A burning hatred 2/3 Lamine yamal fanfic
Warnings: Mentions of smut, drinking, smoking (i promise the actual smut is coming next chapter!!)
Tags: Enemies to lovers, drinking, reader is a nepo baby, slowburn, eventual smut, reader is stubborn, battle of the egos ahahahah, teasing, ulterior motives, mutual hatred, drunk sex, morning regret, same age,
7, 8, 9, 10, 11 shots? You honestly had no idea how much you drank.
The penthouse was a blur of flashing lights and loud Spanish music. They were the world cup winners, after all.
You were sitting at a table full of footballers, all from miscellaneous teams.
Rodri brought Haaland, who brought Jude Bellingham, who brought most of the Brits with him. Fair.
Gavi brought Kounndé with him, which led to half of the French team attending.. sure.
You also swore you recognized Julian Álvarez sitting across from you. The fuck was a VARgentina player doing here?
While Williams and Olmo set up the beer pong, you couldn’t help but glare at Lamine.
His hair was ruffled, like he played with it. His features looked, more defined. More dreamy than usual. His eyes were something you could get lost it; winners energy radiating off him.
Fuck, why did he have to look so good?
Nope nope nope, there was a reason you had to avoid him. Especially when you were drunk. Especially.
You wished you could disappear. Every stolen look you shot him felt particularly vexed. It was annoying how much you seemed to notice him now.
Your barricaded feeling came undone, no defenses unlike your sober self. Just distance myself and try to have a good time.
Easy right, right??
You had to step out, get some air. From this, from everything, from Lamine.
You didn’t want to deal with his pretty face, or annoying comments. Not when you were vulnerable.
“…I, neeed to step outtt, just a moment, okayy?”
You were stumbling off before you even finished your sentence. Just a quick smoke at the balcony. To get away from him.
You fumbled with the door, sweat slicking the handle.
You took a few steps, the rush of cool air hitting your face.
Finally.
As you turned the corner, you heard sounds, passionate ones.
The fuck? Who could possibly be on the balcony?
You impulsively turned the corner, only to see Haaland and Bellingham fervently making out. Yo, okay.. You didn’t know they swung that way.
“Get a fuckingg room and let me have a peaceful smoke. Scram.”
Both players immediately ran back off yo the party.
You actually couldn’t catch a break tonight. As the smoke immersed in your lungs, you felt a sense of ease. No A-list footballer celebrities to be careful around, and most importantly? Being far away from Lamine, for your own good.
You blew out a cloud of smoke, that lightheaded feeling and comforting smell of tobacco wrapping around you. You sat there for at least 20 minutes, wasting half of your packet and taking some shots from a now empty whiskey bottle.
You leaned against the wall, sitting down. You usually loved drinking. Your friends knew you were a connoisseur, but you also knew yourself too well.
🧠: “fuckk, I probably can’t even handle a conversation with him now.”
You couldn’t just tell him what was on your mind. When you were this wasted? Over sharing was all you did.
God, how you ached to tell him everything. How exactly you wanted to fuck him, dick him down. Have him mutter dirty Spanish in your ear as you finished.
Another 10 minutes passed. You were down to your last 4 cigarettes.. Fuck, you needed to stop stress smoking.
“one more won’t hurt.”
You mumbled to yourself, fumbling with the lighter.
“Bitchasss lighter won’t work-“
“Need help, Princesita?”
His low, provocative voice cut through the air. With his handsome face to distract you, suddenly the rules you made for yourself didn’t matter. Your face was flushed from the alcohol, but God, you felt your face getting 10 shades brighter.
“L-lamine? What do you actually actually actually need, ‘Assholita.’”
Your voice came out much less confident than you hoped for.
He sat down right next to you. If anyone could match how faded you were right now, it would be him. He fidgeted with his hands before reaching to your face, pulling the cigarette out of your mouth. He missed grabbing it a couple of times, accidentally hitting ur face.
“Ahh, señorita you know how bad smoking is for you?”
He grinned, taking a long inhale.
“Hypocrite much! Im not the fucking wonderkid of Spain.. Im not out there performing perfectly. I don’t need to watch my health.”
He chuckled hazily, choking on the cigarette smoke.
“Me, you think I, me, Lamine… Play perfectly. I am veryyyy flattered.”
You scoffed, adding on a silent.
“Well yeah..”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, looking good and playing football is the only thing you can do!”
He looked into your eyes, like really looked at your expression. You were slightly covering your face, but you didn’t look embarrassed. Interesting.
“Whatt, no control over your mouth when drunk, Princessa?”
“Stop talking to me before I admit how much I want you.”
The words rolled off your tongue. You didn’t even comprehend that you were, well, admitting it. You were just repeating the words your sober self thought.
On the other hand, his eyes lit up, smirk deepening further.
"Oh shittt, ahahah. You want me?"
You turned your head to face him. Confusion riddled your face, mixed with flutter.
"HUH?? When did I ever say that."
Then you realized.
"Ohhhhh fuckkkk.
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. Fuck, you knew you shouldnt have even kept a conversation with this motherfucker. Your face turned a new shade red. That was for sure.
"Yeah fuck you and your.. c-career! I knew I shouldnt have talked to you in the first place."
As you were about to run for your life and attempt to save your dignity, a firm hand kept you seated.
"Thats not the way I wanted you to use that word, but alright."
He smiled cheekily, slurring over every word. What word?? You were so clueless.
"Why the hurry señorita? We have all night."
You were starled, for sure. Wait did he want to see you embarass yourself? Or did he wanna.. Nevermind. Your voice came out pleading, almost embarrassed.
“Can you just fuck me already?”
“What have I been aiming for all night, Princessa?”
Author note: yo mb for the wait, ive been writing like deadass. smut will come soon sorry for edging all of u fellow gooners 😭😭 i listened to lil uzi while writing this lowkey no correlation but it helped me lock in ❤️
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