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pairing: lamine yamal x black!female reader

synopsis: lamine just can't get enough of you.

content warnings: 18+, explicit, nsfw, cursing, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, p in v

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“i love when you look at me like that mamí,” lamine groaned as he nudged his cock back into you, “you know it drives me insane when you look at me with those big brown eyes.” 

your whole body felt like it was overheating but all you could focus on was lamine. lamine and his wet kisses on your neck. lamine and his huge hands spreading your legs impossibly wider. lamine and his heavy cock shaping your insides with every slow thrust. you felt like the two of you must have been going at this for hours but you had no intention in getting lamine to leave you alone anytime soon. 

“fuck, baby i wasn’t even doing anything. you know i just love watching you play,” you whined. lamine only hummed in response before moving to kiss you as he delivered a particularly deep thrust into your pussy. you could hardly focus on the way his tongue pushed against yours when it felt like his cock was reaching even deeper inside you. when the two of you finally separated you could tell your lip gloss had smeared onto his lips as well. 

“that’s all i--fuck—need y/n. nothing better than looking up and seeing my girl looking at me winning,” lamine lifted his hips until his tip was kissing the folds of your pussy, “got me so fucking hard, mamí, need you at every fucking game.” before you could respond, he slammed his cock back inside you. 

you honestly loved showing up to lamine’s games especially with his family. there was a certain energy that came with being able to see lamine play and nearly put on a show for the fans. you couldn’t help but laugh at the antics that lamine put on when he played especially when keyne kept appearing on the jumbotrons. now that people knew the two of you were dating, you would show up more than you probably would’ve liked on the jumbotron as well. always dressed in lamine’s jersey and with a huge smile on your face. 

but somehow you always end up folded under lamine after a win. it was almost a tradition at this point but there was nothing you enjoyed more than allowing lamine to shed his leftover adrenaline into fucking you. 

“oh—fuck! fuckk i’m so close papí,” you grip on his biceps, your french tips gleaming alongside all of the sweat on lamine’s skin—some from the game but the rest from fucking into you. you knocked your head back so that your tight curls laid out like a halo around your head. lamine moved your legs off his shoulders to closer to your head. 

“hm, not yet, y/n, you have to wait,” lamine rasped before beginning to pick up the speed, “have to wait for me to get there—fucking shit—want us to cum together.”

you shook your head violently at the idea. you could already feel your orgasm approaching quickly. your toes curled when lamine hit that special spot that just had you seeing stars with every thrust. your room was filled with the wet borderline pornographic slaps of his cock slamming into your pussy. his neatly trimmed pubic hair felt like it was almost brushing against your swollen clit. 

it didn’t take much to have you sobbing into the pillows when it came to lamine fucking you. he knew your body better than anybody else and he made sure to use every trick he knew to have you squirming and coming everytime the two of you were together. he was obsessed with being able to have you in this way and being able to give himself completely over to you. he also loved nothing more than to give you all the pleasure he knew you deserved. you were his girl and he was going to make sure you knew everytime the two of you were together.

“i can’t–!” 

“no no no, don’t start with that. hm? look at me,” lamine demanded. you hadn’t even noticed your eyes were shut, but not only were your eyes shut but you were crying with how good all of this felt. 

“look at me,” lamine demanded when you failed to do what he wanted the first time. you slowly opened your eyes to be met with lamine staring so intently back at you. his eyes sharpened once the two of you made eye contact, just like how they looked when he was determined to make the goal at the height of the game. his thrusts came to a halt as he removed himself from you completely. you whined before you could even think about what to say.  

“good—you’re so good, mamí. you’re going to watch me while i fuck up this pussy.” your dark skin contrasted perfectly with his until they felt like they were blending together as more tears leaked from your eyes. his eyebrows scrunched together as he brought his tip back to the entrance of your pussy before slamming inside. your entire body lurched up the bed with each hard thrust with even the bed whining at the passion lamine was giving to each movement.  

lamine barely gave you a moment to breath before bending down to lick into your mouth. you had tried to reciprocate his wet kiss but you could already feel the clouds flooding into your head. he was nearly covering your entire body with his weight which made it impossible for you to even try to move from up under him. not like you wanted to anyways. 

you could tell you were almost approaching that peak again. every inch of your body was buzzing with anticipation of finally tipping over the edge from everything lamine was doing to you. god, you loved him. you loved his curls. you loved his wide smile. you loved his stupid dances. but you loved the stamina that playing football on the international stage gave him because it allowed you to get railed like this whenever you wanted to. 

“i-i-!,” you shrieked when he found your g spot and continued to nail it on each thrust, “i love you, lamine! i love you so fucking much!”

lamine groaned at your admission. he loved when you got like this, when you were just so desperate to cum and he was the only person who could get you there. he leaned up from over you to see you clearly as you nearly arched off the bed. he placed delicate kisses on your rich brown shins without slowing down his thrusts. 

“if you love me so much, mamí, get yourself off for me. i want you squirting all over my cock—shitt! play with your clit, y/n,” lamine nearly growled. he looked like an animal above you as he jackrabbited into your tight pussy. every sound he was releasing sounded like it almost pained him to stop moving inside of you. you weregripping so tightly onto his cock everytime he exited you that it was almost like your body never wanted him to leave. 

you moved your hand down to your soaking wet pussy and began to vigorously rub at your clit while lamine continued his assault on your insides. the attention to your clit added the extra touch you needed before you squirted all over you and lamine. it soaked his cock completely before dripping down to the bed below. you could barely hear yourself scream with how it felt to nearly black out from the pleasure. 

lamine felt almost out of it too as he could feel his orgasm closely approaching. he was addicted to the sight of your pussy going from fluttering around his cock to tightening around him like an impossible vice. he truly never wanted to leave your pussy but he knew he was almost there.

you noticed too and wrapped your arms around him to bring him back to your chest. he wedged his face between your head and shoulders as he continued his thrusts. you knew exactly what would do it for him:

“please cum inside me, papí. i want it so bad, lamine! fuckk i wanna feel you cum inside my pussy,” you whispered hotly into his ear. your lips teased his sensitive ear as you traced the shell of hsi ear with your tongue. his lips stuttered before you could feel his cock spurt hot cum inside you. he finally slowed down as the last couple ropes of cum entered you. 

you two laid just like that as you collected your breath. sex with lamine felt just as intense as being with him in any other sense. eventually, he moved his head to plant light kisses on your cheeks before the two of you met in a kiss. the sweat was beginning to become an uncomfortable weight on you but you had no plans to move up from under the warm weight of lamine. 

when lamine slipped his cock from out of you, the cool air breathed delicately on your sore pussy. after kissing the top of your head, lamine got out of the bed and moved to the bathroom to run you a warm bath. 

“you’re so good, y/n. i’m going to run you a bath and then we’re going to cuddle all night while watching those trashy shows you like,” lamine muttered. the room felt both quiet and heavy. you only hummed in response. 

“dick’s that good, huh?” 

you may not have had all your strength back but you definitely had enough to throw a pillow at the back of lamine’s head before he entered the bathroom. 

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pairing: lamine yamal x black!female reader

synopsis: lamine sends you a 'special gift' since he misses you so much.

content warnings: 18+, explicit, nsfw, cursing, masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, sex tape (this may be too smutty 😉)

a/n: a little short work while i work on some more requests! enjoy!

you weren’t able to attend the first few games of the world cup because of classes and school activities and it devastated not only you but lamine as well. for him, there was nothing more special than looking up to the stands knowing that you were watching and rooting for him. for you, you loved being able to see lamine at his best and knew that oftentimes he needed your support more than anything.

as the world cup progressed, you two would text and call often to fill in the gaps that seeing each other in person had left. tonight, however, you told lamine that you had to finish a huge project for your architecture class and would have to call him tomorrow to focus. he understood even though he was upset that he would have to go to sleep without hearing your voice but agreed to call you tomorrow before he practiced.

so it surprised you when your phone lit up with a few messages from lamine while you were working in one of the architecture classrooms. you unlocked your phone to read the message.

it was a video of him, back to the headboard in the hotel room he was staying in. his hand was beating rhythmically up and down his cock like second nature. the spit and pre-cum made each slide sound lewder than they ever have before. lamine’s head was knocked back, and you could see his adam’s apple moving as he struggled to breathe, let alone talk, but you knew how lamine was when he was close. his mouth just starts running and spewing the most vulgar things he could imagine.

“it’s been so long since i’ve seen you, but i can never forget about your tight pussy, baby. you miss me too? fuck, i hope you’re missing me just as much as im missing you.”

his tip is a deep brown color and you wonder how long he must have been doing this because his cheeks are flushed like he’s completed a workout. his balls are sagging, full of his seed and ready to empty their load deep into your pussy.

almost like he could hear your thoughts, miles away, lamine groans out, “i know you want this load, mamí, but i promise i’ll pump you so full once you get here.”

his hand speeds up as he fondles his balls in the other. “i’ve been trying to wait til you get here but all i can think about is—fuck! it’s all you, mamí. can smell you fucking everywhere. you spray my shit with your perfume? did you mean to torture me like this?” he opens his mouth like he is trying to speak again before he groans loudly at a rough tug near his tip.

he moves his hand from his balls to drag his nails down his chest like you do when you’re riding him. “i’m counting down the fucking days until i get to pound that pussy again. until i get to make you choke on my cock. the guys think i’m being dramatic but they’d act the same way if their girl had the most perfect pussy like you. but i got the girl with the prettiest pussy. fuck, all mine.”

his brows furrowed together the way they always did when he was so close to the edge. his breathing got faster as the words spilled out of his mouth like a flood.

“god, i’m so addicted to that pussy. i love you baby, all of you but that pussy is fucking divine. got me acting up all the way across the world. you’re studying doing all your work, and i’m over here fucking my fist before the world cup because i’m fucking addicted to you. you’re going to have to start coming with me everywhere because i can’t go this long without you ever again. you’re all mine and i’m all yours, mamí. everything’s yours.”

his dick twitches once, twice, before spurting ropes of cum. his thighs shook violently as he attempted to get his breathing together. his thighs and lower stomach were covered in lines of cum but lamine couldn’t care less. he smiles lazily at the camera in relief.

“miss you so much, mamí. i booked your flight, get your ass over here already.”

the video ended and you were met with the dark screen of your phone before it lit up with a new text from lamine.

lamine 🌟💞:

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they don't know w/ lamine yamal.

pairing: submissive! lamine yamal x black! reader

synopsis: sometimes when lamine gets too worked up over comments he needs his girl to bring him back to earth.

content warnings: 18+, explicit, nsfw, cursing, handjob, blowjob, praise kink

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in truth, you loved lamine in all of his forms. you loved when he was the sweet older brother to keyne. he would always try to puff his chest out a bit when keyne asked for a new toy only to buy it for him because the boy had lamine wrapped around his chubby finger. you loved when he would dominate and humiliate his opponents on the field. he would race around them dribbling the ball in a way that no matter how quick they were, they would never have the chance to steal it from him. you would tell him after the game while he showered in your joint hotel room, that it was like watching a bull fighter who was always on the edge of danger but narrowly escapes the bull’s pointy horns every chance. you loved him when he fucked you roughly on the wall of your bedroom after you finished showing him your newest skirt or when he slowly rocked into you on the early mornings before he would fly out for another game. to say it shortly, you loved lamine in every way you could have someone of his stature and greatness. you also knew that he loved you more than anything that he could explain because he allowed you to see him at his weakest moments as well. 

sometimes lamine would get so worked up about everything that was happening around him. he would think about the weight that sat on his shoulders from the football world. people wanted him to be the best at such a young age but they also wanted to see him fail. lamine constantly felt as if he sat at the vertex of both, that he had to continue to impress audiences all over the world without allowing a single mistake. while audiences loved to see a prodigy, they also loved nothing more than seeing an already established player knock the star boy down on the field. 

you would find him with his phone clutched tigthly in his hands as he scrolled through pages of comments about his skills. people would complain he was too egotistical. someone would respond that they didn’t know how people were so impressed by bare minimum. each comment stung him deep in his soul where that child from rocafonda still resided. a child that would look everywhere for the validation that he deserved to be where he was before he began making space for himself among the greats. when you would find him like this, you would always bring him close to your chest while you gently removed the phone from his hand. those people would never know lamine like you did because lamine would always build up tall walls to fend off those he believed only wanted to steal away at the greatness that surrounded his name and image. 

you always knew what to do. you would grab his hand and guide him to his bedroom. you would take your time to kiss him slowly, allowing your tongue to brush over his lips before going to slip into his mouth. you needed to make sure lamine knew you were here with him always and that if the world wasn’t going to take time to understand him, that you would spend the rest of your life understanding even the way his breath sounds on your skin. 

when the two of you finally separate, you begin to undress him until he is completely naked. to be naked is to be vulnerable in every way. you loved lamine’s naked body covered with scars and marks from journeys that felt like forever ago. he carried each one with the message of a lamine that was now gone to time. your favorite moments were when you would brush your fingers over his chest and arms while he slept next to you in the warm mornings of spain. your fingertips felt like they weee giving soft kisses to each scar as you admired the man that lamine was. 

lamine needed to be grounded when he felt as if the world was slipping away. you pushed him down onto the bed behind him and watched as his body fully relaxed into the bed below him. whenever the world may have thought they were owed a piece of lamine for making him the global superstar that he was, his bedroom became the sanctuary where he rest his head safely. the place where you two could worship each other because you guys deserved the patience that came with it. after you knew lamine was comfortable, you wrapped your freshly manicured hands around lamine’s length. he was a good thick size that always had you gasping into the pillows on any other night, but tonight only made you hum into the silent air. he was darker here, even darker then his sunkissed skin, and you loved the way your dark skin looked next to his. 

you knew this routine more than anything else in life. you opened your mouth and allowed a line of drool to drip slowly out of your mouth onto the tip of his cock. lamine groaned loudly at the lewd sight and knocked his head back into the bed as you began to move your hands up and down his now slick cock. lamine loved head but he loved it the most with you because of how entranced you got. you would lick up the sides of his cock and even suck his balls gently into your mouth until all he could think of was you. your hands quickened as the blowjob got even messier than it was before. while you weren’t getting any true pleasure from it, you moaned at the feeling of his cock twitching in your mouth. 

he was close. 

“please mami, let me come in your mouth,” lamine pleaded at you as he felt his balls draw tightly up. he could feel everything and nothing all together as you drew him all the way into your mouth until he could feel the back of your throat. 

“oh god, y/n!” he exclaimed and came down your throat in thick white spurts. his hands tore at the sheets near his head as you swallowed each spurt down. lamine could barely catch his breath before you began again. this time you slowed down which seemed to only amplify each pornographic wet sound that the two of you made. he knew it was coming but it didn’t mean he was any more prepared for it when you took him back into your mouth. 

orgasming for the second time was easy. the third and fourth time after that—that was when it got difficult. by then, lamine knew he would be panting like it hurt and a part of it did, but another part of him needed it to knock out all of the bad thoughts that continued to swim around in his head. alongside continuing to massage his now weeping cock, you repeated sweet nothings to him until all he could hear was your voice. 

you’re doing so good, lamine. i love when you whine like this.

i love you so much baby! can you do it again for me?

you’re twitching so much in my hand, do you like it? tell me how much you like it.

you’re so handsome when you’re about to cum.

i love you lamine, more than anything. now cum baby. 

your voice always had the ability to tip him over the edge and tumbling over into the abyss that is pleasure. he loved that feeling that came after he would cum and you would kiss his swollen tip while scratching your long nails up and down his tan thighs. everything felt so amplified whenever he was around you and it felt so easy to be intoxicated on pleasure when you were the one dishing it out. 

by the time he had came for the fourth time, his head felt like it weighed a million pounds. he could barely recognize what you were saying or doing as you worked around him. you had left to go to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe up the mess lamine had made on himself and some of the bedding. the two of you would probably have to change the top sheet before bedtime but it could at least be comfortable now for cuddling. you also grabbed his water bottle from off the dresser and got him to drink a little bit before putting it back down. 

you climbed onto the bed next to him and said, “come on, i know you want some cuddles now,” because no matter how long the two of you had been seeing each other lamine still sometimes hated to ask for things such as that. lamine never wanted to feel clingy even though it never bothered you. he groggily moved to lay his head on your chest while you ran your fingers through his curly hair. he loved being able to smell the vanilla scented lotion on your skin and pressing soft kisses there as well. 

you knew he would be asleep in a few minutes and then after that you could work on making the two of you some food, but for now you would appreciate the comforting weight lamine had on your body. each breath slowing down until lamine was out like a light. 

the world could have the pieces of lamine that they wanted but you would be the one that had the masterpiece. 

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⤷ ゛LAMINE YAMAL ˎˊ˗

─ ain't none of your friend's business

boy best friend! lamine will always be the only man in your life. (smut)

— they don't know

sometimes when lamine gets too worked up over comments he needs his girl to bring him back to earth. (smut)

— not fair

lamine sends you a 'special gift' since he misses you so much. (smut)

— exchange

lamine just can't get enough of you. (smut)

⤷ ゛JUDE BELLINGHAM ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛KYLIAN MBAPPE ˎˊ˗

°❀⋆ LEWIS HAMILTON .ೃ࿔*:･

°❀⋆ OSCAR PIASTRI .ೃ࿔*:･

°❀⋆ KIMI ANTONELLI .ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: lamine yamal x black! reader

synopsis: boy best friend! lamine will always be the only man in your life.

content warnings: 18+, explicit, nsfw, cursing, cheating, p in v, car sex, slight breeding kink, gets more explicit towards the end, lamine is lwk toxic (but you love it)

a/n: this is my first fic on tumblr! let me know what you think and feel free to request!

boy best friend! lamine who you met when your face was chubby with youth and you were missing your two front teeth. you loved watching him play with the other kids and his boyish antics always made your stomach hurt. you would cheer him on from the steps as he drove the other players around in circles until they were dizzy. whenever he scored a goal he would look over to you with a wild smile and you would shout his name louder than any other girl there. 

boy best friend! lamine who always had your back when the other kids bullied you. they would pull on your hair or comment about how dark you were, and lamine would always be there to defend you. he had come home multiple times covered in bruises and cuts from getting into fights that he didn’t always win but that he always walked away from alive. maybe that’s where it started. this idea that lamine had to be your knight in shining armor because you were too sweet to protect yourself. 

boy best friend! lamine who took your first kiss after you were nervous that you would never be kissed. it was the age where everything made you feel self-conscious including the neighborhood boys who would choose every girl over you. when you told him he tried to assure you that the other boys didn’t even know left from right but realized quickly that you wouldn’t be able to move forward without having your first kiss. the two of you found a quiet place far from the football nets and other kids, and lamine asked you to close your eyes. you were fourteen when you felt his lips peck yours quickly, lingering just long enough for it to be considered friendly. 

boy best friend! lamine who would criticize all of your boyfriends. “they’re no good,” lamine would say after infuriating your latest boyfriend to their wit’s end. you were fuming and couldn’t understand why lamine felt the need to pick at everything they did. you always wanted the two most important men in your life to get along but lamine never made it easy for anymore. no matter who it was, they never met the standard that lamine had for your potential boyfriend. eventually, you stopped trying to get them along. 

boy best friend! lamine who sends you money for whatever you need no matter how much it costs. once he started playing professionally, lamine’s bank account started reflecting his stardom and lamine had more money than he knew what to do with. so if you ever told him that you were getting your nails done or that you were getting fresh braids, lamine would send more than enough money then you needed. at first, you tried to tell him you didn’t need the money but lamine pushed you enough to rely on him, because that’s what friends are for, y/n. now, you like the apple cash payment of $500 in your chat and send a photo of yourself after you’ve gotten the service done. beautiful, lamine would text back. 

boy best friend! lamine who began making even bigger purchases for you. for one birthday he got you a car and then after you got into your dream college he offered to pay for the first three months rent for a high end apartment. of course you objected again but you had to admit it would be helpful if you didn’t have to worry about money while settling into college. once the three months were over, however, he continued to pay for your rent and even began to slowly add more furniture and amenities until he bought nearly everything in your flat. he even included stuff he would need for when he stayed over. 

boy best friend! lamine who started off sleeping on the couch and then the guest bedroom before squeezing into sharing a bed with you every time he came over to visit. he told you that it would be just like old times when you would stay over at his home and the two of you would huddle under the same blanket in his bed and read stories to one another. now, you wake up with his hard-on pressing into your clothed pussy since lamine was adamant on sleeping in only his boxers. 

boy best friend! lamine who comments heart eyes and other cheeky messages under your instagram posts even when the two of you are dating other people. the first time you try to say something about it, he reassures you that he would text that under any of his friend’s posts but he doesn’t. he leaves those kinds of comments only for you. he barely does it for his girlfriends. when your boyfriend asks if you can get lamine to stop doing it, repeating to you that friends don’t comment under posts like they’re ‘trying to fuck them’, you tell your boyfriend that lamine has always been like that. you attempt to reassure them, telling them that you’re only friends. 

boy best friend! lamine who convinces you to ignore your close girl friends' advice. they tell you that he is obviously overstepping clear boundaries and that he’s acting more like a boyfriend than a friend. you bring this up to him and he shoots every comment down like light work. they don’t understand you like i do. i need to make sure that you’re okay and taken care of. now, why don’t you share your location for next time you go out.

once you give your location to him, he’ll even pull up to where you are with your other friends, under the guise of coincidence, whenever you take too long to answer his messages or pick up his calls. 

boy best friend! lamine who has been one of your best fuck buddies ever since he invited you over to his place with a simple photo of him fresh out of the shower, his v-line freshly on display. some text under it that says, ‘you free?’ he sends you money over for an uber, because he’s a gentleman like that. when the car stops in front of his place he is there to greet you. that should’ve been the first and last time you ever did that after he bent you over his kitchen counter to devour you whole. your legs felt as if they were nearly going to give out but he was always there to catch you. he had fucked you so rough that night that you woke up with bruises all over your legs and waist. he had tugged on your fresh hair with the reassurance that he would pay for your next appointment, as if he didn’t always do that. you came with a wail and you even allowed him to cum inside you with the promise that you’d get a plan b pill in the morning. 

boy best friend! lamine who even fucks you when you’re in a relationship. you can’t hide it anymore. you know your boyfriend can tell with how lamine looks at you whenever he comes over. lamine doesn’t hide it either. he constantly has his hands around your waist. he constantly smacks and grabs at your ass while you finish cooking in the kitchen. he mocks your boyfriend in your own home and all you can do is smile weakly at your partner knowing that it was no use telling off lamine anymore. 

boy best friend! lamine who asks if you’ll help him find his wallet that he lost in his car which always leads to you folded in the backseat of his newest luxury car. your panties only on one leg while he pounds into you consistently. you don’t know how long you’ve been in the car now. you wonder if you boyfriend knows what the two of you are doing. it’s hot and you can feel not only your sweat on your skin but the sweat steadily dripping off of lamine onto you. lamine always gets like this when he has to hang around your boyfriend because even though he wasn’t ready to commit, he hated seeing another man in his home. does he fuck you like this? he growls into your neck. the idea of you even letting the other man into your pussy like he was, more than offended him. i’ll kill him. i’ll kill him if you let him cum in you like i do. you just cried in response. how did you end up like this. how did that cute little boy from rocafonda turn into the star football player that needed to have all of you, all of the time. 

his hips continued to slam into you before your thighs spasmed. you could feel everything crashing around you and gripped lamine’s clothed back harder. lamine felt like he was reaching further into you then he had ever been before and before you knew it you were squirting around his cock. please lamine, you have to pull out. you always asked him to pull out to wear a condom at least, but lamine could never listen. you were his. this was his way of claiming you so that no matter who you were with you would always be his. lamine only shook his head before slapping your thigh. you could tell he was close because he began to ramble as his hips pounded into you like a rabid animal. 

you’re mine. you’re mine. maybe once you’re carrying my child you’ll fucking know that-fuck! we were made for each other, do you know that? your pussy is fucking made for me. i love-love you. i love you more than he ever could!

his hips slammed into you one, two, three more times before they stilled and you were met with the warm feeling of his cum seeping inside of you. fuck, fuckk you’re so tight mamá. he groans as he releases a heavy load into your pussy. it didn’t matter what he did, he would always be the man who cared for you more than anyone in the world. you pulled his face down to kiss him deeply. his tongue forced it’s way into your mouth and you felt as if you were getting wetter than you were before. 

get him out of my fucking house, okay? he kissed you on the cheek sweetly.