PINK

He rolled his eyes at the use of his last name, stepping forward whilst still brushing his teeth. He softly pushed you out the way, leaning forward and closing your suitcase. Zipping it shut in one smooth motion that just screamed him, because everything he did was just excruciatingly effortless.

"Relax, ay? We'll worry about this later, come to the pool." he poked, wrapping a singular arm around your back and pulling you into him, his chin resting against your crown as your own arms loosely rested around his waist.

"I have too much to do. All this shit to unpack and a dress to search for and conversations to rehearse because *who* has a four day wedding? I still don't know our love story and how do we explain to your mom afterwa—"

Lamine interrupted your blubbering thoughts with a soft kiss. Making your mind blank as he pulled you closer, deepening the exchange before pulling back. Giving you that small taste of him you seemed to forever crave.

"Where are your bikinis? Cmon. Keyne will be asking for you." he urged, wiping the toothpaste off your lips with his thumb, nudging you to get a move on as he waltzed back into the bathroom with heavy steps leaving you momentarily alone in the bedroom.

"You're so gross." A sigh escaped you, looking at where he had just been before leaning back down to your suitcase and pulling out a bikini with shorts rather than briefs. It's pattern was an array of blue stripes, the colour Lamine often seemed to buy clothes for you in.

After slipping the set on, you filled a small tote bag with sunscreen, bottled water from the mini-fridges and two towels from the cupboard. Lamine walked back out the bathroom as you slipped a large tshirt over as a cover up.

A smile graced his expression at the sight of you ready to go. He took the tote from your hold, guiding you out the room with his hand splayed against your lower back.

The pair of you giggled together as you walked down the villas steps at your own pace, nudging each others' shoulders as you went. Some part of the time spent together was nice, you could embrace being friends again rather than seeing each other for a movie which shifted into an easy fuck. Though it only enabled that forever buzz you felt at the mention of him.

Keyne was already playing at the steps of the pool, numerous water toys surrounding him as Lamines parents sat on sun loungers with a watchful eye. Of course Lamine bounced ahead to lift his brother into a hug, having handed you the tote bag back and giving Keyne a playful throw about.

You walked around to a new pair of sun loungers beside his parents, setting the bag down between them and giving his parents a wave in greeting. It wasn't awkward between you, your face being familiar within their lives — just not exactly like this. Not as his girlfriend.

"Hi!" you smiled, earning a short nod from his dad as he returned to the book he was reading, his mom reminding you to apply sunscreen and asking you if you were joining the her later on to get your nails done.

After short conversation, doing your best to answer everything whilst avoiding the inevitable question, your name slipped from Keyne. You excused yourself, sliding your sandles onto the tile as you padded over, shifting to sit beside the boy on the first step.

"Make me and Lamine a pizza!" he cheered, handing you a plastic cookie cutter and a spade. "Please." he added after a pointed look.

You moved to the second step, the water trickling against your stomach as you moved infront of him. "Mmh! I've never had pizza in the pool. Is it good?" you asked with a kind smile, shifting the cutter around in the water before 'mixing' with the spade.

A faux serious conversation played between you and Keyne, who heavily criticised your pizza making skills yet refused to make some himself. Lamine watched, his eyes flickering between the interaction with a glint in his eye. Seeing how easily you formed into his family.

His mom soon called Keyne over to the loungers for snacks, leaving you and Lamine to wade deeper into the pool alone. "You good now?" he asked, his hands grabbing ahold of your waist preventing you from floating any further away.

You nodded, avoiding all eye contact as you knew it would be a look of 'i told you so'. "Are you okay?" you asked back.

Lamine nodded a few times, eyes momentarily shifting over to his family. His dad still nose deep in that book, his mom fussing over Keyne and his sandwich. "You're very cute playing with him."

"I am?"

"Mhm... I like it." he hummed, returning back to you as he pulled you closer, one hand inching towards the waistband of your bikini shorts.

You sent him a pointed look, feeling the familiar tickle of his graze. "Well you're cute being with your family. You're relaxed."

"I'm not normally?"

You shake your head, thinning your lips as you held onto his shoulders for extra support. "Mhm... you can tell footballs on your mind. But right now, you're just normal."

He nodded, eyes flickering away from yours again, ears tinting red as he couldn't take the observations. "Right now you're very beautiful." he returned, the familiar cheeky grin appearing before he ducked to kiss at your neck.

You shrieked softly in a giggle, your feet kicking at him under the water though he only grabbed your ankle and wrapped you around him. "Lamine! Get off!" you laugh, pushing his head away.

"Can I get some time with you later, please?" he asked, forehead resting against yours and eyes downwards.

"Eyes up here... and I've been invited on a girls trip with your mother." you murmured, lifting his chin with your fingers. Tapping a soft boop to his nose in a teasing way, only making him groan and shamelessly letting his head fall against your chest.

The day floated by as any normal vacation. You played in the pool with Lamime and Keyne for hours more, teaming with the small boy against his older brother in a wrestling match. You returned to the villa, hair damp and fingers shrivelled as you ate from the lunch buffet before going back to your rooms to shower.

Lamimes mom was kind enough to take you out to the town herself, taking you last minute shopping for a dress and a manicure. She caught you up on Spanish phrases and the recent family gossip so you weren't too lost on conversation.

And each time she brought up the topic of you and Lamime finally being together, you only laugh before swiftly changing the topic around to something about her.

By the time you returned to your shared room with Lamine, arms heavy with shopping bags, he was out cold on the bed. Legs spread starfish as he nuzzled his nose into a pillow, soft snores coming from him.

Then, the big day came. You'd woken up miles earlier than Lamine, despite falling asleep later than him. You showered, soaking your body in scented soaps and smoothing conditioner through your hair like your life depended on it.

Once you were finished, you slipped out and wrapped a towel around yourself. Simple skincare on your face before you slipped into underwear, positioning yourself on the floor infront the mirror to perfect your makeup and hair style.

Lamine grumbled as he woke up, kicking his legs about in the tangle of duvets before blinking repeatedly. The sunlight trickled over his features through the wall length windows.

"Baby?" he called, voice hoarse as he sat up. Meeting your eyes through the mirror a smirk settled on his lips. "You didn't wake me up." he pouted, sliding out of the bed to crouch behind you as you patted down your concealer.

"Mmm, I know... I thought I'd let you rest." you smiled, bringing your free hand behind you to caress his cheek which had red marks from the pillows. "You slept good?"

He nodded, head falling inbetween your neck lazily as he fought himself to stay awake. Pressing gentle kisses to your skin. His hands shifted to your waist, running up and down before one lined the underwire of your bra.

"Lamine. You have three hours to get ready." you warned, yet didn't bat his hand away as you applied a touch more of concealer.

The boy softly groaned, letting his hands drop and rest against your thighs before he stood himself up and excused himself to the shower.

As the sound of water filled the room once again, you pressed pause on the music sounding through your phone speaker. Listening in on the small mumbles that would sound from Lamine and the chirps of nature outside.

You worked carefully on perfecting your makeup, nothing too glamorous as you feared taking up too much space today, though something enough that made you confident in your steps — because god knows you needed that today.

As Lamine began to get himself ready, silently shifting through your skincare, you slipped on the dress his mom had helped you pick out. It was a soft teal material, flowy enough to prevent the spanish heat from boiling you alive.

You helped Lamine stroke hair product through his curls, helping him polish his tie before you exited the room to meet with his parents. Keyne was with the families other children, a few nannies being hired to look after them for the few hours they'd be away.

Lamines mom winked at you as you turned the corner, causing you to blush and smile at her with a thankful nod. "Are you guys ready?" his dad asked, linking arms with his wife before leading the way to the car.

The car was soothed with a soft silence as the long day ahead approached. Lamine messaging you reminders of family events and the love story he had very obviously been thinking of as he typed away.

Lamines dad instructed the two of you to find a place to sit as you awaited the ceremony, his mom wondering off to congratulate and see her sister before she walked down the isle. He took your hand as he wandered through the venue, snatching two lollipops from the small food stand as he walked.

"You excited to meet everyone?" he asked with a knowing grin, swerving through chairs as he approached a section amongst the middle.

You nodded, sitting beside him and smoothing the skirt of your dress down before naturally leaning into him. "Yea... can't wait to tell them your shit love story."

"Not shit," he recoiled, brows furrowing deeply as though it was personal. "You confessing your love to me after I won a match? It's romantic."

"Makes me seem like a clout chaser." you shook your head, not pulling away as his fingers intertwined with yours. "I just hope everyone likes me."

The confession sat between you, leaving more questions than a simple statement should. Because really they could form any opinion on you and you don't have to see them again, because you weren't Lamines girlfriend. Though you cared, more than you'd admit and more than you want Lamine knowing.

He squeezed your hand in his. "They'll love you." he reassured, thumb circling motions on the back of your hand. And everything smoothed over.

The ceremony moved swiftly, with gorgeous bridesmaids lining the alter along with groomsmen who prodded the usual laughter with the groom. Then came Lamines aunt, strutting down the isle with his abuelo beside her, drowned in white silk like she was owed it.

Diamonds laced her skin elsewhere, the lacework on her train becoming a mesmerising sight. The vows were emotional, comedy trickled inside before the rings slipped over fingers and they sealed the deal with a kiss.

They waded the room, saying hello and recieving congrats before the crowd shifting into the outside area of the venue, which was practically a private beach.

There was a sheltered area with a buffet, plates staked tall as the staff awaited. Tabled littered the area along with fairy lights and lanterns, disposable cameras in every corner to capture the night.

Lamine dragged you over to a show table, framed pictures of the now-newly-weds with white roses. In the middle was a large scrap book, a polaroid camera and few black pens.

"Leave us some words, and a smile, We'll read over them during, the honey moons miles"

You turned to Lamine who had already let go of your hand to take the camera into his hold. Pressing down onto the on button before fumbling as he figured out the best way to take a selfie. He crouched, leaning his head towards yours as you both flashed a smile through unserious giggles, the camera flash blinding you before the frame released itself.

Lamine had the job of waving the small photo about so it could form, and as you had the neater handwriting you left the pair a small note. "Are you sure I should sign it from me? Aren't we supposed to break up in a week or two?" you asked, brows furrowed in thoughts if how involved you should be with his family.

He only nodded absentmindedly, eyes too focused on the picture that had become clear behind the film, sat in his palm. "Can we take another?" he asked.

"What?"

"Can we take another photo?"

You glanced towards him, signing the both of your names off and picking up the selotape to seal your selfie into the book. "Film is expensive Lamine, don't waste it."

"But I want to keep this one." he almost pouted, pressing the photo loosely to his chest before you pried it from his grip.

Both your eyes were crinkled as you laughed, the sunsetting in a pink and orange wave behind you. The remaining sunlight trickled against your features, highlighting the both of your eyes in a cinematic way. The almost candid photo, natural in its beauty.

"We can't keep it... we'll get another photo." you sighed softly, placing the photo in the book and cutting two small pieces of tape to finalise the activity. "We do look really cute though..."

"Are you calling me cute? Flirting with me infront of my family!" Lamine started, quickly stopping yet falling into a laughter as you pushed him by his shoulder.

As the pair of you walked around the beach some more, Lamine holding your heels as walking became unbearable. His cousins stole him for a traditional photo, leaving you beside his parents.

The bride floated over, shaking hands with Lamines dad and wrapping his mom in a hug before her eyes shifted over to you. "Ah! Lamines girlfriend, I appreciate you for coming darling." she spoke whimsically, wrapping you in a hug that screamed tipsy.

You laughed, hugging her back. "Thank you for letting me come! The wedding is so beautiful, and congratulations!" you smiled brightly, glancing down at the rock of a ring she wore.

"Oh it's beautiful isn't it. I'm a very lucky lady." she bashed, holding the ring up to the lanterns light for you to see. "Well, I won't bother you for long but I'm happy Lamine brushed up the confidence to finally ask."

Your brows furrowed, glancing up at her from the ring. "What do you mean?"

"Well, he'd only been talking non stop about you for the past few years. Chasing after you but never getting anywhere. And we all knew he'd man up eventually, I'm just glad you're one of us now. Won't be long before it's your turn." she giggled, motioning around to the wedding.

You contained choking on your saliva, the newfound information sparking your interest, though her attention was stolen before you could pry further. We all knew...

The moon replaced the sun in the sky, shining over the celebrations before encouraging everybody to return back to the villa. Lamine once again accompanied you in the car, his blazer over your shoulders as the cool air settled over.

He pushed the rooms door open, letting you walk in first before entering behind you. The door clicking shut, loud in the quiet. Lamine moved around you, kicking his shows off towards the wall and leaving his phone to charge by the nightstand, eyes turning to you in the dark.

"Uh... I'm gonna wash my makeup off in the bath." you announced, swallowing softly as the air thickened. His blazer suddenly heavy against your shoulders, the pins in your hair too tight.

He nodded, moving his palms over each other as he stood straighter. "Have you heard about the..." he started, clearing his throat, "the droughts or something—"

"Yes you can join me." you laughed, cutting off his boyish behaviour as you shrugged the blazer off.

The pair of you moved into the ensuit simultaneously, the small wall lamps flickering on, the cool tiles sending shivers through your nerves. You pressed the drain down, sealing the bath before twists the taps. The thud of water against the porcelain filling the space.

"Could you unzip it for me, please?" you ask quietly, turning your back to Lamine as he nodded slowly. His fingers traced down your neck and down the dresses straps, lining the top of the material before running the zip down in a swift motion.

The material fell from your body, pooling dramatically at your feet leaving you in the matching set you chose this morning. Lamine sighed, almost from relief, at the sight. Dipping his head to your neck and pressing his front against your back.

The cool material of his shirt and the itch of his trousers made you shiver, yet you leaned back into him nonetheless. His kisses running down from behind your ear to the curve of your shoulder. Muttering praises as he went.

He pulled back, watching as you poured some salts and soaps in, bubbling sifting around as the bath continued to fill and bubble. His hands worked at the buttons on his trousers, your own working around his tie and down his shirt, slipping the expensive clothing off to the side of the bathroom.

The moment felt too intense to not face the floor as he pulled his Calvin Kliens down, the sound as they hit the tile being too loud to he natural. Lamine let out a small his as he stepped in, the heat of the bath shocking him before he soothed into it.

And he watched, watching as you pull the straps of your set down, turning the bra around to unclip it. Stepping out of your panties, handing your foot over the edge to toe at the water, testing the temperature.

You sat the opposite end of Lamine, thankful for the tap sitting in the middle rather than at one of the ends. The water rippled over the bottom of your chest, bubbles covering your intimate areas.

Lamime nudged you with his foot, silently encouraging you to shift closer to him. And you did. Wading over to sit between his legs, the bath as spacious as ever.

He lifted a hand from underneath, caressing the softness of your face. Thumb smoothing over your jaw, cheek, nose, and lips. His gentle motions lulling you closer until your lips met in such a familiar exchange it passed like clockwork. His hand held onto your chin like protection, your legs falling either side of his in a straddle, hands working motions over his biceps in a faux massage.

Lamine let out a soft groan, forehead falling against your shoulder as he pulled back. His free hand casaded down your body, moving bubbled against your waist down to hold the curve of your ass.

"Can I touch you, please?" he asked, voice so small it almost sounded as though it was paining him to hold back. "Need to touch you s'bad... wanted to all day..." he whispered, mouth working generous, wet kisses down your collar bone.

"Yea..." you breathed, hips shifting involuntarily against his growing dick, hands tensing around his muscles to hold yourself up.

Lamines hand moved, rotating around your ass to your front, his fingers dipping between your folds to circle around your sensitive bud. Your jaw stuttered, a soft and quiet whine escaping your lips as you rested your forehead against his.

His head only dipped further, lips pressing against the top of your breasts, hands working a powerful motion. Paired with the heat of the water only sent shudders through your brain — or maybe it was the foreboading nature of it all.

Stupid conversations as you sat next to each other on the plane and transit to the villa, being as pg as possible infront of his parents and his lingering touches from yesterday. Along with the way his eyes didn't seem to leave you for so long at the wedding.

And as his fingers worked, his own hips bucking to press into your thigh and soft moans left you, his aunts words clicked together. Because friends don't look at each other like that.

"Lamine! Fuck," you cursed gently, aware the walls may be thin. Wanting to keep the moment as enclosed as possible.

He nodded against you, finger pressing harder against your clit which sent a burn through you, thighs shaking as though they didn't have the support as you sat on him. "I feel you baby, I got you." he praised, though shuddered himself as your palm found him.

Thumb swirling around his tip before lining the prominent vein down his length. "Fuck! Don't just do that..." he groaned, hand falling against your thigh, lips returning to yours as your fingers wrapped around him.

The water rippled as you motioned up and down, slow but strong strokes. He let a small laugh out into your throat, what he found funny was unknown to you though you couldn't care. Not with a fuzzy mind like this, not when he kissed you silly.

"You like that?" you asked breathlessly, encapturijg his lips back in yours. He nodded repeatedly, his lips trailing to the corner of your mouth to the line of your jaw.

"So good baby, so good for me." he moaned against your skin, hand slipping back to yours hip and pulling you closer. "I wanna hear you, okay?" he instructed, hesitantly moving your hand from him.

You nodded, eyes flickering between his as you studied him. Face softly flushed, brows pulled in focus. Chest moving heavy with his breath. Hands moving your hips as he guided you, grunting as he accidentally pushed his tip hard against you.

You whined, nails digging into his skin at the unexpected motion. "Fuck... Lamine please..." you shifted your hips.

He breathed heavy, guiding you against him and throwing his head back as he helped you sink down. "Fuck, so tight for me." he winced, feeling your walls adjust around him, feeling the pinch of your nails deep in his muscle, the sound of your soft whines seemingly vibrating through the water.

Then your hips rolled, seeking the friction you had both been craving. He helped equally, dragging your hips against him, helping you bounce when needed. His hands shifted again, one holding your ass to help u move, the other moving between your thighs to circle against your nerves again.

You squealed, dragging your nails down his arm and pressing sloppy kisses to his cheek. "You're so handsome, make me feel so fuckin' good, treat me s'good..!" you slurred, breath uneven as the water moved against you, the sound of skin muffled through the waters surface.

"Yea?" he questioned, neck rolling back as you kissed his adams apple, licking the skin before sucking a deep mark onto the place. "This dick all yours, you're amazing baby."

The bath warmed, room becoming evenly humid as water droplets trickled down the  wall tile and dropped onto the floor. Breath heavy between you both, moans and whimpers running through you like it was impossible to hold them back — and it simply was.

"I'm close, fuck..." he grunted, hips bucking up as he chased himself, thumb rubbing deeper and slower as he felt you clench and squirm. "Is this what you wanted? All day? Bet you soaked yourself through." he urged, feeling your thighs spasm as he rode you through your release, hand cradling the back of your head and bunching up your loose hair as you gasped through the overwhelming feeling of it all.

A soft gasp left you at the sudden rough motions as he rode you through it, lips tracing back up his face and beside his ear. "Dont cum yet daddy, please! Feels so good I dont want you to stop—" you whispered between kisses.

And despite his best efforts to abide to your wishes, and he really tried, his eyes screwed shut. A deep groan pulling from him as he swiftly lifted you from him and breathed through his own climax.

You appeared in public after spending three hours perfecting yourself, and every post you made was perfectly curated with at least three peoples opinions. And Jobe loved it, having a pretty pink thing to come home to, who cared.

It wasn’t like you only cared about yourself and your own appearance, you made sure to keep up with Jobe as well. Teaching him the ways of hygiene and skincare, making sure he looks as good as he can when he leaves the house.

And again, Jobe ate it up. Seeing the sparkle in your eye that was only reserved for him — or the Sanrio trinkets that had begun to litter his home. It was more often than not his dad would find a hello kitty figurine laying around. And then it was about fashion, the small skirts you wore with stitched lace and embroidered bows.

Jobe was completely soft for you. His teammates would laugh, because he allowed you to walk around in what made you feel good — but really thats what it all came down to. You being happy, that’s what he lived for.

And seemingly the media loved it to. The man who was supposed to have his head down, a strict routine of football and gym. Curating his own legacy and a name for his club. Yet the serious expression crumbled as soon as you were in frame.

He was gentler, softer spoken, slower. A smile never leaving his face when you were close by, let alone when you were pressed into his side — batting his hands away before he ruined your hair.

“You excited?” he asked, tensing his arm in a way to squeeze you before guiding you into the first store he saw. And as you walked between the isles, you slowly fell out of his grip. Entranced with the intricate fashion Tokyo held, and at the slightest interest, Jobe added another hanger to his hold.

He swiped his card, caressing your side as a way to say you’re welcome after you kissed him every few minutes, feet bouncing in happiness. You ate dinner across from each other, fingers fumbling with chopsticks as he tried his best to learn with you giggling uncontrollably at his failed attempts.

And he could only laugh with you, those dimples that you cherished so much appearing.

The day flowed through, stomachs full of enough ramen to last the night as you moved into the hotel room, sat on his lap as you murmured about some story you’d been reading about.

His nodded, eyes on your shifting expressions as his large hands were splayed across your thighs, tips of his fingers brushing the end of your skirt as it flowed against you. Your sock covered feet squirmed in a fidgeting manner, chest only covered by the soft lace of a bra he’d brought for you sometime back.