seaofher

The alarm cuts through his dreams. Lamine wakes up and opens his eyes, arm over his forehead, bare-chested, half the blanket already on the floor. He sits up on the bed for a few minutes, trying to shake off sleep, then gets up, and the rest of the blanket falls to the floor.

He was only wearing his underwear; his shorts were tossed beside the bed. He pulled them over with his right foot, tossed them up, caught them, and put them on. He passed by the mirror in his room before heading to the bathroom, studying his appearance for a moment — there was a new pimple near his chin. He sighed. Why today.

He took a quick shower. His hair had grown a little longer, and his blond streaks had faded. He used regular shampoo to wash his hair instead of color-protecting shampoo, since that bottle had already run out.

He came out with a towel around his waist, or even lower than that — his habit of lowering his pants can't fade. The weather was cold. He went straight to the closet and pulled out underwear, long black pants, a t-shirt, and a black jacket.

When he finished dressing, he combed his wet hair back and secured it with a black baseball cap, then pulled the jacket's hood up over it. And he left the house.

He drove to a café half an hour from his house, went in, and sat at a corner table — the chair against the wall, with the table in front of him and another chair across from it. He sat there without ordering anything. Anyone paying attention would notice he was waiting for someone; his leg bounced continuously, almost audibly, as he watched the café door, tracking everyone who walked in.

His lips parted involuntarily when he saw you come in. You were wearing your usual clothes, a hint of worry in your eyes. You looked left and right until you spotted him. You hesitated a little, glancing at the people around you, then approached, saying loud enough for him to hear: "What do you think you're doing?!"

He couldn't stop himself from feeling happy at the sound of your voice, though his features leaned toward neutral. "Sit down."

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You sat down tensely in the seat across from him, after pulling the chair a little further away from him first.

"Lamine." You said as you studied his eyes — eyes you hadn't seen in a while. "What are you planning by doing this? Why did you send me that thing?!"

"The car? I thought you'd like it." He said, placing his hands on his thighs, then pulled the menu off the table and looked it over for a moment. "What do you want me to order for you?"

"I don't want anything, and I don't want your car, and I don't want to stay here long."

"It's your car. It's a gift." The way he spoke almost stunned you — you weren't sure this was the same person who'd cried over your breakup a month ago. But it didn't matter now; whatever he was planning, you had to put a stop to it now.

"I don't want gifts. I'm not your girlfriend anymore. You have no right to give me gifts."

"Is that how it is?" He straightened up and leaned forward, clasping his hands on the table.

You said, "That's how it is, so send someone to come get it." He sat there mulling over your words; it seemed like he was about to say something specific, then changed his mind. "You can trash it. I have no one to send to you."

"Lamine, please." You said with feigned helplessness. "Stop whatever it is you're doing now."

His relaxed face frowned slightly. He took the cap off his head and ran his fingers through his hair a little — enough for anyone paying attention in the café to realize Lamine Yamal was there, and enough to show his hair had grown a bit longer. "Is this really all you have to say to me after a month since we last saw each other?"

You went quiet; your hands on your thighs weren't enough to steady you to answer without emotion. "What do you want me to say, Lamine." Your voice cracked audibly on his name.

He put the cap back on. He didn't answer for a few seconds, then said, "You have a week to come back to me. And if you don't, I promise the gifts won't be the simplest part of all this."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes." His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw your body pull back a little. He said, "What have you been doing without me this past month?"

"You mean what have *you* been doing this past month? Because there's no excuse for your behavior, Lamine — ever. What happened?"

He looked away as if trying to recall certain scenes, then looked back at you. "Do you really want to know?"

His serious tone made you swallow. What exactly had happened during your time apart — he hadn't spoken to you at all since the day you broke up, until the night before, when you found an extremely expensive car in front of your house, a bouquet of flowers on top of it, and a card with a place and time written on it.

You knew it was Lamine — how could you not — since he was the only one you'd told about your dream car.

"We're done, Lamine. I won't come back to you, and you won't come back to me. You'll take this car, and we'll act like nothing happened." You glanced at him briefly. "Isn't that why you came in disguise today?"

He answered quickly: "No." Then he seemed to hesitate over his answer. "I'm doing this for you."

The café was quiet, and there weren't many people inside. When you looked at him, he made you feel like you were the only one there — he hadn't glanced at anyone passing by since you'd walked in.

"I have training, so I have to go." He finally stood, pulling your chair away with one hand as he moved to leave — he clearly wasn't willing to wait for you to stand up.

You stood up quickly and grabbed his arm. "We still need to talk!"

He took hold of your shoulder and hand and removed them gently. "We'll meet again soon." Then he left.

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You locked your car and got out, keys in hand, parking it beside the new car, which you'd also had to park since it was blocking the way.

Driving it had been something else entirely — you couldn't deny that — but you couldn't accept it, and certainly not from Lamine. Still, you didn't know what to do with it. Should you take it to his place? Too risky — you were sure going to Lamine might confirm something, both in him and in you.

Your unspoken confession to your friend a few days ago still lingered in your mind, since it was the first time you'd admitted this to anyone besides yourself.

"I miss him. I really do miss him."

"But he deserves someone better. Someone better than me."

You shook the words from your head — why did he have to show up now, exactly when you were at your weakest.

You went inside, changed your clothes, threw yourself onto the bed exhausted, and fell asleep before you realized it.

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"Morning again," you murmured tiredly. Today was your day off, but you had to go out shopping. Flashes of last night's memories flickered in your mind, tightening your chest.

You put on regular clothes and drove to the nearby supermarket — one that only locals from the neighborhood used, so the parking lot was always empty, which you'd always loved.

You started shopping, and after ten minutes, you could feel someone following you. When you reached the frozen foods aisle and left your cart briefly to check the shelves, someone's cart bumped into yours from behind.

"Oh, excuse me."

A very familiar voice. You turned around, and there he was, just as you expected — Lamine Yamal. He wore a hoodie similar to yesterday's, black, hood up. You were certain running into him here was no coincidence at all.

"What are you doing here?!"

"What? Can't celebrities go shopping?"

"You know what I mean."

"I remembered I'd come to this supermarket with you before, and I just wanted to come back."

"On my day off? Which you know perfectly well is when I shop."

He laughed. "It's just a coincidence." He said it in a way even he didn't believe.

You grabbed the frozen food, put it in your cart, and started pushing forward, determined to ignore him completely — just as he'd said, a mere coincidence.

But he moved his cart and started following you too.

"Why are you following me?" You said suspiciously, glancing back at him.

"Me? I think we just want to buy the same things." He said indifferently, steering his cart past you.

You said, "I'm still waiting for you to take the car, you know."

"I told you, trash it, do whatever you want with it."

"What exactly are you planning, seriously."

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When you got to checkout, you remembered you'd forgotten the flour, so you asked the cashier to wait a moment, shot a glance at Lamine who was still behind you, and went back.

When you returned, Lamine was gone. You put the flour on the belt and went to pay, only to find the cashier waiting for you with a smile. "Your boyfriend already paid."

You stormed out to the parking lot, bags in hand, looking for his car, but it wasn't there. "That childish idiot, honestly."

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You'd hoped everything would stop at those two incidents, but Lamine suddenly became an inseparable part of your weekly routine. There was at least one or two days a week where Lamine would show up in your day — even though you two were broken up! You'd see him at the gym, when leaving work, and during your leisure time out at cafés and restaurants.

And you weren't foolish — you knew he was following you, though you didn't know exactly what to do about it. Reporting Lamine was truly the last thing you wanted, since his athletic career was literally everything to you, and you didn't want to destroy it.

So when you came home one more exhausting evening after running into Lamine "by coincidence" at the salon next to your house, all you wanted to do was go to bed and sleep.

You went inside, changed your clothes, and threw yourself onto the bed exhausted. You scrolled through your phone, and there it was — the messaging app with a red icon showing the number 1.

You didn't know why your heart started racing, but you knew you weren't someone who usually got messages. You opened the app, and your conversation with him — which had sat at the bottom for a month — rose to the top of the list, with a new message.

Lamine.

You opened it, and it was an invitation — an invitation to a big event you used to attend with him. With a message from Lamine written below it.

"You have to come to this, just with me, and I'll stop everything I'm doing."

You bit your nails. What was this strange offer? What was he planning? You gripped your phone anxiously, running through every possibility, but nothing logical came to mind at all.

That was because the logical Lamine no longer existed — you could no longer predict his actions at all.

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You picked up the comb and started brushing your hair back, looked in the mirror, then parted it left and right, grabbed a clip off the table and gathered your hair, then let it back down.

"I don't know what to do." The dim lighting in the room flattered your tight black dress — was it too much? But you didn't own anything else — just this and another summer dress, neither fitting for such a big event.

Your mind kept throwing reminders at you to stop everything you were doing and go to bed, but Lamine had told you he'd stop whatever he was doing if you came.

Still — wasn't it strange for an ex-girlfriend with no connection to the event except her ex-boyfriend to show up? What would you even do there.

You sighed and checked the clock — eight already, and you were already late. You took one last look in the mirror — alright, you looked fine — and resolved to go now.

You went down to the garage where your car and the gifted car were parked, looked at it for a moment, then at your worn-out old car.

Damn it — showing up to such a big event in this car would definitely be embarrassing. Before, Lamine had always been the one to come pick you up, but now you'd be going by yourself... but also, if you drove the new car, that would be the strongest confirmation to Lamine that you'd accepted it.

Had he done that on purpose? Had he bought you the car so you'd end up using it?

"Fine, Lamine. If you want to play a game, I won't refuse."

You grabbed the car keys hanging by the garage and started the car, and once again, driving it really was something else.

The driving was a bit unfamiliar — it had so much modern technology — but after a while on the road, you got used to it a little.

When you finally arrived at the venue, you drove in through the entrance, which was decorated with a red carpet. You gradually slowed down as you reached the entrance, where many people stood, and beside the car, a valet. You got out, and he asked for the key, which you handed over.

You let your eyes sweep the place — celebrities, actors, athletes, and more. You recognized several people you already knew, and in a small gathering off to the left, close to you, you saw him.

Lamine Yamal, wearing a jet-black suit, handing out pearly smiles to the people around him. He kept cutting conversations short every so often, scanning the entrance, until his eyes landed on you. He smiled, and everyone around him turned to look at whoever he'd smiled at.

You froze, and saw him murmur something to the person he'd been talking to, then head your way. Now you felt everyone's stares burning into you. You tried to feign composure, put on a smile like his — you were certain someone was photographing the two of you right now, ready to put you on the front page of tomorrow's news.

"You came." He said quietly, as if he didn't want anyone but you to hear those words.

"I came..." you repeated, as if the sentence itself would wake you up to your situation now. You saw him extend his hand to you, asking you to take it. And you did — you had to play along with his game today. He led you into the event, where there were many more people, cameras, and reporters.

A reporter approached you both, flanked by two men carrying cameras on their shoulders. "Lamine Yamal, a moment of your time, please?"

Lamine nodded with a smile, which the reporter returned with an equally big smile. "How are you feeling today? We haven't seen you since your last match a week ago! Great look, by the way."

Lamine laughed at the compliment and simply answered, "I'm happy to be at the event today, and thank you for the kind words."

"We see the well-known young lady here? Why are you two together today?! Everyone thought you'd broken up!"

Lamine put his hand on your back and pulled you closer to him. "We never broke up."

The blood froze in your veins. You felt time stop completely. You heard the reporter asking more questions and Lamine answering, but you weren't sure at all what they were talking about — your mouth open, wanting to say something, but nothing coming out.

He'd tricked you.

Lamine had tricked you.

His hand steadied your body when you started to lean slightly, glancing at you before the reporter directed a question your way.

"How did you feel about the false information spreading about your relationship with Lamine Yamal, while you were simply traveling?"

"Huh?"

Lamine took back a bit of the space the reporter had occupied and said to him, "As you can see, she's a little tired — she just got back from traveling."

"Oh! Sorry about that, and thank you so much for your time!"

Lamine led you, walking behind him without resistance, to one of the private lounges, and before he could tell you to sit, you shoved him by the chest.

"What do you think you're doing?!" You said, trembling — your voice had finally come out. Lamine, standing in front of you, was barely affected by the push, only pushed back a little. "It was for the best."

"You tricked me! Lamine, I can't believe this!" The feeling churning in your chest was disgusting, hurting deeply — you never expected Lamine to do something like this.

"Love? Calm down, okay? Just sit down now and catch your breath."

You sat, not to obey him, but because you felt you might faint if you didn't. You held your head in both hands, strands of hair falling across your forehead.

"Lamine, you — I never expected you to betray me like this."

He seemed to accept your words completely, though his face showed no sign of happiness. "I know. I did something bad."

"Why? Why did you do it?"

"Because we have to get back together, love. This is for the best."

"That's not your call to make, Lamine!" You shouted, shocked at his boldness, standing up again and moving toward him angrily, gripping his shirt collar and pulling it. "You ruined everything I worked for."

You could feel the exact moment Lamine stopped pretending. He grabbed the hand on his collar and pulled you closer. "Ruined what — your stupid attempt to protect me?"

He cornered you, in words and body. You pulled your hand back defensively and said, "My attempt to protect you? What are you talking about!"

"You know what? I put up with a lot, and I tried not to be angry with you after the way you deceived me. No — actually, I wanted to be everywhere you went until you'd accept me again and change your mind."

"What are you saying." The words came out of you stammering.

He sighed. "I know the real reason you broke up with me."

Your voice trembled. "My real reason? What do you mean! I told you — I hated the life I was living with you, Lamine. That's the truth, nothing else!"

"Liar."

You yanked your hand hard, painfully, to pull it free from his. "What do you know, Lamine."

"I didn't want to bring this up until I was sure you wouldn't run from me, but you're already being difficult, aren't you."

"Talk."

"We were in the same place before, and you didn't see me."

"What."

"I was there, at the little neighborhood restaurant. And I saw you with your friend..." Your heart started racing — this couldn't be real. Had Lamine really been there and you hadn't noticed? On the day your friend had invited you out to lift your sad mood, a few days before Lamine's gift arrived.

"I missed you so much, so I booked the table next to yours, and decided to just stay and see you a little. It was pure coincidence — I was out alone, and on nights like that, I always went out alone in disguise, since the restaurant wasn't big."

You stood there listening to him recount how he'd been there with you without your knowledge. The feeling of shock and confusion was joined now by a new feeling — embarrassment, because Lamine must have already known everything.

"I heard everything — about how you left me because you think my future is better with someone else, how you lied to me, and how you missed me terribly." He continued, "A few days later, I decided to send you the car."

Your hand, which had been resisting, stopped now, and you let it drop, and his dropped with it. You looked down, silent, embarrassed, tense.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew, from the start."

"I knew that wasn't enough to bring you back." He pressed your fingers. "I had to trap you with me before that."

He sighed and put his hands over his face. "You don't know how I felt when I learned the truth. I was devastated — part of me happy that you hadn't left me over the fame, and part of me sad that you didn't care about what I might think, and that you'd tricked me like that."

"Lamine..."

"So I tricked you back, just as you tricked me."

He raised your hand to his mouth and kissed it. "Please forgive me."

The kiss sent a shiver from your hand through the rest of your body. The tension that had gripped you the first minute you entered the room eased completely. Lamine had known everything from the start, and had only been trying to trap you into a corner to hold onto you — and he'd succeeded. Now everyone thought you were still together, and he hadn't done it without reason — he'd lied to you just as you'd lied to him when you asked for the breakup.

Somehow, that made you happy, because Lamine hadn't changed at all — he hadn't done all these things without a reason. His sudden change had driven you crazy, since you'd thought it was without cause.

A ghost of a smile appeared on your face, and you pulled back the hand he'd kissed. "Congratulations — you found out and told the story just how you wanted. But don't think I've truly changed my mind, Lamine."

"We should have started from here. We were supposed to still be together, and I wouldn't have had to pull some sneaky trick to get you back. But you decided to twist all this and lie to me instead."

"Because I know you wouldn't accept it."

"Because it doesn't make sense."

"Lamine, you're at the peak of your career right now. The right thing for you to do is focus on yourself! But no — even after we broke up, you're still wasting energy trying to get me back instead!"

"Can't you see that I have a say in this relationship too, just like you do? I don't need your advice and lecturing — I already know what I need to do."

"I love you! I really love you so much, that's the truth. But I don't want you to waste your future on me."

"Your opinion doesn't matter anymore, and I won't beg you like last time to come back to me — because now, you're already mine."

"Lamine."

Your conversation was cut off then by someone gently opening the door. "Lamine? Finally found you." It was just one of Lamine's friends, gavi. "They're looking for you — you've got several interviews already waiting."

"I'm coming." Lamine smiled at him, took your hand, and pulled you back out to the event again, and you knew there was no way to escape him now.

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you hear the whistle blow from the WAG’s section and the whole section immediately gets quiet. you shake your left leg back and forth aggressively, nervous about how lamine would be feeling.

you finally stand up and grab your purse, softly saying your goodbyes and giving hugs to the other women there. you step off and make your way towards the tunnel where the players leave to after the match.

while waiting there you decided to go buy him something so he’d feel a bit better. you found his favorite, chocolate chip cookies and instantly bought two of them.

you finally saw the players coming out and reuniting with their families.

“hola.” (hi.) gavi said while passing by, looking at the ground, you gave him a soft smile and head nod.

behind nico williams was lamine. he looked exhausted, even though he had only played for a little bit of time. he had his jersey slung over his shoulder, which made his abs shine in the light.

“baby.” you smiled softly, going in for a hug.

“hola mi amor.” (hello my love.) he said, practically whispering.

you kissed his neck while hugging him tightly, “i bought you these.”

you handed him the two packs of cookies, “it was all they had.”

“gracias.” (thank you.) he said kissing you on the cheek.

it was already hard for you to keep up conversations because of how quiet and awkward you’d get, but it was especially hard when lamine would get like this after bad games.

he’d completely shut down and give you one worded answers for every question you’d ask or sentence you’d say. he was like that ever since you met him back in middle school.

the rest of the day went by, you tried getting him his favorite fast food, putting on his favorite movie, hugging him, joking with him, but nothing worked.

you got frustrated not knowing what else to do, and you hated seeing him so upset and not being able to do anything about it.

you were sitting on the ground, by his side, while he was sitting in his gaming chair playing with his friends.

“lamine.” you said, poking at his left thigh.

he slid the left side of his headset off with his shoulder and looked down at you for a split second, then right back up at the game, “dime, y/n.” (tell me, y/n.)

“remember back in april when you got injured and you were so scared you wouldn’t qualify for the world cup?” you hesitantly said, knowing it was a tough subject for him.

“yeah,” he furrowed his eyebrows at the game, and probably at you too, “i do, why?”

“look where you are now.” you smiled at him.

“miserable in my room playing video games?” he laughed.

you rolled your eyes, “no, well maybe a little miserable, but only after playing in the world cup!” you stretched out the world the.

“okay, y/n.” he responded in a monotone voice, but you could see his face soften up.

you push your phone to the side, making your way in front of him. you look up at him while sitting on your knees.

“don’t be mad at me please.” you pretend pout.

he smirks, “i’m not mad at you.”

“mm yeah you are, when you’re mad after a game you’re mad at everyone.” you say while placing your hands on his knees.

“y/n.” he said while shaking his knee a little bit to get you off. “estoy jugando.” (i’m playing.)

“well then stop.” you tug at his shorts once more.

he ignores you and unmutes his mic, talking with his friends again. you kiss softly over his clothed dick, feeling him tense up and stutter his words.

you continue kissing him, tugging at his shorts more aggressively, he gives in and lifts his hips, allowing you to take his shorts off.

you bite your lip, looking at his semi-hard cock. you palm it with your hand while looking up at him, he’s making faces, trying not to make a sound since he’s playing with his friends.

you pull his dick completely out his boxers as a fifa match loads, and you can hear his friends talking and laughing through the headset. your fingers trace skin lightly along his thigh, up toward his half-hard cock that twitches at the contact.

you lean in closer, breath hot against his exposed skin, you wrap your hand around the base of his dick with a gentle squeeze that makes him shift, his posture adjusting slightly to stay focused on the screen as he grips the controller tighter, his thighs spreading just enough to give you better access without a sound escaping his lips.

you bob your head down slowly and pick up the pace instantly, you look up at him to see him biting his lower lip. you pop his cock out your mouth and kiss it all around while stroking it with your two hands.

you feel his hips buckle, but he stops it, trying to play it off. you put him back in your mouth, this time taking him all in, you gag while saliva drips down your chin, your nose brushing against his pelvic.

“y/n.” lamine breathes out, it comes out shakier than intended and you hear his friends pick on him. he tries to shut them down as you go faster and deeper.

you keep working him with everything you have, you seal your lips tight around his cock while your tongue presses flat underneath, dragging along every inch as you bob faster.

then you cup his balls, rolling them gently at first before you start sucking one into your mouth, tongue swirling over the sensitive skin while your other hand strokes what your lips can’t reach. lamine’s thighs flex hard around you, controller buttons clicking faster as he tries to stay focused on the game, but his breathing is ragged.

he leans down just enough to whisper, voice low and strained, “keep doing that baby, it feels so good.”

one of his friends argue over the mic about a missed pass, giving him cover to let out a shaky groan that he quickly turns into a cough.

you switch to the other ball, sucking it slow and wet before letting it pop free so you can take both in your palm again, massaging them while your mouth sinks all the way down his cock until your nose presses into his skin again.

lamine’s hips jerk once, barely controlled, and he whispers again, “más despacio amor, me van a escuchar.” (go slower love, they’re going to hear me.) but still he doesn’t stop you. his free hand stays tangled in your hair, guiding you deeper. you hum around him in response and his cock throbs hard against your tongue.

you pull off just far enough to spit on the head before taking him back in, one hand still massaging his balls while the other strokes in time with your mouth.

lamine’s control cracks again when you suck harder, cheeks hollowing, and drool coming down from your chin to his skin in thick strands.

“shit, i’m close,” he whispers, voice cracking as a goal lights up the screen and his friends cheer loud enough to mask the broken sound he makes.

his balls tighten up in your hand and he pushes your head down one last time, hips stuttering as he starts to cum.

you feel the thick cum pulse straight down your throat, hot and heavy, while he bites his lip and closes his eyes shut trying to stay quiet. you swallow every drop, sucking his cock until he’s empty. then, you lick him clean, tongue dragging over every inch to catch what leaked out. lamine slumps back in the chair, controller forgotten for a second as he whispers, “fuck.”

you giggle, still on your knees and give his cock a couple more kisses. “feel better now?”

he nods, taking deep breaths while his slowing plays down, you can tell by his friends yelling at him through his headset. lamine motioned his hands towards his lap, telling you to sit on it.

“gracias amor.” (thank you, my love.) he said, face in your hair, as he kissed you on the lips passionately.

you wrap your arms around his neck, as he wraps his around your waist to still be able to play while you cuddle him. you end up drifting off to sleep, and wake up in the middle of the night by lamine taking you to bed. he tucks you in quietly and gentle, then spoons you back to sleep while holding you tightly.

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