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lamine yamal x reader <3

“what can i say? 

          can’t help having a face of a playboy.”

you’re currently staying at lamine’s place in spain while he’s playing for the world cup. yesterday, they played against saudi arabia at the mercedes benz stadium, and watching from his home you witnessed him make his first goal for his national team. at first, you were actually supposed to come along with him and be there watching him play & admiring him from afar…but due to your schedule that did not happen. something about this didn’t sit right with you though, not at all, you know how he can get around other women. when it comes to him, he knows exactly how to make you jealous & push your limits. sometimes after games he’ll read what the media will say about him after his games, stuff like…

“such a phenomenon!”

                     “the future of fútbol.”

                                          “barça’s most finest!”

he knows you hate when he does this. yes, it’s stellar hearing about his improvement & performance, especially when he has a great game…but it’s not like you wanna hear other women thirsting over him online, because after all, he is yours. the way you and lamine actually met was you telling him yourself how extremely attractive he is to you, and how you’d love to get to know him outside of his career. during this night you were both pretty tipsy, and you know how risky it was shooting your shot at a famous upcoming fútbol player, but not only that you knew he was labeled “barcelona’s playboy” surprisingly, you were able to swoon him over and ever since then it’s been amazing. it’s about ten o’clock now, so you pamper yourself & head to bed.

@ 2AM

“amoré, are you awake?”

            “did you see my score today?

                                  “miss u, i wanna see you.”

since lamine’s next match isn’t til friday, the team actually decided to stay in atlanta, georgia, for a extra day. still training of course, but to enjoy sightseeing in the states. its currently 8am there so morning time for him. it only takes him to send a few more messages until you wake up. you smile reading his text, until the last switches your whole demeanor. you never knew how needy he can get when you’re apart until now. you read his last text over and over until he sends you a picture. it’s him in the hotel bathroom, mirror specifically, and there’s only his towel around his waist while his hair is all wet. such a sight to behold. this sight of him makes you crave him instantly. suddenly making you feel hot all over,

making you wanna be there to touch him. 

        “you look so good handsome.”

“what can i say? 

 can’t help having a face of a playboy.”

   incoming facetime call

“hey baby, i missed you. it’s so lonely without you here.” you smile hearing lamine say such words, because that’s exactly how you feel without him too. “i miss you too as well lamine, so so much.” you hear him chuckle on the other line. “is it okay if i see how much you’ve missed me mami? i wanna see all of you on display for me yeah?” you knew it would be too difficult to resist lamine, and quite honestly, you were already riled up. you prop the phone on the nightstand, giving him a clear view of you in silk nightgown. “wow, you look so so so astonishing mi reina.” when he says this, you hear his slight catalan accent coming out which only happens when he’s in the moment. “you like what you see lamine?” “very much so i do. i wish i was there to embrace you. can you do a little twirl for me? i would love that.” while you give him a 360 you say, “of course i can, what makes you think ill turn that down when you’re practically half naked?” once you’re done, you decide to tease him a bit, or a lot, and you take the straps off your shoulders to let them fall causing the whole gown to come off…not knowing what would happen next.

all the sudden, he props his phone down himself. “i know it’s very late for you back in barça, but i promise i’ll make this quick so you can get the rest you deserve.” at this point, all lamine has on is his boxers, while you have on nothing. he takes the time to capture such a beautiful view before he says something else. “staring problem much?” “don’t tempt me, i’m just taking my time…but if you wanna rush things how about you show me ur pretty pussy.” you freeze. you didn’t quite expect that, but who are you to not listen to the one man that makes you fold. you get up on the bed and spread your legs, waiting for the next instruction. “make yourself feel good babe, don’t wait up for me.” he says while rubbing his hard on. you listen profusely & grab the lube from the side of his dresser, pouring it onto your fingers before lubricanting your slit. once you finally get there. you start applying slow but good enough pressure to really feel it. to feel relaxed, and pretending that it’s lamine who’s doing it. “feels so g-good, need you.” “you need me baby?” “so so much.” his breathing gets heavier as he’s watching you, palming himself even more. “i wish you were inside me, feels so empty.” you say as you start to finger yourselves, letting the pleasure take over you.

“you look so fucking sexy my love,” he groans. “i’m close baby so i want you to do me a favor yeah? i want you to finish for me, act like im there, act like im the one that fingers deep into you. you deserve it.” the more he talks is the more your body is put on edge, his groaning on top of your moaning is enough to set the two of you off. “i’m cumming, i’m cumm-“ you’re cut of by both of your moans as you both finish at the same time. “fuck.” lamine says. you lay there in bed for a minute, feeling like you’ve been released from the feeling of cloud 9 & you hear lamine calling for you. “baby, you still there with me?” you get up and look at the phone, basically turning your body facing him as you sit on the edge of the bed now. “i have to go now baby, their calling us down for training…i’ll text you when im available so probably by the time you wake up again okay?” “okay lamine. be safe!”      you say in a raspy tone, burnt out by now as he hangs up the phone seconds later.

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“i love you mi alma, can’t wait to

jacob elordi x reader <3

@ nobu , los angeles .

“don’t even bother making an appearance. you’ll regret it.”

i laugh when i received jacob’s text. i figured as much he’d text me before our families have dinner in the next hour. me and jacob have a long on/off history with one another, and the last time we talked we ended up on horrible ends. it’s not like i can just back out of dinner now because truth is, i was already ready. ready to make an appearance and drive him wild. 

7:42 pm

we finally arrived to nobu, the family is beyond excited to see the elordi’s. well, besides me. they’re waiting for us at the entrance already since they’ve already arrived a couple minutes before us. before i can greet myself to basically my second family, jacob grabs me as if he just seen a ghost and pulls me aside. “what the hell are you doing here, didn’t you get my message?” he stares me down. i look at him with a sly expression, giving him the conformation that he needed. “i did jacob, i did. but what makes you think i have to listen to you? this dinner doesn’t revolve around JUST YOU.” he grits his teeth at this response and tries to avenge himself with a quick reply that would hit deep. but he doesn’t, he simply doesn’t know what to say. he comes closer to me, pointing his finger in my face. “look, you’re very lucky that i’m willing to keep this dinner cordial out of respect for your parents and mine…but don’t act like you’re not looking for trouble with that outfit on, because i’ll surely give you trouble.” i laughed, because i knew exactly what that meant.

“here’s your monkfish pâté with caviar ma’am!” the waiter places my plate in front of me. jacob is staring dead at me. why? i have no clue. but it was starting to become annoying. “what the fuck are you looking at?” i whisper as i kick him under the table. his eyes widen. “hey, who do you think you’re talking to like that?” he gives me a look of irritation as he throws his hands up. our parents are too busy chatting it up so they don’t hear us bickering. “you better watch what you say to me, or you won’t like the outcome of your own decisions.” “oh yeah? try me.” and that was his breaking point. he gets up immediately but quietly out of his chair, and grabs me from the other side of the table as we rush out to the bathroom area. “i don’t know WHO you’ve been trying to provoke all night, but you got what you’ve been asking for.” he lifts me onto the bathroom sink, and starts kissing me, deeply and passionately. despite me hating him, seeing how easy it still is for him to fall at my disposal is thrilling to say the least. i love seeing him in this limelight, i still loved him like i always had. i melt into his kiss. his soft lips. “so you been looking for trouble all night huh? yeah? well i’ll give you what you want.” he picks me up from the countersink and smacks my butt firmly. “you’re gonna be a good fucking girl for me and stay quiet, okay?” i nod my head. 

as jacob’s slowly taking my dress off while heading to a stall, he says, “even if we do hate each other or get on each others nerves, i will always have a undeniably amount of love for you.” as i’m about to say something he says, “but i still fucking hate you.” i just sigh because as long as i know, i’ll always be stuck in his thoughts just like he’s always been in mine. and that alone suffices. “can you stop talking and just get to work already?” i say in a tone with slight annoyance. i hear him immediately undo his pants followed by an “attagirl.” and just like that, he’s instantly inside of me. before i could let out a cluster of moans, he’s thrusting in me so slow, hitting the exact spot, i’m practically choking on my own vocal cords. the second i’m about to finally let out the moans i been holding in for so long, someone walks in. “i know baby. i know.” he whispers softly along with trails of kisses across my shoulder. i pray no one notices that there’s two people in the stall. and as if things couldn’t get worse, we realize it’s his dad that walked in the bathroom. did i mention we’re in the men’s room? “jacob, are you in here?” i froze, but this only made jacob thrust faster and deeper inside of me. “yeah, im in here dad! just doing my business in the stall.” “yeah well please hurry up. your mother is wondering where you are too.” jacob’s hand covers my mouth even harder than before. i can’t help but to let out a cry each time he hits the spot. “i’ll be out soon.” he says.

erling haaland x reader

            12:01 am. it’s currently 12:01 am. 

me & erling are currently camping right now , and this is for sure not like me but i am willing to try new things for my norwegian viking. he’s been whining to me how he misses norway and camping in the beautiful norwegian views, and i finally caved in. i cant even bare myself to go to sleep because seeing him sleep so peacefully fulfills me. as if its my duty to watch over him. suddenly i hear him talking to himself, “fuck…” in a slow, seductive manner. i try to ignore it, and even turned backside facing him, until i felt him. i felt my beautiful european beast basically pulsing against me followed by a groan. “do you feel it? do you feel me?” as much as i wanted to make him feel oh so good, it just felt too sinister. i have never thought myself to be an exhibitionist, but i knew that erling had quite the past. “baby! we’re out in the wilderness! i promise you when we get home i’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” “please, i need to feel your warmth in order to feel some type of relief.” i laid next to him and i started to wonder, will it really matter? will i regret doing this in the wilderness? “i even brought our bondage set, this tent is big enough to enjoy ourselves! why are you being such a gledesdreper?” i turned to look at him, furrowed my brows, and realized that he wasn’t lying. i was being a gledesdreper. 

“you won’t have to do anything my love other than lay pretty and letting me creampie that tight beautiful pussy of yours.” i laughed at him. not because it was funny, but because i actually really enjoyed the sound of that. “when you said you brought the bondage set, the whole set or just the rope restraints?” there’s a sparkle in his eye when i mentioned it, as if i almost read this whole thought process because suddenly, he brought out the exact rope restraints i was talking about. “i’m gonna tie you up in puppy style, okay?” i nod my head and waited for him to be done. he’s quite gently when going through this process, so it takes him no time. i feel lube spreading around my slit as he whispers, “i’m gonna make you cum so good for me elske.” as he runs soft delicate kisses down my spine. i would never admit this to him, but between the anticipation and being in such a situation like this in the wild is beyond arousing. as i’m collecting my own thoughts, he enters me…  “oh fuck yes daddy…” his dick was a perfect 8 inches,

which considering him being 6’4 it makes perfect sense. he thrusts in and out, slowly but steadily. as he’s whispering norwegian sweet nothings in my ear, i’m making my own head pound by all the moaning coming from my mouth, barely being about to form a sentence. “you’re doing so well elske, so creamy.” and he was right. between the hot wetness from inside my legs, the smacking between his hips and my ass, and his heavenly warm cum, i knew it was over. about 8 minutes later, his cum is over filling my walls, and his cum is EVERYWHERE. it’s as if he was determined to milk himself in me. “elske im cumming, cum for me. let me see that beautiful pussy blossom & taking what it deserves.” i complied, and i listened. for the first time ever, i seen more than stars. i seen the world. i’ve seen him. 

“fuckkk…my pussy only belongs to you and only you.”

“i might have to creampie your pretty self more often elske.”