MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

Warnings!  Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+). There are a few chapters that mention sexual themes but I will give a warning before every chapter.

PAIRING: Kylian Mbappé x female photographer reader

Word Count: 90K

Note: I am new to my Kylian era and I love it😍This is my first fanfic so please be gentle with me 😘

Yours Truly, Bianca🌻

Summary:  Maila Moreno has not had much luck in the love department. Being twenty-one, she has yet to fall in love, and after her last relationship, she's not sure if she ever can. In comes, Kylian Mbappé, a charming and talented soccer player who captures Maila's attention. Intrigued by his genuine kindness and charismatic personality, Maila finds herself drawn to Kylian in a way she has never experienced before, wondering if he could be the one to break her streak of bad luck in love. 

Will their love withstand the trials they face in the bustling metropolis of Madrid? Or will their differences ultimately tear them apart? Only time will tell.

Series: Forever my heart

Prologue

Un

Deux

Trois

Quatre

Cinq

Six

Sept

Huit

Neuf

Dix

hi could you do kylian mbappe x reader smut and he gets too rough and she uses the safe word and it’s extreme aftercare.

Safeword

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kylian gets a little rough and you use your safeword

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriend!Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.7k

Warnings! NSFW! slight smut, ANGST, unprotected vaginal sex, fluff, soft Kylian, use of a safeword, rough sex, sad Kylian, sad reader

The night started off well.

You and Kylian were home alone. It was raining outside and neither of you had anywhere to be. So you decided to watch a movie in the living. You were cuddled up, sitting between his legs as he hugged you from behind. It was the coziest you've ever been in a while and you were enjoying the movie.

It started with soft kisses being placed on your shoulder, then your neck. Then his hand started moving south before burying itself under your shirt. His hand traveled up and down your stomach, reaching your waistband before traveling lower. You felt a soft moan escape from you.

The movie was long forgotten. You had your head leaned back on his shoulder with your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you. Then, you felt his hand move away from you.

Before you knew it, you were being lifted up by Kylian and brought to the bedroom.

That's where you were now, moaning at the top of your lungs as he slammed into you from behind. You were bent over the bed with him behind you. One of his hands was on your hip while the other was wrapped around your body, holding you close to him.

He was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how much he loved you and how good you felt. You were moaning and crying out his name as he continued to slam into you.

It was amazing until it wasn't.

He began to get rougher, slamming into you harder and harder. He was hitting that special spot that drove you wild. But he was holding you too tight and his hand was gripping your hip a bit too hard.

You tried to speak up, you really did. But nothing came out. He was going too fast and you were too caught up in the feeling of him inside you.

So, you tried to tap his hand on your hip with your own hand, trying to signal for him to slow down. Like you practice. You managed to tap it once before he took your hand in his and pulled it behind you back.

That’s when you panicked.

He was holding your arms behind your back and his grip on your hip was becoming tighter and tighter. His thrusts became rougher and you could feel a tear slipping down your cheek.

"Kylian… stop." Your words were quiet. Too quiet for him to hear you. So you tried again, this time louder. "Kylian, Red."

He immediately stopped moving. The hands on your hips loosened and you could breathe again. He was still holding your arms behind you back though. He pulled out of you and spun you around. Your arms fell to your sides as he grabbed your face and held you close.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't know… I'm so sorry."

You could tell he was sincere. The panic in his eyes gave it away.

"It's okay. I just need a break," you said quietly.

His eyes softened and he nodded. "Okay, anything you want."

It was quiet after that, besides the sound of your heavy breathing and Kylian softly muttering appologies as he softly kissed your shoulder. You were still shaking a little from the adrenaline, but it was slowly going away.

You were starting to relax until he spoke up again.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" His voice was laced with worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied quietly.

Kylian's grip on you tightened, causing you to let out a soft noise of discomfort. He immediately loosened his hold and stepped away from you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He looked away from you, his shoulders slumping and his hands rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I just… I just wanted you so bad."

He looked so defeated and guilty that you had to hug him. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. He let out a sigh before holding you back. Scared to hurt you again. He was kicking himself right now. He had always promised to protect, make you feel safe. And today, he failed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into your ear. "I should have been more careful."

"It's okay, Kylian. It's not your fault." You knew he would beat himself up over this and you didn't want him to. You hated when seeing him like this. You knew he would never hurt you and had already forgiven him. But you could tell he was giving himself hell.

"yes it is! I should have noticed! I'm so sorry…" His voice was filled with so much pain that you didn't know what to do. He was beating himself up over this.

"I know, baby." You pulled away and looked him in the eye. "And I'm sorry too."

He looked at you like you were crazy. "No, you don't have anything to be sorry about."

"Yes I do," you said quietly. "I should have spoken up sooner. I know I didn't speak up, but you were going too fast and I couldn't get a word out. Then I tapped your hand like we practiced and you didn't see it."

That was another reason for Kylian beating himself up. You had tapped his hand to signal him to slow down. But he was too caught up in the feeling to notice it. So he didn't stop until you said your safe word. Something that should never happened. He always told himself you would never have to use it with him. He failed.

You could see the guilt written on his face. He looked away from you before walking to the other side of the bed. You followed him and sat next to him. He was still looking away from you, staring at a wall with his hands in his lap.

You knew he was thinking about what happened and how he could have avoided it. You didn't want him to be like that. You knew he would do anything to make you feel safe and good.

"Kylian, look at me." Your voice was soft but stern. He looked up at you, his eyes red from unshed tears. "I love you," you said gently, holding his face in your hands. "I know you're beating yourself up over this, but please don't. I know you would never hurt me and I know you love me."

He looked away from you again, trying to hide the tears in his eyes. But you could see them. You leaned into him, laying your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him. He let out a small sob before holding you back. He was crying now. You didn't know what to do but you knew he needed you right now. He needed to be held and loved. So that's what you did. You held him until the tears stopped.

When they did, he pulled away from you and looked you in the eye. His eyes were red and wet but he looked better.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. You shouldn't be comforting me right now. I should be taking care of you." His voice was still cracking and you could tell he was still beating himself up. "Let me get you a blanket and some water. Then I'll bring you your pajamas."

He didn't give you a chance to say no before getting up and walking out of the bedroom. You let him go, knowing he needed to take care of you right now.

It wasn't long before he returned with a blanket and water in his hands. He walked into the bathroom and returned with a towel. You didn't know what it was for until he gently asked you to open your legs.

He gently wiped you up and cleaned your legs being as careful as he could not to irritate your red vagina. He winced at the sight feeling even worst at how red and puffy you looked. He finished wiping you up and then held you to him, still apologizing and begging for your forgiveness. He was determined to make it right.

When he finally calmed down a bit, he ran into the bathroom not making a sound until you heard water running. You sat on the bed with your knees to your chest, trying to peak at what he was doing.

But he caught you peeking.

"No you don't," he said sternly. "You stay on the bed."

He returned with a hot towel. He held it out for you and you took it. It felt so good on your vagina. It was soothing and warm. He sat next to you and held you close, letting you lay your head on his shoulder.

The water was running for a while before Kylian got up. He returned with a larger towel. You didn't know what it was for until he spoke up. "Come on, baby. Let's get you in the bath." He held his hand out for you.

You took his hand and let him wrap you in the towel before he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom. You couldn't help the soft moan that slipped from you as he sat you down in the hot bath. The hot water felt so good. He sat on the edge of the tub and held your hand as he apologized again and again.

"Do you want me to leave? I don't want to upset you," he asked, his eyes filled with worry.

"No, I want you to stay. I want you to be with me." He nodded and held your hand tighter.

The bath was silent, besides the sound of the water and occasional apologies from Kylian. It wasn't uncomfortable though. You enjoyed his company and you knew he needed this. When the water started getting cold, Kylian got up and drained the tub. He helped you out of the tub and dried you off. Then he carefully dressed you in the pajamas he had brought for you.

He carried you back to the bed and laid you down. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of the blanket on your skin. He climbed into bed with you and pulled the blanket over you both before holding you close.

"I'm so sorry again, baby," he whispered in your ear. "I love you."

"I know, I love you too." You replied, already half asleep. He held you until you fell asleep.

-Bianca🌻

Heyy could you do a Kylian Mbappé Imagine where they have a argument and don't talk to each other for a few days but with a happy ending?

Together, Always

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kylian has been neglecting you for a while and you've finally had enough.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriend!Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.7k

Warnings! ANGST, relationship problems, fighting, arguments, fluff, soft Kylian, sad Kylian, sad reader

It's been three days.

Three days since you've seen him. Three days since you had last talked. And three days since the huge argument that had resulted in you storming out of the flat, leaving him behind in a flurry of angry tears and broken promises.

You had never really argued with him before, not like this at least. You've had plenty of disagreements before, of course, but they were always just silly little things. This was different, this was about the heart of your relationship and the future of your life together.

When you had first met Kylian, back when he was still playing for Monaco, he had been so into you. He would call you up every day, take you out on romantic dates and hold your hand everywhere. And then he had signed with PSG and everything had changed. He had been too busy to go out on dates, too busy to spend time with you, too busy to do anything other than play football and go home.

And that had been okay for a while, you'd understood. You'd been happy to support him in his career, even if it meant that you didn't get as much time together. You'd tell yourself that it would be worth it in the long run, when he'd get more time off and you could spend it together. But it never happened, he just kept training and playing and going away on tours with the team, and you were been left behind.

You'd tried talking to him, you'd tried being understanding and supportive. But it just felt like he wasn't hearing you, like he was just humouring you until he could get back to his game. And eventually you'd snapped.

You stand in the living room, arms crossed, voice tight with frustration. "I don't understand why you can't see my point of view, Kylian."

Kylian, pacing back and forth, runs a hand down his face. "It's not that I don't see it. I just think you're overreacting. It was just one night out with the guys."

You shake your head, feeling disappointment again. You were so tired. Tired of being the only one to fight for this relationship. Tired of being the only one who cared. "It's not just about the night out. It's about every night. You said we would spend more time together, but you're always busy. I barely see you."

Kylian stops pacing, his eyes meeting yours, swimming in guilt. "I'm doing my best, but my career demands a lot. You knew this when we got together."

"That doesn't mean I should always come second," you reply, voice cracking slightly. "I just want to feel important to you."

He sighs, stepping closer but not reaching out. "You are important to me. But this is my dream, and it's not something I can just put on hold."

Your heart aches, and the room feels suffocating. "You know what, I think I'll stay at Sophie's place for a few days." You knew you shouldn't do this. Run away. You should talk about it. Get him to understand. But right now the room felt too small, he was too close, and you felt like you couldn't breathe.

So you're running.

Kylian frowns, reaching out to you, but you take a step back. "Baby, come on, don't do that. We can work through this."

You look up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. "No, we can't. You don't want to."

You'd never seen him look so crestfallen. And you'd never felt so brokenhearted. But you'd done what you had to do. You'd needed space, needed to think and figure out if you even wanted to continue in this relationship. You knew without a doubt you still love him. Just as much as the first time you said it, if not more. But did he.

With the way he's been acting lately, you weren't so sure.

It feels like you're fighting a losing battle. And that was why you needed to take a step back, and try and figure out what you should do. Even if it felt like your heart was breaking.

He doesn't say another word as you make your way to the bedroom, nothing as you pack up your suitcase, nothing as you grab your car keys.

He doesn't say anything.

He just stands there, arms crossed, looking utterly defeated. You pause for a moment, feeling your resolve slip slightly. But you remind yourself why you're doing this, why you need to do this, and you turn and walk out the door. Closing it firmly behind you.

*********

The days since then had been quiet.

You've barely slept or eaten, and your mind had been a jumbled mess of conflicting thoughts. you can't help but wonder what he's doing. Is he still training? Is he missing you? Is he thinking about you? Do you even matter to him?

You push the thoughts away as best you can, trying to piece everything together, and get yourself under control. And you realised, you had no idea what to do. You wanted Kylian, you loved him so much. But he made it so hard for you to stay, to continue loving him.

You wanted him to be there for you, to care for you, to love you in return. But he made it so hard to feel like you were a priority.

It feels like you're in a nightmare.

How does someone get over the love of their life? Did you even want to.

Kylian is also trying to deal with the absence, though he is hiding his feelings well. He immerses himself in the matches and the training, hoping it will distract him from the void left by your departure. But it doesn't. Your absence is like a gaping hole in his life that he can't seem to fill, no matter how hard he tries.

The time without you feels like a lifetime, and it's the longest time you've been apart since you met. It's been a while since he's felt this lonely , this empty. He misses the way you always made him feel. The way you made him laugh, the way you made him feel so alive.

But more than anything, he misses the warmth of your touch. The softness of your skin. The way he could bury himself in your neck and feel safe. The way you could make everything seem alright. The way you could make all his problems disappear.

And now that's been taken away.

He misses it all so much, it physically hurts. His stomach twists with guilt and regret and longing. He wants you back, he needs you back. He hates that you're gone. Hates that he doesn't get to wake up beside you and fall asleep in your arms.

But he knows why you left, he can't blame you. He's been awful. He's been so focused on the football, on making it to the top, he hasn't made any effort with you. And it's not fair.

You deserve more than he's been giving you. And he wants to change that. Wants to be better for you, wants to try harder.

He wants to make things right. To make it up to you. And he will.

As much as he hates you being away, he knows it's for the best. You need the space and time to figure things out. And he needs to figure it out for himself too. Needs to learn how to be better for you.

He hopes that you'll forgive him, that you'll take him back and that you'll be willing to give him another chance. Because he wants one. He wants to prove himself to you.

*********

It's late evening when you receive his text. The first one in three days.

Your phone buzzes with the message, and your heart skips a beat. You take a deep breath, before opening the text app, and reading his message.

“Hey. I miss you.”

You let out a small gasp, feeling a lump form in your throat. It's such a simple message, but it feels like the most precious thing in the world. Your hands shake slightly as you type out a response.

“I miss you too.”

He sends another text immediately after.

“I'm sorry.”

You swallow hard, your heart jumping slightly at the message. It's the first time he's said it. The first time he's apologised. It's not enough. You want more. You want to feel wanted. You want to tell you that you're his priority.

“I know,” you reply, deciding not to make the first move until he does. You want him groveling for your forgiveness.

There's another pause before he sends another text.

“Do you want to come over? Talk things through?”

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if this is the right time. Wondering if you're ready to go back. To see him. But you need to know where you stand with him. Need to know if there's any hope for your relationship. And maybe, maybe it's time for you to be a bit softer. To make things easier for him. To let him show you he cares.

“Okay.”

You watch the three dots appear as he types out a message, before disappearing.

“See you soon.”

Three little words but they make your heart soar. You let out a deep breath, your nerves fluttering in your belly. You've never felt so anxious before. So unsure of the future.

What happens next? Do you stay together, or do you break up. Do you forgive him, or do you move on?

The answer lies with Kylian.

You can't help but wonder what he's going to say, what he's going to do. You're desperate for him to tell you that you're his priority. That he needs you. That he wants to try. That he regrets letting you go.

You want to hear that you're his everything.

And you want him to show it to you. Want him to prove it. Want him to be there for you. To support you. To love you. You hope that he does. Hope that he means it when he says he's sorry. Hope that he's ready to make amends.

Hope that he's ready to try.

You pull up to the flat, your stomach filled with butterflies. You haven't seen him in three days, and you're so nervous. But you know you have to do this. You check yourself in the mirror, making sure you're perfect, and then get out of the car.

The elevator is slow, but you're grateful for it. You need the time to prepare yourself. You take deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

You're ready for this. Ready for anything.

When you step out of the elevator, he's already standing in front of the door. You feel your breath hitch as you see him. He looks different than he did last time. His eyes are red and his skin is paler. He looks tired.

He looks like hell.

You feel the urge to run to him, to jump into his arms and never let go. But you hold yourself back, waiting for him to make the first move.

He steps forward, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

The conversation feels strained, the air thick with emotion. You both know what's at stake, and you're both scared. You're scared of losing him. And he's scared of losing you.

He steps closer towards you, and you step back slightly. He pauses, looking at you sadly. “Do you want to come in?”

You nod, following him into the apartment. Your heart pounds in your ears, and your stomach twists with anxiety. You've never felt this nervous before. This scared. But you know you have to do this. You have to talk.

The living room feels small and empty, devoid of life. It feels like a tomb, and you want to run from it. Run from the tension and the pain that hangs in the air. But you know you can't. Not yet.

Kylian gestures for you to sit down, but you shake your head. “No, I'll stand.” Just in case you need to run again.

He nods, stading at a safe distance from you. “So…” he starts. “I don't know where to start.”

You take a deep breath, knowing that this is it. This is the moment you've been waiting for. “Just say whatever you need to say.”

He nods, running a hand down his face, stepping closer to you. “Okay.” He pauses for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. “First of all, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you. Sorry that I haven't been making enough effort. I know I've been focusing on my career, and I shouldn't have let it come between us. But it's not because I don't want to be with you. You're everything to me. You're my priority.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, feeling a lump form in your throat. It's everything you've ever wanted to hear. Everything you've ever dreamed of. But you can't let him off so easily. You have to make him work for it. “How do I know you'll follow through on that? How do I know you'll actually make an effort?”

He smiles sadly at you, reaching out to grab your hands, thumbs caressing the back of them. “I don't expect you to trust me immediately. I've let you down before, and I don't expect you to forget that. But I'll prove it to you, I promise. I'll do everything I can to show you that I want this. That I want us.”

You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your heart softening slightly. You want to believe him, you really do. But you're scared. Scared that he's just saying this to get you back. Scared that he doesn't mean it.

You look up at him, your voice breaking. “I want it too. But I need to know it's real.”

He steps closer, pulling you into his arms. “It is.”

You feel yourself melt against him, your heart beating rapidly. It feels good to be in his arms again. Too good. He holds you close, stroking your hair and back. “I love you.”

You feel tears roll down your cheeks, and you let out a small sob. “I love you too.” You sniffle slightly, looking up at him. He smiles softly at you, cupping your face. You smile back at him. Maybe this will work after all. Maybe he'll actually try. “I missed you,” you admit.

He pulls you closer, kissing your forehead. “I missed you too.”

You stand there for a moment, holding each other tightly. Feeling the love between you. And you know that this isn't over. This is just the beginning.

“Baby, I'm sorry." He apologizes again. "I was selfish and I didn't realize how much my behavior was hurting you. You deserve better than that. These past few days without you were horrible. I don't ever want to experience that again.”

You feel your chest tighten slightly at his words, and you pull back slightly to look up at him. “I do. But I know that you're busy, and that your career is important. It's just hard sometimes when you don't seem to have any time for me.” You smile sadly at him, cupping his face. " And I'm sorry too. I should have communicated my feelings sooner. I was so caught up in being hurt, I forgot to let you in.”

He nods, eyes soft and full of love as he looks down at you. “I promise I'll be the man worth your love. Just promise me if you feel bad you'll tell me right away.”

You nod in agreement, leaning up to kiss him. "I love you." you whisper against his lips.

"I love you too. " He pulls you back into his arms, and you know that things are going to be okay. You'll still fight, you'll still struggle. But it'll be together. And that's all that matters. You lean your head against his chest, holding him tightly. Knowing that this is where you belong.

In his arms. With him. Forever.

You seal your promise with a kiss and know that no matter what comes next, you're ready for it. As long as you're together.

-Bianca🌻

Hello! Hope you're doing great 💅🏽

Can I request headcanon or a scenario(whatever you like) or Haaland dating a famous fem!volleyballplayer!reader ?

(I suck at sending requests 🥰😍)

Ty! <3

Reconnecting

Masterlist

A/N: Wrote this quickly because I'm working on a lot of requests at the moment. Hope you like it😊

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Haaland surprises you at your game

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Erling Haaland x fem!volleyballplayer!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.8k

Warnings! Fluffity Fluff, surprise, this man loves you fr, Love bombs, SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms.

He could feel the stares and see himself on the jumbotron. He was impossible to miss, towering above most of the people and wearing a bright jersey in your team's colors. But he didn't care. This wasn't about him.

Instead, he adjusted the handmade banner in his hands, the bright letters of "GO Y/N!" standing out boldly against the white fabric, and did what he came here to do: support his girl.

He was so proud of you.

This was your first match after recovering from your ankle injury. Seeing you struggle over the past few weeks had broken his heart, and he was thrilled to see you back on the court. He knew how much volleyball meant to you, just as soccer did to him.

He had an important training session scheduled but canceled it without telling you. Instead, he decided to surprise you.

It was hard to keep from telling you the truth this morning, especially when he saw your tears as you said goodbye. But he wanted to stick to the plan.

He had flowers ready, a dinner reservation later, and plans to make up for lost time. With the UEFA Cup games approaching, he’d been busy, and it was straining your relationship. Tonight was about making it up to you. He was here to surprise you, cheer you on, and celebrate your victory, which he was confident you would achieve.

The game was intense, with your team battling fiercely against its rivals. Normally reserved, Erling found himself standing, shouting encouragements. "Come on, baby! You got this!" His deep voice boomed across the stands. People turned, some pointing out the football superstar, but his eyes remained glued to the court.

The crowd couldn’t believe it. Erling Haaland, “The Terminator,” was there, dressed in pink, holding a huge sign with your name. Passionately supporting his girlfriend.

During a crucial rally, the camera zoomed in on him, his focused expression displayed on the jumbotron. He waved the banner enthusiastically, earning cheers and laughter from the crowd.

He was so in love with you. Everyone could tell.

You had been dating for a year and went public a month ago. So far, his fans adored you, and were very thankful to you for showing them a side of him they hadn’t known. You made the world fall in love with him through your eyes.

As you prepared to serve, you glanced at the screen, eyes widening in surprise and delight. There he was, looking almost ethereal in his pink shirt, the sunlight catching his features perfectly.

You lost focus for a second, your heart swelling with pride. The love of your life, your biggest supporter, was there. As you made eye contact, he flashed you a bright smile and a thumbs up, mouthing, "You've got this!" before disappearing from view.

With renewed determination, you served the ball with precision, earning a point for your team and a proud smile from Erling. Fueled by his presence, you dominated the court, leading your team with powerful serves and precise plays, as if he were sending you his strength from the sidelines.

Point by point, the game progressed, each rally more intense than the last. Erling cheered louder with every score, waving his banner with unrestrained enthusiasm. The crowd around him feeding off his energy, joining his chants and cheers. They could not believing that this was the same guy who would always get into fights on the field.

Finally, match point. The ball soared over the net, and you leaped high, smashing it down with impeccable force. The opposing team scrambled but couldn’t save it. The whistle blew, and the arena erupted in celebration.

Erling was on his feet, banner held high, cheering louder than anyone. You were lifted onto your teammates' shoulders, basking in the glory of victory as Erling's proud smile shone from the stands. "I love you," he mouthed, making a heart shape with his hands.

High on adrenaline and eager to be in his arms, you waved him over. He didn't waste a second, sprinting down the stairs and pushing through the crowd to reach you.

The moment he was within reach, you threw your arms around him, and he lifted you off the ground in a celebratory hug. "You were amazing!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pride.

You laughed, your face glowing with happiness. "I can’t believe you’re here! You said you had training!"

Erling grinned, setting you down gently, hands itching to squeeze your ass. "I wouldn’t miss this for the world. You were incredible out there."

"Thank you for coming," you said softly, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Always," Erling replied, brushing a stray hair from your face. "I'm your biggest fan, after all."

Then, under the stadium lights, he kissed you. The crowd roared with applause as you melted into his embrace, lost in your own world.

You broke apart a few seconds later, after a rough accidental shove by your rowdy teammates. Erling immediately lifted you up and carried you away to a more secluded area, shielding you from everyone.

He carried you effortlessly through the throng of people, his protective grip firm yet gentle. As the noise of the arena faded behind you, he found a quiet corner near the locker rooms, a place where you could have a moment of privacy.

Setting you down carefully, he cupped your face in his large hands, eyes scanning yours with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he kneeled in front of you.

You nodded, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "I'm perfect. That was just... Incredible." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, just needing some skin-on-skin contact. You've missed him so much.

"You were incredible," he corrected, a proud smile spreading across his face. "I knew you'd do it."

You leaned into his touch, feeling the weight of the past few weeks lift off your shoulders. "It meant so much to see you there. I can't believe you skipped training for me."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Training can wait. You’re what's important." He pulled you into another hug, nudging his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I missed you."

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling. "I missed you too. It’s been hard with everything going on, but seeing you there today was everything I needed."

He pulled back slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "I know I’ve been busy, and I’m sorry if it felt like I wasn’t there for you. But I promise, no matter what, I’ll always be here to support you. Just like you do for me."

Your heart melted as you nodded at his words, placing a quick peck on his lips. "I know. And I’m here for you too. Always."

He smiled—that bright, boyish grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. "Now, how about we celebrate this victory properly? Flowers, dinner, and maybe a little dessert?" He whispered the last part, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lower lip.

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. "That sounds perfect." He pecked your lips again, this time longer, before showering your face and neck with kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.

"Ok! ok, stop! I surrender," you said between laughs, feeling him smile against your neck. "I love you," he whispered against your skin, making your heart flutter.

"I love you too," you replied. Then he kissed you again, this time with more passion and intensity, as if trying to convey all his love through that one kiss. Very quickly, he started to get handsy, his touch lighting your skin on fire.

He deepened the kiss, squeezing your hips before pulling away slightly., leaving you breathless and craving more. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you," you whimpered, your voice just as breathless and your eyes dark with passion.

He groaned softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "We should get out of here before we start a scandal."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Probably a good idea."

Hand in hand, you made your way to the locker rooms, where you quickly changed out of your uniform. Erling waited outside, leaning against the wall, still wearing that proud, loving smile. As you emerged, he took your hand again, squeezing it gently.

"Ready?" he asked.

"More than ever," you replied, feeling a surge of arousal flood your panties, excited for the evening ahead. Damn, you missed him. Oh, and Erling too.😉

You both made your way to his car, where he opened the door for you, ever the gentleman. The drive to the restaurant was filled with laughter and conversation, the tension and stress of the past few weeks melting away. He parked the car and helped you out, leading you into a cozy, dimly lit restaurant that had a private table waiting for you.

As you settled into your seats, you took a moment to absorb the ambiance. Soft music played in the background, and the flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on Erling's face. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his.

"You look beautiful," he said, his eyes raking over your figure, pure lust dripping in his tone.

"Thank you," you replied, feeling your cheeks flush.

Dinner was perfect. The food was delicious, and the conversation flowed easily. You talked about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company in a way that felt effortless and natural.

Erling told you stories from his training sessions and shared his excitement for the upcoming UEFA Cup games.

"You'll be amazing," you said, your voice filled with confidence. "Just like you always are."

He smiled, the slight dimple on his check deepening. "And you'll be there to cheer me on, right?"

"Of course," you replied, squeezing his hand. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

As dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate mousse that you both shared—you couldn't help but smile at how perfect the night had been. The weeks of stress and separation seemed like a distant memory, replaced by nothing but the pure happiness you were feeling.

After dinner, Erling drove you back to his place. The anticipation of being alone with him after such a long time apart had you clenching your thighs together. The moment you stepped inside, he pulled you into his arms, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless.

"I've missed you so much," he murmured against your lips, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that matched your own.

"I've missed you too," you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you clung to him, feeling the heat between you build up.

He lifted you effortlessly, palms squeezing your ass as he carried you to the bedroom, where he laid you down gently on the bed. The look in his eyes was one of pure desire as he leaned over you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"I've missed this," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he started to kiss his way down your neck.

"I've missed you too," you said, your voice low and husky as you arched your back, giving him better access to your exposed skin.

Erling moaned and continued his journey, his lips burning a trail of heat over your skin as he slowly undressed you. Every touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel your need for him growing stronger by the second. When he reached your breasts, he paused, his gaze flicking up to yours as his fingers traced circles around your nipples. Silently asking for permission.

You loved that about him—the way he always made sure you were comfortable and wanted every step of the way.

You bit your lip and nodded, letting him know that he could continue. As soon as you gave the okay, he was on you, his mouth closing around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to tease the other one with his fingers.

You gasped and arched your back again, your hands burying themselves in his hair as he switched to your other breast. You were already so close to coming, and you knew it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge. It's been so long. Your legs wrapped around his hips, grinding against him as he continued to worship your breasts.

He pulled away suddenly, leaving you panting and needy. "I've got to taste you," he growled, pulling off the last of your clothes.

Before you could respond, he spread your thighs open and buried his face in your pussy, licking you like a starved man. His tongue traced every inch of your folds, finding the perfect spots to make you squirm beneath him. Teasing you. When he finally got to your clit, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue swirled around it.

The sudden onslaught of sensations sent you crashing over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard as you came all over his face. He kept licking you through it, drawing out your pleasure until you were spent and boneless, collapsing back onto the bed with a gasp.

Erling lifted his head, a satisfied smirk on his lips, as he leaned over you again. "I've missed tasting you," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "You're even sweeter than I remember." He leaned down and kissed you, your juices still on his lips. You could taste yourself on him, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

He pulled back, his gaze running over your body as he undressed himself. You watched, mesmerized by the sight of him, as he revealed his toned body to you. Your eyes widened when you saw his cock, already rock hard and leaking with precum.

He settled between your thighs, his cock rubbing against your entrance. You bit your lip and nodded, giving him permission to enter you. He groaned as he pushed inside of you, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

You gasped, your back arching as he filled you completely. It felt like heaven and hell all at once, with the stretch of his cock sending pleasurable sparks through your body. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he started to move.

He was gentle at first, moving slowly as he kissed you deeply, his lips and tongue teasing yours. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His hips slammed against yours, his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you that sent pleasure coursing through your veins.

You could feel another orgasm building, your nails digging into his back as you urged him on. He grunted and picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he fucked you with abandon.

"You're so tight," he growled, burrying his face deeper into your neck and placing gentle kisses on your skin. "I'm close." He growled, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his release.

Your orgasm hit you without warning, your pussy clenching around his cock as you screamed his name, coming all over him once again. He followed suit, his cock pulsing inside of you as he filled you with his cum. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged as he held you close, still buried deep inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around him and held him tight, basking in the warmth of your bodies still connected. You could feel his cock slowly soften inside of you, his cum leaking out of you as he kissed your neck.

You had never felt so complete and satisfied in your life.

You both needed this. To reconnect. To remember how much you need each other. And you knew you would need to do this again as soon as possible. And you can't wait. Because this is the best thing in the world.

And you can't live without this feeling.

This feeling of being loved, needed, and adored by him. He is your soulmate. And you are his. And you're both addicted to each other. And that's okay. You are happy with it. Because you love him. With every inch of you. With every cell of your body. With every piece of your soul. With every bit of your heart.

You love him more than anything in the world.

More than anyone.

More than yourself.

And so does he.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded and wrapped his arms tighter around you, his lips pressing kisses all over your skin. You smiled, your heart full and content, as you basked in the warmth of his embrace. You knew that everything was going to be alright. You knew that you were going to be together forever.

And you couldn't wait.

-Bianca🌻

Are you ever still on tumblr?

Hey everyone!

I hope you’re all doing great. I’ve missed you guys so much and missed writing for you. As you’ve probably noticed, I took a long break from writing fanfics, and I owe you an explanation for my sudden and extended absence.

Over the past few months, I’ve been dealing with some intense burnout from nursing school. The program was super demanding, and despite my best efforts, I found myself struggling to keep up. The constant pressure and stress took a toll on my mental and physical health, and I realized I needed to step back and address these issues.

I decided to seek professional help and started working with a therapist, who has been amazing. We’ve been figuring out ways to manage my stress and find a better balance between my studies and personal well-being. This journey has been both eye-opening and healing, but it required all my focus, so I had to step back from Tumblr for a while.

I’m finally starting to feel like myself again and I’ve missed writing so much. I’m excited to get back to it because writing is one of my first loves and I don’t want to give it up.

Thank you all for your patience and understanding. I’m so grateful to each one of you who kept reading and liking my work even while I was away. And welcome to all my new followers! I can’t wait to get to know you. Don’t be afraid to message me or send requests. My inbox is always open and I’ll do my best to get to as many as I can without overdoing it. I’m really looking forward to reconnecting and being more active again.

With love,

Bianca 🌻

Prologue

Kylian

It is as if his name is the word written in a beautiful motif across my sorry heart, with every precious beat another inscribed in his hand. 

For so long—too long—I could not see it, as one cannot see her heart, but now I know with as much surety as though I hold my bloody, still-pulsing heart in my hands that it is so. It is you. It has always, will always be you.

Forever my heart.