Interruption

Interruption

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Trent interrrupts your skincare routine and makes up for it.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Trent Alexander-Arnold x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.6k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), dom!Trent, sub!reader.

The soft hum of the bathroom lights casts a gentle glow around the room as you stand at the sink, surrounded by an array of skincare products.

The soothing scent of coconut-infused moisturizer fills the air as you massage it onto your skin, the day's stress melting away with each circular motion.

The bathroom door creaks open, and a familiar figure enters. The scent of Trent's cologne wafts in, and you turn to see him leaning against the doorframe, a lazy smile playing on his lips. His eyes trace the curves of your figure, eyes blazing with desire as he watches you.

"Come to bed," he says, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.

"In a minute, babe. I'm almost done." You reply, your hands gliding over your face, ensuring every inch is covered in moisturizer.

"I don't know why you have so many steps. Your skin is already perfect," he teases, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You playfully roll your eyes, but the genuine affection in his eyes warms your heart.

As you reach for the night cream on the vanity, a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind, and you feel Trent's warmth against your back. A soft gasp escapes your lips as his lips press a gentle kiss against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"I want you," he murmurs, his breath caressing your skin. His voice carries a subtle huskiness, causing a pool of heat to gather between your legs. His hands trace lazy circles on your waist as he continues trailing kisses down your neck.

You can feel his erection pressing against your ass, and a flutter of excitement flutters through your stomach. "Trent..." you whisper, turning around to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, and you can't help but be drawn into their depths.

His lips crash against yours, his tongue slipping past your parted lips, exploring your mouth with a hungry passion. You moan softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He deepens the kiss, his hands sliding up your back, gripping your ass, and squeezing gently. You groan into the kiss, your body responding to his touch, your breasts pressed against his chest, your nipples hardening under his touch.

His fingers trail back up your spine, sending tingles down your back. 

You break the kiss, your breathing heavy, your cheeks flushed with desire. He looks at you, his eyes filled with hunger, his lips parted in anticipation. Even after all these years, the fire between you has never dimmed, it still burns brightly.

You reach for him, your hands running over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath your fingers. 

He groans as you run your hands down his body, tracing the contours of his abs, and then move lower to cup him through the fabric of his pants.

"I want you." He repeated as he grinded against your palm.

"You have me." You whispered against his lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you felt his hands run up your legs. His fingers traced the line of your panties, making your heart skip a beat as they teased the edge.

"I want to feel you inside me." You moaned as you shifted your hips, trying to get him to touch you where you needed it most.

"And I'm going to give it to you." He groaned into your neck as his hand slipped under your panties.

He ran his fingers along your wet folds, making you arch your back and gasp. "Oh, god." You panted as he slid one finger into your core. "That feels so good." You whimpered as he added another.

"So tight." He growled as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you. "You're so wet." He added a third finger, and you felt your body tense up.

"Trent!" You cried out as his finger curled, hitting your sweet spot just right.

"You're so fucking sexy." He growled as he removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them. "I want to taste you." 

You smiled and leaned back, spreading your legs for him. With a quick, sudden movement, he lifted you up onto the bathroom counter and slowly got down to his knees.

His eyes never left yours as he kissed your inner thighs and then placed open-mouthed kisses all around your pussy, purposefully missing your clit. "Stop teasing," you whined, eager for the life-altering pussy-eating you were about to be subjected to.

"I'm not teasing," he stated as he finally licked your clit. "I'm just getting started." He flicked his tongue over your clit a few times before sucking it into his mouth and nibbling on it. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, grabbing onto the counter to steady yourself.

"You taste so fucking good." He moaned, burying his face in your pussy, sucking on it while flicking his tongue against your clit.

Your legs shook, and you could feel an orgasm building inside of you. "Oh god, don't stop!" You cried out as he sucked harder on your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. Just as you thought you couldn't take any more, he stopped.

"No! Please!" You begged. "I need to cum!"

He looked up at you with a devilish grin on his face. "Not yet," he said. "I want you to cum on my cock."

You groaned, but knew that there was no way you could resist him. He stood up and pulled you off the counter, leading you back to the bed. You laid down and spread your legs, watching as he took off his boxers and positioned himself between your legs.

He rubbed the head of his cock against your pussy, making you moan. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes," you whispered. "Fuck me, please." He pushed into you slowly, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head, stretching your pussy to its limits.

He groaned as he felt your pussy grip his cock, pulling him in deeper. "Fuck," he said. "You're so tight." He started to move his hips, thrusting into you slowly at first, then picking up speed.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in deeper. "Harder." You whined against his lips. He obliged, thrusting harder and faster into you. You could feel yourself getting close to cumming again, so you reached down and started rubbing your clit.

He saw what you were doing and smirked. "You gonna come for me, baby." You could only nod, brain too fucked out to formulate words, adding to the smugness he was feeling.

"Yeah. Good girl." He said, his voice deep and husky. He leaned down and kissed you again, then bit your bottom lip. You moaned as he continued to fuck you hard and fast. "Fuck," he said again, his voice hoarse with desire. "That's it," he groaned, voice drowned out by the sound of your loud moans.

"Oh god," you whimpered. "I'm going to cum." He kept thrusting into you, his pace never wavering. You could feel your orgasm building, causing your nails to sink into his back. He gave you a few more hard, deep thrusts, nudging your g-spot everytime before you finally exploded, crying out as you came all over his cock.

He kept thrusting into you, grunting as he felt your pussy contract around his cock. "Fuck, yeah," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Give me one more. C'mon, be my good girl."He said, his voice deep and husky.

You whimpered as he continued to fuck you, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. "I-I can't," You cried out, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. But he didn't stop, continuing to fuck you hard and fast until you could feel another orgasm building. "No, please, I can't!" You begged, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Yes, you can," he grunted, reaching down and rubbing your clit at lightning speed.

"Oh god!" You shrieked, your voice echoing through the room as the intensity of pleasure consumed you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, overwhelmed by the sensations he was evoking.

"Yeah, you like that." He whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. The sound of his words sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, pushing you beyond your limits.

The room filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts, ecstasy laced in each breath. The juxtaposition of the loving, gentle kisses he dropped on your warm skin and the relentless pounding sent you spiraling as you completely surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

"Trent! I'm gonna cum!" you screamed as the second orgasm crashed over you. The intensity of the pleasure mixed with the pain, your body bucking and shaking as you came harder than ever before. 'That's it," he said. "Cum for me." He growled the words into your ear before burying his head into your neck to lay gentle kisses as your pussy gripped his cock tighter than ever.

He kept thrusting into you, grunting as he came, filling you with his cum. When he finished, he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily. The room was filled with a euphoric silence as you both caught your breath, basking in the afterglow of what was once again a passionate night.

"Fuck, that was amazing." He whispered, breaking the silence that had settled, kissing your neck. "I'm so glad I married you."

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "Me too." You said, snuggling closer to him. "I love you." He said, lifting his head from your neck to kiss you gently on the lips. "I love you too." You replied, wrapping your arms around him, feeling like the luckiest woman alive.

-Bianca🌻

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

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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🌻

Kylian Mbappé imagine where Kylian suspects you are pregnant and you deny it but somehow he’s right fluff

Suspicions

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A/N: Wrote this on the bus so it's probably shit but I hope you like it.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kylian knows you better than anyone.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.4k

Warnings! Fluff, slight angst, unexpected pregnancy,

Kylian knows you.

Perhaps even better than you know yourself, he would say.

From how you prefer hot chocolate over coffee to how you always choose the window seat on airplanes, even though you're terrified of heights.

He knows you.

Lately, though, something's changed.

It all started with a hunch, a whispered in his mind, and he's been racking his brain trying to figure out what's wrong. Even going so far as to call his mom and ask her for advice. And he thinks he's got it.

Call it intuition or whatever, but Kylian knows you, and he thinks, No, he knows you're pregnant.

You're not as energetic as you usually are, seeming more fatigued than usual, with dark circles under your eyes, often taking naps during the day and struggling to stay awake in the evenings. You've been eating a lot more than usual, often craving weird food combinations, something you usually hate when he does. You've also been having trouble concentrating and remembering things, which is unusual for you.

Not to mention that your mood seems to be fluctuating, going from being extremely happy to feeling down and irritable within a short span of time. Like your emotions were on a rollercoaster ride.

All your symptoms point to pregnancy, and the likelihood catches him off guard. After all, you both have been careful, using protection. Still, he can feel it.

You're in the kitchen when he decides to approach you.

Preparing a simple dinner. Spagetti Carbonara, his favorite. You look beautiful—the way the apron cinches around your waist, accentuating your curves—curves he's sure weren't there a few weeks ago. And you have a certain glow about you.

As you glide across the kitchen to grab ingredients, Kylian watches you closely, noticing the slight scrunch of your nose as you stir the sauce. As if the smell is suddenly overwhelming. You move more slowly than usual, and every now and then, you take a break to give your lower back a little rub.

Yeah, he's sure now.

He takes a deep breath and approaches you.

His steps are slow and calculated as he tries to find the right words to say, heart pounding in his chest as he tries to predict your reaction.

"Mon amour," he whispers softly in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Hey. Did you get bored with your game?" You ask, temporarily pausing your chopping as you lean back against him, his warm skin sending shivers down your spine.

"Yes…So I have something to ask you."He asks softly, nuzzling your neck and breathing in your scent. Curiosity piqued, you turn around to face him, looking into his eyes expectantly. His gaze is soft, intense. It makes your heart race.

"What is it?"

He takes a deep breath. "I've been thinking…" He pauses, swallows and releases a shaky breath. You frown slightly, sensing that this conversation is about to take a serious turn.

"Go on, you can tell me anything," you encourage him gently, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. He hesitates for a moment before finally speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you pregnant?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any hint of confirmation.

The question catches you off guard, and you stiffen for a moment, trying to process his words. "Um, no, I'm not pregnant," you respond, letting out a confused laugh. "Where did that come from?"

Kylian pauses, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I...I don't know," he stammers, shoulders slumping slightly as he mutters. "It's just that...I noticed you've been acting different lately. You're more tired than usual, and your appetite has changed. Not to mention..." He trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as he searches for the right words. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel bad about your slight weight gain, knowing how much you've struggled with it in the past.

You roll your eyes, snorting at the simple notion he's hinting at. There's no way. "Kylian, I'm on the pill. There's no way."

He nods, still convinced he's not wrong. "Yeah, I know, but...remember that time you forgot? I just want to make sure."

You shake your head, dismissing him. "That was weeks ago, Kylian. I've had my period since then. I'm sure it's just stress or something." You reassure, turning back to resume stirring the sauce, hand gripping tight on the wooden spoon.

Usually, Kylian would drop the subject at this point, but he's sure about this. Deep in his gut, he knows. And he's never wrong about his instincts.

He takes a step closer, placing a hand on your shoulder, hating the way you tense up under his touch. "Baby, I love you. And I know you, and I know when somethings wrong, trust me." He can tell you're getting irritated by the way your eyebrows furrow and your jaw clenches. But he can't let it go. "Let's just take the test, yeah. Just to be sure."

You pause for a moment, feeling torn. But you trust him. Plus, his intuition has proven right in the past. Reluctantly, you nod, realizing that it wouldn't hurt to get checked out.

"Alright," you concede, giving him a small smile. "If it'll make you feel better."

Your hands shake as you sit on the toilet, nerves fluttering in your stomach. Kylian is standing next to you, gently rubbing your back for support, as you wait for the results.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," he murmurs, squeezing you gently. You steal a glance up at him, chocolate-brown eyes soft as he gazes down at you with concern.

"I'm scared," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. Kylian's grip tightens. "Hey, I got you. I'm not going anywhere." He reassures you, leaning down to press the gentlest kiss on your lips.

The minutes feel like hours as you wait for the result. And your hands are shaking as your knee bounces in nervousness. The timer beeps, and your world stops.

You hold your breath as you pick up the test and hand it to Kylian, the small lump in your throat now feeling like a boulder. Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch him flip it over with trembling hands.

He stares at the test, jaw dropping at whatever he's reading, before a wide smile spreads across his face. Then he's running toward you.

He scoops you up in his arms, spinning you around as he exclaims, "Je le savais!" before gently setting you down and dropping the test into your hands. You stare at it in disbelief, jaw dropping as your eyes well up. (I knew it!")

Two pink lines—two lines that changes everything.

You sob when it finally hits and it catches Kylian off guard. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as tears stream down your face. He doesn't say anything. Just holds you. Knowing that you don't need words right now. Just him.

He strokes your hair soothingly, whispering soothingly into your ear, his warm breath against your skin. And you cling to him. Cling to him like he's your lifeline- because right now he is.

The only thing grounding you to earth as you process this newfound information. You stand there for what feels like hours, just holding each other before you finally manage to whisper, "We're going to be parents."

Kylian gently wipes away a stray tear, voice filled with awe as he murmurs, "Yeah, you happy." not knowing how you felt based off of your reaction. His heart did backflips as he awaited your response. There's nothing he wanted more than a family with you. You're it for him. But he knows he'll stand beside you no matter what you decide.

So he schools his features, in case you choose a different path, and waits for you to speak, ready to support you in whatever decision you make.

"Yes!" You blumber, barely getting your words out as you choke on your own tears. "Y-Yes." Hiccups and sobs escape from your trembling lips.

His body sags with relief at your words before he's pulling you close once again and laying a hundred kisses all over your face."Thank you, thank you!" Tears fall from his eyes now. And he's bending down to get on his knees to lay kisses on your belly. "I love you so much. Thank you."

He stays like that for a long time, his tears soaking your shirt as he showers your belly with love.

And you know everything will be alright.

-Bianca🌻

Kylian Mbappé Imagine where you two fight and he suddenly slapped you across the face but after he saw your teary eyes he regret it but you already run into the bedroom and locked it. You stayed there for a few days. You can decide the end but can it be something like happy ending?

A/N Hey, there. So sorry but I can't write this. Domestic violence is something I'm strongly against as someone who's been a witness to it before, and I refuse to romanticize it in any way. Furthermore, even if I don't know Kylian personally, I don't think he is this type of person. It would be really uncomfortable for me to write this about him.

I hope you understand.

Feel free to send in other requests and I will try my best to write them for you. Just not this, please.

Stay safe and take care of yourself 💛

If you or a loved one are a victim of domestic abuse, please contact the number below: National Domestic Violence Hotline (800) 799-7233

Cast

You can imagine who you want. But this is who I pictured when I wrote this fanfic.

*None of these pics belong to me, credit to their rightful owners. I found them on Pinterest.

Maila Moreno- 21

Kylian Mbappé- 25

Louisa Lopez- 22

Briana Musa - 21

The rest of Kylian's family and friends will be mentioned in the story. 

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Fluff 💕 Angst ☠️ Smut (18+) 💦

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