#mbappe x reader

you could barely contain your excitement as you unlocked the door to kylian’s apartment. earlier in the morning, you had told him you had some errands to run and that you'd be busy for the rest of the day. of course he took your words at face value since he didn't have any reason not to trust you, though he was a little bummed he wouldn’t be able to spend time with you. after all, he only had so many days before his season would start, and he would be ridiculously busy. you were bummed as well, but you knew that it would all be worth it once kylian got a look at you.

the end of kylian monaco contract was slowly coming up and his loan at psg was going very well, with talks of transfer signings starting to happen. all of that, plus the fact his 19th birthday was coming up in a couple of days (which you were already secretly planning for), promoted your boyfriend to wanting to change his look and what he landed on was bleaching his hair.

at first, you were surprised. not by the sudden change, but how good he actually looked with blonde hair. he pulled it off well and more times than one did you catch yourself staring at his blonde buzz cut and grazing your fingers over his head any chance you got. and it wasn't like you weren't the only one to appreciate the new look either.

the french media kind of went insane over his hair and praised him. even in real life, countless girls, much to your dismay, seemed to notice the change as well. it might've annoyed you to see how many girls suddenly started throwing themselves at your boyfriend, but it did inspire you to try something new.

when you woke up this morning, you had a strange idea, which is how you found yourself sitting in your favorite hair stylist’s chair. at first she was surprised when you requested level 10 blonde, but she was all for it.

“you’re going to look drop dead gorgeous, girl!” she squealed right before she swiped the tint brush against your beautiful locks. 

and she was right. the entire walk home, all you could do was play with your hair, running your fingers through it and flipping it over and over again. even the way you walk had an extra sway to it. you knew you were being dramatic, but you couldn’t help yourself. even your camera roll had gotten tired of you, and it had only been 30 minutes since you stepped out of the salon. 

when you finally walked through the entrance of your boyfriend’s apartment, you expected to see him lazing around on the couch, playing video games or watching some game footage, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

you frowned slightly, but took the opportunity to cover your hair with your hoodie as you made your way across the hallway and into his bed where you knew he'd be at. just as you predicted, your boyfriend was sprawled out on his bed in nothing but his grey sweatpants and boxers, unaware of your presence.

you took a second to admire your oblivious boyfriend, taking a mental photo of the scene, before making your presence known. you let out a cough, causing kylian to jump slightly, before turning his attention over to you. in a second, his face morphed from confused to delighted as he realized you had finally come home. 

“oh? you’re finally home,” kylian chimed, immediately making his way over to greet you with a kiss and hug. 

after kylian’s immediate greeting, he paused for a moment, taking a step back from you as he finally noticed you had your hood on. he tilted his head, looking you up and down before he smirked.

“what’s with the hood? are you joining a secret society or something?” he asked, snickering as if he had just said the funniest thing in the world.

“nope. even better actually.” you smiled back at him, absolutely beaming in anticipation. 

your unfounded enthusiasm left kylian even more confused than before. he took another second, pretending to think of another answer. 

“you started a secret society and now you’re here to recruit me to join?” his grin turned even wider.

he put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. he didn’t really care to play the guessing game with you. you could wear the hoodie for the rest of your life for all he cared, as long as he got to spend time with you.

he’d never admit it out loud because he found it too embarrassing to say, but whenever you're gone, he misses you like crazy. even today, when you were only gone for a couple of hours, he was so bored out of his mind. he was just wandering around, waiting for you to come back, and maybe sulking a bit too.

“no. you’re not even close.” you laughed at him, finding this guessing game entertaining. kylian snorted in response, respecting your commitment to the bit. 

“well, why don't you just tell me then?” he argued, leaving no time for you to respond before he forcefully pulled your hood down and catching you off guard.

you let out a surprised gasp, reaching for the top of your head where your hood was supposed to be, but it immediately morphed into a string of giggles. kylian’s jaw dropped to the ground and he struggled to pick it back up. shamelessly, he checked you out from head to toe, fond of the way the long blonde hair complimented you. 

he started to convince himself that he fell asleep and this was just some dream. he thought it was a cruel joke for his brain to play on him and he knew he’d be disappointed when he woke up, but soon, after staring at yourself for long enough, he happily realized that he was in fact not dreaming, and you standing in front with newly bleached hair.

“and this is…?” kylian questioned, grabbing a couple of your hair in between his fingers, enjoying the way your soft locks felt against his fingertips.

“a pleasant surprise. aren’t you delighted?” you grinned, slowly turning around so that he could get the full 360, which he thoroughly appreciated.

“delighted? that doesn’t even begin to—” he sucked in a sharp breath, taking a moment to look you up and down again. he was speechless and didn’t know how to express how down bad he was for you right now.

“i thought you looked so good with your bleached buzz,” you confused, running your hands over his head, “and you inspired me to try something new myself. suits me, right?”

kylian looked at you as if you had three eyes, “suits you? you look drop. dead. gorgeous.” 

you felt your cheeks heat up at his complement. no matter how long the two of you had been dating, his flirting still managed to get you flustered and feeling unnaturally shy. 

“aww, flattery will get you everywhere,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i’ll have to keep that in mind for future reference then.”

you pulled him closer to you, something kylian happily obliged to as he wrapped his muscular arms around your waist. the two of you had the other locked firmly into place, making it so the both of you were stuck in each other’s embrace, not that either of you were complaining about it. you puckered your lips up at him in a rather dramatic fashion, and getting the message, he happily leaned down to give you a kiss.

he pulled back first, taking the chance to add “i have to admit, we make great blondes,” you laughed, but nodded in agreement anyways.

“Putain… You’re so sexy.” Kylian’s arm wrapped around your neck, putting you into a headlock as he pounded into you. He breathes heavily into your ear, his non dominant hand going down to caress your ass. Kylian moved his hand to grab your jaw, tilting your head up so he can kiss you sloppily while he is fucking you from behind. You moan into his mouth and he swallows it, he pulls himself off of you, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. “N'arrête pas de faire ces bruits pour moi, bébé.” (don’t stop making those sounds for me, baby.)

You feel lightheaded when he speaks dirty to you in French, you lean in to kiss Kylian again, tongues colliding with each other . His muscular arm still around your neck. You pant and gasp into his mouth as he speeds up. “Don’t stop… Please.” You say desperately. Your hands gripping the bedsheets, you could feel yourself close to your climax. “I’m never going to stop, I’m gonna fuck you into oblivion, and until you cry tears of joy.” Kylian says with deep and dirty thrusts, he tilts his head to bite your ear. His biting and kissing trailing down to your neck, leaving pretty little marks in your skin to let everyone know you’re his. “I’m so close. Cum when I cum, mon chéri~ (my darling”

“When, when do I know when you’re close.”

“Think of it like… You’re about to drive off a cliff.” Kylian says.

“Yes…” You ask, waiting for what he says next.

“And then you hit the brakes right, and- you stop perfectly before…” Kylian groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Before you fly off!~” You both say in unison, cumming at the same time. Kylian finished inside of you, his fingers lacing into yours before collapsing pathetically, trapping you under his body. The bedroom was warm as hell and your sweaty skin was sticking to his.

“Are you okay chérie? Do you want me to bottom next time.” He asks hurriedly despite his current state. Tired and ruined because of you.

“Yeahhh, I think I should top next time.”

He lifts himself off you, his cock sliding out of you. Wincing when the cold air hits him. “Hurry up bébé. I’m getting cold.” You turn over onto your side and he lies behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Do you still want to watch a movie…?” You tilt your head to look at him, but he’s already asleep. “Goodnight Kyky…”