,” he says demandingly wanting to put you into the doggy style position. You tremble as you get up from your back, turning around doing as told. Between him eating you out, fingering you, and now thrusting into you- you knew it wouldn't be long before you would cum. You arch your back with your face down, your cheek pressed against the bed sheets. Kylian does not move, admiring the view of your glistening wet pussy that is begging for his cock to be inside of you. He gets on his knees and grabs his member, pushing just the tip inside of you before grabbing your hips and pulling you back to him while he thrust inside of you.

The doggy style has always been your weakness when it comes to sex positions, it's just something about that position that makes it feel as if he is hitting deeper than ever. Only after him continuously thrusting inside of you for a minute, did your body begin to tremble,” Ky-Kylian Im c-close!” You moan loudly as he slaps your ass, continuing to pound your cunt. He groans, “I am too,” and you begin to feel his thrust begin to get a bit sloppy. He begins to thrust slower, but making sure to go deep each time causing you to cry out. “Let me continue to hear that pretty voice of yours… You want all of me inside you, don't you?,” He begins to quicken his pace, “You want to get pregnant, don't you princess?,” Kylian cues as he throws his head back, groaning loudly. Kylian has always wanted children, and you and him have discussed this before. You two plan on having children in the future, but the thought of you being pregnant with his children always turned him on.. Knowing that the reason why a life force is growing inside of you is because of his cum filling you to the brim. You'd look so beautiful as his pregnant soon-to-be-wife, and the thought only made him want to ravish you more.

You continue to moan, “Y-Yes Kylian please! Please give me all of you!,” you grip the sheets tightly,” I want to feel your warm cum feel me up! I'm all yours, show me who owns me, impregnate me,” you continued to spill out words, not even clearly knowing what you are saying at this point from the euphoric feeling. Kylian moves his hips faster causing his thrust to become harder, causing you to scream his name loudly- not being able to give him a warning and beginning to have an intense orgasm. You are gasping as your thighs begin to shake violently, your pussy squeezing tightly against Kylians cock. He winces from the painful, yet pleasurable feeling before groaning loudly.

He grabs onto your hips tightly, doing two short quick thrust before cumming inside of you. He thrusts lightly as he feels the cum shoot out of him, “Take it all in, don't let any drip out,” he says with grit teeth. You moan from the feeling, your legs continuing to tremble. Feeling his cum inside of you as well as you already feeling a ‘high’ from your orgasm, you could almost cry from the pleasure. Once Kylian feels as if he is done, he pants heavily and pulls his cock out of you. He watches as his cum with a mixture of yours oozes out of you, feeling turned on once more from the view. He is now too tired, so of course he was not going to continue again. He collapses beside you, causing you to do the same. As you pant, you turn around so you can lay on your back. Kylian grabs your head, turning it to his direction so he can plant a small kiss on your lips, “I love you so much.” You kiss him back and smile, “I love you most handsome.” Kylian sits up, knowing he needs to take care of you and your sore legs,”I'll start the bath so we can bathe together. No more funny business though I promise.” He chuckles as you nod your head. He got up from the bed, slipping his boxers back on and made his way into the bathroom.

As you watched him walk away, all you could think about was how this was the first time you two did not use a condom and how amazing it felt to be skin to skin. You couldn't believe Kylian came so much inside of you, and even though he said no more funny business, you couldn't help but want to feel him cum deep inside of you again. You loved the warm feeling in your abdomen followed by the pleasure he gave you.

I mean……one more time won't hurt……

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