could i please request a hurt/comfort fic with kylian?
something short and sweet with a not famous, regular reader?
thank you!
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ā“ļø tether ā content. kylian mbappe x fem!reader , established relationship , invasive paparazzi , fluff ending , 0.7k words
You knew what you were getting into when you started your relationship with Kylian. The attention didn't take you by surpriseāyou expected nothing less dating a man with his status.
You'd grown accustomed to having paparazzi flash their cameras at you wherever you went knowing that it was because of Kylian. Hardly were you ever their focus when they were taking photographsāunless, of course, it was to capture a cute moment of you and Kylian together.
Expect this time, it wasn't cute because it was supposed to be a simple night out. You hadn't had one of those in a while with Kylian's schedule taking up a majority of his time. He had a free day and, finally, you'd get to have some down time to yourselves.
Instead, the moment had been marred by a swarm of paparazzi camping the entrance of the restaurant you had been dining in.
Kylian kept your hand in his as he attempted to lead you back to the car, only to stop once he heard the sound of you struggling behind him. He swiveled his head back in time to see a paparazzi shoving you to the side, just to snap a picture of Kylian.
"Kylian, over here!"
Your stomach turned, head spinning. You could barely see through the flashes, and your fingers nearly slipped from Kylian's grasp, but he refused to budge. He tightened his grip, iron-like, tugging you closer to him as he snarled back at the paparazzi, "don't you ever disrespect my fucking girlfriend like that. Are you crazy?"
He would've pounced on him if it wasn't for the uncomfortable look on your face. He managed to lead you away, inside the safety of his car.
Your heart rate slowed to a steady pace as Kylian put the key in the ignition, but he couldn't bring himself to turn on the car. The tension inside him was brewing, threatening to spill over, yet he kept it inside for your sake.
He stared out of the window, breathing in and out,Ā in and out, all in an effort to calm himself, and none of it worked.Ā
The clenching in his jaw was far too obvious for you to miss. When it came to him, everything was hard to miss.
"Kylian?"
"Yes?"
His voice was so tight, it tugged at your heart. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he said, but you didn't really believe him. "It's justā¦ fucking paparazziā¦ fucking pestsā¦ always invading my damn privacy. I can't even go to dinner without them just..."
He stopped his blabbering, shifting his focus over to you. "AreĀ youĀ okay?"
"I'm okay, just a little shaken." A shaky breath escapes you, but you smile to reassure him. "It's nothing I'm not used to."
"You shouldn't have to be." He was upset. He couldn't even fake it if he tried.
You knew your words alone wouldn't be enough to calm him down, so you brought a hand over, laying it atop his. "Hey. It's not your fault."
"Isn't it? They pushed you and for whatāa stupid picture of me?"
"I agree." You nodded, squeezing his hand tighter. "I think there's already enough pictures of you out there."
You felt his hand shift underneath yours, and though he turned his head away, you could still see his lip twitching upwards, very much amused.Ā
Kylian eventually flicked his gaze back over to you, his eyes softening once they landed on yours. He let his fingers tangle between yours, holding on firmly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, bringing your hand up to place a kiss on the back of it. "You shouldn't have to suffer because of me."
You shook your head. "I suffer more when you blame yourself."
You could see the tension release itself from his body. He kept your hand close to him, placing it over his chest, grounding him. "I love you. More than words can say. Thank you for being here with me."
Your heart jumped as if you were hearing him say it for the first time. Somehow, he always managed to leave you with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Something only he could give you.
"I'llĀ alwaysĀ be here with you," you said before a cheeky grin appeared on your face. "Besides, date night isn't totally ruined. We can still finish it at home."
You wiggled your brows suggestively at Kylian, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Right."
A little too eagerly, he turned the key, the car coming to life.
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my dearest girl was sooo good, iād read a million words work from you ā specially if about kyllian!!! #imwaiting
kylianās actually my biggest muse when it comes to writing so a majority of my work will probably be about him. i just canāt seem to get into the zone when it comes to other athletes, though i try. thank you and much love!
I'll pay real money to read my dearest girl again, your writing is perfect, I'm completely in love, please never stop writing.
this is so sweet, i always love seeing these kind of messages, and iāll always be grateful that people care enough to tell me that they love my writing, so thank you sm <3
just popping in to say thank you for all the support. i noticed that my dearest girl reached over 500 likes! i worked on that story for months and it feels good knowing people loved it! iāll be working on requests for now (i have around 8) starting from the oldest ones. thanks for being patient with me, love you all sm <3
ā“ļø i fall to pieces when iām with(out) you ā¦ content. kylian mbappe x physio!fem!reader , fingering , petty!kylian , kind of connected to my dearest girl but you can read this as a stand alone , jude being used as collateral damage , 2.4k words
Kylian's mood has improved tremendously, and it has nothing to do with the state of the team or how he's been playing. Rather, it has everything to do with you.
Being around you has brought out a side of him he never knew he had. He tries his best to come off as cool knowing deep down that his insides are churning with excitement all from the simple act of talking to you.
You don't seem to mind, either. You're constantly giving him smiles, make jokes when no one's paying attentionāyou've even become his primary physio.
You're practically attached to the hip, birds of a feather. But not datingānot yet, Kylian hopes, because he still hasn't plucked up the courage to ask you out on a date.
He may appear brave to the world, but when it comes to you, it's like his brain turns off. Under your gaze, he's less than the standards he holds himself toāhe's vulnerable.
So, he'll settle for a close friendship.Ā
The last thing he wants is to ruin the relationship he has with you. At least by being just friends, he has you close, yet at the same time, you're still so far away, just out of reach. He has to pretend it doesn't bruise his heart.
Something changes in the routine he's grown so used to. He realizes it when he walks into the treatment room early one morning, eyes gazing around the room until they catch a glimpse of you. Not alone. Setting up with Jude.
You never work with Jude. You haven't for the last few weeks. It's a warning sign he chooses to ignore because he knows you're just doing your job.
Instead, Kylian decides to stroll over to where you are, an easy grin on his face.Ā
"Good morning," he says, which is mainly meant for you, but Jude sends him a quick good morning back. Kylian nods at him to be nice.
"Morning," he hears you murmur. If he wasn't so attentive to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it. You're looking down at your notes, clearly distracted. That's perfectly fine.
"What are we doing today?" Kylian asks, noticing that you have yet to look at him, and it makes him feel uncomfortable. When he talks to you, you always look at him.Ā Always.
It's not a big deal.
You pause whatever you're doing. He can see the tensing in your shoulders, like you're annoyed.Ā Annoyed?Ā He can't be reading you correctly.
"Uh, you're not on my schedule today. Raul has you." Your tone is different, flatter, rougher. And the combination of it and the words coming from your mouth are enough to make him feel like something is suddenly weighing down on his chest, making him ache.
Why not?Ā He wants to ask, but to him, that sounds far too desperate.
"Oh." He can't bring himself to say much else, and you're clearly preoccupied enough, so instead of questioning you, he just steps away.
Kylian's probably being ridiculous. You don't need to help him everyday. It probably wasn't your decision anyway.Ā
It's fine.
It's what he repeats to himself for the rest of the week.
What he thinks is a one-time thing goes on for seven days. He keeps count because each passing day, you unknowingly push a dagger deeper into his chest when you don't talk to him.
He's handled distance before, but it's different when you're the one pulling away, like having his air supply cut off.
It makes him feel like he's dying further when you don't treat everyone the same way you treat him. It's like you're doing it on purpose, messing with his head, leaving him grasping for even a second of your attention.
He can't tear his eyes away from you. They follow your hands, the way they massage Jude's hamstrings. He doesn't bother making you an excuseāhe could care less if it's your jobāthe sight alone is enough to make Kylian's blood boil.
When they get onto the field, Kylian's impulse gets the better of him. A pass to Jude and suddenly Kylian finds himself running over to intercept it like he's in a real match.
He doesn't find the ball. It's because he isn't seeking it out. The bottom of his cleats find Jude's calf instead as he tackles him to the ground. He hears Jude let out a curse, holding onto his calf and writhing on the grass.
"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry."Ā He's really not.Ā
He knows Jude will be fine. If anything, he'll be left with a bruise. Nothing more. Though he wishes he could've done a better job of thinking ahead cause now he's forced to watch you attend to Jude.
It's the consequences of his own actions. It doesn't mean he has to like it. He has to grit his teeth to stop himself from calling Jude a crybaby.
Even as you walk away, you still don't look at him. Kylian doesn't think he'll be able to handle another day of this cruel silence. He tries to recall past eventsāmaybe he upset youābut nothing comes to mind. Nothing.
Whatever game you're playingāKylian's over it. You win. You won a long time ago.
He heads to your office when practice is over, not bothering to knock, opening the door and closing it behind him once he's inside. You're alone and evidently startled to see him.
"You didn'tā"
"You're ignoring me." He doesn't sugarcoat it. He doesn't want to.
You take in his words for a few seconds, looking around the room, at anything but him, and it makes Kylian feel queasy. "Ignoring you? I don't think I have. It's just been a busy week."
"Too busy for me, but not for everyone else, right?" Kylian says, his voice filled to the brim with a bitterness he can no longer contain. "Not for Jude?"
That seems to hit a nerve for you. He can see it on your face. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything. I'm just pointing out an observation." But oh, does it mean everything.
You finally fix your gaze on himāhe's already had his on you so intensely for the last few minutes. "Are you jealous or something?"
"What am I, a teenager?" Kylian hates how you're absolutely right. It bruises his ego to hear you say it so easily.Ā
"That's why you tackled him in practice."
Kylian shook his head. "I didn't do it on purpose."
"You're such a liar."
"I'm a liar?"
"Yes, you are. I saw it. You weren't going for the ball at all."
"Well, I'm glad you'll look at me, but not talk to me." Kylian lets out an exhale, exhausted. The last thing he wants is to argue with you. He likes you too much, which is why he refuses to leave without knowing if you're upset with him.
Your face falls subtly, a sigh leaving your mouth a few seconds later. "It's not like I'm doing it on purpose."
Kylian notices how you look away again, as though a wave of embarrassment has suddenly passed through you.
"It's just..." You let out a breath, shaking your head, biting your tongue. "Nevermind, it's stupid."
"Don't start with that," Kylian says, taking on a softer tone. It's so easy to do when it comes to you. "If it's something personal, you can tell me."
He watches your chest rise and fall with an inhale and exhale, and when your eyes meet his again, he feels his pulse thrum a little faster. "I'm not sure how to feel about our relationship. I mean, we're friends, and that's fine, butā¦ after spending a night together, I thought that we would at leastā¦ go on a date?"
Oh.
Oh shit.
Kylian's such an idiot. The one thing he's been holding himself back from asking you is the one thing you want.
"I didn't avoid you on purposeāor well, maybe a little bitāI just thought giving us some space would be for the best."
The statement is so ridiculous Kylian can't help the laugh that jumps out of him, but he regrets it once he notices your shoulders sagging.
"No!" Kylian quickly lets out, louder than he needs to, stepping closer to you for emphasis. "I mean, no, I'm not laughing at you, I'm justā¦ no. Space wasn't for the best."
He takes slow steps towards you until he's right in front of you, sparing you a smile that's probably on par with his nerves. "I wasn't sure if you wanted more with me."
He lifts up a hand, tenderly cupping your cheek, your skin warm underneath his palm, bringing him an odd sense of comfort. "I guess I was scared to ask you. Now I just feel like an idiot."
"I should've just told you like a normal person," you say, making him shake his head.
"I should've asked you a long time ago. Like a normal person." He pauses, building up the courage to finally ask, "will you go on a date with me?"
The sight before himāyour smile unfolding at his questionāsomehow makes the wait worth the while. "Of course, I will."
Kylian can't help himself. He swiftly leans down, pressing his lips against yours, savoring the sweet taste of you, the one that makes his head go hazy. He doesn't pull away, not even for air as he presses you up against your desk, your back hitting the edge.
He's desperate for your touch, and now that he has it, he'll be damned to let it go away again.
His hand snakes down your body, latching onto the buttons on your trousers, your hips jerking forward at the touch. "I missed you," he murmurs against your lips, not giving you a chance to respond, before he's pushing past your underwear, sliding his fingers through your sopping folds. "You missed me too, didn't you?"
You nod, eyes fluttering shut as a whine escapes you, a sight so beautiful that Kylian's already hard, aching in his shorts, pressing into your thigh.
However, he doesn't get to savor the feel because there's suddenly a knock on your door.
"Y/n?"
Jude's voice.
As if that little shit hasn't caused him enough problems, he goes and cock-blocks. The frustration with Jude from before now suddenly comes crashing back into him. Yet Kylian doesn't pull away. Instead, he stares into your eyes so intensely, you can't help but shiver.
"Just answer him." Kylian keeps his voice low. You try to pull away from him, but he doesn't let you. His fingers sink into your waist, keeping you in place. "Don't move."
Your eyes go wide, and you almost look like you want to protest before Jude's calling out to you again. "Y/n?"
"Yeahāyeah, I'm here. What do you need?" Your voice is choked up.
"Oh, I was just going to see if you could look at my calf again."
Kylian shakes his head, taking his pointer and middle fingers and pushing them inside you. You let out a choked moan, your thighs clenching around his hand, shocked at the sudden entry.
Kylian should probably stop. He knows better than to do anything when Jude's right outside your door, listening intently. But he can't help himself around you. The risk of getting caught by Jude excites him more than it should.
MaybeĀ thenĀ he'll get the hint.
"Oh, I, uh, can't right now," you reply, words quivering with the effort of trying to sound normal. "I'm bābusy. Maybe tomorrow?"
Kylian smirks at your trembling voice. His fingers are practically drenched, feeling you clench so tightly around them, sucking them in deeper, like you don't want them to leave despite the circumstances.
He's getting off on it, on the sight of you alone, flush, driving you crazy with each stroke of his fingers. It's so delicious.
"Are you okay?" Jude asks. Your doorknob turns, and Kylian's grateful that he remembered to lock the door. "You soundā¦ weird?"
"Weird?" You breathe out, biting back a moan when Kylian's thumb circles your clit softly, your body tingling with pleasure. "I'm justāreally busy."
Busy's right.
Your thighs tremble against Kylian's hand, breaths coming out in sharp little gasps. "Tomorrow, Jude, okay?"
"Butā"
"Tomorrow!" You squeak out, and it's so endearing seeing you like this. Frustrated because Jude won't leave.
Luckily for you, Jude eventually understands, sparing you a quick, "I'll see you tomorrow," before his footsteps are fading down the hallway.
Finally.
"You're so pretty like this," Kylian croons, his voice right against your ear, his fingers rubbing so perfectly against your walls, in the spots where you need him most. "Don't worry, I got you."
Your voice goes up a pitch when he speeds up his pace, desperately grasping onto his fingers. "Kylianā"
"You can come, no one's listening."
A ragged moan tears itself from your throat, your back arching off the desk, falling right into his arms, and he holds you so closely as your body's overcome with pleasure, his fingers slowing, coaxing each drop from you until you're left boneless.
Your chest heaves against his own. Kylian's free hand comes up to rest on the back of your head, pulling you closer, letting you lay on him until the throbbing in you ebbs away.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers free, glistening with your come. It makes his mouth water, and before he can help himself, he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. A groan spills from his mouth at the taste. "You're so sweet."
Though he can't see your face, he hears the dry laugh you let out. "And you'reā¦ definitely something."
Kylian presses a kiss to your sweat-damp forehead, leaving his lips pressed against your skin, smiling like a lovesick teenager. "I can't wait for our date."
You wrap your arms around Kylian, enveloping him in a hug that he can't help but melt into. "Me too, Kylian."
note. i know itās been a while since i last posted a fic so i wanted to get this out for you. i feel like itās not my best work but i hope you enjoyed it while i work on longer stories. please don't be afraid to comment or send a message to my inbox if you enjoy. all love is appreciated!
summary ą±Øą§ thinking about kylian mbappeās not-so-secret breeding kink š«£
content ā¢ fem!black!reader, smut smut smut!!ā it's in the summary lol but beware, breeding kink!! creampie, unprotected sex (stay strapped w them condoms y'all)
serenity says ą»ź± to the anon who sent me the breeding kink blurb req w/ kylian, this is for you bb šš the way itās been catching dusttt in my drafts and i just now found the inspiration to finish editing itā¦ #sorryigotsmshittodo
see, there's never been a doubt in kylian's mind that he wants children somedayā especially with you.
he can't picture building a life with anyone else, watching a baby who holds a piece of you of both grow into their own person. to him, a child born from the love you share feels less like a burden and more like a dream.
but every conversation, no matter how hopeful it is, always ends the same way: not right now.
he understands, in fact, he agrees wholeheartedly.
you're still in the middle of building the career you've worked so hard for. and kylian? every single moment is dedicated to football, the world cup especially. he holds the weight of finishing what he started in 2022ā to finally bring the cup home.
so as much as kylian longs for one, love alone isn't enough to take care of a child. love isn't presence. that doesn't stop him from letting the thought settle in the back of his mind, a dream he knows will come true someday.
gently pinning your wrists above your head as he hovers over you, kylian decides to believe today is someday. the bedroom is filled with want, the adrenaline from scoring not one, but two goals, escapes his body in waves. you can feel it in the way his heart beats rapidly against you, fingers trembling as they rest on your hips.
"please, ky." you whisper,Ā breathlessly. "c'mon, don't tease." he only nods. any other time, he'd have chuckled, dragging out the anticipation just to watch you get impatient. this time though, he can't wait either. the tip of his cock says it for him, twitching against your wet hole, fully hard and ready.
he lowers himself a little further, burying his faceĀ in the crookĀ of yourĀ neck. a lingeringĀ kissĀ brushes againstĀ your jaw before heĀ slowly sinks in. the sharpĀ hitch in your breathĀ doesn't escapeĀ him, and your warmth drawsĀ a quiet hissĀ from his teethĀ as heĀ squeezes his eyes shut for a fleeting moment.
he imagines a world where you arenāt on any birth control. the same situation, but charged with a important objective, keeping you full of his cum. oh, to be under the welcomed risk of a baby girl or boyā a girl, he hopesā where kylian can rock into you with no worries, slamming over and over until you cum around him, whimpering out praises as he fills you up.
"i missed you too, baby." your sweet words light something up in him instantly. you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck, kylian's restraint lost as the slow pace turns intense, rougher. every slam grows more urgent than the last, leaving you shaking beneath him as he ruins you.
"i'm close, mon amour," he breathes, voice barely above a whisper. he needs to know you're certain, that this is what you want too. it's never been aboutĀ hisĀ child orĀ yourĀ child. it's always beenĀ ours. to hear that you're ready, that you want this just as much as he does, is enough to make his heart race all over again.
"where do you want meā"
"donāt be ridiculous," you scoff, then crying out when the tip of his dick brushes against your cervix. "iāi want it inside, kylian. donātā shit, pull out."
he groans so pathetically, it's embarrassing.
and god, heād give you everything. he's always been wrapped around your finger after all. losing control right then and there, not wasting a second to let out every single drop for your greedy pussy to swallow. he pulls you in for a kiss as his cum spurts out, your lips moving against his as you clench around him, feeling the shocks from your orgasm.
"je t'aime," he whispers, like it came from the depths of his heart. "je t'aime," one kiss, "je t'aime," another kiss. he repeats himself between kisses, scattering them across your beautiful face before trailing down to your neck, collarbone, and the center of your chest.
your scrunched smile grows with each declaration of love. he can be so cheesy. "you're so silly," you giggle. he pulls back enough for your eyes to meet, a grin spreading effortlessly across his face.
"only for you."
kylian doesn't pull out, opting to stay inside of you, fucking his cum in deeper as his eyes soften. he'd rather let every responsibility outside the luxurious hotel room fade into nothing, happy to be wrapped around your walls and love.
once his head finally comes to rest against your chest, he lets out a quiet thank you to whatever scientist invented birth control... and another to you, for convincing him to stop wearing condoms.
it might not stick, but he can pretend.
just for now.
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hey just coming on here to say thank you for all the support. iām almost overwhelmed with the amount of attention both of my stories have received in such a short amount of time because i genuinely wasnāt expecting people to like them. iām usually a very slow worker but seeing all the love has made me try to write faster.
and iāll also admit that my inspiration has been lacking and iām not sure what to write so feel free to send me short fic requests (because i procrastinate on longer stories). as always, thank you so much for the support. i love you guys.
Iāve read both of your fics and I love your writing style sm!! Please start writing longer fics, your oneshots are so well written!!
thank you! i have so many more ideas i want to write. iāve been writing for a few years now but i never bothered publishing my stories until now. seeing all the support and messages like these makes me want to work faster. iāll try to publish something else soon! (if my procrastination allows it)
can you please write a blurb about kylian being shirtless after the game because he switched shirts and everybody sees the scratches on his back from his girl? loved your fic š„¹š
ā“ļø scratches down your back now ā¦ content. kylian mbappe x fem!reader , mild smut , marking , 628 words
Kylian's body thrums with adrenaline following the end of the match against Senegal. When one of their players asks to swap shirts with him, he doesn't think much of it. After all, he's grown accustomed to giving it away.Ā
Maybe it's the fact that he's winded, mind muddled from all the sprinting, the thrill of scoring twice, that he forgets what's sprawled across his back.
Kylian slips his shirt off with ease, handing it to the player and watching him nod in thanks.
He walks off with his back still exposed, heading down the tunnel, oblivious to the glances thrown his way, the lingering looks glued to his back.
When he reaches the locker room, he heads to his area, throwing down the shirt, picking up his things, and that's when he hears Ousmane, the genuine concern in his voice.
"Holy shit, what happened to your back?"
Kylian's brows furrow, turning over to face his friend. "What's wrong with my back?"
"It's allā¦ scratched up."
Oh.
Well. Now, Kylian definitely remembers.
The memories of last night come to him at once.
"Kylianā"
You had whined into his ear. He groaned when your nails, like claws, had dug into his skin, running them down his back in a futile-like attempt to steady yourself.
It had burned, but it had burned so good that he couldn't help but fuck into you harder, the table shaking from the force of his thrusts as you coated his dick in your slick.
"You love this, don't you?" Your cunt convulsed around him as you nodded hastily. Your nails dug in deeper, and the thought that you'd be leaving those marks on himāa reminder of how good he'd made you feel, a show that he wasĀ yoursāmade him feel dizzy. "ShitāI'm gonna come."
His hips ground against you one, two,Ā threeĀ more times before he felt himself break, emptying himself inside you until you had wrung every single last drop from his body.Ā
You had left him with a nice souvenirābeautiful, jagged lines running down his back like he had been attacked by some clawed beast. But that didn't come close to the truth. It had been your doing. Every single line.
"I didn't even notice." The lie falls from his mouth so easily.
"Really? It looks like it hurts. Are you okay?"
Kylian holds back a laugh, amused at Ousmane's genuine concern for his well being. It makes Kylian wonder if he's purposely acting clueless to save him the embarrassment. But embarrassment is far from what Kylian feels.
"More than okay."
He throws on a shirt, lips curving into a smile when he spots you nearby, waiting for him outside of the locker room. He turns back to Ousmane, shooting him a grin. "I'll see you later." Without saying anything else, he makes his way over to you.
Ousmane, however, can't seem to tear his gaze away from Kylian. It stays attached to his back, and although it's covered now, he finds himself squinting his eyes like he's trying to see through the fabric.
He stops when he feels a light smack to the back of his head, whipping it around in an instant. "What was that for?"
"You seriously can't be that stupid," Aurelien chides.
"What?"
Aurelien just tuts in disappointment, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it, Ous."
Later that evening, when you realize the fuss the scratches are making on the internet, the jokes flooding your timeline, shame barrels into your body. "You couldn't have at leastĀ triedĀ to hide them?"
Kylian simply shakes his head no, planting a reassuring kiss to your cheek. "Why would I?"
Kylian bears the marks with pride. Let them see, he thinks.Ā Let them all see who he belongs to.
note. iām proud of myself for writing this in one day lmao. kylian scored twice today also so i just had to. i hope you this is what you wanted! please don't be afraid to comment or send a message to my inbox if you enjoy. all love is appreciated!
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