hiii could you please do the current boyfriend prank that’s on TikTok with Lamine❤️
✮ Current Boyfriend - Lamine Yamal
lamine yamal x fem!reader
sy: trying the viral, ‘current boyfriend’ prank on your bf, lamine.
a/n: hope this did justice ! thanks for requesting 🫶🏼 (moodboard is shite. let’s move swiftly on..)
warnings: just spanish, i think.
per usual, your phone was causally propped up against the limestone shelf below the mirror of your masters bathroom.
purposely, you’d had it on screen-record and video for a while now, so it wouldn’t give away the fact it was recording the soon-to-be prank you were about to deliver to your boyfriend.
lamine, sure he was smart as hell when it comes to football, but common sense-wise?not so much.
lamine has just finished adjusting his golden chain around his neck. “how are you not ready yet?”
“says you who has just finished,” you playfully tease, popping the lid of your lipstick off. “i’ll only be a few seconds.”
he mumbles something incoherent, fidgeting with the blonde strands of his hair. you finish the lipstick addition, sweeping your purse.
“i’m so glad i finally get to go out with you tonight,” you smile sweetly, intertwining your hand with his. “it’s been awhile since ive went to dinner with my current boyfriend.”
lamine nods, then does a double take, his head snapping towards you, that might of just have gave himself whiplash. meanwhile, you’re still gazing at your reflection in the wall-sized mirror.
“wait what? current boyfriend?”
you continue adjusting your hair in the mirror, pretending to be oblivious about the way lamine’s once-bright expression twists into confusion.
he blinks. once. twice. thrice.
“how many do you have!?”
you turn vaguely, offering him a sideways glance. “¿qué?” (what?)
“nada,” lamine tuts, his eyes narrowing as they search your face for any persiflage. “don’t what me. current boyfriend? is there a list or something i should know about?”
you bite the inside of your cheek, merely holding back your laugh bubbling inside your throat. but you manage to stay composed. “there’s no list.”
he tilts his head slightly, suspicious. “..you said that with a little too much confidence for me to believe it.”
you roll your eyes, tapping your foot impatiently. “let’s just go to dinner. we’ll be late otherwise.”
you attempt in starting to move past him, but he casually steps in front of you with a freakishly swift pace.
“al diablo con la cena,” he remarks. “adelante, dilo otra vez.” (screw dinner. go ahead, say that again.)
you glance at him in the mirror. he’s got that lazy frown, brows slightly pulled, arms crossed now, like he’s waiting for an answer that better be a good one.
“say what, baby?”
“that thing,” he says, chin jerking up at your reflection. “about me. say it again.”
you stifle a smile. “what? that i’m glad to go out with my current boyfriend?”
“yeah, that. why’d you say it like that?” he says, tinging possessively, but more so desperately as if that actually stung him.
“look at me when i’m talking to you.”
lamine tepidly curves the angle of your jaw to face him, in which you shrug. “it’s not that deep.”
he takes a step back, eyes scanning your face and jaw slack, as if scanning for hidden answers carved into your skin. “well, it sounds deep! you planning on replacing me or something?”
you chuckle under your breath, flickering between his hazel eyes. “god, you can be so dramatic sometimes, amor. turn that frown upside down.”
you send a roguish smack to his chest, where he stays deadly still. he doesn’t let up, though.
“so i’m just your current boyfriend now?” his tone sharpens, albeit not bitter, just like he’s getting increasingly bothered. “just holding the spot till someone else comes along? someone ugly?”
you sigh. “lamine.”
he looks down to you, arms falling to his sides, and his expression somewhere between annoyed and pouty.
“just say i’m your boyfriend. drop the current.”
you raise an eyebrow. so, this is what jealousy looks like. although after almost four years of dating, jealousy wasn’t a common thing lamine liked to convey.
you can’t deny the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “are you jealous?”
his cheeks immediately blush with a shade of light crimson like a blush rebellion; the tone of his voice pitches in protest. “jealous? pfffttt. me? never.”
“you aree jealous,” you coo, prolonging the tail of your words as you poke him in the chest. “this is you. jealous. sulky face and everything.”
lamine starts with a fake cough, and both of his hands pressing comically against his inflamed cheeks. “im just saying no other man would know your coffee order like the back of their hand.”
“caramel frappuccino, with a shot of vanilla and chocolate fudge drizzle—extra cream.” he wraps his arm around your waist, deflecting his embarrassment now.
his hands hover above yours, his fingers circling your ring finger like a silent claim. “see?” he gestures, vainly to himself. “no one else would know that.”
you squint at him. “and you say you’re not dramatic, yet you’re spiraling over a sentence.”
lamine huffs, now trailing your spine with his hands. “im spiraling because the sentence made me sound temporary. im not temporary.”
“no? what makes you think that?”
“because if you ever tried replacing me, i’d have to hunt whoever he is and s—”
“okay!” hurriedly, you jump up onto your tiptoes, to kiss his cheek, effectively permitting him to shut up. “it’s a prank! i promise! don’t finish that sentence!”
“a prank?” he scrunches his nose.
you grab your phone from the shelf, and he now, hours later, recognises the red circle at the top of your screen—recording.
lamine immediately groans. “you with tiktok.”
“you’re as much of an addict as i am,” you add, giggling. “are you saying you’ve never seen this trend?”
the spaniard shakes his head, lazily letting his chin drop atop yours. a heavy exhale rakes from his bones, relief washing over him. “no, i’ve seen it. i just didn’t think you’d use me for content and almost give me heart palpitations.”
you usher a breathy laugh. “okay, i’m sorry. i’ll offer to pay for the desserts tonight—as an apology?”
“¿solo los postres?” he faux snorts, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. (just the desserts?)
here comes the pretentious eye roll again. not like hours ago he made it evident that you weren’t to pay a single cent. “bien. yo pagaré.. las bebidas también.” (fine. i’ll pay for.. the drinks too.)
“así está mejor,” he mumbles. though, realistically? he’d backtrack on his words. (that’s more like it/that’s better.)
“soo..” you peer up at him, hands smoothing down his abs. “are you finally happy now?”
“almost.”
lamine steals a kiss from your lips, satisfyingly slow and lingering like he’s trying to brand it in place; sealing his position as your permanent boyfriend.
when he pulls away, his teeth gently nab at your bottom lip, but his voice is weaker, almost smug again.
“now i’m happy.”
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