#lamine

EDITS OF YOU - l. yamal

inwhich! you catch your boyfriend, lamine yamal, watching something and trying to hide it, only for it to be thirst trap edits of you.

frannytalks! based off of this edit here!! this is so very short, didn’t know if you wanted it to be smut or not! also sending love to modric & croatia rn!! ☹️ thank you so much for all the support, i see your messages and comments! don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!

summary :: You were trying clothes on at the mall with you fiancé, Lamine. You couldn’t decide which outfit to choose, Lamine picks the perfect one for you

”Lamine is this one cute?” You ask as you glance over at him, he was sprawled out against the dressing room couch.

"Dame una o dos vueltas, amor"(“give me a spin or two, love”)

You do as he says, giving him a spin as the champagne-gold skirt blooms around you in a soft circle before cascading back down, the satin catching the warm light with every movement.

"¡Me gusta ese, es hermoso!"(“I like that one, it’s beautiful!”) the corners of your lips lifted into a soft smile at that, “Well let me try this one on…” you say holding the other dress, a warm amber colored spaghetti strap dress. Lamine waits for you to get dressed, you adjust the straps and reach for the back where the zipper is, pulling the zipper up and opening the door, stepping out onto the soft rug.

Unable to hide the smile spreading across his face,"Date la vuelta por mí otra vez, mi amor"(“turn around for me again my love”)

You laughed quietly, giving him another spin just for him. The dress flared ever so slightly before settling back against her, Lamine stands up from the couch, walking towards you before reaching his hands to your waist

"Mi amor, este vestido te queda precioso. Te queda perfecto y creo que este es el indicado, no tienes ningún otro vestido, ¿verdad?"(“My love, this dress is gorgeous on you. It fits your perfectly and I think this is the one, you didn’t get any other dresses right?”)

Your wrap your arms around his neck, looking up at him “No, I got those two because I didn’t want to go overboard with dresses…” you say with a laugh, “but you think that’s the one? For sure?”

He nods, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away, "Mi madre te va a amar con el vestido, mi amor"(“my mother is going to love you in the dress my love”)

You blush before glancing down towards the remaining dresses tossed on the floor, he uses his finger to tilt your face back towards him and he pulls you into yet another kiss, and then another, and another…

summary: your boyfriend of 4years invite you over to get bored together.

warning(s): fluff, slight suggestive (kissing, neck kissing)

a/n: first time writing a fluff, lmk what you think!! And please send me req!!

english is not my first language so excuse any spelling errors!

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Lamine and you have been together for 4years now, since you both left highschool.

he was like your best friend and you were like his. You often went to his house just to be bored together

"we wont need reasons to see each other"

He’d always tell you. and so you went to his house almost every week if not every day and today was one of them.

lamine❤️: hey baby, wanna come over? Kenye miss you.

you: mh? kenye miss me? youre sure..

lamine❤️: okay I probably miss you too.. come over quick, so we get bored together amor.

you: okay will be there in 30minutes.

lamine❤️: hurry!

you liked his message and giggled at his messages and went to get ready. You got ready, light makeup, low waisted grey joggers and a white basic tank top, your hair down.

You knocked on his door and he took a little while to open, he was holding his little brother and his gaze softened when he saw that it was you.

"hi baby."

he kissed you and you leaned in to kiss his brother s forehead that was asleep in lamine s arm. he moved to the side for you to enter, so you did

"your mom isnt here?"

you said, putting your bag at the entrance as he went to lay down on his couch, his brother s eyes opening slightly before closing again.

"no she went to see my aunt or something."

You approached him and he patted his torso with his free hand. you went on his body and cuddled with him, you kissed his neck softly before opening your phone and he watched tik toks with you. The dance on bruno mars’s song « Last dance » came on your fyp, your eyes lights up.

"oh my gosh lets learn that dance baby!!"

you said looking up at him, his eyes softened and he nodded. You stood up immediately and so did he, he slowly put his brother on the couch, still asleep, you both did the dance and as you tried you stumbled on yamal’s joggers wich made you fall on him, he chuckled.

"falling for me again?"

you squinted your eyes at him.

"ah.. shut it yamal!"

he kissed you softly before looking at his brother trough the side of his eyes. You felt the kiss deepened as he made sure his brother was asleep, he gently pulled you against a wall.

"you look so pretty today amor.."

he said, his mouth trailing kisses that burnt your face until he was at your neck, he kissed and bit you there softly.

"lamine! your brother’s right here!"

you said chuckling, he kissed you one last time on the lips and grabbed your wrist softly.

"right sorry, but you look so pretty right now.."

he said walking you back to where you phone was.

"lets do that dance mh?"

he said as you fixed you hair, slightly disheleved from his sudden interest in your neck. You retried probably 5 times to get a perfect shot. you posted it on your private tik tok, your family and friends reacting to it. You went back to his couch and back to cuddles, even fell asleep on him, his arm over your back, tracing half moons on your backside. kenye fell alseep aswell and lamine too.

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lmk what are your thoughts about it!

summary: it’s your boyfriend’s birthday, and lamine has more than just dinner in his mind.

notes: he’s 19 now omg! also can we talk about the first photo.. 😛😛

also I apologize, i tried making the food descriptions and ended up sounding like a food critic 😬

sorry for the wait on the requests, they'll be out starting tomorrow!

warnings: smut!!

just hold on, we're going home

a/n: girl hii!!💘 thank you so much for the request i hope you like it :P

i had to look up this photo of lamine on pinterest because i literally couldn't remember having seen something similar but gosh you really are a genius for this prompt i'd never have thought it up (i love glazing everyone who sends me a request you all are heaven sent)

ps: did you guys know the sun sets so late in spain in summer??? where i live the sun sets by 7:20ish even in june; it sets around 9:30 in barcelona. aint that crazy

alsoalso this flowed out of, i wrote it in 1 sitting. this rarely happens by the way, i have no clue why i'm so apt at writing lamine. personally i like to this it's because have the same birthday lololol

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: NOT nsfw ‼️ but making out so still kinda nsfw, cussing as always

word count: 1k

synopsis: reader really liked lamine's cowboy hat

you twiddled your thumbs, biting your lower lip all the while. you stood with your back to a huge window, where the sun was setting behind you. the world had been painted an orange that made you feel things.

it was your favorite time of the day.

you were very anxious. anxious, because you were pretty fucking sure that seeing your boyfriend in a cowboy hat shouldn't really be making your body have such a severe reaction.

you were standing off set where the adidas ad was being shot, watching lamine spin on the bull with his hat on. you felt goosebumps and there wasn't one holy thought in your mind.

"right, one more take please" the director's voice echoed through the studio, shaking you out of your reverie.

the whole shooting process began again; the lights were readjusted, someone quickly touched up lamine's makeup and the crew scrambled to take their places.

in the commotion, you caught lamine's eye. you smiled reassuringly, giving him a thumbs up. he smirked back and winked, tipping his hat to you.

your legs turned to jelly and you could feel heat pooling between your legs. god, take me now.

lamine's montage ended and he slid off the carousel. the director told him to take five while he reviewed the footage, and would let lamine know if he and aitana were free to go home.

lamine walked towards you, leaning sideways against the window that you were now pressed up against.

"hello," lamine whispered to you before kissing your cheek, and then your neck.

a blush crept up your cheeks. "lamine, are you allowed to take the hat home?"

he looked at you, taken aback, and then he laughed. "direct, aren't you?churri, they'd let me take home the whole set if i asked."

you nodded, your fingers splayed over lamine's abs over his shirt. "good. yeah, okay, good. ask them for the hat." you couldn't even make eye contact with him.

lamine's smirk grew. he lifted your chin up to look at him. "you okay? you seem pretty... bothered."

you sighed, brows furrowed with desperation, and frustration over the fact that you weren't making out with lamine right now. "it's because i am bothered, genius."

lamine raised his eyebrows. "why? oh shit, it's because of the hat, isn't it?"

you stuttered. you attempted to save your image and failed.

lamine's eyes widened and he snorted. "oh my god, it is the hat. fucking hell, you're turned on because of a hat!"

"lamine, shut up."

his smile only grew bigger. "no, i will not shut up. this is the stupidest thing ever."

you shook your head, giving up.

lamine's hands, that had just been on your waist were now lifted up in exasperation. "nonono, i'm just letting you know how lame this is. you've seen me shirtless, you've seen me win matches, big matches by the way, you've seen me cook for you and do other husband-esque shit like that, but what really gets you going is a hat."

"do you ever stop talking?" you said, before grabbing lamine's face and kissing him.

his hands found their way to your body, holding you as you held his face. you kept kissing, oblivious to the rest of the people in the room.

his hands went up and down your back, his thumbs occasionally brushing against the area right under your breasts. his hands kept going further down your back.

your hands stayed on his neck and face, making sure the hat didn't fall off. it covered your faces.

your chest was rising and falling rapidly with need, and lamine's breathing was heavy as well. he groaned as you kissed him particularly roughly, not giving him a chance to pull away.

his lips left yours and you were about to whine in annoyance before they started sucking on the soft flesh of your neck. your eyes widened then and you made a quiet noise, one that made lamine pull you impossibly closer.

"lamine?" you whispered, voice hoarse.

"hmm?" his voice was rough around the edges, but as sweet at its core as it always was. he looked at you, eyes darting across your face. his eyes were dark with longing.

"please, never take that hat off."

he chuckled, a sound deep in his throat before kissing your lips again. his hand caressed your hair, the gentleness in sharp contrast to how urgently he was kissing you.

"oh my god, you're like dogs in heat!"

you and lamine jumped apart to the sound of aitana's voice as she laughed at you guys. "no guys, really, you'd be losing it too if you could see yourselves. it's like a porno film unfolding in front of the whole studio."

you scoffed. "what's porno about making out?"

aitana wagged her index finger between you and lamine. "one word: the cowboy hat."

you looked at lamine and burst out laughing. aitana shook her head and walked away, muttering "damn kids" as she went.

lamine grinned. "you weren't so giggly just a minute ago, were you now?"

you rolled your eyes. "lamine, shut up."

he leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear. "just wait till we get home. or even in the car; i might not be able to wait."

the director walked over rather suddenly and smiled. "we're done with your scenes, lamine, you're free to go home now. we'd just like a group photo with the cast and crew, is that okay? you're welcome to join too," he added while nodding at you.

"sure, let's do it." lamine said, wrapping an arm around you as you guys walked to the centre of the set. people scrambled to get into frame, someone yelling whether they should start the timer or not.

lamine took the hat off his head and put it on yours, winking at you as he did so.

you leaned in closer to him and whispered, "you know, i'm really surprised you haven't made a joke about us doing it in cowgirl tonight."

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 ❤️