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Although I would rather write about Mbappe or Neymar Jr., I am willing to write about anyone! It's just easier for...
REQUEST GIVEN: omg mbappe x petite reader is 5'0 or something and you can add whatever fluff you want but AHHHH I NEED THISSS
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A fluff story in which you and your boyfriend Kylian are playfighting.
𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Strictly fluff play fight whoop whoop. My brain is fried because of work >-< Anywayssss thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I conveyed your idea! :] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!
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You and your boyfriend Kylian are in a playful mood today, and the living room is your battleground. You've been chasing each other around for the past few minutes, trying to outmaneuver each other and land a playful punch or tickle.
You dart behind the couch, hoping to catch Kylian off-guard. He's momentarily confused, looking around for you, and you take advantage of the moment to sneak up behind him.
"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN LOSER!!!," You reach out and give him a playful shove, but he spins around quickly and catches you in his arms, lifting you up effortlessly.
"Aha! You thought you could get me, but you underestimated my ninja skills," he says, grinning down at you.
You laugh and try to wriggle free, but he holds you tight, enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms. "Let me go, Kylian!" you protest, but you're secretly thrilled by his display of strength.
He sets you back down on your feet, but you're not ready to give up yet. You start tickling his sides, hoping to catch him off-guard and turn the tables on him.
Kylian laughs and tries to dodge your attacks, but you're persistent, and soon he's doubled over with laughter. "Stop it, stop it!" he gasps, his face turning red with laughter.
You finally relent, standing back and giggling at the sight of him trying to catch his breath. "See, I can be tough too," you say, grinning at him.
He nods with a small laugh,"I know, I know. You're a force to be reckoned with," he says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You think it is over now, so you relax in his embrace but he quickly retaliates and pins you down on the couch.
"Ha! Gotcha," he says, grinning down at you.
You pout and try to wriggle free, but he holds you tight. "You're so unfair," you whine, looking up at him.
He leans down and plants a kiss on your nose. "But you're just so cute when you're trying to be tough," he teases, running his fingers along your sides and making you squirm.
You giggle uncontrollably, trying to catch your breath. "Stop it, Kylian!" you protest, but you secretly love the way he makes you feel so light and carefree.
He lifts you effortlessly off the couch, holding you up in the air and twirling you around. "Aww, my little pocket-sized girlfriend," he coos, grinning at you.
You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying the feeling of being lifted up by someone so strong and capable. "Hey, I may be 4'11, but I can still pack a punch," you joke, playfully punching his arm.
"Ouchhhh," Kylian winces playfully as he rubs his arm before laughing, "I know, babe."
As he waves an invisible flag, he asks, "Shall we call a truce?" Affirming your agreement with a nod, he grins and draws you back into his loving arms. You nestle into his embrace, relishing the sensation of his vigor and protection. Glancing up at him, you whisper tenderly, "Kylian, I adore you."
He leans down and kisses you gently on the lips. "I love you too, my little fighter," he says, grinning at you. "Now let's go get some snacks and watch a movie, okay?"
