lamine Yamal seeing not regular edits of reader but FREAKY edits of reader pop up on his fyp
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!
lamine had always been one to support you and your fans. whenever he’d see anything of you pop up on his fyp or feed that was positive he’d send you it immediately.
today, you were making dinner for lamine after a friendly he had earlier. you were making steak with seasoned veggies on the side, he had tiktok blaring off in the background. although, you didn’t mind because occasionally a funny video or a sound you liked would come on.
you were cutting some carrots into small pieces when you kept hearing the sound “i’m good, i kick it back and i’m good.” play over and over again.
you recognized the sound, knowing it was usually used for thirst traps and provocative videos. you bit your bottom lip, furrowing your eyebrows, not knowing if you should turn around and ask what he’s watching or if you were making a big deal out of nothing.
“lamine, what are you watching baby?” you asked, still turned around and cutting the carrots.
he immediately paused the video, “uh, nothing amor.”
“hm.” you said, not believing him, “show me then.”
“amor.” he sighed, slightly laughing to himself.
“lamine.” you said, turning around, pouting.
“no es nada importante, te lo prometo.” (it’s not anything important, i promise you) he says, sitting up and turning his phone off.
you set the knife down and walk over to him, he grabs both your arms with his hands, “y/n, come on.”
“just show me.” you say, fighting back, but it wasn’t working at all.
“it wasn’t anything!” he says, nervously smiling and you noticed his face getting red.
“lamine, don’t lie.” you say, pushing your body weight onto him, causing him to fall back and let go on your arms, you took the opportunity to snatch his phone.
you got up, running to the island to unlock his phone.
“y/n, porfa.” (y/n, please.) lamine pleaded, chasing you around.
you unlocked it, expecting to see a thirst edit of some other girl, only to see it’s of you and some of your concert clips. you felt your face heat up.
you look up to lamine who’s now sitting on a stool, the opposite side of the island with his head in his hands. “lamine,” you say trying to to smile, but you fail.
“stop laughing, y/n.” lamine sighed once more, sinking deeper into his hands.
“did you like the show?” you grin, walking closer to him, “maybe i can put one on for you right now?”
he instantly snapped his head up, nodding his head up and down. you let out a few giggles, rubbing his arms. “i didn’t know you liked my outfits this much.”
“you look beautiful baby, always.” he says, giving you a kiss on the lips.
“follow me.” you wink, letting go of his arm and walking to your shared bedroom.
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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!
and if you have requests about any cjaracter just message me!
lamine is NOT a good cook and he knows it. but it he gets to see your smile and hear your laughter at the cost of it, he will gladly pay it. (if that makes sense 😔)
taglist (tw) : established relationship, cooking, burnt food, lamine x reader
the apartment was unusually quiet for a saturday morning.
you shuffled into the kitchen in one of lamine’s oversized hoodies, the sleeves hanging far past your hands as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
“morning,” you mumbled.
lamine looked up from where he was attempting, and failing, to make pancakes. flour dusted the front of his black t-shirt, and there was somehow batter on his cheek.
you blinked. “what happened to you?”
“i had everything under control,” he said confidently.
you looked at the smoking pan. “…did you?”
“i did.”
the pancake chose that exact moment to burn. you laughed, the sound filling the apartment as he groaned dramatically, switching the stove off.
“you’re laughing at my pain.”
“i’m laughing because you insisted you were a professional chef.”
“i am tho.”
“you almost set off the smoke alarm.”
“minor setback.”
you couldn’t stop smiling as you walked over, reaching up to wipe the batter from his cheek with your thumb. “there.”
his grin softened.
“you know,” he said quietly, “you always do that.”
“do what?”
“take care of me without even thinking about it.”
your heart fluttered. “i could say the same about you.”
before he could answer, you gently bumped his shoulder. “move.”
“what?”
“you’ve officially lost cooking privileges.”
he gasped in mock offence.“you can’t fire me.”
“i absolutely can.”
“you’ll regret this when i become the greatest chef in europe.”
“i’m willing to take that risk.”
he stepped aside dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “i’ve been replaced.” a pout appearing on his face.
you ignored him, grabbing another bowl and quickly mixing a fresh batch of batter while he leaned against the counter, watching you.
after a minute he spoke again. “can i tell you something?”
“mhm?”
“i like mornings like this.”
you glanced over.
“no cameras and flashes.” he smiled. “just us.”
you reached for his hand without saying anything and he intertwined your fingers with his instantly.
for a few moments neither of you spoke.
the only sounds were the gentle sizzle of pancakes cooking and quiet music playing from someone’s phone across the room. these were always the moments that meant the most.
when the first pancake was finally ready, you slid it onto a plate.
“there,” you said proudly.
“see? that’s what a pancake is supposed to look like.”
lamine narrowed his eyes. “i could’ve made that.”
“oh really?”
“absolutely.”
you held up the burnt pancake he’d made earlier. “so… whats this?”
he looked at it for a long second before shrugging. “modern art.”
you burst into laughter all over again.
watching you smile made him smile too, and he quietly decided that if burning pancakes was what it took to hear that laugh every weekend, maybe it wasn’t such a bad trade after all.
hii love yr writing smm n i was wonderibg if you could write something ab lamine from that ad where hes wearing a cowboy hat n hes girlfriend thinks its the hottest/cutest thing ever it could be smut or fluff! take care of yourself!😽
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."
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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!!
it was your boyfriend's birthday today, and you were going out with him to celebrate the occasion.
"happy 19th, lamine!" you said, hugging him once you saw him.
"gracias, mi amor." he said, kissing you on the forehead lightly before escorting you inside of the restaurant. inside, the lights were dimmed down low and a waiter brought you two to your table, one next to the window.
it was a nice, candle-lit restaurant nestled in one of the city's quieter roads. the table was adorned with a lace tablecloth and a bread basket in the middle, accompanied by a tiny table light next to it. lamine, being the gentleman that he was, pulled out your chair for you. you sat across from him, opening the menu.
you'd picked this place after seeing it on the internet, deciding it would be the perfect place to celebrate lamine's birthday at.
you and lamine both read over the menu before deciding on a bottle of wine to start the evening off.
you clinked your glass with his, raising it in a simple toast.
“happy birthday, future husband.” you joked, taking a sip from your glass. lamine smiled, a huge grin you almost never got to see in public.
your fingers were laced with his on the table, talking softly as you waited for the food. the night went on, a comfortable and calm feeling settling over your table. your soft laughter overlapped with the sound of a piano playing in the background. lamine admired you while you kept on talking about something you found funny the other day, not noticing that he was only half listening to you.
when the food did arrive, it was nothing short of your expectations. you had ordered a creamy pasta dish along with a medium rare steak, knowing the restaurant’s amazing reputation for it.
it was delicious, to say the least. the pasta was perfectly cooked and well seasoned, while the steak was the perfect blend of flavors. you were definitely going to leave a great review at the end of the day.
you held onto lamine’s arm as you two exited the restaurant, heading back to his place to end the night. the suggestive smirk he gave you as he opened the door made it clear that you weren’t going to bed anytime soon.
the second the door closed behind you, lamine pushed you against it, pulling you into a rough kiss. his lips were soft, and he tasted like the wine you'd consumed earlier. when his tongue made its way into your mouth, you gasped, hands flying to his messy curls.
he tapped your thigh gently, signaling you to jump. you did so, and his steady arms wrapped around your legs, already moving towards the bedroom. he let you down gently, his body covering yours as he laid you down on the bed.
his hand slipped under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra. your back arched involuntarily, and he smiled as his lips attached at your neck, kissing your jawline. his hands were wandering along your body, making you shiver as his fingertips grazed the place where you needed him most.
your hands went to his shirt, taking a fistful of it and tugging up gently, a telltale sign you wanted it off. lamine pulled away for a moment to take it off before his lips were at your neck again. your mouth opened, forming an "o" shape as he nipped lightly at your pulse point.
his hands were gentle as he pulled lightly at the top of your shirt. he looked at you, waiting for your nod before he took it off. he took off his own pants, and then your bra joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. his mouth attached onto your breast and you forgot how to think.
his tongue circled your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. one of his hands left your hip to massage the other breast, fingers working at it until you were left gasping for more.
he then moved to your pants, unbuttoning them. he pulled them down slowly, too slowly, and you huffed before pulling them off yourself, earning a chuckle from him. you slid off your underwear too, leaving yourself fully bare before him.
for a second, he just looked at you. you swallowed anxiously as his eyes raked over every part of you, eventually landing on your face. he held eye contact with you for a second before moving himself down on the bed. his hands gently pushed your thighs apart, placing light kisses on the inside of your thighs.
then, his tongue slid up your center and you arched off the bed, hips jerking up. his hands held your thighs open as he did it again. then, his tongue found your clit, and you moaned out in pleasure, hands flying out to tug at his hair.
he then added one finger inside of you, pushing inside your folds before curling it. you swear you saw stars for a moment. he added a second one, and his mouth continued the rhythm back from before. you were lost in ecstasy, eyes rolling back into your head, repeating "oh, shit" "oh my gosh, lamine" over and over again.
you were close. you knew it, and lamine knew it too. instead of slowing down though, he only sped up his movements. you were left panting on the sheets with lamine making no effort to stop.
your thighs shook as you finally came, waves of pleasure hitting you as you moaned loudly. still, he didn't let up, mouth still on you as he worked you through it.
when you looked back up at him, he smiled like he had just won the lottery. you pulled him up and kissed him, your mouths moving together as his tongue slid against yours. you knew what he wanted next, and so you rolled him under you as you straddled him, pulling his boxers down and freeing his painfully hard cock.
his hands held your hips as you lifted yourself over him, positioning yourself. you took a deep breath before sinking down on him, letting out a gasp as you do so.
you would never get used to his size. no matter how many times you and lamine had done this before, the slight burn that came with the stretch would always accompany it. you sucked a breath in through your teeth as you sank down on him further. he groaned, a low sound which reverberated through the bedroom.
"fuck.. too big, lamine." you moaned.
he smirked, watching you try and take all of him. he clearly found it amusing, how you were struggling because he was that big.
"you can take it, amor." he breathed out, his own voice turning shaky. with a newfound sense of confidence, you tried again, this time taking all of him. you took a moment to feel the slight burn before trying to move again.
you rose up before sinking back down on him again, the friction sending sparks through you. you were left breathless as you threw your head back to moan. you got ready to set the pace, rising up again.
you set a rapid pace, riding him with a higher intensity now that you had adjusted to his size. the lewd noises of your bodies meeting filled the room, and lamine's hips moved up slightly, reaching that angle which made your eyes roll back. his eyes went down to watch your breasts, watching them bounce as you rode him.
his hands began to guide you as you began to tire out. he helped you with the work, holding your hips as his hips thrusted forward. he kissed you then, his hands going to your hair and pulling on it.
"fuck, lamine, I'm coming." you said after breaking the kiss, head tilting back as you reached your climax.
lamine watched as you fell apart, chasing his own release. he thrusted into you again and again, until he stilled completely at the feeling of you clenching around him. he opened his mouth to release a loud moan as he reached his own peak.
neither of you moved after. you were breathing heavily, closing your eyes as the waves of pleasure disappeared, one by one. lamine was just as breathless as you were.
slowly, you pulled yourself off of him, collapsing against the sheets next to him. you turned yourself onto your side to face him, and he was already facing you. you both laid there for a while, until your breathing returned back to normal.
later that night, after lamine had taken proper care of you, the normal post sex routine, you were curled up against his chest in bed. you were cuddling with him, about to fall asleep. but before you did, you turned around to face him.
"happy birthday, lamine." you said again, and he pulled you into a soft kiss. no tongue this time, just a gentle one which left you with butterflies in your stomach.
"get some rest, amor." he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. you fell asleep against him not that much later, and lamine whispered a soft "te amo" under his breath before doing so too.
