#psg gif

[judithhhh]

better team (one-shot)

jude x gf! reader

summary : in which jude's gf is a fan of another football club and he gets jealous

you were sitting on the couch dressed in a psg jersey waiting for this week’s match to start. judes matches were often at the same time as psg’s so it was rare that you could actually watch them. you had been a fan of the french team since forever ; your dad was an even bigger fan than you and you had followed his steps naturally. too focused on the screen, you didn't notice jude walking downstairs.

‘’wearing another team’s jersey? what a betrayal really.’’

‘’shush, the match is gonna start’’

the man sat next to you, his arm around your shoulders. the whistle blew and the first half began with mbappe kicking off the ball. all of your attention was directly focused on the players, your eyes following the balls and exclamations coming out of you. you were really passionate about football, even more than jude sometimes, so it wasn't unusual him to see you yell at the players on the screen. your boyfriend found this quite funny when it was towards his team but seeing you so passionate about other players annoyed him.

‘’ mais putain, pass the fucking ball its not that hard’’ you yelled, already annoyed at psg’s incompetence

‘’they’re a shit team anyways…’’ said jude

‘’huh?’’

jude sighed when he realized you weren't even listening to him. he had no problem with you being a fan of another club but you were a little too passionate about it to his taste. he tried talking to you a few more times but gave up when you gave him no answers. he got up from the couch and went to your shared bedroom. he felt kind of stupid being mad about something like that, but sometimes his jealousy just got to him. the man stayed in the room, his eyebrows furrowing everytime he remembered the sight of you wearing mbappe’s jersey.

an hour and a half later, the match was over with psg winning 9-0. you were over the moon seeing your team win with such ease and was quick to get to your bedroom. seeing jude laying on his back on the bed, you jumped on him and sat on his lap before you started rambling about the game with excitement. you were talking about mbappe's header when jude interrupted you.

"well if he's so good, go date him" he mumbled annoyed

"huh, you jealous or something?" you responded jokingly, doubting that jude could be jealous over such a simple thing

"matter of fact, yes i am"

you burst out laughing before leaning down to kiss him. you frowned when he turned his head, allowing you to kiss his cheek only. you really thought that he was only joking but now you weren't really sure of that. you also knew that jude would continue to sulk until you comforted him.

"well maybe he's better at football than you"

"wow i see how it-"

"but you're sexier, and cuter, and taller, and more handsome and my boyfriend"

"if im all of that, why do u support him more than me"

you looked down at his annoyed face and burst out laughing.

"jude ive been supporting psg since im five, you can't just expect me to stop just because im dating you"

"im not expecting anything, just think you're too fan of this mbappe guy"

"he's the greatest player in the world right now, of course im fan of him" you said, knowing that it would annoy him even more

to your surprise, he just huffed before hugging you tight. his sad face was beggining to make you feel bad for him, even though you knew he wasn't really that mad about it.

"but you're the one i support the most"

"how come you're never as passionate when you watch my team then"

"that's not true and you know that. madrid is the team im rooting for the hardest."

"even if psg go against real in the champions league?" he asked

you were about to say no but stopped yourself when you saw the hope in his eyes. you sighed before telling him that yes, you would support real madrid even in that case. jude smiled and hugged you even tighter. you giggled when you felt his lips softly kissing your neck, signaling that he wasnt upset anymore.

"does that mean you'll throw away your psg’s jerseys?" he said hopefully

"baby i love you really but no, never"

"you're really breaking my heart right now" jude responded jokingly

you looked down at him, amused and pecked him all over his face. jude smiled widely, looking at you with those eyes that just made you fold. looking at him, you thought that maybe you loved psg a lot but you loved him even more.

a few months later, it was time for the final of the champions league. both psg and real madrid had won in the semi-finals meaning that you were about to see your childhood club and your boyfriend's club play against each other for the trophy. jude was nervous yes, but the boy could not wait to play them. he had been pestering you about "proving to you which team was better" for weeks now. you sat in the stands dressed in a real madrid's jersey, and was looking for jude on the pitch. spotting him training next to camavinga and vini, you smiled and sent him a kiss. he waved at you and pointed at the badge on his training kit, "reminding" you of the better team.

the match was intense, both team scoring two goals in the first half. you sensed jude's frustration from the pitch but you knew he was playing his best, he already had an assist to his name and his impact on the game had really helped his team to date. the first 30 minutes of the second half were goalless, both the teams were frustrated at this point and yellow cards were given to too many players. you were stressed seeing the clock reach the 80th minute until you saw vinicius intercept the ball and running towards psg’s goal. he made a quick pass to jude and the supporters expected him to continue running towards the goal. shocking everyone, your boyfriend went directly for the shot even though he was a good 40-50 yards away. the supporters in the stands and his teammates sighed, not even thinking that the ball would go in but it did. the ball was sent directly in the top right corner with such speed, you didn't even see it coming. you jumped from your seat and cheered loudly for jude, your love for the opposite team quickly forgotten. the boy ran towards the stands where you were sitting and did his usual celebration before pointing to you. you laughed seeing him mouth the words "who's better now?" and kissed the badge on your jersey. he smiled widely before turning around and celebrating with his teammates.

the rest of the game went on with as much intensity and a last goal from kroos. real had won the champions league yet again. you waited for the trophy ceremony to finish before going on the pitch to celebrate with your boyfriend. you waited, seeing jude doing a interview until he called you over to him. you were shy at first not wanting to appear directly in front of a camera, but the excitement from the victory gave you the courage to walk to him. as soon as you were close enough, he hugged you tight, lifting you up and kissing you. you giggled and congratulated him over and over again before he turned back towards the camera. seeing the little smirk that appeared on his face, you knew this man was about to say the cockiest shit ever.

"would you believe me if i told you this girl was all about psg a few months ago? look at her now huh" he said proudly

"nevermind, im putting on mbappe's jersey" you said faking annoyance

"don't you dare"

"watch me" you responded smiling

he lifted you up on his shoulder before smiling at the interviewer

"ignore her, she's going a bit crazy"

"JUDE PUT ME DOWN I SWEAR"

the footballer listened and put you down before wrapping his arm around you. you kissed his cheek and the two of you walked away from the cameras towards the pitch, ready to properly celebrate his win.

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REAL DESTROYED BARCA TODAY HALA MADRID BARCA VOUS PUEZ LA MERDE 😛😛😛😛

#football #football imagine #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude x reader #football x reader #jude bellingham x reader #hey jude :) #psg

[mbebe-fc]

hold the baby gently

#baby likes being held #men can't keep their hands off him #raphinha thinks he's me #hand placement #look back and cute smile #kylian mbappe #raphinha #psg #fc barcelona #barca #football #champions league #ucl

[applejuicefruit]

can you write for kylian where he’s dating reader and she’s very clingy and touchy because she loves physical affection but one day they are out and he’s avoiding holding her hand and she gets very hurt please?

kylian mbappe x reader

Clingy

Physical touch was your love sign.

It was your best way to show someone you care for them, that you love them. And Kylian knew it exactly. So it hurt you when this morning you were out with your, mostly his, friends and teammates and he treated you like you weren’t even there.

You were used to hold hands in public, or, have his arm wrapped around your shoulders in a protective way so you where kinda shocked that the moment you saw Sergio and Neymar waving at the both of you, he let your hand and when you tried to hold it back he shoved you away.

You were all sat at the table of a nice coffee shop in Paris, you facing Sergio and Kylian sat next to you when he began talking with Neymar and ignoring you like you weren’t even there.

You pretended everything was fine so you cracked a laugh from time to time when Neymar made some jokes but you were fighting back your tears. You began sipping your tea in a way to distract yourself when Neymar said something you wished you didn’t hear. You were sure he didn’t mean it like that but still, you found yourself back in his words and it hurt you hearing Kylian agreeing with him.

“She was too clingy man” Neymar said to Kylian, referring to the girl he had recently broke up with “she was nice and all but please, let me breathe, she was on me all day, always wanting to hold hands…when we were at home together she was on me all day, always wanting to cuddle or hold each others…give me a break, I hate people these clingy” he joked.

“Yeah me too” Kylian said laughing too.

You felt a hole in your chest.

Kylian hated you? You didn’t understand.

He never said anything. No. Most of the times he was the big spoon, always wanting to hold you in his arms or kiss you. So why was he saying that?

Sergio gave you a concerning look, asking you if you were okay but you simply nodded.

You knew that if you talked you would burst out crying and you didn’t want to that, you didn’t want to look weak in front of your friends. And in front of Kylian. In two years of relationship he never saw you cry once. You always talked if there was something off or wrong so you never felt the need to cry because he was there right before something might happened. But this whole new behaviour was scaring you.

It’s been an hour and after that you all decided to go back home. Mostly because Sergio wanted to spend some time with his family and Neymar wanted to see his son too so you waved each others goodbye and left.

Kylian tried to talk to you during your walk back home but you ignored him. Your throat was still hurting you for all the tears you were keeping.

“Mon amour what do you want to eat?” Kylian asked you once you got back home.

“You pick…” you simply said.

“My love are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“Mh-mh” you replied back and went straight to sit on the couch. Kylian followed you and sat next to you, wanting to feel you close he grabbed your hands but you shoved him away.

“Babe you’re clearly mad at me, can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked you.

“I thought you hated clingy people” you remarked his own words.

“What? No…I never said that” he said.

“Earlier…with Neymar, you were talking how much you hated clingy girlfriends…I didn’t know I was too clingy but I won’t invade your personal space anymore and I’ll keep my distance” you said, your voice cracking a bit.

“No no no baby…listen to me” he kneeled in front of you “I didn’t mean anything I said…” he tried to explain himself.

“So why did you say it?” you asked him with a sarcastic tone.

“I didn’t mean that I swear baby…I just…Neymar broke up with his girlfriend just last week and I didn’t want him to put himself down more if he saw us together always holding hands or kissing…I wanted to show him some compassion you know?” he said back.

“No I don’t know…but I wished you talked to me instead of ignoring me for the whole morning…” you let a few tears fall but you were quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want to break in front of him.

“No baby don’t cry please…it hurts me knowing you’re crying because of me…” Kylian was quick to hug you and found yourself once again in the comfort of his arms.

“I wished you talked to me…you ignored me the whole morning and it kinda sucked” you confess him with a low voice, almost a whisper.

“I know baby I’m so sorry…it won’t happen I swear…I missed holding your hands today” he said kissing your cheek trying to wipe more tears away. You giggled at the contact of his lips on your cheeks and he was happy he was able to make you smile again.

“I think Ramos is gonna kill you tomorrow” you joked “he saw how you were ignoring me and he didn’t like it”.

“Yup. He’s gonna kill me” he agreed with you and you both started laughing. Kylian wrapped his arms around you and helped you sat in his lap while he ordered something to eat.

The day later at practice Ramos did really kill Kylian, telling him how much he didn’t like his behaviour towards you and that he had to treat you better. Of course you agreed with Sergio.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Kylian Mbappé request

Fluff to smut to fluff again

It’s your first time having sex after having your baby…

The beginning of the imagine is just pure fluffy domestic dad Kylian. Changing nappies, washing bottles, and he lets you sleep while he takes care of the baby because you deserve. You guys are both very horny cause 6 weeks is the longest you’ve ever gone. Kylian is embarrassed to admit, but he gets flustered when he sees you feeding your son. He wishes it was him.😂Today is finally your check up, and you come back and tell Kylian that you have been cleared. Some cute fluff where he worships you. And then some pillowtalk at the end about the fact that you guys are finally parents and it’s such a dream. That he’s glad to do it with you.

Thank you! 😊

kylian mbappè x reader

fluff and smut!

My man

you couldn’t be more thankful for the man you had by your side every single day.

from the moment, you told him that you were pregnant, he stood by your side like a puppy, never leaving you. 

during the whole pregnancy he made sure you were comfortable and not in any pain, that you were keeping yourself hydrated and rested. he loved taking care of you and he couldn’t wait to take care of your baby too.

when you gave birth he helped you in anyway he could, from changing diapers to feed the baby when you were sleeping, from cleaning the house to taking care of you if you were too tired to even take a short shower. he always reminded you how proud he was, how proud he was for you for having your baby, for keeping a baby inside of you for nine months and for giving birth to the most amazing child he could ever ask for.

kylian loved you from the bottom his heart and sometimes he was ashamed of how easily he got turned on. if you were doing your skin care in your pajamas or if you were breastfeeding your baby, he couldn’t help the way his body reacted to those simple gestures.

he didn’t want to pressure you because he knew you would be in pain and the doctor precisely told you to wait from 6 to 9 weeks before you could have sex again and this thing was literally killing him. he would have an erection even from the stupidest thing you could do.

truth be told you were horny too.

maybe it was the hormones or maybe the fact that you both stopped having sex when you entered the eight month because it was hurting you too much but now, almost five months later you were horny as fuck and you couldn’t wait to have kylian’s hands all over your body again.

since he wouldn’t make a move you decided it was your turn. you knew he wouldn’t want to hurt you or pressure you but you were ready for it and he needed to know that.

“kyky…” you called him. he was washing his face in your shared bathroom and when he heard his name he stopped doing everything that he was doing at the moment and he got his focus all on you.

“is everything okay baby?”

“when are you coming to bed?” you asked him a little apprehensive.

“why? is everything okay? are you hurt?” he sounded worried.

you wanted to play this good.

“my back hurts a bit…” you said.

the moment you said you were in pain he closed the bathroom door and he joined you on the bed.

“do you want me to give you a massage?” he asked you softly.

“please…”

“okay mon amour, turn around…” he whispered helping you laying flat on the bed. before you could do that you removed your t-shirt remaining in your bra. that drove kylian crazy but he pretended everything was okay. you saw the look in his eyes and you knew he was feeling as horny as you, you were both to stupid to admit it like two freaking teenagers.

“tell me where it hurts babe…” he asked you softly.

you showed him the spot that was near your shoulders and his delicate hands started massaging right there.

it felt like heaven having kylian’s hands on your body once again.

you couldn’t help the soft moans of pleasure that escaped your mouth. you could basically feel kylian’s erection on your ass and since you knew how bad you both wanted this you started moving your hips in his direction making him groan.

“mon ange…are you sure?” he asked you softly.

you turned around to look him in the eyes and he basically could tell just from your look how horny you were.

“please…it’s been too long kyky…i need to feel you again”

“okay mon amour okay…just let me know if it hurts okay? i’m gonna stop, i want you to be comfortable and not in any pain…” he said kissing your cheek.

“okay baby…now, would you please fuck me?”

he smiled and his hands began to work on your shorts. removing them and tossing them away. you were left in your bra and panties and just by looking down there he could tell how wet you were for him. he decided to leave your bra on, knowing how sensitive your breasts were he didn’t want to hurt you but that didn’t stopped him from leaving soft love kisses to one on each of them.

“is this all for me baby?” he asked you when his fingers gently touched your panties.

“yes kyky” you said.

he softly kissed your thighs, getting closer and closer where you needed him the most. he removed your panties, leaving you naked in front of him, but your insecurities started to flow your mind, knowing how much your body changed in these past months, all the rolls and stretch marks that you had now, everything was making you feel self conscious and kylian sensed it.

“you’re beautiful mon amour” he kissed your stomach “the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my life, i love you so so much…” he kissed your stomach once again “i love you and your beautiful body, can’t believe someone is as strong as you, you kept our baby safe here…i love you so much” he kissed you once again on the lips this time. the kiss was full of love and passion.

“now, let me show you how thankful i am for you baby girl” he said while his thumb started working on your clit.

that was enough to make you moan loud.

“i wanna hear more of this” he said while stretching you out with one of his fingers.

“oh shit kylian…”

“does that make you feel good?” kylian asked you.

“shit…yes keep going” you said while he started moving his finger faster, in and out of you. you were honestly embarrassed that it took you only a few minutes to come.

“oh fuck…” you moaned as you came around kylian’s fingers.

“how bad did you needed that?” he asked you.

“bad, really bad…” you breathed out.

he smiled at you, kissing your neck and collarbone, leaving bites and soft marks.

your hands went through his shorts and when you touched him you could practically feel his dick twitching in your hands. you proceeded to remove his shorts and his boxers, leaving him completely naked in front of you.

“i need you kylian please…” you brought his cock between your folds, showing him how much you were ready for him.

he slowly thrusted in you, feeling how tight you were he didn’t want to hurt you and once he was fully inside of you he waited a few minutes to let you adjust to his length. he started thrusting in you slowly, pressing his lips to yours, wanting to distract you in case you were in pain. truth was you were already a moaning mess, you both were trying to keep it low to not wake your baby’s up.

“oh god kylian right there please…” you moaned when he hit that special spot inside of you.

he started going harder and faster, hitting your spot over and over and that was enough to make you cum for the second time that night.

“oh my - kylian…” you came loud.

he followed you a few seconds later, spilling inside of you a letting some of his cum drip onto your thighs. he proudly looked at the mess you both made and smirked.

you took time to catch your breath again and when you opened your eyes again you saw kylian watching you with lovey eyes.

“are you okay baby?” he asked you and you nodded “was i too rough? did i hurt you?”

“no baby, it was perfect…” you smiled at him.

he was happy to hear that.

he cleaned you up, dressed you in one of his huge t-shirt and helped you laying back on your bed while his hands caressed your hair.

“goodnight my love” he whispered to you when he felt you were already asleep.

you fell asleep thinking about him, thinking about the man that saved your life that day before valentine’s day and how, from that day you became inseparable.

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[doomdaysdecays]

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[cherryxcadbury]

hey! just saw your post. could you write a mbappe imagine where they have a child and him and the child try to convince the reader for another sibling. super fluff!! 💋💋

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

2nd person pov

"Nicolas! Amour! Where are you two?" You called, waltzing into the sitting room where your son & husband sat.

The two were snuggled into the couch, whispering loudly into each other's ears in French. You tried hard to understand what they were saying, but your lack of knowledge on French did not help you in the slightest. The two perked up when they saw you enter.

"Cherie! Come sit!" Kylian smiled, patting the sofa, gesturing to sit between him and Nicolas.

You smiled, doing as suggested, laying back into the couch. Nicolas immediately climbed on your lap, while Kylian moved closer to you and placed your legs on his lap.

You eyed your two boys suspiciously. 

"What's going on?" 

"What do you mean mummy?" Nicolas looked up at you with deep eyes, full of emotion.

You chuckled, "Nothing. Mummy didn't mean anything." You kissed his cheek.

"I meant, what's up with you?" You shot Kylian a pointed look, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well, me and Nicolas were talking about what he wants for his birthday." Kylian began. 

You quirked and eyebrow at the both of them this time.

"Your birthday was last month love." You told your son.

"Yes but next year. When I turn four." He responded.

"Well," You said, turning your head to face him, "What is it that you want."

"A little brother or sister." He grinned, with so much hope in his eyes.

You smiled back at him but shot Kylian a dirty look, who just smirked in reply. He gently grabbed your face, and kissed you. It was a clear attempt to convince you to try for another child.

You swatted him away and turned back to Nicolas. 

"You know my love. Having a child isn't that easy." You reminded your son.

"Why don't you just go to the store and buy one?" Nicolas questioned innocently.

His eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh oh oh! Or ask Santa for Christmas next year, and a stork will come and drop one off!"

"Actually Nico, to have a child it needs more involvement in mummy and daddy's part s—" Kylian began.

You immediately shushed him. 

"Idiot! He's too young for this talk!" You scolded your husband.

"Mummy and Daddy will try very hard and talk to Santa about it. Okay?" You told Nicolas, who nodded enthusiastically. 

"Now come on, let's watch the film." You all directed your attention to the television.

Well at least you all thought you directed your attention. Not a moment later you felt a hand on your thigh. A thumb circling in the same spot over & over again. You turned to scowl at Kylian who just winked at you. 

You couldn't help but laugh.

***

Not more than thirty minutes later, Nicolas was asleep.

Kylian bent low to Nicolas's ear and whispered something in French to see if he was still awake. He was not. The two of your shared a knowing look. Words weren't needed ti communicate what you needed to communicate. 

You both got up, Nicolas in your arms, Kylian's arms around your waist. You had to walk only a few strides before you entered your son's room. Kylian gently laid him down and kissed his forehead. You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You kissed Nicolas's cheek, and wished him a good night. Though he was fast, fast asleep. 

The two of you walked out of his room quietly, being extra careful when closing the door. A sigh of relief was let out when it was all done without waking him up. You were about to head to the washroom to shower and get ready for bed before you felt Kylians grip on your wrist. He twirled you around so you were close to the wall. His forehead against yours, lips merely centimeters away from each other. 

"So about that baby?" He smirked. 

You scoffed. 

"Aw come on cherie! It's not like we can't give him a sibling." Kylian protested.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Maybe I just don't want to do what's required to make the child." You shot him a wink.

Kylian cocked his head, "Amour. I'm Kylian Mbappe. Everyone's attracted to me!" 

You smacked your hand against your forehead.

"Contrary to popular belief Kylian. Not everyone finds ninja turtles attractive."

“Pleaseee Y/N! Think about how cute it would be to have a little you running around! Then our family would truly be complete!”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, before strolling into your master bedroom, purposefully leaving the door wide open.

Kylian stood dumbfounded for a few minutes. He was very very confused. His ego also took a hit. You poked your head out from the door.

"Do you want to make that baby or not?" 

Thanks to Kylians speed, it didn't take one second for him to be in that room with the door slammed shut. 

*** Eleven months later

“Nicolas! Come see your birthday gift.” You warmly smiled at your son from the hospital bed.

Nicolas walked gingerly, hand in hand with his dad. Kylian greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, while Nicolas stood on his tip toes to see his new siblings. They were twins, one boy, and one girl.

Was that the plan? No, not really.

Nicolas’s eyes widened in delight while Kylian was almost reduced to tears. You propped Nicolas up on the hospital bed with you, while transferring both children into the arms of Kylian.

“They’re beautiful amour. We did a great job. I’m proud of you.” Kylian complimented, wishing he could take your hand if both weren’t occupied with holding his new kids.

“Mummy. I asked Santa for two brothers. Not a sister. The storks messed up.” Nicolas frowned.

You and Kylian laughed while he nudged Nicolas’s shoulder.

“Nicolas. Do you want to name them?” Kylian asked earnestly, receiving a nod from you in approval.

Secretly, you were a little hesitant. There was one certain name you had your heart set on for the girl, you doubted Nicolas would choose it. But his happiness mattered more to you than some picture perfect names.

“Hmmm, for the boy, Theo.” Nicolas started.

You nodded, you liked it.

“And for the girl. Lena!” Nicolas cheered, looking into your eyes with glee.

You grinned, that had been the name you wanted all along. But how did he know? Ah, of course. You turned your head to meet your husband’s gaze. Of course it was Kylian’s doing.

“I love you.” You mouthed to him.

“I love you more.” He winked back, causing your cheeks to grow red.

still, after all these years. That man’s affect on you would never change.

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[didishawn]

Then can I request a kylian fic where the reader is Jude and jobe Bellingham’s older sister and she is about 20/21 yo and she gets sm dms from different players, basketball players singer etc etc.. but then she gets a dm from kylian ( and kylian is her celeb crush) so she is over the moon then her brothers find out and become so overprotective over her.

Thank you for reading this long request bbs

❤️❤️❤️

Celebrity crush (Kylian Mbappe x Reader)

Warnings: none really, just celebs flirting with you and being kind of suggestive I guess

Masterlist

Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

"Hey, Jude, care to tell me what your friend is doing on my dms?"

That definitely catches your brother's attention, walking over and taking the phone from your hand, his eyes widen when he sees Haaland react to your story with heart eyes, fires and a: looking good, Bellingham

"What an asshole" your brother says, scrolling up to see more messages like that from his friend "Any other friend of mine over your dms?"

You see your brother's intention of checking out more messages, you stand up, taking the phone off his hand, making him and Jobe -sitting on the couch, previously distracted, but now with a watchful eye staring at you-surprised.

Jude raises an eyebrow "What was that about?"

You give him a nervous smile "What was what about?"

"Taking the phone off his hand" Jobe says "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, just don't want my little brother going through my dms"

"Do you have a boyfriend that you don't want us to know about?" Jude asks, his arms crossed, imitating your father whenever he saw you with some boy.

"And where did you get that from?"

"I don't know, you have been pretty cheery recently, not as annoying, and know are hiding something on your phone"

"You really want to see who else dms me?"

"I surely want to know if you are -Jobe cover your ears- hooking up with any of my teammates"

"I know what hooking up is...."

"Seriously, Jude? Fine, here, take it, I don't think you will find any of your friends there, but who knows?"

Honestly, Jude was kind of joking when he made his drama queen act about the dms, but he is not about to miss the chance of seeing who messages his dear sister.

Pedri González: coming any time soon to Barcelona? I can show you around the city and some real fun

Jamal Musiala: looking great, makes me want to show you who the best team of the Bundesliga really is

Harry Styles: wanna come to my next concert? Then we can find something better to do

Hero Fiennes Tiffin

Jude doesn't have time to read what that one said as his eyes go to the next name, he has that look that says: bullocks.

"You can't be serious, Kylian Mbappe?" he shouts, Jobe is instantly next to him watching your screen, your cheeks red.

Your brothers are speechless as they scroll over months of conversations in between you and who they know to be your celebrity crush, unbelieving when they see it was Kylian -or, Kyky as you call him-was the first to reach out to you, reacting to some story of yours of you tanning on the beach.

The man has invited you to France and all, and even offered to be the one to come and see you, doesn't matter if you are in Germany or England, he says he wants to see you.

"I can't believe it..." Jude sighs, Jobe nods.

"And you didn't tell us!"

"Because just look how crazy you are now. Besides, it's nothing serious, we are just friends"

"Yeah, right, that's why he constantly ssays you are hot and is desperate to see you"

"We are friends"

"You still should have told us!" the younger of the two says.

Jude is still for a second, seemingly deep in thought -you refrain from commenting how your never thought him to be one capable of thinking- he opens the camera, pointing at him and Jobe, whispers something at the younger one, you are confused, but refrain from saying anything as you see him press record.

"Hello Kylian, I am Jude, this is Jobe, but you must already know that judging by how much you seem to talk to my sister. You see, this video is just a warning to be very careful on whatever match we see each other next in, because I will be going after you. What on Earth is this about flirting with a maybe-future teammate's sister. Not cool at all, right Jobe? "

"Yeah! Not cool! At all!" you can't help but snort.

"So, yeah, just sleep with an open eye, and also, forget about my sister, she is too good for you even if she is pretty annoying"

"What? I am not annoying!"

"Yes you are, now shut up, I am not done yet" Jude turns again to the camera "Or you can continue talking to her and see what happens. Anyways, now I am finished, see ya around, Kyky"

They send the video, looking pretty proud of themselves.

Kylian opens your message as soon as it arrives as he always does, Jude and Jobe expectant for his reaction.

A couple of minutes later, a video from him arrives too, your brothers opening it without delay.

"Hello, Jude, Jobe, of course I know who you are, because you are right, I spend day and night talking with your sister and I don't intend to stop. I am pretty exited for what you will supposedly be doing next time we see each other Jude, I am sure you have some tricks up your sleeve - so do I, by the way. Really hoping we do end up as predicted on the same team, to see the look on your face when y/n uses my number instead of yours. Also, tell your sister to call me later, and don't be surprised when she travels to Paris on the next couple of weeks, she will be with me, my treat. Take care care you two, and give the phone back to your sister, I have something to show her"

Your brothers are speechless, and you, can't hp but laugh, taking your phone you start walking off, but turn to them "Oh, yeah, I will be asking you later for some tips about what to wear to Paris. I want to look my best, you know?"

You laugh at their expressions, a gentle smile taking over your face when a text from the man himself arrives, this time for you.

Your brothers are pretty funny, love, but we will also have to make sure to fill up the internet with photos about us when you come to me. Just as a payback.

#mbappe #kylian mbappe #mbappe psg #psg #mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #france national team #france nt #jude bellingham #jobe bellingham #england nt #england national team

[httpsdana]

Can you write an angst about y/n being jealous of kylian's best girlfriend?

kylian and his best girlfriend's extreme intimacy may have made y/n suspicious, they might get into a fight when she tells kylian that.

You can choose the final part (break up or make up)

The One~Kylian Mbappe

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

my first Kylian imagine took a lot of likes so I thought id write another one cuz why not

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

Jules -> Kylian's best friend

Was it jealousy? Insecurity? Bitterness?

y/n didn't quite know her feelings towards Kylian and his best friend's, who was a girl, relationship. There was something between them that y/n couldn't quite point out.

She always tried to shake off the feeling she gets when seeing them together, but sometimes it got out of hand. They were best friends since childhood, and she didn't to ruin that because of the stupid feeling in her gut.

y/n could never hate Jules. She was amazing. A literal angel. She was always so sweet with y/n. That made it hard for y/n. How could she hate such an angel?

What made things worse was that y/n and Kylian had a private relationship. He wasn't able to take her out on proper dates, or on events that he was invited to. He was never able to show her off to the world. She was never able to shine on the red carpet next to Kylian. But Jules was.

Jules was Kylian's date to every place he went to. Every party, every ceremony, every event. y/n was always trying to get used to it, but she never could. How could she get used to seeing her boyfriend in the arms of another girl. A girl who she thought was perfect. Blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, perfect body. She was a perfect girl for people like Kylian. People who have an amazing reputation that they have to maintain. This reputation would be ruined if the world knew who he was really dating.

y/n glanced at Kylian, who was getting ready for an event. He was receiving an award tonight, and she was super proud of him. Except she wouldn't be the one to show that to the world, but Jules

"you look so handsome Ky" she said from her seat, making Kylian smile at her through the mirror

"Merci mon amour" he said with a small smile

He was about to tell her something, when his phone rang. He glanced at it, smiling when he saw Jules' name.

"its Jules. I think she's ready. I have to go pick her up" he let out a sigh. y/n's smile faded at the mention of Jules. She thought she was ready to mention her discomfort in his friendship with Jules

"I think we should talk when you come back" she said in a low voice. Kylian who was sitting at the end of the Ned tying his shoes, looked up at her with a confused look

"everything okay baby?" he asked, sensing her sadness, even if she tried masking it with a smile

"we'll talk when you're back. don't worry. busy enjoy your night. I'm so proud of you Kyky" she wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her back burying his head in her neck

"I will mon amour. And thank you for being there for me at every step of my career. I wouldn't have done it without you baby" he said into her neck.

y/n was feeling guilty now for ever doubting Kylian's feelings towards her. So she smiled him and kissed his lips lightly

"go now. Jules must be waiting for you" she said ,with a fake smile. Kylian smiled and pecked her lips a few times before walking out of the room

y/n let out a sigh and flopped down on the bed.

Maybe she was just overthinking everything? Maybe she was just jealous that Jules gets to go out with him and not because she likes him but because she's his best friend?

These thoughts kept running through her head for almost an hour, until she started receiving a lot of notifications from Twitter.

She knew the event must have started, because she followed accounts that posted videos and photos of the guests there. So she opened her phone. And she wish she didn't

She was met with a video of Kylian and Jules exiting the car they arrived in. Kylian got out first and held his hand out for Jules, something he always did for her. Once they were out, they walked to the red carpet where they were supposed the pose and take pictures, hand in hand. Kylian had his arm around her waist, while she leaned closer to him, her hand on his chest, kissing his cheek while whispering something in his ear. Kylian laughed before they posed for a few more pictures and walked inside.

y/n felt her heart in her stomach. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and turned off her phone. She got lost in her own thoughts, which was the worse place for an overthinker like her to be at.

he seems happy with Jules

he never smiled that widely when he was around her

his laugh seemed genuine

does he still love her?

he's known Jules his whole life, he might have fallen for her before but never realized until now

why would he be with a girl he has only known for a few years when he can be with girl he's known since diapers?

y/n didn't realize she was crying until one tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it away for other tears to start crawling down her cheeks. She stopped trying to wipe her tears and just laid in bed, crying until she fell asleep before Kylian even came home.

Next Morning

y/n woke up with a headache, while Kylian was laying next to her. She decided to address her opinion about his friendship with Jules, so she woke him up.

"bonjour mon amour. I arrived late last night and didn't want to wake you up" his voice was deep and hoarse, while he rubbed his eyes and sat up

"Kyky I need to ask you something" she said in a low voice

"anything" he said, getting a bit worried about her

"is there...is there like something between you and Jules?" she asked, a bit afraid of his reaction

"w-what do you mean?" he asked, chuckling nervously.

That didn't help in the uneasiness y/n was feeling

"like, do you like her or something? she seems so into you and you guys are close, always going out together and taking pictures and hugging each other. its annoying to see her treat you like her boyfriend when I exist and she knows it" y/n confessed, feeling the weight shift off her shoulders, until she was met with an angry expression from Kylian

"you think I'm cheating on you y/n? for gods sake Jules and I have been best friends since forever and if I wanted to date her I would've done that ages ago before I even met you. why are you jealous of her? jealousy makes relationships toxic y/n" he said in an angry tone

y/n closed her eyes to keep the tears inside, but they fell down her cheeks anyways

"you don't understand Kylian" she whispered, shaking her head and avoiding his eyes

"then make me understand y/n. or else we'll have to break up if you're gonna stay jealous of my best friend" he said, emphasizing the 'best friend'

"she makes me insecure Ky. she gets to go out with you and show you off when you aren't even hers. She makes me doubt myself, making me wonder why you're with me when you could be with someone like her. a model with an amazing personality, body, face, literally everything. she's perfect. something I am not. so if you want to be with her, then its fine. but don't lie to me and tell me you love me when you want her" she breathed out, while Kylian was looking at her with sad eyes, feeling dumb for not seeing and noticing the way she was feeling

"y/n, amour, me and Jules are just friends. I don't want her, I want and have you. If I liked her, trust me, I would be with her. But I want you. I need you y/n. you're everything my life revolves around. I can't breathe when you're not near. I can't wait to see you again when I'm away. you mean so much to me baby and it hurts for me to realize that you don't know that you're the one for me. the only one I need and will ever need in my whole life" he cupped her cheek in his hand, never letting the contact between their eyes break

Tears were still streaming down y/n's face, but this time they were tears of joy. She realized that Kylian actually loves her. not Jules, not anyone, but her. She smiled at him, feeling the relief engluf her.

"I love you Kyky" she mumbled, while Kylian wiped her tears with his thumb

"I love you more mon ange. how about some pancakes to make you feel better?" he suggested, making the smile on y/n's face widen

"that would be great"

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[lovefks]

ᥫ᭡Kisses.ᐟ ［Neymar x reader］

ᥫ᭡ summary cuddles and kisses is what you love being woken up for

ᥫ᭡ pairing neymar jr x reader

ᥫ᭡ warning nothing but

Being woken up is trash, especially when it’s weekend. But there is only one condition you allow to be woken up to; morning kisses.

You could feel his soft lips on yours, your lips between his. You just love that feeling. You tried to speak, but only a little squeak came out as you still felt his lips on yours. „Ney…” you murmured softly. This made him grab your hip and pull you even closer. You mumbled his name again „mhm“ he mumbled back while still kissing you.

You tried to answer, but soon his lips landed on your cheek, nibbling on it softly. „Ney… what are you doing“ you said while giggling softly. You loved every second of it and Neymar knew it. „Yes Meu anjo?“ he said while his voice got blocked by your cheek. He moved to your lips again, while you stroke his hair softly, letting out small, soft giggles. „you are so cute, you know that?“ you tried to say, but it as just a non understandable sentence.

He stoped kissing you and you both looked your eyes; he has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen…

He began to shift and cuddled his head into your neck. „thank you y/n. Você é a pessoa mais bonita do mundo“ he mumbled into your neck. Oops you thought, I just said that out loud (You are the most prettiest person in the world)

These are the moments you never thought would become reality. The moments you had only dreamed about, but when you met Neymar, he made those dreams become reality without knowing that what he does, is exactly what you want,

Him cuddling into you with his lips softly kissing you, with your hands around him; these moments…

…These moments where the ones who were worth it being woken up

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[graveyardvalentinee]

confessions / neymar jr

Pairing : Neymar x Reader

Warnings : light smut

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

It was supposed to be a secret.

Just between the two of us.

We both knew how stupid and risky it was. Sneaking around , meeting up any where we could just to get a simple taste of each other.

We knew the if it ever got out the media would go crazy.

But we couldn’t help ourselves. It was almost as if we were addicted to one another , which from my side - wasn’t entirely wrong.

We would go to the same places , have friends in common , watch each other across the room , then with no one knowing ; go home together.

Having the time of our lives.

Which is exactly what is happening now.

Except - instead of going over to his house and letting him take me however he wanted all night long , we are now at my apartment trying to sort out how in the world we we’re going to explain to the media why Neymar did what he did.

“We can just tell everyone you’re my cousin.” He says. Is he actually serious ?

“Your cousin ? Really Neymar. I don’t think you say things like that about your cousin , and if you - then that will be an even bigger problem.”

“Well why don’t you come up with something better , huh!” He says slightly raising his voice at me.

“ME ? Why me! If it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be in this mess meu deus.” [ my god ] I argue back , standing up from the kitchen stool and getting in his face. He was being so irrational.

“What did you want me to do Y/N. Stay there and watch him put his hands all over you like he owns you or something ? And you - watching me while he fucking does it like it’s funny or something.”

“You’re not the innocent one here. You let that skank drool all over you on the dance floor , sweet talking into her ear the whole time!”

“Plus - you are the one who made it very clear this was just us having fun from the beginning.” I add.

Even tho there were times when you two weren’t just with each other for sex , sometimes it was much more. But knowing Neymar and his past you tried to never let it get to your head.

“Foda-se ela , she is nothing to me. Who do I bring home ? Who do I pour my all into every time we’re together ?” [ fuck her ] He shouts , his face so serious but - his eyes full of something I can’t make out.

“Me , it has been me for the past 8 months. But that does not give you the right to beat the guy senseless.” I say , grabbing his hands that are still bruised and bloody , bringing him to the couch and getting the first aid kit.

“I know I’m the one who implied just sex in the beginning ; mas deus - I’m so tired of everyone thinking you don’t belong to me!” [but god]

What? Is he implying what I think he is?

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

2 hours earlier

The dark liquor burned my throat.

I didn’t mind tho , Neymar dancing with some blonde chick was enough to make me want to get drunk senseless and dance all night.

Screw his plans of taking me to his house.

I catch this guy eyeing me and make my way to him.

I get a good look at him - blue eyes , sand blonde straight hair ,tall but a lanky build.

Perfect , Neymar’s opposite.

I lean into his ear and whisper “Want to dance querido?” Wasting no time in small talk , just wanting to show Neymar he’s not the only one who can play at this game.

“Gladly sweet heart” gross.

On the dance floor I let him get behind me , placing his hands on my hips while I start swaying my hips to the music.

I spot Neymar across the club from me , his hands still wrapped around the skank. He smirks - actually smirks.

That asshole.

I bring the guys hands tighter around me , letting him nuzzle his face into my neck. I giggle ; pretending I like it.

The beat of the song changes to a more sensual tone , causing me to slowly grind on the guy - god I don’t even know his name.

All this going on while me and Neymar hold eye contact , his eyes piercing into mine.

I wink at him.

Suddenly the guy moves my hair to the side and starts to kiss along my neck. His hands now roaming all around my body.

“Let’s take this to my place , it’s on West Street.”

I ignore his comment and turn back to look at Neymar - only that he’s no longer where he was , he’s now walking , no marching my way. Shooting daggers with his eyes at the guy behind me.

Oh fuck.

“What do you think you’re doing Y/N.” Neymar spits at me.

“I- I was just - ”

“She’s having fun with me , as you can clearly see man. It’d be nice if you’d leave us alone.” The guy says.

“Oh you both were having fun.” Neymar says loudly while laughing.

Some eyes turn to us.

“That’s Neymar Jr!” “And that’s the model Y/N!” I hear people whispering.

Shit.

“Well we were about to continue the fun at my place until you decided to bother us.”

I can tell Neymar’s insanely drunk by the way his eyes are droopy and slanted. His jaw clenches before be looks between me and the guy.

“What’s your name huh?” He asks.

“Alexander why?”

“Neymar just cut it out , let’s leave.” I cut in , trying to end all of this considering almost every one in the club is now watching.

“Oh - so you do know him.” Alexander says sounding annoyed. I can tell Neymar gets even angrier by his remark.

“Of course she knows me! I make her mine anywhere , every fucking chance I get! Just ask her! She enjoys every second of it.” Neymar shouts.

No, no, no no no.

Did he really just say that. In front of everyone.

“I can make you forget all about him beautiful.” Alexander says to me while smirking.

I have no time to say anything back when Neymar suddenly lunges forward and punches Alexander straight in the jaw , causing him to loose his balance and fall on the floor. Neymar gets on top of him , one hand grabbing the guy by his collar - before saying ;

“You’re going no where with her!” Before punching him in the face again.

“She’s mine!” Another punch. And another.

Everything around me is blocked out and all I can do is stand here and watch. I can hear people yelling for security.

Neymar is still on top of the guy beating him to a pulp when the security guy comes and pulls him off.

“You two OUT NOW!” The security yells pointing at me and Neymar.

Neymar gets up and wipes the blood from his hands on his shirt. His eyes looking up - meeting mine.

I reach for his hands , trying to get us out of here. I look around and notice people with phones out recording.

This is bad. Horribly bad. By morning this will be all over the media. Headlines everywhere. This was the last thing I wanted to happen tonight.

Taking Neymar’s hands in mine I turn around heading towards the exit before we hear Alexander talking yet again

“If you every get tired of him sweet heart , you know where to find me.”

Is he asking for it at this point ?

Neymar tries to lunge at him once more before the security guard grabs him from behind - almost dragging him out of the club , not before Neymar yells back

“Tired of me? The only one getting tired is her from us going at it all night idiota!”

“You wish you could have her - but you never fucking will!”

At this point it’s getting kind of funny. This guy is getting humiliated in front of everyone by the actual Neymar Jr.

And the way Neymar is talking about me strangely makes me swoon - even if what he’s saying about me is highly inappropriate. It’s almost as if he’s saying I’m his. Jesus , what has gotten into me.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

present time

I shake my head and sigh.

He can’t be serious. Neymar is not the relationship type - especially if we’ve been keeping this going for months. If he really wanted something he could’ve spoken up earlier.

“Neymar you’re drunk. You’re speaking none sense.” I say , my voice slightly breaking.

Knowing the feelings I have for him don’t make it any easier on me.

“I’m past drunk Y/N. Me and you both know this isn’t just sex anymore.” He says looking up and meeting my eyes. His hands still wrapped around mines from me bandaging them up.

We’ve been this close before so many times , hell, we’re basically glued to each other every time we’re together but this. This feels different.

“Two people just having casual sex don’t lay together for hours after. They don’t fly from country to country just to be together for merely 5 hours. They don’t cancel important events just so one can go comfort the other after a bad day.” He continues.

And he’s right. I know he’s right. We both know he is.

“I never thought about it that way before Juninho.” Lie. I think about it all the time. Every time we are together.

He takes his hands away from mine and stands up , shaking his head.

“You’re lying to yourself querida! I can see it clearly on your face.”

Silence. No words come out of my mouth.

“Why aren’t you saying anything ? Is it because of the way I talked about you in the club? Listen , im sorry , I should not have talked about you in that way. I was drunk and just wanted to find a way to make him back off. I now see that speaking of you in that way was not the answer.”

“It is not that Neymar.”

“Then what! What is it ? What are you afraid of-”

Meu deus.

“I’m afraid that I’m so deeply attached to you , it fucking terrifies me. I have been ever since the first night we spent together. Those feelings have always been there for me! And for you to just out of no where come to me with all of this? You could’ve spoken up way earlier instead of dragging it out this long.” I finally said it. The feelings I have been trying to push down and avoid for months are now out there.

It’s his turn to be silent now.

I feel a wave of embarrassment go over me. I probably came off too strong. He’s probably changed his mind about this whole thing now. I ruined it - the chance I had with him is now gone.

“Look who’s the silent one now. Just forget I said anything , I’ll contact my manager tomorrow morning to find a way to settle this whole mess. You can sleep on the couch for tonight.” I rush out , trying to get up as quickly as I can and go to my room to escape the heavy awkwardness in the room.

I always end up embarrassing myself like this. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.

I make my way past him , not daring to look back. Tears slowly fill my eyes but I push them straight back in. He will not get tears out of me.

Before I can open the door to my room I feel his hand wrap around my wrist. He turns me around and pushes me against my bedroom door , his hands on either side of my head.

“I have been waiting for you to admit those words to me even before the first night we slept together. When I first saw you at Lionel’s wedding I couldn’t take my eyes off you the whole night. Every time I’m with you , I block out the whole world - wishing we could stay wrapped up within each other forever. You have nothing to be afraid of with me because I’d give up anything to make you mines Y/N. If I would’ve known you felt like that I would’ve spoken up months ago.”

He lets out a breath , staring deeply into my eyes.

“Please don’t tell me it’s too late …” he whispers.

I don’t respond back. Instead I grab his face smashing our lips together. I cling onto his shoulders , his hair , his back , trying to grasp as much of him as I can. He stands there shocked for a moment by my action before kissing me back with even more hunger.

He breaks the kiss first , both of us gasping for air.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He questions.

“A million times yes.”

He grins before picking me up , causing me to wrap my legs around him. He gently settles me down on my bed , hovering over me. Gently laying kisses on my neck and upper chest.

His hands come up my sides , caressing every inch of my body. His eyes slowly roaming all of me while he slips off my dress. Then reaching behind me to unclasp my bra , he dives straight into my chest , licking and sucking my breasts. One of his hands comes up to grasp my nipple , while the other goes down and brushes over my clothed center.

He applies a bit more pressure , and by this point I’m a mewling mess. Panting heavily. Tired of being patient.

“Ney… please” I moan.

He meets my gaze , smirking while still sucking on my breasts.

“Hmm? Please what linda?” He teases , rubbing slow circles on my clit.

He’s the absolute death of me.

“Please - fuck me. I can’t … I can’t take this anymore.” I have no control of the words coming out of my mouth by this point.

“Meu deus, I’ll never get over how gorgeous you are. Having you spread out - all for me , just for me…” [my god]

“I’m yours , forever.” I whisper , running my hands through his curls.

“Forever mines , yes , because I’m never letting you go.”

He comes back up to my face , kissing me with so much passion , pulling my hands above my head and intertwining them with his.

The next few hours were spent with us breathlessly and hungrily going at each other.

While laying together after , Neymar mentions over and over again how long he has been waiting for this moment - for us to finally become ; us.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

my first one shot ever , i definitely want to write more of these and don’t have many ideas so if anyone would want to request some ideas - please do! hope you guys enjoy ✰

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[raphoupix]

Shirtless frenchmen after France v. Chile

Kylian Mbappé - Olivier Giroud Aurélien Tchouaméni - Jules Koundé

#kylian mbappe #olivier giroud #aurelien tchouameni #jules kounde #france nt #shirtless #euro 2024 #friendly match #football #soccer #footballers #footballer #psg #ac milan #real madrid #fc barcelona #jules koundé #kylian mbappé #aurélien tchouaméni

[applejuicefruit]

you’re the best writing angst so i was wondering if i could request some angst with kylian where he cheats and she finds out please? no happy ending please?

writing this made me cry also i am sure kylian would not be like this in real life so this is all fictional haha

thank you for requesting this i hope you like it <3

kylian mbappe x reader

Was she worth it?

Twitter just fucked up your relationship.

You wished you weren’t so bored to go and spend hours and hours on Twitter but here you were, with your phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. You saw Kylian’s name trending on Twitter so you decided to check it out, you thought that maybe he was trending because of the upcoming game PSG had that week but nothing could have prepared you for what you were seeing.

Kylian, hand in hand with his best friend in one picture. Holding her waist in an other picture. Her kissing him on the cheek in the next picture. Kylian kissing her on the lips in the last picture. You knew he was having a “PSG dinner” but apparently he was at some party Neymar threw in one of the most exclusive clubs in Paris.

Those pictures went worldwide in a second.

“Kylian cheating on y/n is the last thing I needed to see” one of Kylian’s fan pages tweeted. You were glad that most of his fans were standing by your side, knowing that Kylian was madly in love with you and felt betrayed by this behaviour.

“What is they broke up and he’s just having fun?” someone else tweeted. How could you have break up when he posted a picture of the two of you together two days ago?

“I’m a daughter of divorced parents” someone else joked, you laughed a bit through tears knowing that it’s a typical fangirl thing to say. You said that too when Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston broke up so you couldn’t blame them.

“Finally he found someone prettier” someone said. That made you hurt. Millions of thoughts started running into your mind.

The worst part was probably that Neymar, one of your best friends was the one who threw the party and didn’t even invite you, probably knowing that Kylian was cheating on you. Everyone from the team was there. All of your friends and their wives and girlfriends, when Kylian only said it was a business dinner and you didn’t have to go because it would have been boring, instead he was partying and cheating on you. And everyone knew and said nothing.

You couldn’t explain what you were feeling. You were feeling humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed by the people you thought were your friends, sad, angry, disappointed and heart broken. A mix of everything that didn’t go well with the wine you were drinking.

You saw people tagging you on Instagram and decided to open it, it couldn’t have been worse that Twitter you thought. It was so wrong.

Neymar posted a few stories where everyone was having fun, drinking and dancing. Your best friend posted a video of Kylian and whoever that girl was who was sat on his lap while they were hugging. Your best friend. The man who threatened Kylian once you started dating. He posted a story where Kylian, that girl, Achraf and Hiba were there all laughing and having fun. Your two other friends. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, feeling betrayed by them and Kylian.

You knew everyone was drunk and that Neymar would have regretted posting those pictures the next day but it was too late. You saw the pictures, the whole world saw the pictures.

You put your Instagram private, unfollowing everyone who was there at the party and blocking them, including Kylian too.

You were so tired you went straight to bed and cried yourself to sleep.

Kylian got home around 3 am, drunk but not too drunk to know what happened that night. He knew he fucked up bad. Neymar started feeling guilty too he tried to reach your DMs but couldn’t find nothing on you, seeing you blocked him.

“She blocked me” he texted to Kylian who left him on read. Kylian immediately checked his insta but he couldn’t found you either, meaning you saw the pictures and the videos. He fucked up really bad.

He decided to sleep in the guest bedroom knowing you probably wouldn’t want to see him that night.

He woke up before you, feeling a little hungover but more worried about how his relationship might turn. He made some breakfast for the two of you and waited for you to wake up.

You didn’t even know that Kylian was back home so you simply got out of your bedroom and went straight to the kitchen, only to find Kylian sat at the table with a guilty look on his face.

Good. That’s how you wanted him to feel. Guilty. Humiliated. Alone. As you felt last night.

“Mon amour can we talk please?” he asked you but you immediately corrected him

“Y/n. Not mon amour, just y/n” you said with a hard look on your face. You had no more tears after last night. Sadness ran so madness and anger could walk. You thought about what to do all night and the answer was easy, breaking up with him in the most cruel way. You never felt so sad and humiliated like last night so it was only fair that he felt the same way.

“Baby please…” he said standing up from the chair and taking a few steps towards you but you backed off

“Y/n” you repeated

“I’m so sorry, I swear…” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes

“About what? Cheating? Lying? Humiliating me? Be more specific Mbappè” you said calling him by last name

“For everything…I wish I could say I was just drunk but I wasn’t, I just…I have no excuses but it wasn’t my intention to cheat on you” he said but you couldn’t help but laugh

“Are you even listening to yourself Kylian? First you lie to me telling me you have a business meeting, then I find out that you are with Neymar, my best friend who threw a party and didn’t even invite me, and for last I see pictures and videos of you cheating on me with I don’t know who, while laughing and having fun and all you can say is sorry?” you said, your hard look never leaving your face, you didn’t want to show your weakness because you knew that if you started crying you would forgive him “Do you know how I felt? When everyone I knew were having fun knowing that you cheated? I felt so fucking humiliated and sad and mad and all I wanted to do was never seeing you again, something that I’m going to do soon because you’ll never see me again Kylian” you said, your look never leaving his face

“What-what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit while tears fell from his face

“That it’s over. We’re done. You’re dead to me” you said taking off the promise ring he got you for your last birthday. A promise to love you that he couldn’t keep.

“No-no this isn’t real…I made a mistake I know, she doesn’t mean nothing to me, I need you here you-you can’t do this” he said fully crying. You’ve never seen Kylian crying so much and a part of you felt bad, the other part was proud of you for standing against him.

“I already did it. I’ll be back when you’re at practice so I can pack and leave…I don’t want to see you ever again, I only hope she was worth it” you said leaving your apartment, you didn’t care if you were wearing only your pajamas, you needed to get away from that house as soon as possible.

You reached for your car and once you were inside you let all of your tears fall. Sobs hurting your chest, your breathing fast and heavy. You started driving, you had no idea of where to go. When something bad happened and Kylian wasn’t there you would usually call Neymar but you couldn’t face him at the moment. But in the same time you were thinking about Neymar he popped up in the home of your phone, trying to call you.

You answered, ready to end him as you just did with Kylian.

“Y/n honey where are you? Kylian told me everything, are you safe? Are you driving?” he asked through the phone

“So now you care?” you asked, your voice breaking a little

“What you mean? Of course I care about you…” he said back

“Oh cut the bullshit! Did you have fun last night?” you sarcastically asked him

“Y/n listen to me…” he tried to speak but you stopped him

“No you listen to me. You were my best friend. Were because you’re a total stranger now to me. You had the nerve to post about Kylian and his new chick on your stories and now you’re asking me if I’m okay? Of course not! Kylian’s dead to me, I don’t want to ever see him again, he broke all of my trust and so did you…Ney I thought you really cared” you took a deep breath and continued talking “I don’t care how drunk you were, I don’t care honestly…just so you know, we’re done. You’re dead to me too, you and your little friend and all of the people who I thought were my friends. It’s over” you said before hanging up, not even giving him the chance to speak. He tried to call you back but you simply wouldn’t answer. You kept driving without nowhere to go. Almost an hour later you stopped in an empty parking lot, trying to recompose yourself and, with your spam account, checking instagram one last time to see if the news reached everyone. Apparently it did.

Kylian posted a picture of the teddy bear he gave you for your birthday and that you kept in the living room near the couch with a caption that said “a single mistake can turn your life upside down, i’ll regret it for the rest of my life but if you’re seeing this i wish you every good thing, you’re too pure for this world, love you forever, kylian”.

You sobbed a little but it was time for you to move one. You couldn’t break down now, everyone betrayed you, it was you and you only.

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[mar1ee]

so I finally decided to write something. sorry if this is cringe cus it's my first time writing something like this. also english isnt my first language.

i think neymar wouldn't do this irl it's just for the plot

pairings: neymar x reader

warnings: cuss words, angst, idk what else really

you and neymar had an argument on his game day and he blamed the loss on you- angst ending with fluff

I am sorry meu amor

you were currently in your office working, thinking about a stupid argument you had with neymar this morning.

"he is definitely flirting with you y/n" neymar said with anger in his voice. you couldn't believe he is making this an argument. "neymar, he is an old friend from school" you said almost yelling. "yeah just a friend, then why is he flirting with you?" he said. "neymar stop this. i cant have friends just because your fucking jealous even if a guy looks at me!" you said raising your voice. "he even has a wife and kids!" you said. "well I guess that still doesn't stop him from flirting with my girlfriend!" he yelled at you like it was your fault that the guy complimented your body. "i cant do this anymore. have a nice day." you said calmly. then you walked out of the house.

neymar had a game today. but you couldn't come because you had a lot of work. maybe it was better.

you entered the house and you immediately turned on the TV. you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote. you clicked the numbers of the sports channel. you saw that PSG is losing. you thought to your self, that if they are gonna loose, it is not gonna help with the situation between you and your boyfriend.

it was the end of the game and PSG lost. you decided to be nice to neymar and just forget about the argument.

"hi ney" you said as soon as you heard the door open. but you didn't receive an answer. "you did good" you said when you saw him coming into the kitchen. "no i didn't, in fact it's your fault" he said not even looking at you. you couldn't believe it. did he just blame the loss on you? "what?" was the only word that came out of your mouth. "yeah you heard me. if you didn't cause the stupid argument i wouldn't be mad and I would play better." he said. is he serious right now? he caused the whole argument and he dares to blame it on you. "neymar, you can't be fucking serious right now. you are blaming the argument that was caused by your stupid egoistic ass, on me?" you said raising your voice. you wanted to cry. it was stupid, but you wanted to. "i gave you everything. i find time just for your games to support you. i was there with you when you lost, when you won, when you were injured. i did everything just to make you happy and you reward me with this? i cant have friends! i don't remember the last time I went out! and it's just because of you!" you said while tears streamed down your face. neymar meanwhile realized that you were right. he tried to hug you but you stepped back. "dont try to say sorry to me right now." these were the last words you said before going to get your things. you weren't going anywhere, because you didn't have anywhere to go, but the guest room was empty, so that was going to be your room for a few days you thought.

when neymar went to sleep he didn't find you in bed. he was regretting what he said. you were right he was jealous even if a guy looked at you. it was because he couldn't even imagine the feeling of loosing you. he was scared you are gonna leave him cause he's not enough. that's why he was so overprotective. he didn't really sleep that night the feeling not having you beside him was absolutely terrible. he wanted to make it up to you.

you woke up really late. you didn't care about sleeping alone because neymar was traveling alot because of football, so you were used to sleeping alone for few days. you didn't want to meet him in the kitchen, but you didn't have any other option since you were starving. as you walked down the stairs your nose caught a beautiful smell of food being cooked. of course you wished to go downstairs hug him and have a breakfast with your boyfriend but you were pretty stubborn, well until you saw what he did. your heart immediately melted when you saw the biggest bouquet of flowers, few designer bags, your favourite snacks laying on the table. you went to neymar to hug him but he stopped you. "y/n i am so sorry for saying that last night. i am an complete idiot. i never want to experience a night without you again. i am so jealous just because the thought, of you, leaving me hurts. it's not because I think you would cheat, but because i dont know if i am enough for you. as you said, you did everything for me and you were here in every situation. i don't deserve you. i am sorry meu amor." he said while few tears fell from his beautiful eyes. of course you were gonna forgive him. you wiped away the tears and kissed him. "apology excepted" you said smiling. "and please never think like this about yourself again. you are more than enough. i love you so much." you said and kissed him once again. it was a long passionate kiss and you wished that could last forever.

this is horrible i am so sorry. plus there is probably alot of mistakes 🙈 if you like my writing you can write requests!

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[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: Can you do a jealous one shot for Kylian? He’s the one that gets jealous 🤣 (anonymous)

Word Count: 618 words

(author's note: thank you for your request lovie !!! i hope you enjoy it and i hope i did it justice 🫶)

Kylian wouldn't class himself as a jealous person. However, if you asked the people around him, such as his girlfriend, you'd hear a very different story.

“Y/N, mon amour, are you nearly ready?”

“Nearly”, she replied, slipping on the dress she had chosen to wear. “Could you do the zip up?”, she asked as he walked into their bedroom.

Wordlessly, Kylian walked over and gently pulled the zip up, leaving a soft kiss on her neck once the dress was secured.

“You look perfect.” He said breathlessly.

She smiled back at him, picked up her bag, and followed Kylian out to the car. He opened the passenger door and helped her in, then walked round to the other side of the vehicle to let himself in. The pair exchanged small talk about their day and exchanged love-filled glances as they made their way to the restaurant where they had planned their date.

Pulling up outside, Kylian repeated his earlier movements and helped his girlfriend out of their car. With linked arms, the pair made their way into the restaurant.

“Table for 2, should be under Mbappe?” Kylian said to the waiter who was waiting at the door. 

“Of course sir, right this way.” The waiter led the two to their table and fetched their menus.

As the pair chatted about their food choices, Y/N noticed she was under the gaze of a gentleman at a table not too far from them. What she didn’t notice however, was that Kylian had too. Shooting a glare at the man, Kylian proceeded to make a big deal about grabbing Y/N’s hand and placing a soft kiss on it. Y/N smiled in response but was confused all the same.

As the night went on, the pair had eaten their meals and were enjoying their final few drinks.

“Sorry to disturb you both”, a waiter said, carrying a tray with a lone cocktail on it, “A gentleman at the bar requested I bring this over.”

Both of them stared in disbelief. Kylian was furious. Could the ‘gentleman’ not tell they were a couple? He’d certainly made it obvious.

“Tell him thank you, but we’re leaving”, Kylian stated firmly, grabbing his girlfriend’s hand. He gently pulled her up off her seat, got his wallet out, left a couple notes on the table and walked out of the restaurant with Y/N in tow.

He opened her door again, let her get in and repeated the same on his behalf. He turned the engine on and began their journey home. As he gripped the steering wheel tight enough to make his knuckles go white, his poor girlfriend sat in confusion.

The car screeched into the driveway of their house and the pair got out. Kylian stormed inside, Y/N jogging after him.

“Kylian what’s the matter, you’ve been off since that waiter came to our table?”, Y/N asked, the confusion evident in her tone.

“The problem is that man at the bar, did you not see the looks he was giving you?”

“I did, but I don’t see how that causes a problem my love?”

“Because it does.”

“Kylian.” she said with a smirk on her face, “Are you jealous?”

Kylian’s eyes widened, “What - No! Of course not.”

“Are you sure?, it’s okay if you are.”

With a look of defeat, Kylian faced his girlfriend, stepping towards her and engulfing her in his arms.

“I don’t want anybody but you,” she mumbled into his chest, “Please know that Kylian.”

“I know, mon amour.”

Exchanging glances, the pair knew exactly what to do. They spent the rest of the evening in bed, cuddled together laughing about how jealous Kylian had been.

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[cherryxcadbury]

Mbappe loving the relationship his girlfriend has with his family. His mom loves her, his brother coming to her for girl advice, his niece and nephew always wanting come over by Aunty Y/N

this is so so so cuteee

y/n: your name 

"I've been dying to see them again." You spoke to your boyfriend, Kylian on your way to his parents house.

"All those two ever talk about is seeing Auntie Y/N." Kylian chuckled, referring to his niece and nephew. 

“Now that I think about it, I think they like you more than me.” Kylian pondered.

You chuckled, “Can you blame them? You’re not exactly the most likable person in the world.” 

“Cherie everyone loves me.” Kylian scoffed, turning onto his parents’ street.

You mused at his response. 

“God the paparazzi again. Keep your head down Cherie.” Kylian advised you, as you both became blinded by the camera flashes. 

“What are they doing all the way out here in Bondy.” You muttered.

“They found out where my parents house was at the beginning of January. Been here ever since.” Kylian explained.

The flashes continued to blind the both of you. Kylian rested a hand on your thigh as a meaning of comfort. 

“Ease off the gas pedal slowly Kiks. Their driveway’s coming up.” You directed him as you both managed to pull into the gated home unscathed.

“I feel like one of these days you’re going to eventually go blind.” You sighed.

“That would be a true tragedy. Wouldn’t be able to see your beautiful face anymore.” Kylian winked at you, to which you just rolled your eyes despite a blush forming on your cheeks. 

Before you could respond, noise outside the car caught both of your attention. At the doorstep was Kylian’s mother, waiting with her grandkids, Kylian’s older brother’s children. 

The two were frantically jumping up and down, awaiting your arrival. 

You turned to share a knowing look with Kylian but he was already outside opening your door for you. 

“You go greet them while I get the bags from the back.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You smiled gratefully, walking to the door where the two little ones ran into your arms, covering you in hugs and kisses.

“Auntie Y/N! Bonjour!” They squealed.

The two of them were only fluent in French, but were rapidly learning English as they started school. You yourself didn’t speak French but you knew enough to communicate with them. 

“Bonjour [insert French word for children]! Are you being good for Mama and Papa?” You asked them, bright smiles on their faces.

They enthusiastically nodded, “Oui Oui! Of course!” 

“So you do love Auntie Y/N more than me!” Kylian feigned hurt. 

“You two best go show Uncle Kiks some love else he’ll start crying.” You whispered to them, to which they quickly complied, running to his arms.

“Y/N!” Kylian’s mom welcomed you with a warm hug.

She also did not speak much English and you didn’t speak French but you always found someway to communicate. 

“Comment allez-vous?” You asked, hoping your accent wasn’t too horrible.

You saw her eyes gleam with pride.

“Speaking French just for me! How sweet!” She exclaimed.

“Now come, come! They all want to see you!” His mom beckoned you into the house.

“Uh Mama!” Kylian complained, trying to make his mom remember he too was there.

His mom rolled her eyes muttering something sarcastically in French before hugging and kissing him on the cheeks. He was a huge Mama’s boy. They always jokingly fought with each other. 

You all went to the sitting room where the two little ones had magically teleported from Kylian’s arms back to their parents laps. 

Kylian’s father was the first to stand. He hugged Kylian first, who was physically closer to him before coming over to you.

“Y/N, cherie! Come over here!” He beamed with delight.

You and Wilfried Mbappe got along splendidly. He spoke a bit more English than the rest of his family and was someone you enjoyed talking with. You both loved facing each other in a game of cards and discussing your latest reads with each other. You’d even managed to get him to read cheesy rom coms, your guilty pleasures.

“Did you read the latest book I sent you?” He questioned, hugging you.

You nodded, “I did! It was a very quick read.”

“And?”

“It was really good! The historical setting was enthralling. But you and I both know you preferred reading The Cheat Sheet.” You replied knowingly, resulting in a laugh from Wilfried.

“Okay okay enough! I want, no need to talk to Y/N now!” Ethan plowed his dad out of the way. 

Ethan smiled at you cheekily before bring you to the kitchen.

“Someone seems excited.” You mused at Kylian’s younger brother.

He was only a few years younger than you, so you got on quite well.

“Do you remember the girl I was telling you about?” 

You furrowed your brows in remembrance. Of course you remembered. Ethan would not stop talking about her.

“Celine?” 

“Oui, oui. Her!” Ethan exclaimed, sharing the same bright smile Kylian did. 

“Her family supports Marseille.” He grimaced. 

“Yuck. That makes a messy Le Classique.” You responded. 

“Exactly! And we’re playing Marseille’s youth team next week and she’s going to be there because her brother plays for them. So what do I do on the pitch?” 

“Ethan, you do know not everything can be settled with football right?” You glanced at him with amusement.

“But if it had to be…” He tried to steer you in the direction he was headed in.

You rolled your eyes, “The maybe score and dedicate the goal to her. Or look at her during a celebration.” 

Ethan stroked his non existent beard. 

“That’s good! I like it! Maybe I’ll do one of Kylian’s celebrations. Because she’s in love with Kylian! Honestly I think she might even be into him.” Ethan rambled.

You laughed at his lovestruck expression, “How old is she again?” 

“19.” Ethan responded simply.

Your eyes bulged out. She was somewhat similar in age to you. Not at all suitable for 16 year old Ethan. 

You playfully nudged him.

“Do not try and get with her.” You warned.

“Why?” 

“Dummy! She’s 19 and you’re 16! So gross on so many levels. Also illegal. Also, not many 19 year olds are into 16 year olds. And if they are, they need to get their heads checked.” You explained.

“You have a point. She seemed kind of bossy anyways, not how I roll. Pretend this never happened!” Ethan exclaimed. 

“I promise.” You smiled, pinky swearing with him.

“Do you wanna know a secret?” He asked. 

“Always!” 

“I heard Mama and Kylian talking earlier. She was giving him a family ring she’d saved when she thought he’d found the one.” He whispered before running off. 

What? There was no way. 

You walked back into the sitting room only to see Kylian bent down on one knee, rose petals scattered everywhere, with a book bouquet behind him. 

It didn’t take you more than a second to say yes and find yourself wrapped in his arms. 

Kylian had always known that when he believed he’d found the one, his family would adore her too, unconditionally. And for him, you were exactly that. 

For Kylian, you were the sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky. You were his whole world. He couldn’t imagine living life without you. And luckily for him, you felt the exact same way. 

I will put this gif on every single post because I cannot with this man 🤩

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[didishawn]

Part 3 of the kylian fic please, can you make it longer too?

Thank youuuuuu

Number 7 on her back (Kylian Mbappe x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, Jude and Jobe are still little shits

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

News travel fast throughout the parisian city, so as soon as you, Jude Bellingham's older sister, showed up wearing the number 7 to a PSG match, that one belonging to the one and only Kylian Mbappe, the news traveled fast, and once the match was over, thanks go's a PSG win, you had thousands of new followers and we're trending topic along missed calls of your brothers and a message from your mother that had your blood turning cold:

Having fun in Paris, hm? Your brother commented on this but I didn't believe him. You bet we are going to have a nice talk once you are back here, young lady

Paris isn't so bad, you think, maybe Kyky will let you stay with him forever.

You are lucky he sat you in a reserved area, not having to deal with the fans as you go down to meet him, waiting for him near the locker room as you heard the joyful screams and the sounds of celebration going on inside.

Your phone pings and you roll you eyes at the messages coming from your brothers:

Ugly Jude: hope you know you will have to be wearing my shirt to lots of matches after this

always saying you don't like the attention then you go wearing Kyky's shirt

by the way, my yellow is much prettier than that ugly blue

I don't know if I prefer you with him or with Erling🤔

Ugly Jobe: for this treason of going off with your boyfriend, you better bet I am telling mum lots of shit so she drags you home all the way from Paris

also, bring me a messi shirt, neymar too, not Kyky's, he can bring it himself so we can meet face to face

he is about to meet meet the jobe bellingham way of fighting if he wants my sister

Your answers are short to bother of them a: I am blocking you to Jude and a: we both know that you will be dragling yourself away after the first punch to Jobe

"Enjoyed the extra special seat?" he asks, mouth meeting yours in a short but sweet kiss, dumb smiles on both of your faces.

"Yeah, it was extra good for my photo to be all over the internet and my mum waiting for me back home to beat my ass"

"Well, no surprise everyone wants to see the gorgeous girl I somehow pulled"

"You talk as if you didn't know I had the biggest celebrity crush on you"

"Had?"

"Have, had, whatever sounds the best for you" he looks you up and down "Done checking me out?"

"I didn't think you would look so good in my shirt"

"Come on, this is not the first time you have seen me in it"

"I know, but seeing you in it again brings me back the memories, makes me want to repeat what happened again right now"

"That's not going to happen, enough scandals for one day"

"Damm, I though the headline: Kylian Mbappe and y/n Bellingham caught having wild, rewarding post-match sex after PSG's latest win"

"I will be giving you a reward, mister, but it surely won't be here"

"Your place of my place?"

"Seeing as in we are in Paris it will have to be your place"

The ride is fast, and as soon as the door closes his lips are on yours, tongue down your throat as he cups your face, no space in between you two.

He separates, looking you up and down, taking out his phone.

"What are you doing?"

He looks mischievous, a cheeky glint on his eye "One last scandal for the day"

He directs you to the window panels, telling you to pose, let everyone see how pretty you are, making everyone know the Kylian Mbappe is taken and at the same time maybe making your brothers a bit mad.

He posts the picture with the caotion: the best reward after a good match 😍😍😍, he tags you, posts it and throws the phone away, he will later see how much it blows up, you too put your phone on silence, knowing the little shits you share blood with will surely have a lot to say about this.

"Is it a bad moment to tell you Jobe wants a Messi and a Neymar shirt?"

"I will take care of it, but, what about me?"

"He says you have to directly give it to him so he can fight you"

"No, offense, but your brothers are two little shits"

"Believe me, I know"

He shakes his head, laughing beford once again turning serious, his hands around your waist, he picks you up and throws you to the couch, body instantly on yours and lips melting together.

His hands are clumsy, naughty and fast at what they do as they unbotton your jeans, one going inside and instantly having you moaning out as his skilled fingers tease you.

Tight circles are made on you clit and your hole is being touched but not filled as you want it to be, and you move along to fully undress you lower part -you know he likes his last name on your back, so you don't care about it.

You are grinding up into him, his boner against your tummy as you moan into each other's mouth.

Everything is so desperate, you have honestly never been into someone as much as you are into him, no one ever has made you feel as good as he does, knowing exactly what buttons to push to have you seeing stars.

You are basically tearing off his t-shirt, you want to admire him whole, he laughs but complies, then finally pushing in a finger but he knows it's not enough, having you used to the size of his cock, having you full of him and his cum.

His pants are off next, your legs around his waist as fingers continue teasing you, three inside, still not enough yet the loving touches being given to your clit have you squirming around, moaning loudly, you want him inside you, you can feel the weight of his member on you thigh.

You are begging him, he likes the sound of it, the sound of your moans and whines, the mouth of his name coming from you. He is not only teasing you, but also himself, if it were for him he would have fucked you back on the stadium, but he respects you way too much for that -but if you were to ever ask him to do it he would comply without a doubt.

His lips are on your neck, leaving a reminder amongst the others of how good he makes you feel, your sounds are a higher pitch, he knows you are close, and honestly the sounds are almost enough to have him cumming untouched.

But the man, as always the tease, stops.

He doesn't give you any time to complain though as he spins you around, having you and all fours for him, his surname and number on full display, it makes him possessive, proud, he loves it.

He reaches for his phone, ignoring the notifications as he snaps a picture, through glossy eyes you turn to him, confused.

"Don't worry, this one is for my eyes only"

The phone is thrown away once more, in his hands is his large cock, he jerks himself off, preparing for the heavenly heat your insides are as he grabs into you ass, enjoying the plush feeling of it, now do unmarked but by the time the night ends it won't be like that, of that you can be sure.

He lines un with your entrance, he doesn't waste any time, filling you up from the go, groaning at the tightness, the feeling will never be one he gets used to.

You face buriea into the couch, letting into it the loud sound of your moans and begs, it's all rough, animalistic, brutal, no time for doubt, he fucks you decisively, how you like it, his one true reward after a victory, the only one he will ever want from now on.

He is in control, he takes you as if he were in heat, moving you how he likes it -no complains from you-, as if you were his very own sex doll, alive to serve him and receive the inmense pleasure he gives you.

You play with your clit, his balls a harsh push against your ass, they are heavy, leaving the untarnished skin now red. Everything is so red, a way too fuck away the stress, a way to relieve yourselves even if there is nothing wrong going on, it's only but an excuse, even if there are no excuses needed when it comes to Kylian Mbappe fucking you.

He leans forward to have his lips biting into you neck, kissing your back, there is no space in between the two of you, you can feel the way both his abs and balls tighten up, he is close, so are you, cumming and reaching your own extasis, your juices wetting the couch, you would be embarrassed were it the first time this happens, but it's not.

He cums deeply inside you, making you so full of him, feeling as if you were to explode, and when he leaves your insides, he pushes everything inside, so you stay full, then kisses the red skin, a mini reward before the next round starts.

The night ends on his bed, you are cuddled into his chest, long asleep, as he scrolls through the comments on his post, a chuckle leaving him as he sees the ones left behind by your brothers.

judebellingham ew 🤢🤢🤢, please don't make me an uncle, tell her mum saw this and she is so gonna get it when she is back

jobebellingham @k.mbappe be prepared to fight me once you dare to step foot in our house

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