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Cast

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

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

Maila Moreno- 21

Kylian Mbappé- 25

Louisa Lopez- 22

Briana Musa - 21

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

Prologue

Kylian

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

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

Forever my heart.

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

PAIRING: Kylian Mbappé x female photographer reader

Word Count: 90K

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

Yours Truly, Bianca🌻

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

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

Series: Forever my heart

Prologue

Un

Deux

Trois

Quatre

Cinq

Six

Sept

Huit

Neuf

Dix

FOOTBALLER MASTERLIST

Warning!  Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+).

Note: I decided to make a list for all my writings. Hope you like it. I might add more people as I go.

Yours Truly, Bianca🌻

Concepts & Blurbs

Kylian Mbappé

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Virgil Van Dijk

Jude Bellingham

Erling Haaland

Series:

Forever my heart (K.M)

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☠️💕

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

Suspicions

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

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kylian knows you better than anyone.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.4k

Warnings! Fluff, slight angst, unexpected pregnancy,

Kylian knows you.

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

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

He knows you.

Lately, though, something's changed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, he's sure now.

He takes a deep breath and approaches you.

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

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

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

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

"What is it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two pink lines—two lines that changes everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you know everything will be alright.

-Bianca🌻

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

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

I hope you understand.

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

Stay safe and take care of yourself 💛

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

Mbappe x reader where haaland tries hitting on reader and mbappe gets jelly ?? Fluffy and sweet 😇😇😇

Jealousy, Jealousy

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — The one where Kylian gets jealous.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.5k

Warnings! Fluffity FLUFF, tiny bit of angst (just a smidge), Swearing (barely), Love bomb.

Kylian doesn't get jealous.

At least that's what he's telling himself as he stands by the snack table watching Erling Haaland flirt with you.

He knew he had no right to be. After all, it wasn't your fault that he wasn't man enough to ask you out. But that didn't stop the green-eyed monster from possessing him.

It should be him.

Him making you laugh, whispering in your ear, holding your hand. If only he had the courage to talk to you. But how could he? You were so out of his league.

You look beautiful, wearing a green dress, the silk hugging your curves in all the right places. Your skin glows radiantly under the soft glow of the chandelier, accentuating your beauty. The emerald shade of the dress compliments your eyes, making them shine even brighter, even from all the way he's standing.

You're beautiful.

His grip tightens around his wine glass as he watches you tip your head back in laughter at something he says. His eye nearly twitches when he sees Haaland place his palm on your shoulder, almost caressing you. It should be him.

And it will be.

Taking one last swing of his champagne, he clears his throat and marches over.

"So, what are you doing after this."He overhears Haaland ask once he's close enough.

"Um..."

"Y/N." His breath hitches as you turn around, your usual smile lighting up your face, melting his heart. He swears he almost faints when you reply to him in that soft, sweet voice of yours, the sound sending shivers down his spine.

"Hey, Kylian."

He has to take a moment to compose himself, subtly wiping his moist palms on the pants of his suit. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" From the corner of his eye, he sees Haaland stiffen at him being here, clearly threatened by his presence. And the thought brings a small satisfying smirk to his face.

"Yeah, sure. Um, Erl, can you excuse me for a second." He hates the way you have a nickname for him. But his heart flutters at how polite you are.

You were by far the kindest most gentle person he had ever met in his life. Even on your worst day, you still managed to show kindness and compassion towards people. The good and the bad. It's why he fell and continues to fall in love with you every day.

Now, if only he could say that out loud.

I will. He thinks to himself, determined.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about." You ask once you guys are away from the crowd, tucked in a little corner beside the chocolate truffles. He watches with amusement as you grab one and stuff it into your mouth. Completely unapologetic.

Another thing he loved about you. You're never afraid to be yourself, but not in a weird way. In a way that makes people comfortable around you.

He remembers the day he first met you. At this children's charity football match that you were helping organize. His manager had asked him to surprise the kids after many of them expressed their wish to meet him. And he had agreed.

Little did he know.

He was dribbling the ball, showing off a bit for the kids, when he spotted you across the field. You were there, cheering like crazy, smile shining brighter than any stadium light he had ever seen. You were a sweaty mess, hair tangled and sticking to your forehead, surrounded by kids. But you didn't seem to care.

And for a moment he felt like the universe paused.

It's been two years since then, but his heart still skips a beat every time he sees you, thinks about you. You're like a drug that he can't get enough of. Getting high every time he takes a hit.

Now you guys are friends, have been since that day. But he wants more. More of you.

He knows that risking the friendship you have built is risky, but he can't ignore this anymore. No matter what happens, he's glad he's had you in his life.

Besides, the worst you can say is no. Right?

With a deep breath, he musters all the strength in his body, feeling like his knees are about to give out from under him. "Y/N," He starts his voice shaking slightly, "I've been thinking..." The rest of the sentence dies in his throat as he looks into your eyes.

Fuck.

Just say it, Kylian.

Your curiosity grows as you wait for him to continue. The bright light of the chandeliers above seems to dim around you, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of his vulnerability.

You furrow your brow when you notice his hands visibly shaking, now a bit concerned by his serious tone and nervous behavior. "Kylian, what's going on? You're starting to worry me."

The way you're looking at him takes his breath away, so much warmth in your eyes and something else, and he can't stop himself from blurting it out.

"I love you."

Time stops. You blink, processing his words, as the words hang heavy. Kylian's heart pounds in his chest as he waits for your response, palms clammy with fear. The silence stretches on, leaving him feeling insecure and exposed.

The vulnerability in his eyes tugs at your heartstrings. And you put him out of his misery.

Without saying a word, you lean in and kiss him. It's slow and passionate, a culmination of all the emotions that have been building between you. You taste of chocolate and champagne , a sweet intoxicating combination that leaves him craving for more.

So he takes. Deepening the kiss, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. The world around you fades away as you both lose yourself in the moment, savoring every sensation.

The kiss speaks volumes, confirming what words alone cannot express—your love for him too.

It lasts for a minute but feels like an eternity, as if time has stopped just for the two of you. When you finally pull away, you both are left breathless, your hearts pounding in sync.

The intensity of it all lingers in the air, crushing you under the weight of your newfound bond.

It's a feeling neither of you want to forget.

"I love you too." You whisper softly, your voice barely audible amidst the background chatter

Kylian is speechless as he looks into your eyes, his crinkling with how wide he's smiling. Then he's kissing you again, this time with more fervor. And you lose yourself in him, the taste of him, the feel of him.

Him.

Your back hits the wall and you snap back to reality, realizing where you are. The last thing you wanted was for this private moment between you to become front-page news tomorrow.

You're hidden by the large curtains that surround the secluded corner of the room, but you don't want to risk someone seeing you.

"Kylian," you mumble breathlessly, breaking away from the kiss. But he won't let you, going back for more. You almost melt into it but the sound of footsteps approaching causes a surge of panic to rush through your veins. And you push him away.

Kylian looks at you with confusion and concern, a bit hurt, but when Erling Haaland rounds the corner, he quickly understands.

"Y/N! Y/N. There you are. Where did Kylian g-?" Erling's voice trails off as he takes in the scene before him. Your lipstick is smudged and your hair is disheveled, and Kylian stands a few steps away from you with red-stained lips.

Kylian steps forward, a smug expression on his face as he stares at Erling. Erling's eyes flicker between the two of you, his confusion turning into a smirk. "Well, well, well," he says teasingly. "Looks like you've finally done it."

Kylian's slight smirk turns into a frown and he crosses his arms defensively. "Done what?" he asks, his tone defensive. Erling chuckles and nods towards you. "Ms, girl over there has been crushing on you forever," he replies, a playful glint in his eyes as his eyes fall on your cowering form. "Erling, I love him but I don't know how to tell him." He does an exaggerated high-pitched imitation of your voice and your face flushes with embarrassment as you avoid making eye contact with Kylian.

"Stop." You reach over and playfully swat Erling's arm, trying to hide your embarrassment with a smile. Kylian watches the whole interaction with a smile. Kylian's smile widens, and he takes a step closer to you. "You love me." He singsongs, placing a soft peck on your lips.

Erling gags beside you causing you both to giggle.

Kylian shouldn't get jealous. Because you were his all along.

-Bianca🌻

love love LOVE thew writing with kyky and erl

A/N Aw! Thank you so much. It means a lot to hear that. I'm still pretty new to publishing my writing so this is a huge compliment. 💛😊

-Bianca🌻

Kylian Mbappe taking her to his home in Monaco and fucking her over the balcony.

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Your trip to Monaco takes an unexpected twist.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.7k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight voyeurism.

If someone had told you three weeks ago that you would have met Kylian Mbappé at a club while visiting Monaco, you would've asked for some of the weed they were smoking.

But as you stumble through the doors of his bills, lips smacking together, as his hands grip your hips. You know that you definitely need some weed.

"Fuck," You breathe against his lips, hands gripping tighter at the fabric of his shirt as you get lost in the feeling of kissing him. He squeezes your ass at the sound, and you feel him smirk against your lips.

He presses his body against yours, and you feel his cock harden through his jeans. You moan at the feeling of him pressing into you, and he groans.

His hands slide up to your chest, cupping it, fingers teasing over your nipples. He pulls away from your lips, trailing kisses down your neck. "Putain, I want you so bad." He breathes against your ear, and you shiver.

"Have me." you say, voice low and husky. He smiles against your skin, and you feel his cock twitch against you through his pants. "Fuck me." You moan as he bites down on the side of your neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

It's like he's trying to possess you. Mind, body, and soul. And you love it. You crave it. You need it.

It all started three weeks ago when your friend invited you over to stay at her house in Monaco for a month while you got over your breakup. You and your boyfriend had been together for two years and even moved in together when you caught him in bed with someone else.

That's why you were at the club that night, to drink your sorrows away, yet again. But then he approached you.

He was charming and charismatic, with a magnetic aura that drew you in instantly. And in desperate need of a vent, you spilled everything to him. He listened which surprised you. After all, he's Kylian Mbappé, why would he.

Then he dropped the bomb. He wanted to be your rebound while you were staying in Monaco. He was on a break and you were heartbroken. Why not have a little fun. And ever since you have been.

Every night.

He growls, and you feel that twitch again. "Fuck me." You repeat, your voice even more husky than before. He moans at the sound of your voice, and your knees almost give out. Such a beautiful sound. And you thank the heavens for allowing you to hear it. Like melting chocolate, it wraps around you, igniting a fire within.

A fire you want to be consumed in.

"Please," you beg, your voice whiny and airy, pleading. "I-" His lips crashed down on yours, cutting off any words you wanted to say. His tongue slips into your mouth and you feel yourself melt into him. He pulls away after a few seconds, leaving you panting and wanting more.

"Upstairs?." His voice is low, sensual, dripping with lust and the pool of arousal between your thighs becomes an ocean. You nod, and he yanks you to him, whispering a quick 'jump' before the two of you are on your way to the bedroom.

The hallways are dark, and you wonder how Kylian hasn't run into anything. You can't see, only hear. The sound of heavy breathing, shoes hitting marble floors, a door opening.

And then you're in his bedroom, and all you can think about is him. His warm hands on your skin, his lips trailing kisses along your neck, his intoxicating smell.

Your hands fly to his belt buckle, fumbling with it as he lifts you onto the bed. It takes a few tries because you're too excited, and for some reason that makes the experience all the more enthralling.

When you finally manage to undo his belt, you pull the zipper down slowly. He groans as you push his pants down, pulling them along with his boxers. His cock springs free, standing tall and proud. The first time you saw it you were shocked, jaw to the floor. It's bigger than you thought, and you couldn't help but stare.

He smirks at you, knowing exactly what you're thinking. "tu le veux?" he asks, running his hand along the length of his shaft. You nod, unable to speak, not even understanding what he just said but willing to do whatever he wants.

Your body, his choice.

He steps forward, and you watch as his cock gets closer and closer to your face. somehow, it's thicker up close, veins running along it, just begging for attention. You lick your lips. "Then show me how much you like it," he whispers.

And you pounce. Like a starving lioness stumbling on fresh prey.

You lean forward, wrapping your lips around his cock, sucking gently. He moans, his hand involuntary coming up to tangle in your hair. You hum around his cock, moving your head back and forth. You feel him get harder and it makes you smile around his cock.

He tastes so good, salty and musky, and you love it. You suck harder, your lips gliding up and down his shaft. You can feel him starting to thrust, his hips pushing into your face. You take it all in, loving every second.

"Putain, comme ça" He encourages, voice hoarse from all his moaning. You take him deeper, until you feel the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You gag a little but don't stop. "Fuck, bébé- Oh, merde! w-wait." he stutters, pulling your head back.

You look up at him questioningly and he smiles down at you. "I want to try something." he simply says, taking your hand in his, helping you off the floor, and dragging you towards the balcony.

You look at him questioningly, but he just grins and pushes you out onto the balcony. You gasp, surprised by the sudden change in scenery. The night air is cool against your skin, the thin fabric of your dress doing nothing to defend you from the weather, and you can see the city lights below.

"What are we doing here?" you ask confused, eyes widening when you see him step out from behind you fully naked.

"Do you trust me?" he asks and the answer is instant. Yes. "Good. Because I want to fuck you here," he whispers sensually, stepping closer to you, in all his glory.

Your skin flushes from both his words and the sudden warmth his body brings you. "Okay." the magic word. He smiles, and then he's all over you, hands sliding to the hem of your dress to take it off you.

You lift your arms willingly, letting him strip you bare, and then he's kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. His hands roam over your body, caressing you everywhere, making you squirm with pleasure.

His cock is pressing against your lower stomach and you're dripping down your thighs.

He breaks the kiss, and looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You sure you want this?" he asks gaze softening as he takes in the subtle vulnerability in yours. But your eager nod tells him everything he needs to know.

In one quick move he's turning you around and pushing you against the railing, ass pointed towards him.

You feel his hand on your thighs, spreading them apart and you feel warmwethot. You nearly scream at the feeling of his tongue sliding between your lips, licking you from clit to hole.

"Shhh, you're gonna wake my neighbors," he teases, and then he's licking you again. You can feel his tongue probing your hole, and it feels so good.

His tongue is everywhere; licking, sucking, nibbling. "Oh fuck, Kylian!!" You scream, and he chuckles against you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in hypnotizing circles.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, body shaking from the force of it. He doesn't stop though, continuing to lick and rub your clit until your quivering mess, hips bucking away from sensitivity.

"Oh my god." You breathe, trying to catch your breath. "you're so good at that."

"I aim to please," he says, giving both your ass cheeks a kiss before standing up and placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. You feel the wetness of your arousal that's covering his face against your skin and shiver.

You want him. Now.

His cock presses up against your ass and feel another kiss placed on your shoulder. "ready." he mutters against your skin, nibbling on the nape of your neck.

"Yes." It's breathless and needy and all the conformation he needs. He positions himself and then he's pushing inside. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, still not used to the size of him, but it feels so good. Pleasure and pain.

He fills you up, stretching you in all the right ways and you know tomorrow it will ache. It always does. But you don't care. Dirty, needy slut that you are. But only for him.

He starts to move, his hips grinding against yours, and you can already feel his cock hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "Oh, shit!"

"So fucking tight, putain." He grabs your hips, holding you still as he pounds into you, cock sliding in and out easily, making an embarrassingly wet squelching noise that makes you blush.

You wonder if anyone can see you. If so, you hope they enjoy the view. The thought brings you closer to the edge, and you can feel your second orgasm building. "F-faster, please! please Kylian. I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah, you gonna cum for me." You nod throwing your head back onto his shoulder "Good, girl. T'aime ça! Come for me."He picks up the pace, his cock slamming into you harder and faster.

Your pussy clenches around him and his eyes roll back, head dropping from the pleasure. This is heaven, and she's an angel, he thinks.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum too!" He groans, cock pulsating violently inside you. "come for me," you beg and he does. Slipping out, to spill his cum all over your back. "shit, shit, shit!"

"Holy shit," you mumble, voice hoarse from all the screaming, collapsing onto the balcony, the metal freezing against your skin, but you're too exhausted to move.

"You okay?" he asks, kissing your shoulder. "Yeah." You reply with a sigh.

"That was...intense." He chuckles, pulling up to lean on his chest. Then in one swift movement, he's picking you up bridal style to carry you back inside. "But we're not done."

-Bianca🌻

Are you ever still on tumblr?

Hey everyone!

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

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

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

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

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

With love,

Bianca 🌻

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🌻

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

Safeword

Masterlist

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

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriend!Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.7k

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

The night started off well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was amazing until it wasn't.

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

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

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

That’s when you panicked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were starting to relax until he spoke up again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he caught you peeking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Bianca🌻

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

Together, Always

Masterlist

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

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriend!Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.7k

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

It's been three days.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you're running.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn't say anything.

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

*********

The days since then had been quiet.

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

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

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

It feels like you're in a nightmare.

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

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

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

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

And now that's been taken away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

*********

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

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

“Hey. I miss you.”

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

“I miss you too.”

He sends another text immediately after.

“I'm sorry.”

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

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

There's another pause before he sends another text.

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

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

“Okay.”

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

“See you soon.”

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

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

The answer lies with Kylian.

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

You want to hear that you're his everything.

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

Hope that he's ready to try.

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

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

You're ready for this. Ready for anything.

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

He looks like hell.

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

He steps forward, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In his arms. With him. Forever.

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

-Bianca🌻

I was in need for some Kylian writings lately, thank you for fullfilling my needs 👑

I live to serve 😉

hey babes x breeding kink w mbappé? 😊😇

Baby

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Your husband wants a baby

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.5k

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

You could feel his gaze from across the room, boring into your skin as you desperately tried to focus on your conversation with Fayza but it was impossible.

Your husband is insatiable.

Ever since you told him you wanted to try for a baby, he's been sticking to you like glue. Following you around, not wanting you out of his sight, practically like a second skin.

You shift in your seat and wince a little, the soreness between your thighs a reminder of what happened just before you got here. "Are you alright?" Fayza asks, noticing your discomfort.

"Yeah, just a cramp. I'm fine." She stared at you for a second longer before accepting your explanation. But you know she knows. How could she not, with the way Kylian was practically undressing you with his eyes, from his spot on the couch.

Speak of the devil.

"Mom, I think it's time that Y/N and I go. It's getting late and I have training tomorrow." You feel his palm on your shoulder, hot and heavy. You feel his hands slide across your shoulders to grip the back of your neck, and you shudder.

Fayza frowns slightly, her lips pursing together in thought. "Alright dear, make sure Y/N rests her feet." She smiles at you both, before returning to her conversation with Ethan .

Kylian's hand tugs you to your feet, his touch burning hotter than a brand. You feel his hand slide down your arm and over your waist, until it comes to rest on your hip. You can feel his cock pressed up against your ass, already hard. He leans down to kiss you softly on the cheek, his breath dancing across your skin. "Shall we?" He purrs.

You nod, feeling your pussy clench around nothing as you follow him out of the house. He guides you to the car and opens the door for you, his smile lighting up the night.

You feel a little flutter in your stomach, you love when he's like this. He always goes out of his way to be the best husband ever, especially since you've told him you want a baby.

He helps you into the car, before sliding behind the wheel.

"I had fun tonight," he says, glancing over at you as he reverses out of the driveway. "You are stunning. Je suis un sacré veinard." He smiles softly, and your heart melts.

"I had fun too," you say, reaching out to brush your fingers across his hand. His palm curls around yours and he squeezes lightly, wedding band catching the moonlight. "I'm lucky to have you too."

You lean over to kiss his cheek and he smiles softly at you, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. You feel him trace your jaw and move down your throat, until it comes to rest on the top of your collarbone. "You're perfect," he murmurs, his thumb running across the collar of your dress.

You whimper quietly, heat building in your core as you feel your pussy get wet. "I can't wait to get you home," he says, his voice low and rough. Your pussy clenches around nothing again, and you feel a rush of excitement at the promise in his voice.

The ride home is a blur. You can't focus on anything except for the way he keeps touching you. His hand moves up and down your thigh, occasionally dipping under your skirt to rub your inner thigh.

He's playing dirty tonight.

By the time he pulls into the driveway, you're panting, desperate for his touch. You hear the car door open and his hand is on your elbow, helping you out of the car.

His arms slide around your waist, pulling you against him as he kisses you. He's soft and sweet, but you know this won't last long. He'll be rough soon, he's been holding back for too long. Even though he had you a couple of hours ago.

His hand slides down to grip your ass and he lifts you, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

His lips never leave yours as he carries you into the house, his steps quick and determined. The moment the front door closes behind you, he presses you against it, his mouth devouring yours. You feel his tongue slide in your mouth, his fingers digging into your ass as he grinds against you.

He pulls away from you for a second, and you gasp for air, your heart pounding in your chest. He kisses you softly, his hands running over your body in a gentle exploration. "Mon trésor," he murmurs. "You're going to make such a good mom."

You melt a little more at his words, his praise always makes you feel good.

He smiles as you flush red, his hands sliding under your dress to cup your ass. He rubs your ass cheeks, before his hand dips between your legs and his fingers slide into your panties. "You're so wet," he groans, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it.

You gasp, your hips bucking against him. His fingers circle your clit, his palm pressing against you. "Oh fuck," he groans. "You're dripping."

"I need you," you gasp.

He growls and pulls his hand out from between your legs. "Take off your dress."

You nod, reaching behind yourself to pull the zipper down. You let the fabric fall to the floor and you stand before him in nothing but a pair of lacy red panties. You knew he would be like this. He has been for the past few weeks. Insatiable.

His eyes rake over you, taking in every inch of you. "You look delicious." He kisses you again, his hands cupping your breasts. He squeezes them lightly before his hands slide down your sides to your hips.

He kneels before you, pulling your panties off of you and throwing them behind him. You gasp, feeling the cool air on your sore wet pussy. He leans forward and kisses your mound, his hands cupping your ass as he pulls you forward to kiss you. "Kylian," you moan, your hands clawing at his shoulders. "Please."

He licks his lips, before running them over your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit. Your sensitivity has you crying out, knees trembling as you feel pleasure wash over you. His tongue dips inside of you and you feel him growl against you, the vibrations making you gasp. You feel him lick you slowly, before he pulls away and stands.

He kisses you hard, his hands sliding down your body to your upper thighs, gripping it and lifting you again. He carries you down the hall to your bedroom, before he gently throws you onto the bed.

He steps back and pulls off his clothes, his cock hard and thick. You lick your lips, feeling your pussy clench with anticipation. "Kylian," you gasp, holding out your arms for him. "Please."

He chuckles and walks over to you, leaning over the bed to kiss you. He lies down beside you and kisses you, his hands running over your body in a slow exploration. "I love you," he murmurs, his lips dancing over your jaw and down your neck.

"I love you," you moan, your hands sliding up his arms to wrap around his neck.

He kisses you again, his hands running over your breasts and stomach, before one slides between your legs and cups your pussy. "I can't believe you're mine," he murmurs, his fingers sliding inside of you. The coolness of his wedding band feels fucking amazing.

You moan, your hips bucking against his hand. "Please," you beg, "I need you."

He growls, lips trailing a line down your body. He kisses your stomach and you feel him smile against you. "mine to kiss," he says, his hands gripping your thighs to spread them. "Mine to taste." He leans forward and kisses you, his tongue sliding inside of you. "Mine to fuck."

You cry out, your hips bucking against him as you feel him lap at you. "Kylian!" You gasp, your pussy clenching around his tongue. "Please!"

He chuckles, his hands sliding up your thighs to spread them wider. He pulls away and looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust. "You taste so good," he groans, licking his lips. "I can't get enough of you." He kisses your mound, before he slides a finger inside of you. "I'm never letting you go."

You moan, your pussy clenching around his finger. Then he dives back in, his tongue circling your clit and making you cry out. He sucks on your clit and you feel a rush of pleasure wash over you. You gasp, your hips bucking against him. "Oh fuck," you cry out, your pussy clenching around him.

He groans, his fingers curling inside of you, his mouth still attached to your pussy. You feel him growl against you, his tongue fucking you. "Kylian!" You scream, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

He doesn't let up, his tongue lapping at you as he fingers you through your orgasm. He moans, his hands moving to your hips to pull you closer to him. He kisses your clit and you feel him smile against you. "Perfect." He murmurs, his lips moving up your body to kiss you.

He licks your cum off of his lips and you feel a rush of lust.

You pull him into you, kissing him hard and deep. You taste yourself on him and you feel another wave of pleasure roll over you. He pulls away from you, his eyes dark with lust. "Baby," you moan, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He grins, his hands sliding down your body to your hips. "You want it?" he growls.

"Yes," you gasp, feeling your pussy clench in anticipation. "Please."

You moan, your hips bucking against him.

He leans forward and kisses you, his cock nudging your entrance. You feel him press forward, his cock slowly filling you. It's pain, it's bliss. You're still a little sore from earlier but the stretch is incredible. "Oh god," you moan, your pussy clenching around him. "You feel so good."

He groans, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts into you. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his hands moving to your ass. "I don't know how much longer I can hold back."

"Don't " you gasp, your hands sliding up his arms to grip his shoulders. "Don't hold back. Give it to me." And he does.

He groans, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. His lips trail across your neck and collarbone, leaving a path of heat. "Oh fuck, this fucking pussy." he gasps.

You feel yourself clenching around him, another orgasm building inside of you. "Kylian," you cry out, your legs trembling.

"Mine," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic and you know you're not walking tomorrow. "This pussy is mine. You're mine."

"Yours," you moan, your orgasm crashing over you. Your pussy clenches around him, milking his cock. He moans, his fingers digging into your ass as he pounds you harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, along with your moans. You wish you could feel shame at how wet you are, but you can't. He feels too good inside of you.

"Kylian!" you scream, your orgasm rolling over you.

"Putain," he groans, his thrusts becoming slower. "merde, such a tight little pussy." He grunts, his fingers digging into your thigh. "I can't wait to make you a mom." He growls, his hips slamming against you.

"Please," you moan, your pussy clenching around him. "Fill me. Please fill me."

He groans, his hips bucking against you as he thrusts hard into you. "You want my cum?" he taunts, his hands moving to your stomach to rub your skin. "You want my cum in that pretty pink pussy?"

"Yes," you moan, your pussy clenching around him. "Please. I need it. I need your cum in me."

His thrusts becoming harder. You feel him swell inside of you, his cock throbbing as he fucks you. "Yeah," he grunts. "I'm gonna fucking give it to you. My wife, my lover." He moans, his fingers digging into your stomach. "My future baby momma."

You moan, your pussy clenching around him as you feel him swell inside of you. "Holy shit!" you scream, your pussy clenching around him as his cum fills you. You feel it hit the back of your pussy, his cock pulsating inside of you as he cums. "Oh fuck!" you cry out, your pussy milking him for more. You feel his cum fill you up, and you know you're dripping with it.

He thrusts a few more times, neck straining as he empties himself into you. Then he stills, his head dropping forward to rest on your chest. "Mon amour," he murmurs, his breathing ragged. "Tu es parfaite."

You smile, running your hand over his hair. "Je t'aime." you murmur, your voice soft.

He smiles, his lips moving up to kiss you. He kisses you hard and deep, his hands moving to hold you against him. "I'm so glad I'm your husband " he murmurs, his voice soft. "You're all mine." He nuzzles into your neck and you feel him smile against you. "And now," he murmurs, his hands sliding down your body to cup your stomach. "both of you will be mine." His hands rub your skin, and you feel yourself melt.

The intensity of the moment lingers in the room, a mixture of passion and tenderness surrounding you both. Kylian's breath warms your skin as he nuzzles into your neck, his fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, and you let out a contented sigh.

"Are you happy?" he whispers, his voice soft and full of love.

You nod, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "I am," you say, your voice equally tender. "I couldn't ask for more."

He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Because I want to give you everything."

The love in his eyes makes your heart flutter, and you reach up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his skin. "You already have," you reply softly.

His cock is still hard inside of you, his cum dripping from your pussy. He rolls you over and you feel him settle between your legs again. "Kylian," you moan, his lips trailing a line up your neck. "I can't again." You gasp, your pussy clenching around him.

He chuckles, his lips moving down to your chest. "don't worry baby," he murmurs, his lips moving over your skin. "I'm just plugging you up. Wouldn't want any of my cum leaking out." He murmurs, his lips moving down to your stomach.

You stay like that for God knows how long, his cock filling you up as his some of his cum drips out of you. He holds you against him, his hands stroking your skin as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His lips trail over your skin, his breath dancing across your neck and collarbone. You feel yourself relax, his touch melting into you like a second skin. "Je t'aime," he murmurs.

"Je t'aime aussi," you reply, your voice soft. "Forever." You murmur, your eyes drifting closed.

"Forever," he echoes, his voice soft. You feel his lips press against your skin, before everything goes black. And you're left with the hope of a baby growing inside of you. Your husband's seed growing in your belly, his child.

He follows with a smile on his face.

-Bianca🌻

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Hmm I’ll just request (please make this long and in depth) of like it being Kylians birthday and readers never had a birthday or anything and makes him like the coolest gifts like a shirt with him and the eiffel tower on it and a bunch of cool diys and her being shy and embarrassed and him just being so shocked that she made him something and thinking its so cool. Can we please get Kylians pov too and him telling his family about the gifts and the reader also getting him some luxury stuff too

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Birthday Boy

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You surprise Kylian for his birthday.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2k

Warnings! FLUFF, birthday boyy, cute reader, insecurities, the request basically covers the rest,

Fuck.

You weren't ready for this.

You're really not ready for this. You don't know how to do any of this. But it was his birthday, and you knew he would be upset if you didn't get him anything. He deserves something special though.

You're standing in his apartment, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You have no idea what time he's going to be home from training, but it couldn't be too long now.

You have a few gifts for him, and you're really proud of them. Well, proud wasn't exactly the word. Nervous was more like it. He might hate them, and that would be really embarrassing.

You looked at the clock on the wall and gasp when you realized what the time was. He's going to be home any minute now. You quickly run to the kitchen, hiding behind the counter with all of his gifts on it. You hold your breath and hope that you won't make a fool of yourself.

You heard the door open and his footsteps as he walks into the living room. You slowly peer around the corner and see him looking at you in confusion.

“Hey, are you alright? Why are you hiding behind the counter?” he asks, walking towards you.

You blush and look down, playing with the hem of your shirt again. “Happy B-Birthday! I-I got you some gifts,” you stammer out, trying to sound cheerful but failing miserably.

He looks at you in surprise, face lighting up in excitement. “You got me presents?!” he exclaims, running to you and pulling you out from behind the counter.

He spins you around so you're facing him and then pulls you into a hug, lifting you off the ground. “Thank you, trésor,” he whispers in your ear.

You blush and smile shyly, hugging him back.

He sets you back on your feet and pulls away slightly to look at you. “Why are you blushing so much?” he asks, a smile on his lips.

You bite your lip and look away from him. “I just don't know if you're going to like them,” you mumble, looking down at your feet. You look up to see him looking at you curiously.

“What makes you think I won't like them?” he asks, looking confused.

“I-I don't know,” you reply, looking back down at your feet. “Well, they're not that expensive or anything. So you might not like them.”

He laughs, a soft smile on his face. “That doesn't matter at all,” he says, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the counter. He lets go of your hand and pulls all the gifts over in front of you. “Tell me about these,” he asks, sitting down at the counter and gesturing for you to sit next to him. You do as he says, biting your lip.

He picks up the first gift, which is wrapped in green wrapping paper. “This one is just some candy,” you mumble, watching him tear the paper off. He opens the box and smiles widely when he sees the chocolate inside.

“Mmm, I love chocolate,” he says, popping one of the chocolates into his mouth.

Next he picks up a small, blue box. “This is some new headphones,” you explain, watching as he opens the box and pulls out the headphones.

“Cool, I needed some new ones,” he replies, putting them on and fiddling with them for a second. “I love them!” he exclaims, smiling at you.

You bite your lip again as he reaches for the final gift, which is a small, white box. He opens it and pulls out a shirt. His eyes widen when he sees what's on it, and he looks at you in shock.

“You made this?” he asks, staring at the shirt in disbelief.

You nod your head shyly, biting your lip. “Y-Yeah,” you mumble.

He holds the shirt up and smiles, looking at the drawing on it. He'd drawn a picture of him and the Eiffel tower in the background. The picture had 'Happy Birthday' written above it in swirly letters.

“Trésor, I love it,” he whispers, looking at you in awe. “Can I wear it now?”

You nod your head excitedly, watching as he pulls off his shirt and puts on the new one. He turns around to face you and smiles. You blush and look away from him, fidgeting with your hands. He walks towards you and lifts your chin up with his hand so that you're looking at him.

“I love it,” he repeats. “Thank you.”

You bite your lip and smile shyly, nodding your head.

He pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead. “Thank you so much, trésor,” he whispers in your ear.

You blush and hug him back, smiling. You can feel his heart beating against your chest, and you have to suppress a sigh. He smells amazing. He always smells amazing. Like home. Like a warm hug on a cold day. You love how he smells.

He pulls away from you slightly and kisses your lips softly. “I'll be right back, I need to call my family,” he says, kissing your lips again before turning and walking towards the couch.

You watch him go, biting your lip and blushing. You turn and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and sitting at the counter to drink it. You look out the window, watching as the sun sets behind the Eiffel tower in the distance. You sigh happily, smiling. It's so pretty. You could get used to seeing that every night.

Kylian sits on the couch, watching as you drink your water. He can't help but smile as he watches you. you are so cute. He looks down at the shirt he's wearing and his heart flutters. It was so adorable. He had never met anyone who could draw as well as you could. It was perfect.

He pulls out his phone and dials Ethan's number, waiting for him to answer. He picks up on the first ring. "Happy birthday, bro!" Ethan exclaims.

Kylian laughs and leans back against the couch. "Merci, merci. Where's mom? I tried calling her earlier but she didn't answer." he asks. It hurt him not to spend his birthday with his family this year.

He's been so busy lately that he's barely had time for anything but football. He was starting to get homesick. Which is why he's so grateful for you. You keep him company and keep his mind off of missing his family.

"She's right here, I'll go get her. So how did you celebrate your birthday?" Ethan asks, sounding excited.

Kylian smiles and looks over at you. "I haven't yet," he replies, watching as you stand up and walk towards the kitchen. "But Y/N got me some amazing gifts. I'm so happy."

Ethan laughs on the other end of the line. "Aww, that's so sweet! What did she get you?"

Kylian grins as he tells Ethan about all the gifts you got him. He can hear his brother making sounds of amazement and excitement as he talks. "And then there was this one shirt," Kylian starts. "She made it herself."

"Wait, what? That's awesome!" Ethan exclaims. "Show me."

Kylian laughs and places the phone on the coffe table, standing up to show Ethan the shirt. He hears Ethan gasp in surprise and smile. "Wow, she really made that?"

"Yeah, I know," Kylian says, sitting back down on the couch. "It's amazing."

He hears Ethan laugh. "She's so cute! You should propose to her already!"

Kylian laughs. "Ethan, she's been my girlfriend for like eight months," he replies. "I'm not proposing yet."

"Aww, come on," Ethan pouts. "You know you want to."

Kylian sighs and rolls his eyes. "Shut up," he replies, laughing.

His mother's figure approches the phone. "Is that Kylian I hear?"

He grins. "Oui, maman," he replies, eyes tearing up slightly at the sight of her. He misses her so much.

She smiles widely. "Bonjour, mon amour," she says, leaning forward so that he can see her better.

He smiles at her and reaches out to touch the screen. "Bonjour, maman," he repeats, voice shaking slightly.

His mother's smile falters for a second when she sees his face, and then it's back to normal. "Are you okay, baby?" she asks.

Kylian nods his head. "Oui, I'm fine. Just a bit homesick," he explains. "But Y/N is keeping me company and making sure I don't miss you guys too much."

His mom nods her head. "Oh good, I'm glad she's there for you," she says. "How was your day? Did you have any fun?" she asks, smiling.

"Not really," he replies, sighing. "We were training all day, and it was exhausting. I'm glad it's finally over and I get a break. But Y/N got me some amazing gifts," he adds, holding up the shirt. "She made this one herself."

His mom's eyes widen in surprise as she stares at the shirt. "Wow, that's beautiful," she exclaims, smiling. "You must have been a good boyfriend," she teases.

Kylian laughs. "I try my best," he replies, grinning.

His mom laughs. "I know you do, baby. You deserve someone who loves you like that." Kylian nods his head, thinking about you. You do love him. He knows that. It's not hard to tell when you look at him the way you do. And he hopes you never stop. Because he can't imagine living without you.

"I have to go, maman," he says after a few minutes. "But I love you and I'll talk to you later," he adds, smiling.

His mom nods her head and smiles. "I love you too, mon amour," she replies, leaning forward to kiss the screen. Kylian smiles and kisses back before saying goodbye and hanging up.

He looks over at you and smiles when he sees you walking towards him. "I love you," he says as you sit next to him. You blush and smile shyly. "I love you too," you reply. And you do. So much it hurts sometimes. But it's a good kind of hurt. A happy kind of hurt.

And you know you'll never stop loving him. Never stop loving him and cherishing him. He's your everything. Your soulmate. Your heart. And you're his. And that's all that matters. That's all that will ever matter.

"So…How are we celebrating tonight?" He asks you. You smile and shrug. "I don't know, whatever you want to do" you reply. Kylian laughs and pulls you into his lap, kissing you softly. You blush and kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls away slightly and smiles at you.

"What do you think about going out to eat somewhere nice?" he asks. You shrug and nod your head, smiling.

"I would love to," you reply.

Kylian grins and kisses you again. "Let me call for a reservation," he says, pulling away from you and standing up. You watch as he walks over to the counter and pulls out his phone.

You sit on the couch and wait for him to make the call. You can't help but smile as you listen to him talk. He's so adorable when he's concentrating on something. You lean forward and rest your head on your hands, watching him.

He hangs up a minute later and turns to smile at you. "I got a reservation at a nice restaurant for 8," he says, walking over to you and pulling you to your feet. "So let's get ready," he adds, leading you towards the bedroom.

You smile and follow him, already excited for tonight. You know it will be amazing. Everything is always amazing with Kylian. He always makes sure of it. And he always will. He loves you too much not to. He'll always do anything to make you happy. And you'll do the same for him. Anything to make him happy.

And that's how it should be. That's what love is. It's happiness and smiles and laughter. It's Kylian's arms around you and his lips on yours. It's everything good and pure in the world.

It's all that matters.

It's all you'll ever need.

Kylian.

Kylian.

Kylian.

Forever.

-Bianca🌻

kylian reacting to reader having a wet dream about him and moaning his name out.

In honor of France going to the semi-finals. Go Kylian!😘

Wet Dream

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Your moans wake Kylian up and he finds a creative way to wake you up.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.9k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), wet dream, kylian is feral, he's hornyyy

The sound was hazy.

Muffled, like he was underwater. He didn't know where it came from. Didn't know why it woke him up. Or even what the sound was. But he knew he wanted to hear it again. And he did.

"Kylian…"

It was a whisper, but it was enough to make him stir. He blinked awake, groggy, and rubbed at his eyes. It took a minute for him to notice you, tangled up in the sheets next to him. Cheeks pink. Hair a mess. And you were…

"Oh fuck," he said.

Your leg had slipped out from under the blankets, and he could see how you were sprawled. You hated wearing pajamas when you were at home, and you definitely didn't wear any when you slept next to him. And right now, your white cotton panties weren't doing anything to hide your arousal.

He could smell it. Could see the wet stain.

He could hear your breathing, all quick and ragged. And you were talking to him, he knew. You were saying his name, over and over. He knew this tone. He'd heard it before, in the shower, or in the dark when you were on top of him, fucking his cock.

But you weren't awake now. And you were moaning his name.

Fuck.

He was awake now. And he wanted to hear his name come out of your mouth again. Wanted you to be conscious of it.

He pulled the blankets down slowly, not wanting you to wake up just yet. That could wait until he had his mouth on you. Then he could watch your face, your eyes, your reactions. And he would. But right now, he just wanted to see your body, see how much he was affecting you, even in your sleep.

"Kylian…" she whispered again.

You were a mess.

Your nipples were hard, puckered. You were sweating, and your skin was flushed. You were beautiful.

But he needed to see more. He needed to hear more of you. He pulled your underwear down, and you made a sound, a high whine of a noise. He got them off you, and then he was looking at you. Looking at your cunt.

Fuck.

So pink, so wet.

He could smell how much you wanted him. Pussy glistening, slit open, hole wet. He could see your clit peeking out of your folds. You were swollen, and he could see how much you wanted him.

He had to taste you.

He had to have you.

With a restraint he didn't know he had, he carefully spread your legs and settled his head between your thighs. Nothing. No reaction, no movement. He looked up, and your eyes were still closed. You were still asleep. Dreaming about him.

He leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on your mound. You made a noise. soft, but it was there. He did it again, and again, kissing his way to your clit. When he finally made contact with it, your hips bucked up. He smirked.

He had you now. He knew how you liked it, and he was going to give it to you.

He swirled his tongue around your little nub, and you let out a breathy moan. You sounded so pretty. You were coming around, waking up slowly, but you were still in the haze of sleep. And still saying his name.

"Kylian…Kylian…please…"

He groaned at the sound, making you buck at the vibrations. He pulled back, and you whined at the loss. Even in your sleep, you couldn't get enough. The thought made his dick twitch.

He looked up at you, watched as your eyes fluttered open. Gorgeous. Flushed, lips parted, hair a mess. Your eyes were glassy, and he could tell you were still half asleep.

"Kylian?" you whispered, your voice raspy. "Oh god, I…I'm dreaming again aren't I?" Your eyes were wide as you said it, cheeks flushed with embarassement. How cute.

He chuckled."No," he said, shaking his head. "You're wide awake, bébé."

You looked at him, confused, and then looked down at yourself. And went even redder.

"Oh fuck," you screeched, scrambling in his hold. "I'm…I'm sorry. I was just…dreaming about you."

"I figured," he rasped with a grin, running his thumb along your slit. He had to feel it again. You were so wet. And you were clenching already, trying to get him to stay inside you. He pulled his thumb away, and licked the digit clean.

You watched him. Watched his every move, and he loved it. He loved how you looked at him. How he made you feel. It gave him more confidence than winning a game.

"Kylian…" you whined. "Please…I need you…"

You were awake now, and you knew exactly what you were doing. You were begging him, for his tongue, for his touch, for his cock. And he loved it. He loved being able to make you feel like this, like he was the only man in the world.

"I'll give you whatever you want," he whispered, leaning forward. "Whatever you want."

And with that, he dove back into your pussy, lapping at you, savoring you. He was going to make you cum, was going to make you feel so good. You were going to be screaming his name, begging for him to stop, begging for him to never stop.

And he loved it. He loved you. So much.

"Kylian! Fuck, Kylian, please!" Your voice was soft, still laced with sleep. It turned him on. He couldn't get enough. He needed to hear it. Needed you to say it, needed you to scream it.

His hips had a mind of their own as they grinded against the bed. His cock was so hard. He wanted to fuck you. Wanted to be inside of you, wanted to feel you clench around his dick. He was close, and he knew you were too. He could hear it in your voice.

"Kylian! I'm…I'm gonna…cum…I'm cumming…Kylian!"

He licked harder, sucked on your clit, and felt your thighs clench around his head as you came. He kept going, kept eating you out until he felt you go limp. He pulled away slowly, and looked up at you, your eyes glassy, and your mouth open.

He knew how you felt. Knew how good it felt. Knew how it felt to have you cum around him.

He stood up, and pulled his boxers off. He was so hard. Needed to fuck you.

"Bébé," he said, voice low, and rough. "Can I?"

He didn't have to say anything else. You knew what he was asking. Knew what he wanted.

"Yeah," you rasped, your voice heavily laced with lust. "I want you to."

That's all he needed to hear. Grabbing your hips, he pulled you towards him. Rough, hard. And then he was pushing in, sliding home. The stretch was so nice. The pleasure, the pain.

And you both let out a long sigh.

Fuck. This is where he wanted to be. This is where he was meant to be. In you. With you.

He started moving, slowly, thrusting in and out of you. You were so wet, so tight, so warm and he loved it. You were clutching him, squeezing his cock with your soft gummy walls. Milking him. Saying his name like a prayer.

"Kylian…oh fuck…Kylian…fuck…"

He grunted at the sound of his name. He loved hearing it. Loved knowing that he was the only one who could make you feel this way. He leaned forward, and kissed you softly.

"Say it again," he whispered. "Say my name. Tell me you're mine" His words came out jagged, hips never stopping, and you let out a strangled moan.

"I'm yours…only yours…" your voice was soft, and you were looking at him, eyes hazy with lust.

He let out a low moan at your words. That was all he needed to hear. You were his. You were his, and he was yours. He was close, so close. And he could feel you tightening up around him. He sped up his hips, pounding into you, hitting your g-spot.

"I love fucking this tight little pussy," he growled. "Love fucking you. Lo-love you. You're so tight, and so wet. You feel so good." He was babbling at this point. Pussy so good it made him stutter.

You were whining, letting out these gorgeous little noises. He could see your chest rising and falling. Your mouth was open, and your cheeks were flushed. He could feel your walls clenching around him. So tight. He was close, so close.

"Look at me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Look at me while I fuck you."

You opened her eyes, and looked up at him, your face slack. He could see how much you loved him. Love eyes melting into his. How much you loved being with him.

He loved it. He loved seeing you like this. The sight only he had the privilege of witnessing. Only him.

And he knew he was going to cum. Was going to fill you up.

"Kylian," you moaned, the sound low and husky. "I'm going to…going to cum again. I can't take it…"

He leaned forward, and kissed you. Softly, gently. You melted into him.

His pleasure took over as his thrusts sped up. He was going to cum, and he knew it. He could feel it. So close. He pulled his mouth away from yours, and looked down at you.

"Trésor," he murmured, his tone soft and loving. Brown eyes gazing into yours. "you close?" His hips never stopped as he asked, fingers making their way down to your clit to help. "gonna cum for me?"

You nodded your head. Your lips were parted, and your eyes were glassy. It spurred him on. Made him feel like he could do anything.

"I'm close," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. "So close…"

"Me too," he said, his voice just as soft. "Me too."

And then he felt it. The tight, warm, soft squeeze of your soft pink walls. The sound of your breathy moans. The sight of your eyes rolling back, of your mouth dropping open, and your cheeks flushing.

"Kylian! Oh fuck!" your voice was loud, and he could hear your pleasure. Could feel you cumming around his cock. And he lost it. Lost himself in you.

He let out a groan, and thrust deep into you. And then he was cumming. Cumming inside of you. Filling her you. He stayed like that for a minute, his cock twitching inside of you, and his eyes closed. Laying his head on your chest, weight completely on top of you.

This was heaven.

He could hear you breathing, hear your heart beating. And he opened his eyes. Looking down at you, he smiled.

You were beautiful like this. Laying under him, eyes closed, skin flushed. He leaned forward, and kissed you softly. Trying to translate all his love unto your lips.

"I love you," he whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. He was still inside you. Still filling you up. But he didn't care. He needed you to hear it. Needed you to know.

You opened your eyes, and looked up at him. He could see the love shining in them.

"I love you too," you whispered, the words echoing between you two.

The words seemed to turn him on all over again. He felt himself start to harden inside you once again, and he smirked as he watched your eyes widen.

"Again?" she whispered, voice raspy.

He nodded.

"Again."

-Bianca🌻

Hi!

I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for 200 followers. I'm so grateful to everyone for taking the time to read my writing. It means a lot to me. I love you guys💛

I know I haven't been posting much these past couple of days, I was on vacation. But I'm back now and ready to post as much as I can. You guys left a lot of requests so it might take some time to get through them all.

Please be patient with me🥺🙏

My method is to tackle the ones that are easiest to write first since they take less time and get to the longer, heavier ones when I have more time. Don't worry if I haven't replied to your ask yet. I promise I'm working on it 😉

Last thing...The Kylian fanfic that I started ages ago will be uploaded soon. I'm not sure when, but soon. If you have any ideas for that, you can also send me requests for it too.

Okay, that's all.

Once again thank you so much for 200 followers, and I hope everyone has a good night/day😊

-Bianca🌻