Oh You're Back, I Missed Your Writing

oh you're back, i missed your writing <3

awww, thank you.

I never really left. I've just been swamped since school started. But now that my schedule is a bit more settled, I'll try to post as much as possible.

Hello everyone,

I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to update you all on something important regarding my request schedule. Due to the overwhelming response I've received, I am temporarily pausing the acceptance of new requests for the next couple of weeks, and potentially even longer. The reason for this is that I currently have a staggering 51 requests waiting. While I am incredibly grateful for the enthusiastic engagement, it has become clear that managing and responding to everyone is quite challenging.

As many of you are aware, I am a nursing student, and as such, my time is significantly constrained. Although I’ve had a bit more flexibility this past month thanks to a break, the reality is that school is about to start in a month, and my academic responsibilities will demand more of my attention. Consequently, I anticipate that once the school year begins, my ability to upload content will be limited, likely to once a week or as my schedule permits.

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hello everyone, just wanted to write to say I just made my first patreon post. I hope you guys will check it out. And to also tell you to keep an eye out for a post tonight 😉

HI i wanna ask u if u could do a fic where u have to shave ur private parts but u r pregnant and ur belly is way too big to see anything so u ask for a help from kylian even though u were so shy

Third Trimester Problems

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kylian helps you shave

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Husband!Kylian Mbappé x Wife!you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.3k

Warnings! FLUFF, sweet husband Kylina, NSFW! SMUT (18+), oral sex (f receiving), shower sex?, reader is feral, you're hornyyy

Third trimester.

The worst part of your pregnancy so far.

You are so big and bloated, you can't see your own feet anymore. You can barely walk. Even simple things like bending down to tie your shoes—an act you once performed with ease—have become impossible.

You hate this.

Don't get you wrong. You love carrying your little angel inside of you. You really do. But your body has become a stranger to you. Swollen ankles, aching back, the constant pressure on your pelvis – it all feels like too much. Clothes don't fit right, shoes are a challenge, and even breathing feels like an effort.

Nights are the hardest. You toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing. You sleep too late and wake up too early. Kylian tries to help, buying you all the pillows in the world but nothing helps.

You just want your normal body back.

And today, yet another problem appears.

You look down at the razor in your hand and sigh. You've been meaning to shave for the past week, but your belly is way too big to see anything. It's been weeks since you last shaved your vagina and now the hair has grown back so much you're afraid you'll get a razor burn.

But you need to shave. You hate your pubic hair on yourself and can't stand it if it gets too long.

You know you need help. You know it. But the thought of Kylian seeing you in such a vulnerable state, exposed and struggling, is almost as uncomfortable as the itchiness from the hair itself.

It shouldn't be this hard. After all, he's seen you naked before. Seen you in the most vulnerable positions. You've had sex for crying out loud. He's literally been inside you. He's the father of your child, for Christ's sake!

But there's something different about this.

It's humiliating.

You feel so exposed, so vulnerable. You are literally asking your husband to help you with your personal hygiene, an area of your body only he should ever see. It's almost too intimate. Almost as if he was helping you pee or something.

You bite your lip, considering your options.

You could try to shave on your own. It's possible, you could do that. But the thought of accidentally cutting yourself is scary enough to make you decide against it.

So, there's no other option really. You'll just have to ask Kylian for help.

You swallow the lump in your throat and slowly walk back to the bedroom where Kylian is lounging on the bed, his phone in hand, absorbed in whatever he's doing on it. He looks up as you enter, his brow furrowing in confusion at you wrapped in a towel. Not that he wasn't enjoying the view.

"Hey," he says, sitting up on the bed. "Are you okay?" He notices your face is red and sweaty, and the razor in your hand. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

You hesitate, your cheeks flushing as you consider how to word this.

"Umm… I was trying to shave…" You say, gesturing towards the razor in your hand.

Kylian looks confused.

"…and?" He encourages when you fail to finish your sentence.

You take a deep breath.

"I can't see anything because of my belly so I need your help…"

Kylian stares at you for a second, his eyebrows shooting up in shock.

"Oh."

You feel your cheeks heat up even more as you see realization dawn on him. He looks so shocked and confused and you feel so embarrassed.

"I-I mean if you don't want to help, I understand… It's really embarrassing. I don't expect you to… I just… I couldn't think of anyone else…" You start rambling, your words getting faster and more jumbled the more you speak.

Kylian blinks.

"Wait, wait, wait. I didn't say that at all," he says, frowning. "I'll help, of course. I just wasn't expecting that."

He smiles sheepishly as he takes in your panicked expression.

"Oh, baby… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel so bad." He walks over to you, gently cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing your forehead. His hands drift down to your belly gently caressing. "I'll do it. Of course, I will."

He looks up at you.

"What do you need me to do?"

You exhale in relief.

"Thank you," you breathe leaning your body on him a little, feet aching from your earlier efforts.

"It's not a problem. What do you need me to do?" He asks again.

"I-I think we should go into the bathroom…" You gesture to the bathroom. "I need to sit down… And you'll have to use the razor…"

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry.

"And you'll have to… Look at me…"

Kylian blinks, his mouth curling up in amusement. "Bébé, you do realize I've seen your pussy before right? I did put a baby in there after all."

You nod, blushing.

"I know… But… This feels different… I-I just can't explain it."

Kylian chuckles, shaking his head. You're so cute when you're shy. His beautiful wife. He kisses your forehead gently. "Come on then."

You lead the way into the bathroom, Kylian following you. He closes the door behind him, locking it out of habit. Still a little traumatized from Ethan walking in on you guys last time he stayed over.

You walk over to the shower, and sit down on the stool Kylian had placed there for you two weeks ago. The metal is cold against your ass, but you're grateful for the soothing feeling against your hot skin. You look up at Kylian.

"What now?"

Kylian shrugs.

"Well… You need to open your legs, right? I can't see anything like this." He gestures to the towel between your legs.

You nod, your face heating up as you part your legs for him, lifting one leg and placing it on the side of the bath. You can't help but feel a little self-conscious as you spread your legs for your husband. You know he's seen you naked before. Seen you in even more vulnerable positions. But this still feels weird.

Kylian smiles as he looks at you. He can't help but appreciate the view. Your thighs are smooth and creamy, soft and inviting. Your pussy is bare and wet, your juices dripping out and down your thigh, leaving a sticky trail on your leg. It's so pretty. He wants to lick it. He wants to eat you out.

He swallows, trying not to let his thoughts get away with him.

"So, you want me to shave it?" He asks, trying to distract himself.

You nod.

"Yes please."

Kylian takes a seat on his knees between your legs, looking at you.

"What do you want me to shave off?" He asks. "All of it?"

You nod your head.

"Yes, please." You whisper breathless. The way he's looking so intensely at your pussy is doing something to you. Another downside of your third trimester. The constant horniness.

He nods.

"Okay. I can do that."

He takes the razor out of your hand and leans forward, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh. Your legs shake slightly, but you leave them open for him, giving him full access.

Kylian takes your other leg and lifts it up on the edge of the bath too. Now both your legs are spread, giving him the perfect view. He looks at you, taking in the sight of you spread before him.

You're so pretty.

Your legs spread, pussy exposed for him. You are so pretty. You are so soft and pretty and pink and all his. His pretty baby girl. His wife. God, he wants you.

Kylian leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your pussy lips, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. You feel so sensitive. It's all so intense.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. He wants you so badly. Wants to eat you out and lick you and finger you. Wants to feel you come on his tongue. But he'll be good. You need this.

He licks your pussy lips gently and you gasp.

"K-Kylian," you gasp. "you're supposed to shave, not… Not…"

He smiles as he places one last soft kiss on your pussy lips. Using all his willpower to stop himself from devouring you on this bathroom floor.

"I know, I know… I just needed a little taste." He leans back slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sorry," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to start now," he says, his voice low and soothing. "Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable."

With that, he gets to work. His fingers are tender as he applies the shaving cream, the coolness of it making you shiver. He’s focused, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

He works with a practiced ease, carefully maneuvering around the contours of your belly, the razor gliding smoothly over the skin. You close your eyes, trying to block out the awareness of his closeness.

The sound of the razor and the slight tug of the hair being shaved away are oddly arousing. You feel your pussy throb as he gets closer and closer to your clit.

You're so horny. So turned on by this whole situation.

You shouldn't be. But you're so exposed, so vulnerable. Your pussy spread out on display for him. You feel so embarrassed but so turned on at the same time.

When you stare at his face, you can see that he's concentrating on shaving you, but you can tell he's enjoying this too. The way his tongue is sticking out of his mouth slightly, the way his eyes are fixed on your pussy. He likes this.

And it makes you so horny. Why did you ever deny him this?

You want him to touch you. You want him to eat you out, to kiss you, to finger you. You want him to fuck you.

"Kylian," you say, your voice a whisper. "I'm so horny." You flush as the words leave your mouth. This is really not the time.

You feel his hand pause for a second before he continues shaving. "Let me finish first," he murmurs. "And then I'll take care of you."

You nod, your face flushing.

He finishes up quickly, cleaning up any last hairs. You feel your pussy clench in anticipation of what's to come. You can't wait.

When he’s finished, he gently washes away the excess cream making sure to be very thorough for what was coming next. He couldn't wait to taste you.

He tosses the used razor in the trash and washes his hands before he looks at you, taking in your flushed face and your spread legs. "Do you want me to eat you out?" He asks, his voice low and husky. "Or do you want me to fuck you?" He asks. "You have to decide."

You look up at him, swallowing.

"Eat me out," you whisper. "I want you to eat me out."

Kylian grins, leaning forward, the scent of the aftershave and your arousal exciting him.

"I'll make sure you come for me," he whispers his hot breath hitting your inner thigh. "gonna make you scream my name." He rasps, spreading your legs further apart. He places a kiss on your mound and you sigh as he makes his way down towards your pussy. He licks up your slit, making you moan.

"Mmm," he murmurs, his voice muffled against your pussy. "My horny girl."

You feel him flick his tongue against your clit and you gasp, your hips bucking upwards.

"Oh, fuck Kylian."

And with that, he dives forward disappearing behind your belly. You let out a gasp as you feel his lips wrap around your bundle of never. You can't see him the way he's moving is amazing. The pleasure shoots through you, your legs trembling.

He eats you out with vigor, like a man starved. Someone who hasn't eaten in weeks. Even though he had you this morning. His fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you closer to him, eating you out greedily. His tongue laps at your folds before he flicks your clit with his tongue. You moan, your back arching and your head falling back.

This feels so good. Too good.

You're already close.

You moan his name, your thighs shaking.

"Kylian," you cry out. "Please!"

You feel his smile against your pussy as he continues licking, his tongue circling your clit. He can taste how close you are, your juices running down his chin. You're dripping wet for him. He wants to lap it all up.

He moans into your pussy, his tongue working overtime against your clit, and you feel your orgasm approach.

"Oh, fuck," you moan. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck."

And with that, your orgasm hits you. Like a freight train.

You cry out, your hips bucking upwards, your pussy throbbing against his lips. He laps up your juices as you cum for him, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. You moan, your body shuddering and your thighs quaking.

Kylian laps up your cum as he continues licking you, drawing out your orgasm, hand softly rubbing at your swollen belly. Your baby is kicking now, disturbed by the movements of your body. It makes his heart melt despite the eroticness of the situation. He still can't believe that you're pregnant with his child.

He continues until you can't take it anymore. Your legs shaking and your body shuddering.

He pulls back, his face glistening with your juices. You look down at him, your face flushed and your chest heaving. Kylian smiles, leaning over your belly carefully not to put his weight to place a soft kiss on your lips. You taste yourself on his mouth. He smiles.

"Better?" He asks, his voice husky. His lips swollen from eating you out.

You nod, smiling.

"Yeah. Better." You whisper.

Kylian nods, "Good," he says, standing up and pulling you into his arms carefully of your belly in the way. "Time to shower."

-Bianca🌻

Omgggg I’d love something like angst turned into fluff where Kylian and reader breakup for a while then get back together and before they move to Madrid, she finds out she’s pregnant💗

Rekindled

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You and Kylian have been broken up for months. Then you get a call from Kylian begging for you to meet him.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 3.3k

Warnings! ANGST! They love each other but it hurts, FLUFF

You thought you were over it—over him.

The late-night conversations that lingered like a warm breeze on a summer night, the way his laughter could turn your worst day into something bearable, even the stupid inside jokes that only the two of you found funny.

You told yourself it was just nostalgia, a ghost of what was, not what is.

It had been three months since you and Kylian had parted ways. The breakup was a storm you never saw coming—a whirlwind of emotions, misunderstandings, and words left unsaid. The pain had been unbearable, and even now, the memory of it made your chest tighten.

You had loved him with everything you had, and the loss of him had left a void in your life that nothing seemed to fill.

But life moved on, as it always does. You threw yourself into work, into friends, into anything that could distract you from the ache of his absence. And slowly, ever so slowly, the wound began to heal.

You convinced yourself that you were okay, that you didn’t need him, that you could be happy without him.

You had moved on, or at least that’s what you thought.

Then, out of the blue, he called.

He wanted to talk. To see you. Said he missed you. There was something in his voice—an urgency, a sincerity—that you couldn’t ignore. He was begging, and you had never heard that before. Never heard him so desperate, so broken.

So against your better judgment, you agreed to meet him at the café where you’d had your first date. A place you had avoided for months, afraid that the memories would be too painful.

You chose it. So you couldn't complain.

A small part of you wanted closure where it all started. For him to give you back your heart where he had first stolen it.

You remembered the way he held your hand, the way he looked at you as if you were the only girl in the world, the way he made you laugh.

You took a seat in the same corner you’d occupied that night, waiting for him to show up.

He was late—something he never used to be—but you didn’t mind. You used the time to go over the reasons you were here, the things you wanted to say to him, the things you hoped he’d say to you.

Now, as you waited for him to arrive, doubt gnawed at you. What was the point of reopening old wounds? What could he possibly say that would change anything? Why now?

The sound of the bells ringing pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up, and there he was—Kylian, standing in the doorway, his eyes searching the cafe until they found you.

He walked in, his eyes red. He looked the same, but different. There was a vulnerability in his expression that wasn’t there before—something deeper, more serious.

He walked over to you, his movements measured, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was heavy with the weight of everything that had been left unresolved.

The way he was looking at you, that mix of surprise and something else you couldn’t quite place—was it regret? Or maybe it was just the reflection of your own feelings, mirrored back at you.

You stood there, frozen, as the world around you seemed to blur and fade. It was like someone hit pause on everything except for the two of you. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat a reminder of the emotions you’d spent months convincing yourself you no longer felt.

“Hi,” he finally said, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

“Hi,” you replied, barely above a whisper.

He took a seat across from you, his gaze never leaving yours. “Thank you for coming.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say, unsure of what you were even feeling. The emotions inside you were jumbled up, a mess of happiness and sadness, longing and anger.

He started to say something, but you couldn’t hear him over the roaring in your ears. Your brain screamed at you to walk away, to leave before you got sucked back in.

But your feet refused to move, rooted to the spot as if tethered by an invisible string that connected you to him, no matter how much you tried to sever it.

He reached out, placing his hand on top of yours pulling you out of the trance you were in. The touch sent a rush of electricity through your body, and your breath caught in your throat.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice full of emotion as he tried to give you a small smile. One that was so strained it looked like a grimace. He leaned in, his eyes holding yours.

You hadn’t expected that. Not now, when you’d finally begun to heal. Hadn’t expected him to look so broken. The same hazel eyes that used to light up your day now looked dull, the smile that you loved now barely existing on his lips.

He looked lost. And for a moment, your heart hurt for him. You had thought he had moved on, but now you wondered if he was okay. If he was truly happy.

“Kylian,” you said, your voice shaking as you struggled to find the right words. “We can’t do this-”

“Please, just let me say this,” he interrupted, leaning forward, his expression earnest. “I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even deserve it. But I have to say this, for my sake as well as yours.” He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “I'm so sorry. For walking away when I should have fought for you. For us. I regret every word, every second I wasted. Every stupid thing I did to make you hate me.” He stopped, taking another deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion.

“I thought I was okay without you,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Thought I could just move on and be fine. But every day without you is worse than the one before. I-” He paused, his eyes burning with an intensity you’d never seen. “I need you, [Y/n]. I can’t live without you. I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but I'm begging you to give me one anyway. Please, baby, please. I miss you.”

Tears pooled in your eyes as your heart broke all over again. His words echoed in your mind, replaying over and over until it became a mantra. He needed you.

Did he?

After it's been three whole months since you've even seen each other. Since you've talked. You wonder why he wants to do this now. After all this time. So you ask.

“Why now, Kylian? Why after all this time?” You tried to keep your voice from shaking. But it was too late.

“Because I couldn’t keep lying to myself,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “You're the love of my life Y/N. Tu es mon trésor le plus précieux. I can't live without you, bébé.”

Every word was a punch to the gut, making it hard to breathe.

You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all you saw was sincerity. It was the truth, raw and unfiltered.

And you didn't know how to handle it.

Noticing your hesitation, his face fell. “I’m moving to Madrid,” he continued, his tone filled with both hope and fear. “I want you to come with me. I want to start over, to build a life together. But I can’t do it without you.”

His words hung in the air between you, the promise of a new beginning. Could you really do it? Leave everything behind and start fresh? With him?

You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if you were ready to forgive him. To give him another chance. But you did know that the love you had for him hadn’t disappeared, not really. It was still there, deep down in your heart, waiting to resurface.

Just as you were about to tell him all of this, your phone buzzed in your pocket, making you jump,breaking the spell that had been cast over the two of you. You pulled it out, looking at the screen as a notification popped up.

As you looked at the screen, your breath caught in your throat.

It was an appointment reminder—the one you had been avoiding, the one you had hoped was just a mistake.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he watched you. “What happened? Is everything okay?” Kylian asked, concern evident in his voice.

You hesitated, unsure if you should tell him.

You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You had no idea how to explain, or even if you should.

The phone buzzed again, reminding you that you were running late.

You stood, glancing at Kylian. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

Kylian frowned, his eyes darting to the screen of your phone before returning to yours. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Did I say something? I-” he stopped as you shook your head. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just—” you trailed off, unsure of what to say.

He rose to his feet, his eyes searching yours. “Let me come with you, please, whatever it is, let me be there for you,” he pleaded, his voice full of concern and desperation. He had never seen you look so distress and knew immediatly that whatever it was that was bothering you, he was ready to face it with you. Fight it for you.

You shook your head, feeling the walls closing in on you. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. You were supposed to get closure, maybe find some peace. Instead, you felt more tangled up than ever, the strings of your past pulling you in every direction.

Kylian grabbed your wrist, his grip light. “I’m not going to let you run from me, Y/N. Not this time. I love you. Please don’t shut me out again,” he whispered, his voice cracking as his eyes searched yours for something—anything—to hold onto.

The weight of his gaze was unbearable. You wanted to say yes, to let him be there, to tell him that you loved him too. But the words stuck in your throat.

“Please,” he pleaded, his grip tightening, his eyes burning with an intensity you’d never seen. “Please let me help.”

“Okay,” you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper. The word felt like a weight on your tongue, as if the decision to say it had already changed the course of your life. It will.

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his lips pressed against the top of your head as his arms tightened around you.

“Let’s go,” you said, breaking the embrace.

Kylian nodded, his eyes searching yours. “Where are we going?”

You glanced at your phone, the reminder burning into your brain. “The hospital,” you said, tucking your phone into your pocket.

****

The drive was silent, neither of you sure what to say.

Kylian’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. You didn’t pull away, and instead allowed him to thread his fingers through yours, the familiar warmth of his touch settling into your bones.

He squeezed your hand, his thumb running over the top of your knuckles. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to ease the tension in the air. Enough to let you breathe a little easier.

When you arrived at the hospital, Kylian followed you into the waiting room, his presence steady at your side. You checked in, and the nurse handed you a cup for a sample.

You stood, Kylian’s hand still wrapped around yours. “I need to go to the bathroom,” you told him, pointing to the door.

He nodded, his face serious. “I’ll be right here when you get back.” He tried to keep a brave face but inside he was panicking. Why were you at the hospital?

He knows how much you despise hospitals, so whatever brought you here must be serious. A bitter memory surfaces—he recalls the time you had a fever of 103 and still stubbornly refused to go. Whatever this is, it’s grave enough to drag you to the place you hate most in the world.

Were you sick?

The thought alone made him want to cry. He couldn't lose you. Not again. Not when he still hadn't gotten the chance to put that ring on your finger. The one he bought four months ago, a few weeks before your breakup.

You headed down the hall, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence in the hospital was almost deafening, as if you were the only person there.

As you passed a window, you stopped, looking at your reflection. You looked tired, worn out. And scared.

You were scared.

This was it. The moment of truth. The one thing you had been avoiding. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

You had to do this.

You pushed into the bathroom, taking a seat on the toilet, and peeing into the cup.

Your hands were shaking as you walked out, the cup clutched tightly in one hand.

Kylian was standing by the nurses' station, his phone in his hand as he texted. He looked up as you walked in, his eyes searching yours. “All good?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he noticed the pee in the cup.

You nodded, handing the cup over to the nurse before walking over to him. “Yeah, it’s fine,” you lied, trying to sound confident.

Kylian frowned, his eyes narrowing. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dropping low.

You shrugged, looking away. “Yeah,” you said, the word sticking in your throat. “I’m just-" Before you could say anything else , the nurse called your name telling you that the doctor was ready to see you.

You froze, panic seizing your lungs. “Come this way,” she said, gesturing for the both of you to follow her.

She led you down the hall, stopping at a room on the right. She gestured for you to enter. “Have a seat and the doctor will be right in,” she said before disappearing back down the hall.

You sat down, Kylian taking a seat next to you.

Neither of you spoke, the tension between you thick. You looked at him, and his eyes were filled with questions. Ones he didn’t have the courage to ask.

Your mind was racing, a thousand scenarios playing in your head. None of them good.

The door opened a few minutes later, and a man walked in, his white coat billowing behind him. “Good morning,” he said, his smile friendly. “I'm Doctor Frenette.”

Kylian and you both greeted him, the words sounding hollow.

He pulled up a chair, taking a seat across from you. “Miss [Y/n], you're here because of the test you took last week, correct?” he asked, looking at your file.

You nodded, your mouth dry.

Kylian shifted beside you, his hand reaching out and finding yours. “Well, I'm glad to report that it was indeed positive. The sample you just gave us has been tested and confirms the one you took at home. Congratulations!” Dr. Frenette said, smiling at you.

The words hit you like a ton of bricks, stealing your breath. Positive?

You looked at Kylian, who was staring at you. “Positive for what?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “What’s going on, Y/N?”

You felt your heart stop as he turned to the doctor, his eyes searching the other man's face for answers.

Dr. Frenette's smile was still plastered on his face. “Congratulations, Miss [Y/n], you’re pregnant.”

You heard Kylian’s breath catch, and saw the shock written on his face.

Pregnant.

The word echoed in your mind as your world tilted sideways. Pregnant? Was that possible?

It's been months since you had done anything with Kylian. It's the main reason why you refused to believe the home pregnancy test after all. Surely you would notice by now if something was up. Right? It is your body after all. You're supposed to know.

And yet you didn't.

The doctor started talking, telling you something about ultrasounds, appointments, and prenatal vitamins, but you couldn’t focus on what he was saying. All you could hear was Kylian's ragged breaths in your ear. All you could see was him, his eyes fixed on yours as the news sunk in.

You watched as his face changed, the shock turning into something else—something you hadn’t seen before.

He looked… happy.

You felt your own breath catch as he squeezed your hand, a grin stretching across his face. His eyes met yours, and you saw the tears pooling in his eyes. From the corner of your eye, you see Dr. Frenette leave to give you some privacy.

“Pregnant,” he whispered, the word barely audible. His voice was filled with awe, and it shook with emotion. You stared at him, still trying to process the reality of it. Pregnant. The word felt foreign, like it didn’t belong to you. But the look on Kylian’s face, that raw, unfiltered joy—it made the impossible seem real.

Kylian's hand tightened around yours, anchoring you to the moment. “We’re going to have a baby,” he whispered, his voice trembling as if saying it aloud would make it vanish. “Can you believe it? We’re going to be parents.”

You blinked, the room spinning as you tried to steady yourself. Parents. The word sent a wave of fear crashing over you, mingling with the joy in Kylian’s eyes. This wasn’t how you imagined your life would turn out—not here, not now. Not with everything so uncertain between you two.

“Kylian, I—” you started, but your voice faltered. How could you explain the chaos in your heart, the mixture of fear and hope that tangled together, pulling you in different directions?

But he seemed to understand. He always did. His smile softened, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “We’ll figure it out. Together. I’m not going anywhere this time, Y/N. I’m here, and I’m not letting you do this alone.”

The sincerity in his voice, the sheer determination—it melted something inside you. Tears welled up, and you let them fall, not even bothering to wipe them away. Kylian reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear from your cheek as he cupped your face in his hands.

“You’re going to be an amazing mom,” he said, his voice full of conviction. “And I’m going to be there every step of the way, I promise.”

His words wrapped around you like a lifeline, grounding you in the storm of emotions. You wanted to believe him, wanted to let go of the doubts and fears that clung to you. But a small voice in the back of your mind kept reminding you of the hurt, of the past mistakes, of the possibility that things might not work out.

But as you looked into Kylian’s eyes, saw the hope, the love, and the unwavering support, you felt a flicker of that same hope ignite within you. Maybe, just maybe, this was your chance to start over. To build something new, something stronger, together.

You took a deep breath, nodding as you placed your hand over his on your cheek. “Okay,” you whispered, the word carrying the weight of your fears and the promise of your future. “We’ll do this together.”

Kylian’s smile widened, and he pulled you into a hug, holding you close as if he’d never let go. And for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

-Bianca🌻

Can you make one of you and Kylian the night after his presentation? He’s still on a high after his long happy day so it’s just really passionate romantic sex full of praise

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You and Kylian celebrate his presentation to Real Madrid in your own way

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 5.8k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), romantic sex, multiple orgasms, Kylian being a fool in love,

The heat of his breath lingered on your neck.

You were trying so hard to focus on the story that Kylian's dad was telling but you just couldn't. You could feel his fingers tracing over your thighs and up your back. You could feel him leaning in closer to you. His warm breath was washing over you and you felt like you were going to melt.

You tried to push him away. To keep him from getting too close. To keep him from getting you too worked up in front of his family.

But it was no use.

The tension could be cut with a sword. His touch, light as a feather, sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you. You bit your lip as he started placing small kisses down your neck. His lips hot against your heated skin.

Your breath hitched, and you shifted slightly, hoping to create some distance, but Kylian only took it as an invitation to pull you closer. His hand slid around your waist, a gentle but firm reminder of his presence.

You guys were currently at a restaurant that his mom had rented out to celebrate his first day at Real Madrid. The restaurant was a lavish display of wealth.

Crystal chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the elegantly set tables, their delicate china and polished silverware gleaming under the ambient light. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of gourmet dishes, but you barely noticed it, lost in the storm brewing at your side.

His whole family was in the room, engaged in cheerful conversation and clinking glasses in celebration. They seemed oblivious to the storm that raged between you and Kylian.

You knew you had to stop this. You knew you had to stop him.

But you just couldn't.

Not when he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Not when he was calling you beautiful and perfect and telling you how much he loved you. The words melted you. They were like a key to your soul, and you were powerless against them.

"Kylian," you whispered, keeping your eyes on Wilfried "not here." You tried to sound firm, but your voice betrayed you, coming out weak and breathy.

"I can't help it," he whispered back. His lips were still on your skin and the vibrations made your whole body shiver.

You dared a glance at him, and the intensity in his eyes took your breath away. There was a mischievous glint in them, a silent promise of more to come. His lips were tantalizingly close to your ear, and when he spoke, his voice was a low, husky whisper that sent a thrill coursing through your veins.

“Relax,” he murmured, his words a sultry caress against your ear. “No one’s watching.”

His hand slid lower, and you could feel his fingers slipping under your dress. You shivered as he stroked your bare leg.

You shook your head, trying to clear the haze, but his words echoed in your mind, and your heart raced with anticipation. You could feel the tension building, and you knew that you couldn't stop him. Not this time.

You didn't want to stop him.

You were desperate for it. For him.

For his touch, for his kisses, for his love.

The thought sent a shiver coursing through you and you leaned back into him. Your heart pounded in your chest, a wild, unrestrained rhythm.

Desperate to regain some semblance of control, you forced yourself to focus on Kylian’s dad. He was gesticulating wildly, his voice rising and falling with the excitement of his tale. You latched onto his words, trying to drown out the sensations that threatened to overwhelm you.

“…and then Kylian scored the winning goal,” his dad exclaimed, his face beaming with pride. “It was beautiful! A work of art.”

Your mind automatically turned to Kylian. To the way he’d looked on the field today. The crowd's roar, the flash of cameras, the way he moved with such grace and power. You remembered the pride swelling in your chest as he’d turned to the crowd, a triumphant smile playing on his lips, his eyes seeking yours in the sea of faces.

That moment had felt like it was just for the two of you. Like the world had melted away and all that was left was Kylian.

His smile, his eyes, his lips.

You shivered, remembering the feel of his lips against yours when he'd come off the field. His arms around you, holding you close. You remembered the way he'd looked at you. The way he'd whispered "I love you" into your ear.

You knew what it meant to him to be here. You've seen him fight for every dream he's ever had. Every goal, every trophy, every game won. Every single step he's taken on this journey. And now to be playing for the team he's always dreamed of playing for.

And you were so proud. So proud of of the way he’d carved his name into the annals of football history. Of how hard he worked.

So proud of the person he was. Proud to be his.

You leaned back into his embrace, letting your eyes drift to him, taking in the sharp jawline and the deep set eyes that shone like the sun.

He felt your gaze on him, and he turned to look at you. He was still smiling from his dad's story, but as he met your gaze, his smile faltered, and his eyes grew soft. He studied you for a moment, as if trying to read the unspoken words that danced in the depths of your eyes.

The playful mischief that had sparkled in them was replaced by something deeper, more sincere. His fingers paused their exploration, tracing delicate patterns on your skin, as though he was trying to gauge the rhythm of your pulse.

The world around you seemed to fade into a distant hum. The sounds of laughter and conversation from the gathering guests melted away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of intimacy.

"Thank you," he whispered. His voice was low, rough, filled with emotion. "Thank you for being here with me."

You swallowed hard, trying to process the sudden change.

His words lit your soul on fire. They were simple, yet they cut through the haze of your emotions with startling clarity. You could feel the sincerity in his tone, the raw gratitude that lay beneath his casual demeanor.

Your fingers twitched, and you placed your hand over his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. It was a small, almost imperceptible gesture, but it conveyed volumes—everything you couldn’t quite articulate in words.

"You don’t have to thank me," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the distant clamor of the party. "I wouldn’t be anywhere else."

You felt his gaze on you, like a weight on your skin, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Promise?" he asked. His fingers tightened around your hand, and you felt the pulse in his wrist quicken.

You nodded, your heart skipping a beat.

"I promise," you breathed, your words barely audible over the pounding in your chest.

The corner of his mouth curved upwards, and you saw his chest rise with a deep breath. You watched, captivated by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. The way his lips pressed together, his tongue darting out to lick them.

His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, you felt like you were drowning. Like you were slipping beneath the waves of his love for you. His eyes were so full of warmth and love. They were so soft, so gentle.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking as he spoke. “You make all of this worth it.”

You tried to form words, but none came. Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You gently cupped his face in your hands, guiding him closer until your foreheads touched. His eyes fluttered closed, and you could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

“I love you, Kylian Mbappé” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “More than you know.” Your hands curled into his shirt, your fingers digging into the fabric as you held him closer.

You heard his breath hitch, then he was on you.

His lips brushed against yours in a light, gentle kiss. Everything that had once held significance—his new contract, his presentation, the adoration of millions—faded into insignificance. There was only this.

It was a tender, soft kiss, full of meaning and emotion. It was a promise, a vow, a declaration.

It was Kylian telling you that he loved you. It was him showing you that he needed you. That he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

Kylian pulled back, his breath ragged and labored. He opened his eyes, and you were struck by the depth of his gaze. It was as if he was trying to convey a million different emotions to you, trying to show you that he meant every word.

You let your eyes drift closed, allowing the moment to wash over you.

When you opened them again, you noticed that Kylian’s mom was watching the two of you, her face soft with a knowing smile.

You smiled back at her and she gave you a slight nod before turning back to talking to Ethan.

You looked back at Kylian, who was still watching you. His gaze was still soft, and his eyes still shone with love for you.

You wanted him. You wanted to give him all of your love and affection. You wanted him to know that you were his. Always.

You wanted to feel his hands on your skin, his lips on your neck, his arms around you. You wanted him inside of you, taking you. You wanted to hear him tell you that he loved you, that you were his. That he needed you. You felt the need growing inside of you. Building up to a crescendo.

Kylian could see it in your eyes. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and he wanted it too.

He wanted to pull you into his lap and take you right then and there. He wanted to lift your skirt and pull your panties to the side. He wanted to sink into you, to feel your warmth. He wanted to feel your walls clenching around him, to hear your breath hitch as he filled you. He wanted to feel your lips on his skin, your nails digging into his arms. He wanted to feel your breasts against him, to feel your nipples hardening under his touch.

He wanted all of you.

You both sat there, watching each other, trying to decide what to do. You knew you needed to leave. To take him home. To give him the best night of his life. He nodded as if he knew what you were thinking.

Without a word, you both stood up, leaving your napkins on the table. You both walked over to Kylian’s mom, who looked up at you as you approached.

“Maman,” Kylian said “On va rentrer à la maison.”

Fayza paused, her eyes flickering over both of you with concern. Wondering why you were leaving so early. “Déja?” she asked, voice tinged with worry.

You nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yes, sorry, we're just… really tired.”

Kylian’s lips brushed against your ear again, his chuckle low and wicked. “Liar,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You shot him a warning look, but it was half-hearted at best. You could barely keep from smiling at the slight smirk on his lips. You felt like children that got away with taking cookies from the cookie jar.

His mom looked at you both, her eyes flicking back and forth between you two before realization kicked in.

She gave you a knowing look before looking back at her son with a smirk. “You must have had quite the day,” she teased, “but I guess you deserve it. Go, go. I’m sure the two of you want some privacy.” She winked at the two of you before patting Kylian on the arm. “Enjoy your night, mon amour.” She stood up to give Kylian a hug before giving you a hug as well. “Be safe,” she said, her voice low and playful.

You thanked her mortified and you and Kylian walked away.“We should say goodnight to your family,” you told him, your voice soft.

Kylian nodded and placed a hand on your back, guiding you through the room. He stopped every now and then to hug his family and say goodbye, but he never left your side.

You step out of the restaurant, feeling the cool air hit your flushed skin. You pull in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the city.

It's a mix of smog and people, of food and trash. Of Madrid. Of your new home.

Kylian looks over at you, a smile playing on his lips. "Ready?" He asks, his voice soft.

You nod and he steps forward to open the car door for you. He waits for you to sit before closing the door and going around to the driver's side. As soon as he got into the car, he reached over and took your hand. He brought it to his mouth, kissing your palm.

His fingers traced over your wrist, sending tingles down your spine.

"You've been driving me crazy all night," he whispered, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "Now I'm gonna take you home and fuck you all night. And you're going to love every second of it." He promised, his voice deep and husky. His eyes were full of desire. Full of need.

Your breath hitched at his tone. At the promise of what he was going to do to you tonight. You feel yourself growing wetter, your panties sticking to your skin.

His hand slipped down, his fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress. He tugged it up, exposing your skin to the air. His fingers slipped under, rubbing over your panties feeling how damp they are. He groaned when he felt how wet you were for him. How much you wanted him.

His thumb circled around your clothed clit, making you moan. He leans over and gives your neck a quick kiss, his tongue sliding over your skin.

He pulls away before you can enjoy his touch. You whimpered at the loss of contact. He chuckled as he put the car in drive.

He pulled out of the parking lot and into the streets of Madrid.

The city lights of the festive city flickered past the windows, painting fleeting golden strokes across the interior.

Kylian’s gaze remained on the road, but his hands remained on your thigh, rubbing the skin he had access to. His touch sent heat through your body, warming you to your core. You squirmed under his touch, the fabric of your panties chafing against your clit.

You wanted him inside you now.

When the car finally came to a stop outside your apartment, you practically jumped out the car making Kylian chuckle at your obvious desperation.

The elevator ride up to your floor was torturous. Kylian stood close behind you, his breath warm against your neck. His arms were wrapped around your waist, body pressed against yours. His cock was hard, pushing into your back as he leaned in and nipped at your neck. You shivered as he breathed hotly against your skin, making you melt in his arms.

"Kylian, please." You whimpered, arching into his touch. He leaned back slightly and smirked down at you.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby." The words were a seductive promise, his voice low and husky.

You barely had time to process his words before you were at your door. Your fingers fumbled with the keys, your hands trembling slightly. You heard Kylian laugh behind you, his chest vibrating against your back. You felt his hands cover yours as he took the keys from you. He quickly unlocked the door and pulled you inside.

As soon as the door closed, he had you against the wall. His mouth was on yours, devouring your lips. He kissed you like you were air and he was drowning. Like he needed this kiss to survive. His lips were hot against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours.

His fingers gripped the nape of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He licked into your mouth, sucking on your tongue. Making you moan into the kiss. He was greedy and desperate and you matched him kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke.

Without breaking the kiss, his hands slid under your ass, lifting you off the ground and he began to lead you towards the bedroom. You wrapped your legs around him, clinging to him as he carried you.

He stopped in the middle of the room and slowly lowered you down. He pressed another kiss to your mouth, pulling back when he was sure you were steady. Kylian pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. You felt his hot breath against your face. His eyes were wild, burning with hunger.

He pulled back a little bit to look down at you. He licked his lips, his eyes raking over your clothed body. His fingers hooked around the straps of your dress, pulling them down your arms. He pushed the fabric down, revealing your nudity to him. He groaned at the sight, his eyes drinking you in.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered, his voice full of reverence. His fingers trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "And all mine."

You stood in front of him, completely naked. His eyes devoured every inch of you. He drank in your body like you were a glass of cool water on a hot summer day. His eyes were full of need. Of want.

He moved forward, his chest pressing against yours. He cupped your face between his hands and kissed you, his lips gentle against yours. His tongue traced over your lips, asking for permission to enter. You opened your mouth and he slipped inside. This kiss was sweet and slow.

His hands slid down your body, pulling you closer to him by your hips. You felt his hard cock press against your stomach through his clothes.

You moaned into his mouth and he smiled against your lips.

"Kylian, please," you gasped out when he pulled away for a breath. "I need you inside me."

He nodded and turned you around to face the bed pushing you gently onto it. He leaned over you, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the fabric of his clothes brush against your naked skin. You moaned at the sensation.

He ran a hand up your torso and over the curve of your breast. His other hand slid between your legs, cupping your pussy.

"You're so fucking wet," he groaned out, his fingers teasing over your lips. You whined, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Is this all for me?"

"Always." You panted out, arching into his touch.

He pushed two fingers inside you. His other hand found your nipple, pinching it roughly. You gasped out a moan, your body jerking on the bed.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot. Your walls clenched around him, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your whole body was on fire. His name tumbled from your lips like a prayer, a plea.

You were already so close. You were so worked up from the dinner that it wouldn't take long for you to cum. You were aching to orgasm.

Kylian leaned over and nipped at your neck as he fucked you with his fingers. Your thighs shook as his fingers sped up. You moaned out, your body trembling.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, baby."

He said the words against your neck, his hot breath sending tingles through your body. His fingers sped up, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing circles into your sensitive skin. His teeth sank into your skin, biting down lightly.

You felt the orgasm build in your belly. Your body shook under his touch, your head falling back against the pillow. He took that moment to claim your mouth in a kiss, his tongue sliding in and swallowing your moan.

You came on a cry, your body shaking under his touch. You felt the warmth spread through you like a fire. Your body convulsed around his fingers, milking the orgasm from you. He didn't stop his movements until you were done. Until your body was boneless and exhausted.

He pulled back, his fingers slipping from you. He brought them to his mouth, licking your taste off them. His eyes burned with hunger as he looked at you.

"You taste so good, baby." He said, his voice deep. His hands quickly undid his belt and he pulled his pants down his thighs.

He pulled his cock out, stroking himself while he looked at you. You licked your lips, watching him touch himself. His fingers were wrapped around the base of his cock, his fist pumping up and down the length.

"Kylian," you breathed out, reaching for him. He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Want you in my mouth." He groaned at your words, his hand slowing.

"Yeah? Want to suck my cock? Wanna be my good girl?"

You nodded, your face burning at his words as you got up from the bed and got on your knees for him. You licked your lips again looking up at him and he chuckled, the sound deep in his throat.

"Go ahead baby, show me how you suck my cock."

You sat up, your mouth watering at the sight of him. Thick, long. He walked closer to you, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips. You licked the head, tasting the precum that leaked from him. He tasted like soap and skin. Like Kylian.

His hips jerked at the sensation, a groan slipping from his lips. His hand curled in your hair and he tugged your head back. He looked down at you with wild eyes, his breathing heavy. His lip was bitten raw.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." He breathed out, his hand running through your hair.

He leaned forward and pushed his cock into your mouth. His eyes never left yours as he did, his pupils blown out. Your mouth was stretched wide around him, your tongue licking at the underside. He held himself in your mouth for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock, making him groan out.

He pulled out of your mouth and thrust back in, setting a rhythm. Your lips were tight around him, your tongue licking over his length. He moaned out, his fingers tightening in your hair. Your hands went to his thighs, feeling his muscles clench under your fingers.

"Fuck baby," he panted out. "You're so fucking good at this." He moaned out.

His hand slid around your jaw and tipped your head back. You looked up at him through your lashes as he fucked your face. His eyes burned into your, pouring out all his love.

"You're so beautiful, baby. So gorgeous." He whispered over the sound of you chocking on his cock. "Love you."

The words were barely audible from where you were but they made your heart flutter in your chest. You hummed around him, trying to tell him you loved him too.

His cock pulsed inside you and you knew he was close. He sped up his pace, fucking your mouth harder. Your throat worked around him, your tongue licking at his length.

He groaned, his thighs tensing. He was getting close, his balls drawing up tight to his body. You sucked him harder, swirling your tongue over the head and licking at the tip.

His hand tightened in your hair and he pushed into your mouth one last time before cumming. You swallowed him down, moaning around him. His hand fell to the bed as he shook through his orgasm, his cock still twitching in your mouth.

He pulled out of you, his cock leaving you with a pop, his breathing harsh. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with need. With hunger.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You tasted him on your lips and swallowed his taste down.

He pulled back, his lips swollen from your kiss. His eyes were still dark with want.

"You look so fucking good on your knees for me," he whispered. "So beautiful."

You blushed under his praise, looking away.

He leaned back over, pulling you up to stand in front of him. His fingers traced over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Bed," he commanded, his voice soft. You nodded and he pushed you backwards onto the mattress. He followed you down, pressing between your legs. He leaned up over you, bracing his arms on either side of your head.

"Je t'aime tellement." He said, his voice soft. His eyes burned into you, looking deep into your soul. "Mon ange," He whispered, his lips brushing over yours.

He kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours. You felt like you were floating. Like you were in the clouds and nothing could touch you.

He pulled back, looking down at you. His eyes were soft, full of love and adoration. He leaned down and gave your a quick kiss, his hands sliding under your back. He lifted you up, pressing you closer to him.

"I need you, baby. Need you so badly."

His hands ran down your back, cupping your ass. He lifted your legs, hooking them around his waist.

He settled between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your slit. You moaned, your eyes fluttering closed. You were still sensitive from earlier but you wanted him inside you so badly.

"Kylian," you whined, your voice needy.

"Yeah baby," he groaned out, his hips jerking. "gonna give it to you."

His hand slid between your legs, his fingers teasing over your pussy. His thumb pressed against your clit, making you cry out. His other hand gripped your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin.

His lips pressed against your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth. His teeth sank into your skin and you cried out, your head falling back against the pillow.

"Kylian, please," you gasped out, your voice needy. "Please, please."

"Yeah, baby," he groaned out, his lips traveling to your ear. "Please what?"

You whimpered, your hips jerking under him. Your head felt fuzzy, the sounds around turning muffled. You were high on the pleasure he was giving you. "Please." You whined out, voice breathy, full of need.

He laughed against your neck, finally taking pity on you. Looking down he lined his cock up with your entrance, pushing into you slowly never taking his eyes away from the sight of the two of you becoming one.

You gasped out at the sensation, your walls clenching around him. His hips stilled, waiting for you to adjust to his size. His head dropped into the crook of your neck, the feeling of your tight gummy walls squeezing around him too good. "Fuck," he moaned out. "Feels so good, baby. So tight."

You whined out, your hands trailing down his back. You dug your nails into his skin, making him shiver. His hips finally moved, pulling out of you before sliding back in.

A groan escaped your lips at the movement, your hands moving to grip his shoulders. His lips moved to yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue slid between your lips, stroking over yours.

His hips started moving faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you that only he could reach. Your hips jerked up, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Kylian," you whined out, your voice needy. "Feels so good."

"Yeah, baby," he groaned out, his voice deep. "Moan for me. Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

His hand gripped your thigh, pulling your leg up higher. His eyes were full of adoration as he looked down at you. He thrust into you harder, his cock sliding deeper. You gasped out at the feeling, throat raw and sore from having him in your mouth earlier.

He settled his weight against yours and leaned forward, his mouth brushing over yours.

"You feel so good," he said, his voice breathy. "So wet and tight around me."

The sound of your wet pussy taking him echoed through the room, the sounds making you blush.

You whined out as he continued to pump into you. He kissed you again, his lips soft against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, your flavor filling your mouth.

His hips started to jerk, his thrusts becoming less steady. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper.

Your hands trailed down his back, your nails digging into his skin. You were getting close, his cock hitting your G-spot every time. Your walls clenched around him, milking him. His hips stuttered against you, his groan deep in your ear.

"Close," you gasped out, your voice needy. "I'm so close, Kylian."

He nodded, his eyes locked on yours. His hips moved faster, drilling you into the sheets under you. Your walls clenched around him, your legs jerking. "Me too baby," he moaned out, his lips brushing over yours. "Gonna come for me?"

His hand moved between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. His thumb rubbed over your clit as he bottomed out inside you. Your head fell back, a scream of his name leaving your lips. Your pussy spasmed around his cock, your walls squeezing tight. Your legs shook, your hands digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck," he grunted out, his cock pulsing inside you. "come with me, baby." He commanded, his voice deep in your ear.

You moaned out, your pussy clenching tighter. Your hips jerked, your hands gripping his shoulders. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher, your body heating up. You felt yourself on the edge of orgasm, your toes curling as it washed over you. You cried out, your walls clenching around him. You felt his hips stutter before he came inside you. His cum filling you up.

His hips moved slowly, dragging out the pleasure. Finally, he stilled, his head dropping to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He sucked the skin between his teeth, leaving a bruise on your skin. You both lay there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being joined together. You let your hand trail down his arm, feeling goosebumps break out over his skin

"Mmm," he hummed out. "Good baby. Such a good girl."

You moaned out, your hands sliding up his back. You pulled him back, looking up at him. "I love you Kylian," you said, your voice soft. "Love you so much."

"I love you too baby," he said, his voice soft. "Thank you for being mine." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. His eyes were soft, full of love and adoration.

You smiled up at him, your fingers tracing over his face. His hands slid down your arms, holding you to him. He rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms. You snuggled in close to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms held you tight, keeping you close to him.

His hand trailed down your arm, his lips pressed against your forehead. "I'm so lucky to have you," he said, his voice soft. "Could never imagine being with anyone else."

You smiled, "I'm so proud of you," you said, your voice soft. "You gently brushed a drop of sweat away from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his cheek. "You've achieved so much, and you still remain the sweetest, most humble person I know. I'm so proud of the man you are."

Kylian's eyes glistened with emotion as he gazed down at you. "It's because of you," he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. "Because of the support you give me. Every step of the way, it's been you."

You felt a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, your eyes welling up with tears. "I just want you to be happy," you whispered, leaning in to press your lips against his in a tender kiss. "To see you succeed, to see you smile—that's all I need."

Kylian's grip tightened around you, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear. "Your happiness is my priority too," he whispered, his breath warm against your temple. "Every goal I score, every match I play, it's all for you."

You nestled closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you. The room was quiet, the only sounds being the soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of Madridian life outside.

Kylian's fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Do you remember our first date?" he asked suddenly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "The one where I spilled wine all over your dress?"

You laughed softly, the memory vivid in your mind. "How could I forget? I thought you were going to faint from embarrassment."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I was so nervous. I wanted everything to be perfect."

"It was perfect," you assured him, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "Not because of what happened, but because I was with you."

His eyes softened, the corners crinkling with a smile. "You always know just what to say," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You make everything better."

You reached up, cupping his cheek in your hand. "And you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world," you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. "Every day with you is a gift."

Kylian leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of love and contentment.

As you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling. "Let's stay like this forever," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Just you and me."

"Okay," he agreed, his voice a solemn promise. "Always."

You smiled, your eyes drifting closed. You felt his lips press against your forehead. "Goodnight baby," he whispered out, his voice soft.

"Goodnight Kylian," you whispered back, your voice soft.

You both fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. Two humans in love, ready to face whatever the future held for you in this festive city of Madrid.

-Bianca🌻