#lamine

you hear the whistle blow from the WAG’s section and the whole section immediately gets quiet. you shake your left leg back and forth aggressively, nervous about how lamine would be feeling.

you finally stand up and grab your purse, softly saying your goodbyes and giving hugs to the other women there. you step off and make your way towards the tunnel where the players leave to after the match.

while waiting there you decided to go buy him something so he’d feel a bit better. you found his favorite, chocolate chip cookies and instantly bought two of them.

you finally saw the players coming out and reuniting with their families.

“hola.” (hi.) gavi said while passing by, looking at the ground, you gave him a soft smile and head nod.

behind nico williams was lamine. he looked exhausted, even though he had only played for a little bit of time. he had his jersey slung over his shoulder, which made his abs shine in the light.

“baby.” you smiled softly, going in for a hug.

“hola mi amor.” (hello my love.) he said, practically whispering.

you kissed his neck while hugging him tightly, “i bought you these.”

you handed him the two packs of cookies, “it was all they had.”

“gracias.” (thank you.) he said kissing you on the cheek.

it was already hard for you to keep up conversations because of how quiet and awkward you’d get, but it was especially hard when lamine would get like this after bad games.

he’d completely shut down and give you one worded answers for every question you’d ask or sentence you’d say. he was like that ever since you met him back in middle school.

the rest of the day went by, you tried getting him his favorite fast food, putting on his favorite movie, hugging him, joking with him, but nothing worked.

you got frustrated not knowing what else to do, and you hated seeing him so upset and not being able to do anything about it.

you were sitting on the ground, by his side, while he was sitting in his gaming chair playing with his friends.

“lamine.” you said, poking at his left thigh.

he slid the left side of his headset off with his shoulder and looked down at you for a split second, then right back up at the game, “dime, y/n.” (tell me, y/n.)

“remember back in april when you got injured and you were so scared you wouldn’t qualify for the world cup?” you hesitantly said, knowing it was a tough subject for him.

“yeah,” he furrowed his eyebrows at the game, and probably at you too, “i do, why?”

“look where you are now.” you smiled at him.

“miserable in my room playing video games?” he laughed.

you rolled your eyes, “no, well maybe a little miserable, but only after playing in the world cup!” you stretched out the world the.

“okay, y/n.” he responded in a monotone voice, but you could see his face soften up.

you push your phone to the side, making your way in front of him. you look up at him while sitting on your knees.

“don’t be mad at me please.” you pretend pout.

he smirks, “i’m not mad at you.”

“mm yeah you are, when you’re mad after a game you’re mad at everyone.” you say while placing your hands on his knees.

“y/n.” he said while shaking his knee a little bit to get you off. “estoy jugando.” (i’m playing.)

“well then stop.” you tug at his shorts once more.

he ignores you and unmutes his mic, talking with his friends again. you kiss softly over his clothed dick, feeling him tense up and stutter his words.

you continue kissing him, tugging at his shorts more aggressively, he gives in and lifts his hips, allowing you to take his shorts off.

you bite your lip, looking at his semi-hard cock. you palm it with your hand while looking up at him, he’s making faces, trying not to make a sound since he’s playing with his friends.

you pull his dick completely out his boxers as a fifa match loads, and you can hear his friends talking and laughing through the headset. your fingers trace skin lightly along his thigh, up toward his half-hard cock that twitches at the contact.

you lean in closer, breath hot against his exposed skin, you wrap your hand around the base of his dick with a gentle squeeze that makes him shift, his posture adjusting slightly to stay focused on the screen as he grips the controller tighter, his thighs spreading just enough to give you better access without a sound escaping his lips.

you bob your head down slowly and pick up the pace instantly, you look up at him to see him biting his lower lip. you pop his cock out your mouth and kiss it all around while stroking it with your two hands.

you feel his hips buckle, but he stops it, trying to play it off. you put him back in your mouth, this time taking him all in, you gag while saliva drips down your chin, your nose brushing against his pelvic.

“y/n.” lamine breathes out, it comes out shakier than intended and you hear his friends pick on him. he tries to shut them down as you go faster and deeper.

you keep working him with everything you have, you seal your lips tight around his cock while your tongue presses flat underneath, dragging along every inch as you bob faster.

then you cup his balls, rolling them gently at first before you start sucking one into your mouth, tongue swirling over the sensitive skin while your other hand strokes what your lips can’t reach. lamine’s thighs flex hard around you, controller buttons clicking faster as he tries to stay focused on the game, but his breathing is ragged.

he leans down just enough to whisper, voice low and strained, “keep doing that baby, it feels so good.”

one of his friends argue over the mic about a missed pass, giving him cover to let out a shaky groan that he quickly turns into a cough.

you switch to the other ball, sucking it slow and wet before letting it pop free so you can take both in your palm again, massaging them while your mouth sinks all the way down his cock until your nose presses into his skin again.

lamine’s hips jerk once, barely controlled, and he whispers again, “más despacio amor, me van a escuchar.” (go slower love, they’re going to hear me.) but still he doesn’t stop you. his free hand stays tangled in your hair, guiding you deeper. you hum around him in response and his cock throbs hard against your tongue.

you pull off just far enough to spit on the head before taking him back in, one hand still massaging his balls while the other strokes in time with your mouth.

lamine’s control cracks again when you suck harder, cheeks hollowing, and drool coming down from your chin to his skin in thick strands.

“shit, i’m close,” he whispers, voice cracking as a goal lights up the screen and his friends cheer loud enough to mask the broken sound he makes.

his balls tighten up in your hand and he pushes your head down one last time, hips stuttering as he starts to cum.

you feel the thick cum pulse straight down your throat, hot and heavy, while he bites his lip and closes his eyes shut trying to stay quiet. you swallow every drop, sucking his cock until he’s empty. then, you lick him clean, tongue dragging over every inch to catch what leaked out. lamine slumps back in the chair, controller forgotten for a second as he whispers, “fuck.”

you giggle, still on your knees and give his cock a couple more kisses. “feel better now?”

he nods, taking deep breaths while his slowing plays down, you can tell by his friends yelling at him through his headset. lamine motioned his hands towards his lap, telling you to sit on it.

“gracias amor.” (thank you, my love.) he said, face in your hair, as he kissed you on the lips passionately.

you wrap your arms around his neck, as he wraps his around your waist to still be able to play while you cuddle him. you end up drifting off to sleep, and wake up in the middle of the night by lamine taking you to bed. he tucks you in quietly and gentle, then spoons you back to sleep while holding you tightly.

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