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if france loses this game(probably won’t) i will actually end it
Argentina venció a Francia 4-2 en penales para ganar el título de la Copa Mundial
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Argentina venció a Francia 4-2 en penales para ganar el título de la Copa Mundial
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Luka Modric, Casemiro & Toni Kroos // LaLiga (WALLPAPERS) 🖤
i feel like i have to talk about how special kylian and neymar's friendship was/is (we're getting there) because have you seen how they put each other before everyone else? there's that time ney scored and instead of celebrating with the people RIGHT THERE, he literally smacks them off and runs to the sides to hug kyky - who wasn't playing - first. or when he hugged a couple teammates casually and then turns to kylian - who literally LAUNCHES into his arms - and just grips him so tight, lifting him off his feet. the difference in how he treated them was so different, the energy was completely different. idk i just wanna see that from them again but you know what? i'm hopeful.
put kylian in al nassr maybe he and ronaldo can be the next big thing
IMAGINE DOING THE KNEE SLIDE CELEBRATION AND GETTING STOPPED BY FRICTION AND JUST FACEPLANTING
kylian relationship headcanon?
can i come over ? ────── just another episode of tenderness.
♡ ────── pairing : kylian mbappé x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. ♡ ────── wordcount : 667 ♡ ────── notes : posting this one as a good luck token for the france vs netherlands game!! ily kylian. i try to not just write the happy parts of the relationship but also the hurdles you two might face? i might do more of these since i've got some ideas still :^) (quick disclaimer: since these are headcanons of real people, i'd like to emphasize that if you do not agree with any of the things i write, please kindly click off the post). title is from cool dry place by katy kirby ♡ masterlist.
Kylian Mbappé. Every single person on the Earth knows his name. But you especially—how could you not? When he doesn’t have his eyes on a football game, or his legs on a football field, he has them on you.
Hand on your knee at every single group dinner, behind your neck at every hangout with friends; his skin is always in contact with yours at every single second.
Touchy does not even begin to describe him.
If it were up to him, he would drag you to the changing room and have you sit between his legs—but no, it is not up to him.
Well, mostly because he doesn’t want to be the one that brings the elephant into the room, but also it is so bad that other people are beginning to think of you as a nuisance.
“Mbappé can’t keep his hands off his partner,” a tabloid once wrote, and it only took a few quote retweets from some Parc des Princes employees, heavily agreeing, for it to go viral.
“Sorry,” you once said to a manager, then to a janitor, then to a teammate, Kylian trailing quietly behind you, arms around your waist.
And he gets sooo whiny if you push him away—what’s worse than losing a match? His dramatic ass would say that it’s having you steer away from his touches!
“Kylian,” you whine on the couch, pushing his face away as he tries to kiss you for the hundredth time that hour. “Please, I’m trying to watch a film here.”
“Mhm,” He pouts, arms around your back, hoping that you’d look at him. He looks at you, his chin on your chest before sighing. “You hate me right? Be honest.”
“Please,” you say again, eyes never leaving the television, “you can kiss me all you want the moment the movie ends.”
He tends to avoid. You’ve known him for so long, and you are at the point where you would almost forgive him for the amount of issues that have simmered too long in both of your discontent.
But you don’t do that. No. You see forever with this man, right? So you sit him down and talk.
You’ve got to admit that Kylian has gotten so, so much better in recent years.
He used to flee at every problem—it’s not that he has trouble expressing his emotions, it’s that he has trouble being vulnerable.
“You’re doing this again,” you roll your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. Kylian won’t look you in the eyes. “I’m sick of this.”
“Come on,” Kylian tries reaching a hand over the table to you—well, if he’s going to ignore you, you sure as hell are going to ignore him too. “Look at me, we don’t have to talk about this right now.”
“Right,” you huff out, letting out a sarcastic laugh, “so when are we going to talk about this.”
Kylian stays quiet.
Kylian likes luxurious things; and he likes you. The same thing, really, in his eyes. A priceless watch and your priceless kiss—this is the kind of luxury a man like him can only dream of.
He goes all the way for his show of love, of course! He customises everything he owns with your initials.
Once, he somehow left his passport in the airport, and what got people into talking was not his passport, but your initials embroidered on its leather cover.
The strap of his duffel bag is changed into a shade of your favourite colour, your initials and his sewn together under it—it does not stop there! A gold plated lapel pin with your name on it becomes a staple on every single suit he wears; socks with your initials when cuffed; matching bracelets he only takes off before practice and matches.
He makes sure the camera flashing on his face gets it: he’d pose in a certain angle, throw his scarf over his shoulders in a certain way.
Even when you’re not there, he still loves showing you off!
Raw Dog
Summary: Kylian Mbappe x reader, breeding kink SMUT!
Kylian was a sucker for raw dogging, he couldn’t even remember the last time he bought condoms. He loved the idea of coming inside you, risking the possibility of impregnating you. The thought of filling your cunt with his seed did unimaginable things to him. He didn’t mind if you actually ended up pregnant because in all honesty, that was his primary goal. It was the ultimate way of marking you as his, and only his.
Ditching the condom was a mutual thing and you were fully aware of this kink. The both of you agreed on using other forms of safe sex, such as birth control. You didn’t mind this at all, you actually enjoyed and encouraged it, the both of you benefiting from the immense pleasure. You loved feeling every ridge of his cock as he rammed himself inside you and he loved the raw feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his girth.
He would be on top of you, missionary style. His thrusts were slow but rough, dragging out and slamming back in. You would be under him, holding onto his back, nails leaving crescent shapes on his shoulders. He held your hips against the bed, anchoring you down as his hips did all the work. Your eyes would be slammed shut, enhancing the feeling of his cock stretching you to your limit. He grunted with each thrust, your walls getting tighter and tighter.
“I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” he whispered huskily in your ear. He slipped out of you, earning a whimper from you. He stood at the edge of the bed and dragged you towards him. You giggled as he placed your legs over his shoulders, giving him more access to your pulsating cunt. He didn’t even hesitate, his large cock ramming into you. You moaned loudly, your wet walls welcoming him instantly. You stared up at him, mouth agape as moans and whimpers spilled out. He watched your face intently, loving the way your cheeks were flushed and the way you whispered his name.
“So beautiful…full of my cock,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible. He looked down, watching his cock appear and disappear with each thrust. His dick twitched inside you, and you knew he was close. He placed his thumb on your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves. This sent you over the edge, legs quivering as the knot in your stomach unraveled. The warmth of your juices triggering his release, filling you with his cum. He grunted and stilled himself, making sure every ounce of his seed was buried deep inside you. He pulled out slowly, his cock completely limp. He kept your legs in the air, smirking as he watched his cum drip out of your cunt.
Kylian!bf headcanon?
our hearts are free ────── i'm a flower, you're my bee.
♡ ────── pairing : kylian mbappé x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. ♡ ────── wordcount : 513 ♡ ────── notes : i have another ky headcanon post that you can read right here!!. this is pretty short :( sorry. title and desc is from father john misty's real love baby ♡ masterlist.
This man is expensive—literally, and well, figuratively. He lives beyond comfortable, and has everything on the tips of his fingertips, including: you!
He does not like seeing you work! He will be the first to admit it! Call it his ego or whatever, but he feels as though you don’t gotta do it, you know? He doesn’t mind seeing you work, but Kylian has got probably enough money to propel you into early retirement—and he would do so happily.
Sometimes he sees you working after a long day, eyes heavy and shoulders slump, and his gentle voice, coaxing you to strip bare of your profession, would always begin.
He genuinely stresses seeing you so stressed out! You’re his baby, and he has to take care of you! But he won’t really force it upon you—while he doesn’t see the rationale behind you having to work when you have him, he understands the mindset of having to stand alone.
And he understands you. (As long as you understand that he is there for you too ♡ )
Kylian wants to get married. There are footballers who prefer not marrying— hell, there are people who prefer not marrying. But him? Nah.
He simply does not believe in not locking it down; he lets you know early into the relationship about his end goal. The matter of kids or no-kids is something that can be discussed and negotiated, but he wants to be your husband.
Boyfriend is cute the first two years, and fiance even better for the next. But he wants to call you his, in every sense possible—literally, lovingly, and legally.
And another reason why he wants that ring on your finger… he’s possessive.
He’s territorial, he’s possessive, he gets jealous easily—what the fuck! Name it whatever the fuck you want! Kylian does not like seeing you with other people—with other men.
But he keeps his cool whenever jealousy begins to run through his veins. He doesn't make a scene, he does not flip a table outside down. What he does is pout. He trusts you enough to not actually get upset, but he still lets himself the luxury of being immature by wallowing in his self-made misery.
“I’ll marry you.”
There you two are again, on the bed. He’s propped on top of you, arms clinging around your waist. You are scrolling on your phone, barely paying him any attention as your hand pats the back of his head up and down.
Kylian presses his nose to your neck.
“That sounds like a threat, Kylian.”
He scoffs hearing that. “It will be if he keeps touching you.”
You can’t even find it in yourself to be upset at how silly he is being, chuckling softly.
“He wasn’t touching me, baby.”
“He was,” he whines quietly, still hiding away in the crook of your neck. “Once I get that ring on your fingers, he’ll know.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you kiss the top of his head, before focusing back on your phone. “Make sure to get my size right, huh? We don’t want the ring not fitting.”
Can you write an angsty one with Kylian Mbappe.
A secret affair, a fling - Kylian Mbappé x Reader
Masterlist
Warnings: Cheating
summary: In which the reader is left alone on vacation in Brazil with her fiancés best friend Kylian. Based on Billie Eilishs „Billie Bossa Nova"
Love when it comes without a warnin’
‚Cause waitin‘ for it gets so borin’
The music was blaring through the club as you felt your body giving in. Swaying your hips, feeling his hands run up and down your body, stopping at your throat before he pulled you back. Teasing you as he placed kisses down your neck before whispering into your ear.
„Thanks for showing me this.“
You moved your body against his to the familiar sounds of the Brazilian Bossa Nova. Everyone around you on the dancefloor being taken over by the rhythm. Including the french boy that was currently grinding against you.
This felt wrong. No, this was wrong. But you were both too drunk and taken over by passion to think clearly.
It was unexpected, yet it seemed like you had secretly already hoped for it too happen.
Showing Kylian around Rio had been incredibly fun. You had taken him to all the good spots, where locals would hang out. Knowing the city like the back of your hand as you had grown up there.
A lot can change in twenty seconds
A lot can happen in the dark
It was a big city though. And you were both lonely. With your fiancè being in Europe, having left early because of some job. Cutting your vacation short and leaving Kylian and you behind in the big city.
„It’s gonna be fine. You should stay and enjoy Rio.“
If he saw you right now, all sweaty and grinding against his best friend in a dark night club, he probably wouldn’t have told you to stay. But he trusted you. He trusted Kylian.
Love when it makes you lose your bearings
Some information’s not for sharing
Kylian pressed you against the stone wall, making you giggle as you put your hand against his chest. The outside of the club way too busy to be doing this but both of you too drunk to care.
Kylian bit your bottom lip before pulling away and breaking the kiss. You stared at him, trying to catch your breath.
„What?“ you asked, tracing his eyebrows with your index finger.
He held up a polaroid camera, that he had brought with him everywhere, as you leaned against the wall and smiled. It only took a few seconds before the flash appeared and a picture came out the camera.
Kylian grabbed the small photo, shaking it a few times before putting it into his blazers pocket. As he did so, you noticed his expression change.
„I think I lost my wallet.“ he slurred, his french accent stronger as he also had way too much to drink „But I don’t really care right now.“
You giggled as he pressed his lips against yours again. Eagerly trying to push his tongue in before you allowed him entrance.
„Carlos?“ Kylian asked, his hand on your leg as he traced circles against your skin „Can you please bring us to a hotel a little out of the city?“
Kylians driver looked at him with furrowed eyebrows before nodding, understanding exactly what was going on. He had been driving Kylian and you around for the past week, knowing very well who you both were.
Carlos didn’t say anything though as it wasn’t his place to ask any questions. He started the engine of his black Mercedes before driving off through Rios busy streets.
You dimmed the light on your phone, as Kylian looked at you from the side. Clearly reading the text your boyfriend had sent you.
Meu amor: how was your day? Did Kyky enjoy the beach at Copacabana?
You felt guilt washing over you but before you could even think Kylian grabbed your phone and turned it off.
„He doesn’t need to know everything.“ the french boy then exclaimed, making you nod in agreement. Maybe some things were better left unsaid.
You better lock your phone
And look at me when you’re alone
The drive was taking longer then expected as there was always a lot of traffic in Rio. You stared out the tinted window of the car, watching all the different people just live their life. Making you wonder what each of them was like.
Kylian spent the whole drive staring at you as he whispered how pretty you were from time to time. You knew he was just very drunk.
You tried the best you could to contain yourself and not give into his charm, knowing that Carlos could not talk about anything he didn’t clearly see. If nothing happens, he has nothing to tell.
Although you were pretty sure Kylians managers already made him sign an NDA. They always did.
You bit your lip and held your breath when you felt Kylian slowly slip his finger under the hem your red dress. The dress that had made him go crazy all night as it hugged your curves perfectly and was way too short. All he wanted to do was rip it off.
Won’t take a lot to get you goin’
I’m sorry if it’s torture though
You closed your eyes as Kylians fingers ran up and down your thigh. His hand moving dangerously high. Just as Kylian tried to push your underwear aside, you grabbed his hand as you sent him a shocked look. His face only lit up by the flickering lights from outside.
You pressed your legs together, making it impossible for him to move his hand any further. Carlos clearing his throat in the front seat as you hoped he hadn't just seen that.
Kylian sent you a mischievous grin, satisfied with the effect he had on you.
„I like it when you lose control.“ the french boy smirked, before freeing his hand from your grasp and readjusting his black blazer.
Use different names at hotel check-ins
It’s hard to stop it once it starts
„One room for two, please.“ you watched Kylian lean against the hotel counter, all suited up as the nightclerk typed something into the computer.
The hotel was nice and quite luxurious. It was about half an hour from the city, so there were almost no people around at this time. As you watched Kylian through the glass door that separated the lobby and reception, you couldn't help but think about what it is that you were about to do. What you had already done.
„Jean Laurent.“ you heard Kylian lie to the nightclerk, as he looked back at you standing in the lobby with your arms crossed.
You felt uncomfortable and the more time that was passing you realized what a stupid idea this was.
„Let’s go.“ Kylian walked over to you, holding a hotelroom keycard in his hand.
The two of you walked through the hallways of the hotel. The lights were dimmed as you strutted over the red carpets. Tracing the wallpaper with your index finger. Kylian following close behind you, both of you not saying a word.
The elevator music filled the awkward silence as it took you all the way to the top. Kylian looking at his phone, avoiding your gaze while you just held on to your clutch.
You arrived at room 201, Kylian opening the door for you. You entered the pitch black room as the door was closed behind you. And only a few seconds later the room was lit up by a big chandelier, revealing what seemed to be a full blown suite.
„Wow…“ you said, looking around the massive room that looked more like a apartement. The big king sized bed being the center of attention.
The lights were also dimmed as you made your way over to the big windows, that led to a balcony. You left the room through the flowing curtains and a beautiful skyline of Rio revealed itself. Although it was quite far away the city looked absouluety stunning from here. All the lights flickering and the sight of your hometown making your heart warm.
You felt two hands wrap around your waist as Kylian hugged you from behind. Resting his head on your shoulders, feeling his chest move up and down.
„It’s nice, huh?“ he whispered, as you finally relaxed into his embrace. Feeling the warmth from his touch.
„It’s amazing.“ you smiled, putting your hand against his cheek „Thank you so much Kyky.“
You felt Kylian sigh, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck „I’m relieved you like it.“
You raised your eyebrows as you turned around, Kylians hands still on your waist only now with you facing him. „Relieved?
„Yeah…“ he took a deep breath, as you looked at his face that was being lit up by the moonlight „For a minute there… I thought you regretted us coming here.“
You put your hand onto his cheek before planting a soft kiss onto his lips. Kylian immediately giving in.
„I don’t regret it.“
I’m not sentimental.
But there’s somethin’ ‚bout the way you look tonight
Kylian pushed you onto the bed as he hovered above you, not disconnecting your lips for a single second. He eagerly took of his blazer before you helped him unbutton his white shirt. Reaching the last button you pulled away from the kiss.
Kylian now kneeling over you, his trained body revealing itself. You looked up at him as he licked his lips, not believing he was about to do this.
With a slow motion, Kylian started to unzip your red dress before sliding it off of you in a smooth motion. All you did was lay there and look up at him with a weak smile, now only wearing black lace underwear.
Just when your hand reached out for his belt Kylian grabbed it, making you look at him confused.
„Wait…“ he now said, before getting up and walking over to the nightstand. You watched him grab his polaroid camera, not daring to say a word as he pointed it at you. You looked up at him, knowing that this wasn’t a good idea. But something inside you made you let him take that picture.
Kylian threw the camera onto the bed, the photo still stuck in it. „Don’t worry. It’s just for me.“
Nobody saw me in the lobby
Nobody saw me in your arms
You walked out the hotel, already seeing the black bus parked there.It was still super early and you hadn’t rested all night.
The nightclerk watching you leave, not saying a word as he also understood what kinda situation this had been.
After you had slept with Kylian, you immediately realized what mistake you had made. You had layed awake with Kylians arms wrapped around you as you started out the big window. Tears rolling down you onto the pillow while you silently cried, feeling your naked bodies against one another as all you could think about was your fiancé.
After a while you couldn’t handle just laying there anymore. Your guilt was eating you up from inside. So you got up, collected your underwear and dress before silently getting dressed.
You made your way down the hallway, getting ready for the walk of shame. The power of your phone being just enough for you to call your hotel to send you a driver and pick you up.
The rest of the time you spent standing there, silently crying as you stared at the floral wallpaper.
The whole ride back all you could think about was how Kylian would feel when he’d wake up without you there. After all you had spent an amazing night together and he was gonna think it meant nothing to you.
It did in fact mean something to you. But you just couldn’t handle the feeling of guilt when you thought about your partner. You did know; you were in deep trouble now.
It might be more of an obsession
You really make a strong impression
When you arrived back at your hotel, you took a shower as you tried to clear your head. Your mind running wild as you thought about how Kylians lips felt against your skin and how his hand would run up and down your body.
It felt like his smell was still on you even after you had showered. You plugged in your phone before laying into your own bed again.It was already ten and you were about to get your first minutes of sleep since over 24 hours.
As you wandered off into dream land you could still hear his words and his whispers. Until you finally doze off.
„Serviço de quarto!“
You were torn from your sleep by a loud knock on the door. Groaning as you sat up, startled by the harsh awakening. The sun shining through your blinds, making you squint your eyes as you reached your hand out for your phone on the nightstand.
16:23
Great, you had literally slept the entire day. You pushed away the bedsheets with your feet. The room felt hot and humid as you had forgotten to turn on the air conditioning.
Kylian had left about a thousand messages and calls, asking where you where and if everything was okay.
What did he think? Of course, everything was not okay. You had cheated on the love of your life last night.
Another knock, followed by a guys voice appeared „Serviço de quarto!“
„I don’t need it!“ you tried to yell but your voice was way too weak. So you decided you just get up and send him away.
Rubbing your eyes, as you groaned making your way to the door. You were still half asleep when you opened it with one big swing.
„I said…“ you stopped in your tracks, seeing who was standing there as you felt like you were gonna have a heartattack „Oh my god!“
„Hello meu amor!“ Neymar smiled before wrapping his arms around you and connecting your lips.
See what you maybe forgot to mention was that Neymar was you fiancè. That’s why this whole thing was a little complicated.
Being Neymars girlfriend, you had gotten quite famous yourself. Not that you wanted any of that. No, you would gladly have back your privacy. A lot of people knew who you were and they knew who your partner was. So just the thought alone of anyone having seen you last night gave you anxiety.
„I missed you so much.“ Neymar mumbled, pulling away before wrapping his arms around your bare waist as you were only wearing a croptop and some shorts.
„I missed you too…“ you fake smiled, standing there awkwardly as you almost couldn’t look him in the eyes „What are you doing here though? I thought you weren’t gonna be back...“
„I know, I know…“ he sighed, pulling you closer as he looked you in the eyes „I actually cancelled some stuff so I could be back earlier. Plus I wouldn’t wanna miss your birthday right? “
„Right.“ you grinned, completely having forgot about your birthday being tomorrow and also feeling bad that Neymar had travelled all the was back from Europe just so he wouldn’t miss it.
"But meus Deus, why are you still asleep at this time? Did you and Kylian have a rough night?" he chuckled, as you ran your hand through your tangled hair.
„What?“ you asked with furrowed eyebrows, panic immedieately settling in.
„I mean Kyky told me you took him to a bar.“
„Oh…“ you said, not trying to sound relieved „Yes it was fun. Not as fun as it would have been with you though. You talked to him?“
„Yeah, yeah…“ Ney nodded, still holding you close to him as you both stood there in the doorway „He knew I was coming.“
The rest of the day only one thing circulated around your mind; He knew? He knew he was coming. He knew it. He had possibly risked Neymar catching the two of you if you hadn’t been smart enough to leave early. He had possibly risked ruining your realitionship.
You were mad. But of course you couldn’t show it as Ney was completely head over heels to be back again. He took you out for dinner and he spent the whole evening talking about the birthday party he had planned for you tomorrow. You at least tried to seem happy about it.
When Ney left, to go to the toilet for a second, you took the opportunity to let out your anger. Aggressively typing a message into your your phone, ignoring all his other texts.
What the hell Kylian? Why did you not tell me that Ney was coming?
The waiter refilled your glass of wine as you gave him a small thanks, waiting for Kylians response.But nothing came. In fact Kylian ignored you for the rest of the evening as you spent time with his best friend, pretending everything was completely normal.
When in fact nothing was normal.
You slept horribly, dreading your birthday and the party that Ney had planned for you. He on the other hand slept like a stone as he was a obviously little jet-lagged.
The whole night all you could think about was that less then 24 hours ago you were laying in Kylians arms. You remembered exactly how it felt, how he smelled and the way he would breath against your neck.
And the worst part was, that you missed it.
You missed him.
I’m not sentimental
But there’s somethin‘ ‚bout the way you look tonight
The party was already in full swings as you walked around greeting all the people. Your silver gown sparkling in the dark, Neymar attached to your hip the whole night, with his hand on your bare back.
This felt like a football event. You didn’t remember ever meeting half the people, most of them having some kind of connection to football. You had to admit you didn’t have many friends as you spent the past years travelling around the world with Neymar.
That’s exactly why you didn’t want any of this but Neymar of course insisted on throwing you a huge party.
Everything being completely over the top, with it being at Rios most expensive hotel. Chandeliers were hung all throughout the big hall, three different bars where you could get all sorts of drinks and food were set up, the most beautiful white rose wherever you looked and a big dancefloor with disco lights in the back.
You didn’t deserve this. And that’s what heavily layed behind your fake smile as you greeted manager after manager. All of them handing you gifts that where probably way too expensive.
„Oh Y/n… Look it’s Veratti.“ Neymar pointed toward his Paris teammate, who was sipping some champagne with his wife in the corner „Let’s go greet them.“
You did wonder why Neymar had invited basically all of his friends to what was supposed to be your birthday party. But then again, you felt bad enough already so you wouldn’t every say anything.
„Ehm… I’m just gonna get a little fresh air and then I’ll come after you.“ you smiled weakly, moving closer to your fiancé as you felt suffocated by the mass of people around you.
Neymar, dressed in an all black suit looked at you worriedly „Everything alright, meus amor?“
Guilt, that’s all you could feel when looking at his face. So you avoided eyecontact and just nodded, pressing your lips together „Yeah, everything is perfect. Thank you so much for all of this Ney.“
Neymar had obviously noticed something being different with his girlfriend. And now that you had called him Ney, he was convinced something was wrong. But he decided to let it go for the moment as he watched you, make your way through the crowd towards the balcony.
You felt tears, fill your eyes as you fought your way through the mass of people. Forcing a smile anytime any of them would greet you.
And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse; he stood there.
All suited up, holding a small gift in his hand as he stared right at you. For a moment it felt like everyone around you stopped and it was just the two of you. The memories of the past week flowing through your mind.
A tear rolled over your cheek as Kylian gave you a weak smile.
Standing just a few feet away from you as people started to push past you. Making you distance yourself from him until you couldn't even see him.
Makes me wanna make ‚em jealous
I’m the only one who does it how you like
You tried not to sob as you walked into the darkness. Only a few people on the balcony, all of them too distracted to notice a crying woman walk towards the railing.
You leaned yourself against it as you tried to breath normally, feeling like you were gonna run out of air any time now. Today was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life. You were in the city you loved with the man you loved and he had thrown you a party that any girl would kill to have. But there was just one problem; You had fallen for another guy.
„I’m sorry…“ the voice apperead behind you as you turned around to look at Kylian „I shouldn’t have come.“
You pressed your lips together, trying to stop yourself from crying as you turned around to look at the beautiful view of the endless ocean. Lights reflecting on its surface, as a cold breeze blew over your face.
Kylian now made his way up to you, standing there also looking at the view.
„I…I just…“ you chocked, getting frustrated with yourself „I can’t look at him anymore. I mean…“
You looked at Kylian, who looked down in shame before meeting your eyes.
„I can’t look at him Kylian.“ you sobbed, now looking at the french boy „You know what that means?“
There was a moment of silence, both of you knowing the answer to your question very well. Both afraid to say it. Him knowing this was gonna break his best friends heart and you knowing it was gonna break yours. But you couldn't do this anymore, Neymar deserved better.
„It’s over?“ Kylian then asked, his voice quiet as he looked at you from the side.
„Yeah, it has to be.“ you nooded, wiping away your tears wit the back of your hand as you stared at all the lights „I mean look what he did for me… I don’t deserve any of this. I’m a horrible person... So it’s over. It has to be.“
„You’re not a horrible person.“ Kylian now spoke up, putting his hand onto yours as you flinched. Pulling it away and immediately seeing the hurt in his eyes „I think Ney also kinda did this for himself Y/n. I mean these are not your friends. You barely know most of them.“
„But he still….“
„No, Y/n!“ Kylian said, sounding almost angry as he turned his body towards you „For the past year your life has revolved only around him. You supported him in all of his decisions and were always by his side. You’re not a horrible person! You are just a girl who was left alone on what was supposed to be a vacation with her fiancé!“
"Why didn't you tell me?" you then asked, looking at his confused expression "Why didn't you tell me that he was coming? If you had just told me then none of this would have happened!"
"So what you think if I told you, you would have just left me alone at the hotel that night and gone back to the city?" Kylian asked, clearly offended by how little this seemed to have meant to you.
"Yes, that's what I would have done!" you yelled, looking at him coldly before hissing „I think you should go.“
„What?“ Kylian yelled, completely frustrated with your stubborness.
„I really think you should go now.“ you bit your lip, in order to stop yourself from crying.
Kylian looked at you, not believing any of this was actually happening. He had thought that if you cheated on Neymar it would have at least meant something. Because it had meant something to him.
„Alright. Fine.“ he hissed, reaching into his pocket as he pulled out the small gift he had held before. Kylian forcefully shoved it in your hand before looking at you one last time „Happy Birthday Y/n!“
With that he turned around and walked away, leaving a heartbroken you behind. Tonight you would not only lose your fiancé but you had also lost your friend.
It took you a few minutes to recollect yourself. And then, even though you didn’t want to your hands slowly untied the bow. You carefully opened the small box, the inside making your heart wrench.
It was all the polaroids Kylian had took of you during your trip together. At the beach, in the car, in the club on the night you had kissed for the first time, on the balcony at the hotel, laying on the bed in only your underwear and finally a picture of the two of you together that he had taken while you where asleep.
His arm wrapped around you as he kissed your cheek.
And on the back of it. It was written;
I’m not sentimental
But there’s something about the way you looked that night, that made me wanna take a picture that I knew we’d have to hide.
Happy Birthday Y/N. Love, Kyky.
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competition
warnings: cuteness (my heart literally melt)
genre:fluff; kylianxfem!reader
summary: Kylian can't stand kitten videos anymore, so what's better than actually gifting you one?
author's note: I’m really going to miss seeing our little croissant play for the next three weeks! It’s just so sad and i want to cry. Every time I watch him on the pitch, I find myself literally ADMIRING him , and honestly, it’s starting to worry me about my mental health...
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩
You’ve been dreaming about adopting a kitten for what feels like forever—weeks of obsessively sending Kylian video after video of fluffy kittens, each with the same unspoken message: “I need one.”
He’s honestly not sure how this kitten craze of yours even started. Maybe it was that time you found a kitty on the street and immediately dropped to your knees, practically begging him to take it home with you. He still remembers the way your face fell when you found out the kitten already had an owner. Ever since then, you’ve been on a mission.
It’s gotten kind of relentless. At first, Kylian thought it was cute, how every few hours you’d send him another kitten clip with heart eyes and a not-so-subtle, “Look at this one! Isn’t it adorable?” But now, it’s reached a point where every time his phone dings, he knows it’s another video of a kitten doing something cute, followed by your predictable "I want one so bad."
The man can only take so much.
And for Kylian, saying no to you is basically impossible. He could ignore the hints for a while, but the way you light up whenever the topic of kittens comes up? Yeah, there’s no way he’s letting this one slide much longer.
“Amour,” Kylian’s deep, playful voice echoes through your temporary apartment as he closes the door behind him. You barely glance up from your phone, lost in yet another kitten video that you’ll definitely be sending him in a few minutes.
But his tone catches your attention. There’s something different in it—something secretive.
“Amour,” he repeats, this time a bit more mischievous. “I have a surprise for you.”
That’s all it takes. Your heart skips a beat, and you scramble to your feet, tossing your phone onto the couch without a second thought. You rush down the hallway toward him, excitement bubbling up inside you.
“Kylian, what is it? What’s going on?” you ask breathlessly, practically bouncing on your toes. You’re not great with surprises, mainly because your curiosity knows no bounds, and Kylian knows that all too well.
He grins, clearly enjoying your impatience. “Patience, chérie,” he teases, holding his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes first.”
You let out an exaggerated groan but obey, squeezing your eyes shut. “You know I hate this, right?”
He chuckles, and you can hear him moving closer. “I know. But you’ll love this.”
There’s a moment of silence, and you feel like you’re going to explode from anticipation. Then, just as you’re about to cheat and peek, you hear it—a tiny, delicate meow.
Your eyes snap open before Kylian can even tell you to, and your breath catches in your throat. In his arms, nestled against his chest, is the most adorable, tiny kitten you’ve ever seen. Its fur is a mix of cream and gray, and its big, round blue eyes blink up at you with curiosity.
“Oh my God,” you gasp, your hands flying to your mouth as you stare in disbelief.
Kylian laughs softly, clearly proud of himself as he watches your reaction. “I couldn’t handle the constant kitten videos anymore,” he teases, shifting the tiny bundle of fur in his arms so you can get a better look. “So I figured I’d just… bring you one.”
You’re speechless, your hands trembling as you reach out to take the kitten from him. It’s so small, so delicate, and it lets out the tiniest purr as soon as it’s nestled in your arms, pressing its little head against your chest.
“I love you,” you murmur, though you’re not entirely sure whether you’re saying it to Kylian or the kitten. Maybe both.
“I know,” he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But do you love me more than the kitten?”
You giggle, shaking your head as you hold the kitten closer. “Well, the kitten is pretty cute. You’ve got some competition now.”
He feigns offense, raising an eyebrow as if wounded, but the act doesn’t last long. Watching you tenderly cradle the tiny kitten in your lap, gently stroking its soft fur, his heart can’t help but melt.“So… have you thought of a name yet? Or are you just going to call it ‘kitten’ forever?”
You look down at the tiny fluff ball in your lap. A name? You hadn’t even gotten that far in your daydreams.
“Hm, I don’t know… I kind of like ‘kitten,’” you joke, earning a groan from Kylian. “No, seriously! Look at this face. It’s like pure kitten energy.”
“Amour, we are not calling it ‘kitten,’” Kylian says, though he can’t help but smile.
You tap your chin playfully, as if deep in thought, then look up at Kylian with a soft smile. “I think I need to really take my time with this,” you say, your tone serious but with a hint of teasing. “It’s a big decision, and I don’t want to rush it.”
Kylian raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’re telling me we need to schedule a whole naming ceremony for this kitten?”
“Obviously,” you reply with a grin, gently stroking the kitten’s fur. “It’s an important choice. I’ll need some time… and maybe a little inspiration.”
Kylian leans in, his voice playful. “Oh? And how do you plan on finding this inspiration, chérie?”
You tilt your head and flash him a warm smile. “By cuddling with my two favorite babies,” you say softly, looking between him and the kitten. “That should give me all the inspiration I need.”
Kylian’s expression softens instantly, his eyes sparkling as he leans in closer, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “Your two babies, huh?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and affectionate.
“Mm-hmm,” you hum, leaning into him as you settle against his chest. “My big baby and my little baby. Both equally important.”As you lean into Kylian’s embrace, you watch the tiny kitten stir slightly before making its way to his stomach. With a delicate hop, it settles right on top of him, curling into a tiny ball, its soft purring almost harmonizing with the rise and fall of Kylian’s breathing.
You can’t help but smile, feeling your heart practically melt at the sight. There’s something about seeing Kylian, this towering, athletic man, with such a delicate creature nestled on his chest that makes the moment even sweeter.
“Oh my God,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. “Look at her.”
Kylian glances down at the little fluff ball, a small chuckle escaping him. “She’s already making herself at home,” he says softly, his fingers lightly grazing the kitten’s fur. “Can’t say I blame her, though. I’m pretty comfortable, right?”
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩
Jealousy
Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x femreader / you or whoever you want
The rented apartment was finally quiet. Kylian Mbappé collapsed contentedly into the armchair in front of the fireplace and stretched his legs. He finally agreed with President Florentino Pérez about the extra wishes he requested, and even managed to lure Minna out of the snail's house.
But there were also problems.
1 month ago Minna receives bouquets of red roses as a gift once a week. If that wasn't enough, the "traitor" could most likely be among the players of the Real Madrid football team, considered his second family.
Despite the search, they have not yet found the man who wants to get the girl.
For some time now, he has been feeling guilty about spending less time with his love than he would have liked. He tiredly laid his head back, closed his eyes and thought about her slender body, his palms itched from the lack of touching her shapely breasts, his lips thirsted for the taste of her wet lap.
He smelled a mixture of honey and chamomile in his nose, and a small hand sliding down his chest towards his crotch. His body reacted immediately, greedily pulling his bully to him and taking possession of his mouth. The fingers urgently clasped his stiff cock under the jeans, he tried to pamper it with intense stroking.
- Minna! - Kylian breathed and raised his hips towards the woman's hand almost begging.
- Kylian, my love!
- No! - the man's eyes suddenly popped up. He violently pushed the young assistant hanging from him, who landed on the floor with a loud thud. - We have discussed this a thousand times, Ana Maria!
"I thought..." the black-haired beauty looked at him pleadingly. - But you answered so enthusiastically - he cast seductive glances at Kylian, approaching him on all fours. - Besides, since I've been here, you haven't even used your little whore.
Kylian was overcome with anger, his skin turning red with anger. The long fingers of his strong hand wrapped around Ana Maria's throat.
- She is the most innocent, most honest woman I know! - The man's voice was like a dragon's roar, a fiery flame erupted from his throat.
- I'm sorry, I didn't want to say bad things about him - The girl's voice was just a grunt, as the raging soccer player's fingers wrapped around her neck. - Let me go, please!
- You are the past.
-...I'm sorry...
- He is my present, my future.
- Let she go, Kylian! - The man's clouded brain did not hear the voice coming from behind him. - Let she go immediately! Please Kylian! Do you want to kill her? - Dani Carvajal's pleading bass finally found a way, and the fingers in spasm fell relaxed next to the body.
- What happened? - Rüdiger came through the door panting. Klyian leaned against the fireplace and tried to calm down. It looked like he was sucking hot flames into his lungs, not air.
- Later... - Carvajal beckoned, then giving quiet instructions to Antonio Rüdiger and to Vini, who appeared in the meantime, he took out Ana Maria, who was left behind.
- My friend! I know you don't take advice, but I think it's time to find your girlfriend - said Vini back from the threshold.
- I don't think you should give me any advice! - Kylian snapped.
- Look for her in the garden... - the Brazilian winked at him.
- In the garden?
- ... with Jude and Aurélien.
- What are they doing?
- I don't know - grinned Vini.
The jealous Frenchman flew faster than an airplane in the crimson light of dawn. The fact that someone could touch the woman he loved completely blew his mind. He didn't lie to himself, he stormed out into the garden like a fire-breathing dragon and punched Jude Bellingham, who was hugging his wife. Jude fell into the group of onlookers, and and dragged the girl, Minna, who was clinging to his chest, with him.
- Kylian, don't! - Jude just managed to avoid a punch from his jealous teammate. He immediately said a prayer.
In the end, the otherwise mild-mannered girl solved the problem when she stopped the man she loved, who was angry with all the people in the world, with a kiss.
- Look! - said the girl with a flushed face. She smoothed loose strands of hair from her single braid from her sweaty forehead and bravely looked into the black flashing eyes. - Tell me, what's wrong with you? Why did you have to rush in here like a madman?
- He touched you! - the man gave the other a deadly look.
- Of course he got to me. I asked him to teach me the dance move he took down the club yesterday.
- You could have asked me for help!
- I haven't seen you in weeks, and when we run into each other, you immediately push me away. - Minna looked reproachfully at the French man.
- Forgive me, but no one has the right to touch you! Kylian returned to his favorite topic. "Besides me," he added.
- Kylian Mbappé! You are totally crazy! - With a sigh, Minna looked up at the sky, at the multitude of gray-white clouds.
- Yes, I'm crazy! Because I love you! - While the madly in love Kylian's hands held Minna's face, his lips pressed against hers. All the emotions that had been suppressed until now burst to the surface.
- Do you think you can beat me with a kiss? the girl whispered with a smile.
- No, but I have other ideas.
- Yes? - Minna's eyes dimmed from the emotions rushing at her. - But before we move on to the implementation of your plans, I want to tell you something.
- What, my love? - Kylian lifted the girl in his arms to the great joy of the onlookers.
- I'm pregnant.
( english isn't my first language ) - just the usual
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