Kylian Mbapp

Kylian Mbappé

Fluff 💕 Angst ☠️ Smut (18+) 💦

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Suspicions💕

Jealousy, Jealousy💕

View💦

Honeymoon💕💦

Safe word

Together, Always ☠️💕

Baby

Birthday Boy 💕

Wet dream💦

Baby Blues💕

Love Heals💕☠️💦

Sleepy💕

Presentation Day💕

Third Trimester Problems💕💦

Célébration💕💦

Rekindled☠️💕

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 🌻

Kylian Mbappe imagine where you arrive your honeymoon destination, you finally do it for the first time [it's your first time]. Kylian works tirelessly to achieve a new addition to the family. You feel the symptoms while still on the trip, and once you get home, it's positive.

Honeymoon

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You get pregnant on your honeymoon

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Husband!Kylian Mbappé x Wife!you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 3.6k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), soft sex, breeding kink, fluff, first time, soft Kylian, unexpected pregnancy,

Bali is a dream.

The weather, the view—everything is perfect.

You and your new husband have been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever, and it finally happened. you're married. It's just the two of you. And you're ready to start our new lives together.

Actually, maybe you weren't ready.

After all, you've never had sex before. And you were so nervous. It was obvious to you that Kylian was dying to be with you since the moment you got together, but you didn't want to rush things. And he never pressured you. Choosing to wait with you. Even if he was not a virgin.

You loved him so much for that. How he always puts you first. Taking care of you. Making sure you're comfortable and safe. The only time he ever seemed impatient was when he talked about having children with you. It made you laugh because it's something he wanted for years before you met. And you wanted it too. But you both agreed on waiting. Until the time was right.

Didn't make you less nervous, though. It was a little bit scary. But at the same time, you wanted this more than anything.

The whole ceremony was a blur. You couldn't stop thinking about tonight. But it was lovely—everything you ever dreamed it would be. Kylian made sure of that. You walked down the aisle to your new husband in your beautiful white gown. You both said your vows in front of a few people who were close to you and then exchanged rings.

You couldn't believe it. You were actually married. To your best friend and soulmate, Kylian. You've known each other since high school, before he left for Monaco. Then, when he came back to Paris for PSG, you guys met up again and fell in love. Have been for two years now.

"Hi," you hear him whisper softly into your ear as he wraps his arms around you from behind, as he places a soft kiss on your neck. "How are you feeling?" he asks you.

You blush a little, turning your head to face him. "I'm feeling great," you answer him, smiling. "I can't believe I'm your wife now." You say, feeling a little shy.

He chuckles a little. "Me neither, it feels good to finally call you mine." He replies, breath tickling your neck. You could hear the smile on his voice. You love him so much. "Do you want to go upstairs? It's getting late." He adds, running his hand down your arm, sending shivers through your body. He knew that was the one spot on your body that made you feel weak in the knees. And he took full advantage of it.

"I think I would like that," you reply quietly, turning your head to look at him. He was looking down at you, his eyes so soft. They always looked that way when he looked at you. So loving and adoring. He always made you feel like the luckiest girl on the planet. And you truly felt like you were.

He kissed you softly, then grabbed your hand. "Let's go then," he says softly, leading you up the stairs.

He led you to your room. It was absolutely beautiful. The balcony had the most amazing view of the ocean, and the moonlight lit everything up beautifully. It was a beautiful night.

You stood there for a minute, just looking out the window. Trying to take everything in. The moment was surreal.

You felt a gentle hand on your back, then he slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you to him. You relaxed into him, your back pressed to his chest. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a small sigh.

"I've waited for this moment for so long," he says softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can't believe I finally get to have you."

You feel your cheeks flush. "You already have me," you whisper back. "But I can't wait for this part."

He smiled. "Good, because I'm going to give you the best night of your life," he says confidently. "I promise."

You believe him. He never breaks his promises.

He spun you around to face him. His eyes were intense as he looked at you. Then he grabbed your face with both hands, his fingers weaving through your hair. You felt his soft lips press against yours, sending a wave of lust through your body. You've kissed many times before, but this felt different. This felt more passionate, like he was finally letting go. You let him deepen the kiss, your hands coming up to run down his arms. You both moaned into the kiss, the anticipation of what was coming next making you both eager.

He pulled back, his hands moving down your body until they were resting on your waist. "I want you so badly," he whispers against your lips. "I've never wanted anything more."

"I want you too," you reply breathlessly. Eyes locked on his. They were dark, pupils dilated to the max as he looked down at you.

He groans, pulling you into a hug. "I love you so much," he says softly into your ear. You could hear the need in his voice. He wanted you. And he wanted you now.

"I love you too," you reply, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He pulls back, then grabs your hand. "Come on," he says, leading you over to the bed. He sat down on it, looking up at you.

You stood there for a moment, not sure what to do next.

He held out his arms for you. "Come here," he says softly. "Let me help you."

You walk over to him, then climb on the bed, straddling his lap. You could feel his hardness press against you as soon as you did.

"Jesus, baby," he says softly, running his hands down your back. "You feel amazing already."

You could feel your cheeks flush. "Thank you," you reply shyly.

He smiled, then leaned in to kiss you again. He let out a low groan as you started grinding against him. It felt good. Really good. You've done this before with him, but it felt more intense this time.

He pulled back from the kiss, his hands coming up to cup your face. "Are you ready? You know we don't have to do this tonight if you're not ready." He says softly, looking at you intently.

You smile a little. "I'm ready," you say confidently.

He nods, then lays back on the bed, taking you with him. You sit on top of him, his hands coming up to play with your breasts over your dress. It felt amazing, but you were eager to get undressed.

You grab the hem of your dress and pull it up, lifting it off your body. You throw it to the side, then look back at him.

His eyes were wide as he looked at you. You were completely naked. Your pale pink nipples were hard and pointing straight at him. "Damn," he says softly. "You're beautiful."

You blush a little. "Thanks," you reply.

He sat up, pulling you into a kiss. His hands coming up to play with your breasts again. You let out a small moan as he pinched your nipples. He was good at that. He knew exactly how to touch you.

"Take off your clothes," you whisper against his lips.

He smiled, then sat up, taking you with him. He stood up, pulling you into another kiss as he did. Then he broke it, looking down at you. "Sit on the bed," he says softly. You do as he says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He smiles, then kneels down in front of you. "Spread your legs," he says softly. You spread them apart, watching as he leans in to kiss the inside of your thigh. He kisses up your thigh until he reaches your pussy, then he lets out a soft groan. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet already," he says, running his fingers through your folds. You let out a small moan as you feel him rub your clit.

You've done this before too, but knowing where it would lead made it feel better. He was touching you differently than he usually did. Like he had less control over himself. You've learned over the years that when he eats you out, it takes him a little bit to get warmed up. But not today, he was ready to go. And you were loving it.

He looks at you one more time, then dives in. His tongue flicking over your clit, making you moan loudly. You grip the sheets, trying not to buck your hips. It feels amazing. He holds you still, his hands gripping your hips, keeping them in place as he keeps licking you. It's like he can't get enough of your taste. You've heard him talk about it before. He loves your taste.

He keeps eating you out, sucking on your clit, making you moan even louder. It feels so good. He's so good at this. You can feel yourself building up, it's going to be a big one. "Kylian, I'm gonna cum," you moan out.

He growls against your clit, then sucks harder on it. That's all it takes for you to fall over the edge, cumming on his tongue. He keeps licking you through your orgasm, making you moan even louder. You've never felt anything so good in your life. It's like you're floating.

When you're done, he pulls back, then looks up at you, a soft smile on his face. You're breathing hard. Your whole body relaxed.

He leans in to kiss you softly. "That was amazing," he says softly. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

He gets up then, pulling you up with him. He leads you over to the bed again, then pushes you down onto it. You watch as he pulls off his clothes, revealing his hard cock. He's always been big, but he looks bigger today. Maybe you're just really horny. Or maybe he really does look bigger.

He climbs on the bed, crawling towards you. He stops when he's hovering over you, his cock brushing against your pussy. You can feel his precum dripping onto you.

"I'm going to take it slow, okay?" he says softly, looking at you.

You nod, then lean up to kiss him. "I'll be fine," you say softly. You trust him.

He smiles, then leans in to kiss you again. His cock nudges at your entrance, slowly pushing its way inside of you. It hurts. You wince. He stops.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, looking down at you. He was holding himself up with one arm, the other resting beside your head.

You nod, then kiss him softly. "Keep going," you say.

He nods, then continues to push inside of you. It feels like a knife is being dragged through your insides as he stretches you open. But at the same time it feels good.

When he's all the way inside of you, he lets out a long moan. "Fuck," he says softly. "You feel amazing. So tight, bébé." He kisses you again.

You smile through the pain, a tear falling down your cheek, then kiss him back. "You feel amazing too," you reply.

He chuckles softly. "I'm going to move now," he says softly.

You nod, then wrap your legs around his waist. "Go ahead," you reply.

He nods, then pulls back slowly. He looks down at your pussy as he does. Watching his cock slide out of you. He lets out a long moan as he does. "Putain, that's amazing," he says softly. "Look at you. Taking my cock so well."

He pulls out completely, then pushes back inside of you. You wince again, but it doesn't hurt as much as it did the first time. It still feels good. Really good. You start to moan as he begins thrusting inside of you slowly. It still hurts a little, but it feels good at the same time. He's so deep inside of you, his cock brushing against your cervix with each thrust.

"Jesus," he says softly. "You're so warm, baby." His thrusts start to speed up a little bit. You're moaning with each one. You've never felt anything like this before. It's so intense.

You start grinding back against him, taking him even deeper. You both moan at the feeling. You're getting closer, you can feel it. He's also getting closer, his thrusts getting faster. You can hear how wet you are. The sound of your pussy taking his cock with each thrust. It's so erotic.

He leans down to kiss you. "you're so beautiful," he says softly against your lips. "I'm going to fuck you full," he says. "I want to fill you up with my cum. Give you a baby, baby."

You blush a little, but it makes you even more turned on. The thought of him filling you up with his seed. Planting a baby inside of you. It feels primal, animalistic. And it makes you feel so good. You're getting even closer now. You're both moaning loudly now.

"I want you too," you reply breathlessly. "Fill me up, please." You plead.

He lets out a loud growl, then picks up speed, fucking you even harder. "Fucking hell, baby. You're so fucking tight," he says breathlessly. "I'm going to cum soon. Are you close?"

You nod, then kiss him again. "Yes," you reply breathlessly. "Please, cum inside me."

He lets out a loud groan, then speeds up even more. His thrusts become erratic as he loses control of himself. You can feel him tense up above you, his cock swelling inside of you. You're almost there too.

You feel him reach down between your legs, his finger finding your clit, rubbing it roughly. That's all it takes to send you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a wave. It's so intense that you scream out in pleasure. Your pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing it tightly.

He lets out a loud growl, his hips jerking against you as he fills you up with his cum. You can feel his hot seed flooding your insides. It feels amazing.

You both moan loudly, his body shivering above you as he cums. You feel him fill you up completely, your pussy overflowing with his cum.

When he's done, he collapses on top of you, his breathing hard. You're both sweaty. Your whole body relaxed. You feel amazing.

He looks down at you, then smiles softly. "That was amazing," he says softly."I'm sorry if it hurt." He adds.

You shake your head. "It's fine," you say softly. "I'm fine."

He nods, then leans down to kiss you. "I love you," he says softly against your lips.

"I love you too," you reply.

You lay there for a while, wrapped in each others arms. You both feel so relaxed. He's still inside of you, his cum leaking out of your pussy and onto the bed.

He pulls out after a few minutes, making you both moan at the feeling. He pulls out completely, then rolls off you. He looks down at your pussy, then lets out a low groan. "Putain, bébé," he says softly. "Look at you. You're such a mess." He says, his hand coming up to rub your pussy. "My cum is all over you." He adds.

You blush a little at the feeling. His fingers are covered in his cum as he plays with your pussy. You're so sensitive that you start to moan as soon as he touches your clit.

"Kylian," you moan out.

He chuckles softly, then leans down to kiss your stomach. "I feel like I just got you pregnant," he say softly. "You look so good right now." He says, his voice filled with lust. The way his cum is dripping out of your pussy and onto the bed. He's still hard, his cock still covered in his cum.

You watch as he mounts you again. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to do it again," he says softly. "I want to fuck you while my cum is still inside of you." He adds.

You nod, then kiss him softly. "Do it," you reply breathlessly.

He moans, then pushes back inside of you.

*********

The next few days are no different. He fucks you every night, sometimes more than once a night. You've lost count of how many times you've gone at it. And you know he wants to keep going. You're both so horny, you can't help yourselves. He's always touching you, and you're always touching him. You're in paradise, and you can't imagine anything better.

You feel the first symptoms when you're halfway through your trip. You wake up in the morning feeling really nauseous. You rush to the bathroom and puke your guts out. He comes in to check on you, and you feel your cheeks flush. You've never puked in front of him before. It's embarrassing. But he just rubs your back, then holds you in his arms while you finish puking. Then he carries you to bed, and makes you breakfast in bed.

The next one, while you're at the beach. Your boobs hurt, like they always do when you're about to get your period. But you've never been regular, and you've never felt this bad before. It makes you feel a little sick.

And then when you're having dinner. You can't stop yawning. You've always been tired, but it's never been this bad. It's like you can't stop sleeping.

You don't say anything, just wanting to enjoy the rest of your trip. You also don't want to jinx it. So you don't say anything. But you can't help but wonder if you might be pregnant.

You get back home, and he's been going at it non-stop. He's so horny. You can't help but think that he's going to make you pregnant. It feels so good every time he does. You're always moaning, your pussy taking his cock so well. He loves it. He's always moaning about how good you feel, how tight your pussy is. You're getting closer, you can feel it. He's going to make you pregnant for sure.

And then your period doesn't come.

You stand in the bathroom, staring at the little white stick in your hands. You're nervous. Even though he talks about having kids when you're having sex, you're not sure if it's something he actually wants. Yes you discussed it before but you don't know how serious he was. Especially with how his career is going right now.

You're scared as you hold the stick in your hands. This is it. This is when you find out. Now all you have to do is pee. That's it. It's that simple. You're a grown adult, but you can't help but feel like a little kid right now. Like you're about to get in trouble.

You take a deep breath, then pull down your pants. You sit down on the toilet, then lift the stick up. It takes two minutes. And then you see it. The second line comes up almost instantly.

Your heart drops as you see it. You're pregnant. Holy shit. You're pregnant. You can't believe it. You thought you would be, but it's still crazy. You're pregnant. With a baby. Oh my god.

You sit there for a minute, staring at the test. You can't believe it. This is real life now. You're a grown up. You have to make adult decisions. This is scary.

Then you hear him calling you from outside the door. "Trésor, you okay?" he says softly. "You've been in there for a while."

You jump up quickly, then pull your pants back up. You open the door, holding the stick behind your back.

"Yeah," you say with a teary smile. "I'm fine."

He steps inside the bathroom, then pulls you into a hug. "Are you okay?" he asks softly.

You nod, then hold up the test. "I'm pregnant," you say softly.

His face goes blank as he looks down at it. You can't tell what he's thinking. He doesn't move for a second. You're worried, you're scared. Does he not want it?

Then you see him break out into a huge smile. "Oh my god," he says softly, his voice full of emotion. "I did it," he says, his voice filled with pride. "I got you pregnant," he adds. "I fucking did it," he repeats. He picks you up, spinning you around in a circle. You can't help but laugh at him.

He puts you back down, then pulls you into a hug. "I'm so happy," he says softly. "I can't believe it." He pulls back, then looks at you with a huge smile. "I'm going to be a dad," he says softly. "And you're going to be a mom," he adds.

You nod, feeling your cheeks flush. "I know," you say softly.

He pulls you into a kiss, picking you up off the ground again. "I love you so much," he says softly against your lips. "You're going to be an amazing mom," he adds.

He picks you up, carrying you to the bed. You lay down next to him, snuggling into his arms. "We're going to be parents," you say softly, breaking the silence that settled over you.

He nods, kissing your forehead. "We are," he replies. "We're going to be parents." He adds.

You both lay there for a minute, just enjoying each other's company. You can't wait for this new chapter in your lives.

He lets out a small groan as he rolls over, pulling you on top of him. "I want to celebrate," he says softly. "I want to make sure you're good and pregnant." He adds, his eyes dark with lust.

Then he takes you.

-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

trent imagine! footballer x footballer!reader where the reader plays for liverpool women’s team (add whatever you want too but would LOVE THIS)

Second Chances

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You and Trent are partnered for the Liverpool's drill day activities.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Trent Alexander Arnold x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.9k

Warnings! ANGST, Fluff, swearing, asshole trent, feelings, confused trent, hurt/comfort

Life is not real.

It can't be. Surely the universe wouldn't be cruel enough to pair you up with the only guy on the whole team who you desperately trying to avoid. Surely.

Of all the people that you could've been paired up with, it had to be him.

Trent Alexander-Arnold.

Yep, that's right. After everything that happened at the New Year's party couple weeks ago, all you wanted to do was forget. You wanted to put the whole thing behind you and forget. But apparently, nothing ever wants to go right for you.

Which is why you're awkwardly standing in the middle of a football field, watching everyone else laugh and have fun with their partners while you desperately try to avoid his gaze.

Fuck, today was going to be long.

"So," he hesitantly begins, trying to break the uncomfortable silence between you. But before he can say anything else, you cut in. "Let's go join the others." And walk towards the group without waiting for his response, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"Okay..." You hear him mutter under his breath as you walk away. You feel bad; your stomach is practically twisting at how you're treating him. But the thought of facing him after what happened that night was too much. You knew he wanted to talk about it; you could tell by how he looked at you.

But you were angry.

You were angry and hurt, and the emotions were still raw. What happened that night was still fresh on your mind, leaving wounds that hadn't yet healed.

You remember it so well, even if it's been a few weeks.

Trent had invited you to come with him to a New Year's party. It was his way of trying to make peace with you. Ever since your kiss, things have been tense between you two. Especially after you heard about him seeing someone else. It hurt too much. You were avoiding him.

At first, you refused because you didn't want to face him again after the humiliating rejection. But he insisted, promising that he just wanted to talk and clear the air. It would just be a casual night out with friends. Just like old times. Reluctantly, you agreed and went to the party with him.

You were standing in the middle of the bustling party, the bass thumping in your chest as you scanned the room. You spotted Trent across the crowded space, his eyes locked onto yours. A surge of excitement coursed through you as you made your way through the lively crowd.

You met him five years ago. It was your first day at Liverpool, and you were nervous as hell. It would be your first time debuting for the women's team. He found you having a panic attack, calmed you down, and gave you his water bottle. From then on, you guys became friends.

It was never your plan to fall in love with him, but the guy was just too charming to resist. The way he looked at you with those piercing chocolate brown eyes, the way he always made you laugh with his witty jokes, it was impossible not to develop feelings for him. Not to mention, he was hot as fuck.

Trent grinned as you approached, offering you a plastic cup filled with a strawberry margarita. Your heart fluttered as you realized he remembered you like fruity alcohol. "Hey, glad you made it," he says, his voice drowned out by the pulsating music.

"Yeah, I almost didn't," you reply, taking a sip of the drink. The sweetness masked the bite of the alcohol, making it easy to swallow. "Thanks for inviting me," you added, trying to sound casual.

Trent's smile widened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to dissipate. "I meant what I said," he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I just want to clear the air. I hate how things have been between us."

You nodded, taking another sip to steady yourself. "Me too," you admitted. "But it’s not that easy, Trent."

"I know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But I want to try. Can we talk somewhere quieter?"

Reluctantly, you followed him outside to a quieter part of the yard. The cold air was a stark contrast to the warmth inside, and you shivered slightly as Trent draped his jacket over your shoulders. "Thanks," you murmured, clutching it around you.

He took a deep breath, looking at you with an intensity that made your heart race. "I never meant to hurt you," he began. "That kiss...it meant something to me. But I was confused, and I handled it all wrong."

You could feel the tears welling up, but you blinked them back. "Seeing you with someone else hurt, Trent. It made me feel like I was just a game to you."

He shook his head vehemently. "You’re not a game to me. You never were. I was stupid, and I’m sorry. I want to make things right."

Before you could respond, a woman stormed toward you, her eyes ablaze with anger. It took a moment to recognize her as the girl you saw him with.

"What's going on here?" She demanded, her voice sharp and accusing. She glared at you before turning her ire on Trent. "I thought you were busy!"

Trent's face paled, and he stepped back, caught off guard. "Y/N, it's not what you think," he stammered, glancing at you with an apologetic look.

You felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. "I knew it," you spat, stepping away from both of them. "This was a mistake."

"Wait, please," Trent pleaded, reaching out to you. But you were done. You turned and walked away, leaving the chaotic scene behind you. You didn't look back, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes, or the smugness in Maya's.

The days that followed were a blur. You tried to focus on your training, but the incident at the party played on a loop in your mind. Trent tried to call and text, but you ignored him, too hurt to respond. The memory of that night lingered, a constant reminder of your feelings and the messy reality of your relationship.

Now, standing on the football field with him again, all those emotions came rushing back. You wanted to move on, to forget, but it seemed fate had other plans.

As you join the group, you feel a pang of relief. At least with more people around, you wouldn't have to confront him directly.

The coach starts explaining the drills for the day, and you try to focus, but your mind keeps drifting back to that night.

"Alright, everyone pair up and start with passing drills," the coach commands, his voice booming across the field.

You groan inwardly. Of course, you still have to pair up with Trent. You glance at him, and he gives you a tentative smile. You roll your eyes. You take your positions and start passing the ball back and forth.

"Can we talk?" Trent asks quietly, keeping his eyes on the ball.

"About what?" you reply, your voice sharper than you intended.

"About what happened," he says, his tone pleading. "I know I messed up, but I want to make it right."

You pause for a moment, then kick the ball a little harder than necessary. "There's nothing to talk about. It happened, it's over."

"But it's not over for me," he insists, catching the ball with ease. "I can't stop thinking about it. About you."

You sigh, frustration bubbling up inside you. "Trent, I can't do this right now. Let's just focus on practice, okay." you huff with tears in your eyes, pleading for him to drop the subject. He looks like he wants to say more, but he nods, understanding. You continue the drill in silence, the unspoken words hanging heavily between you.

As the practice progresses, you find yourself getting lost in the rhythm of the game. For a while, you manage to push the memories and the emotions aside. You run, you pass, you play, and for those brief moments, it's just about the sport you love.

But then, during a break, you see Trent talking to one of his friends, his expression serious. You can't help but wonder what they're discussing. Is he talking about you? About that night? The curiosity and anxiety gnaw at you, but you force yourself to stay focused.

Then practice finally ends, and as everyone starts to leave, Trent approaches you again. "Please, can we just talk for a few minutes?"

You hesitate, but then you nod. "Fine. Five minutes."

You both find a quieter spot near the edge of the field. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Look, I know I hurt you," Trent begins, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. "And I know I can’t change what happened. But I need you to understand that I never meant to lead you on or make you feel like you weren’t important to me."

You cross your arms, trying to maintain some semblance of distance. "Then why did you act like that? Why did you kiss me and then go out with someone else?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I was scared, Y/N. Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of my own feelings. I thought... I thought I could keep things simple by dating someone else, but it only made everything more complicated."

You bite your lip, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Complicated? You broke my heart, Trent. It’s not just complicated. It's... devastating."

"I know," he whispers, looking down. "And I hate myself for it. But I care about you, more than I’ve ever cared about anyone. I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner."

The sincerity in his eyes makes your resolve waver. "You really hurt me," you say, your voice cracking.

"I know," he says again, taking a tentative step closer. "But I want to make it up to you. If you give me a chance, I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside you. "I don’t know if I can just forget what happened. It’s not that easy."

"I’m not asking you to forget," he replies earnestly. "I’m asking for a chance to prove that I’m worth your time. That I can be better. That we can be better."

You look into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, but all you see is regret and hope. Part of you wants to give in, to believe that things can be different, but another part is still wary, still hurting.

"Okay," you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it’s going to take time. And you have to be patient with me."

His face lights up with relief. "I will be. I promise." And then, before you can react, he pulls you into a hug. "Thank you," he whispers against your hair. "Thank you for giving me a second chance."

You feel your heart flutter, but you also feel a wave of trepidation. Was it really a second chance? Or was it just another game?

Only time will tell. But for now, you're willing to take a chance. You're willing to give him another shot at earning your heart. And hopefully, this time around, he'll prove that he's worth it.

-Bianca🌻

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

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Deux

Trois

Quatre

Cinq

Six

Sept

Huit

Neuf

Dix