synopsis: after spain's victory in the world cup, you see a post that gives you an idea for a reward for lamine.
warnings: MDNI smut & smut, couple, consensual sex, unprotected sex, swallowing cum, oral m!receiving, blowjob, its kinda short sorry & just this!!!
mdynotes: SORRY ITS LATE. finally, i am so grateful for spain's victory. they deserved it so so SOOO much. i wrote this in a hurry, i really apologize! but lately i've been taking a long time to write and come up with new ideas...
the final whistle blew for the last time, in extra time.
spain won the world cup, your heart cried and screamed with excitement inside your chest.
you were with your in-laws and your younger brother-in-law keyne, who was shouting his brother's name alongside his parents and you, of course.
"they won... they won!" you say, first in a whisper and then finally shouting as tears stream down your face.
your in-laws hug you, and you hug them back as tightly as you can, just like they do.
the sound of the stadium was deafening, but it was the best thing you could have ever heard.
"keyne, let's go see lamine!" you say to the little boy, who was cheering excitedly at the top of his lungs.
sheila, holding the little boy with a wide smile on her face, walks down the stairs with him in her arms, just ahead of her husband.
you make your way past security, who let you onto the pitch without any trouble.
you search for lamine everywhere, feeling your legs tremble with anticipation and your heart beg to leap out of your chest.
before you even realize it, he comes running toward you as if there were no tomorrow.
"mi hijo... (my son...)" lamine's mother says as she hugs him tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"ganamos, mamá. (we won, mom.)" he says, his throat tightening as he tries not to cry from happiness.
keyne was clinging to his brother's legs, waiting impatiently.
"keyne..." he says just before picking him up.
"¡ganaste, hermano, españa ganó! (you won, brother, spain won!)" he shouts while bouncing in his older brother's arms, the whole scene warming your heart.
"tranquilo, campeón. (easy there, champ.)" he says with a laugh at his brother's reaction (which honestly wasn't much different from his own.)
and finally, lamine turns his attention to you, and only you.
"mi amor (my love)." he says as he walks toward you with a wide smile on his face.
"lamine..." you walk over to him and hug him tightly, almost as if you were afraid he would disappear.
you cup his face, kissing every part of it—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips.
"you were incredible, love," you say, still holding his face.
"thank you, baby." he says, feeling his eyes begin to well up. "i still can't believe we actually won..."
"well, believe it. you were incredible! all of you." you say, taking one of his hands in yours.
he smiles and kisses your lips again.
after the match, you and lamine decided to go home, get some rest, and then head to the celebration party.
lamine was finishing his shower while you scrolled through your phone, reading everything people were saying about spain becoming two-time world champions.
until a certain post appeared on your timeline.
"every spain player deserves an AMAZING reward after such a huge victory."
it was a simple post, but it got you thinking. you agreed, they all deserved one, but what?
you think of several things. a spa night? maybe going to a restaurant? or...
just thinking about it makes your body warm up. it hadn't been that long since you and lamine had last had sex, but maybe it would be the perfect thing to do after the victory.
"hey, mi amor (my love)?" his voice brings you back to reality.
"oh, hi," you say, finally giving him your attention—and noticing that he isn't wearing a shirt.
"what are you looking at?" he asks while adjusting the shorts he was wearing.
"just the news about spain." you say, setting your phone aside.
"mmhm..." he murmurs, walking over to you before lying down beside you.
"i'm so happy," you say, turning toward him and wrapping your arms around his chest.
"me too, i still think it's a dream," he replies, wrapping an arm around your waist.
you place your hand on his face and press your lips against his in a slow, warm kiss.
"hey..." you call softly as the kiss comes to an end.
"what is it?" he asks gently.
"i want to give you a reward... for the victory." you sit down beside him.
"really? now i'm curious," he says with a mischievous smile.
you slowly sit on his lap, almost torturously slow.
instantly, his hands move to your waist.
you slowly begin to roll your hips over his already half-hard cock, letting out a low moan.
"ah, babe." he moans, guiding your hips back and forth while you kiss his neck before trailing your touches down to his chest and abdomen.
you stop at the waistband of his shorts just to look at lamine, whose pupils were blown wide with desire and need.
you pull down the waistband of lamine's shorts along with his boxer briefs, letting his cock spring free, already fully hard.
you press a quick kiss to the tip before starting to lick it, coating the shaft with your warm tongue.
"¡maldita sea, tu lengua es tan buena... (damn, your tongue feels so good...)" he says as he feels you take every inch of him into your mouth.
lamine places his hands on your head, gently guiding you at a slow, careful pace.
you feel his cock hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly.
"take it easy, princesa (princess)." he warns, helping you lift your head.
you take a deep breath before getting back to it.
licking the tip before taking him all the way to the base, moving your hands slowly back and forth.
you taste the salty precum on the tip, realizing lamine was getting close to his climax.
his thighs begin to tremble slightly as his orgasm draws nearer and nearer, making him grip your hair—but not hard enough to hurt you.
"fuck..." he moans, feeling himself right on the edge.
one last time, he gently guides your head all the way down before climaxing in your mouth.
you swallow everything with slight difficulty, since it was thick, warm, and salty.
"you were amazing, mi amor (my love)." he says, gently caressing your cheek.
you feel your cheeks flush red; you loved it whenever yamal praised you.
he helps you back up by your hands and has you sit on his lap.
you kiss his entire face again, making him let out a soft laugh.
"are you feeling clingy?" he asks with a chuckle.
"no, i'm just enjoying my time with my boyfriend—and the winner of the freaking world cup!" you say, wrapping your arms around him.
"one of my greatest victories, right alongside finding you, mi amor (my love)." he says, hugging you back while gently rubbing circles on your back.
mdynotes: is the end of the world cup so strange? i already miss having games almost every day 🥹🥹😢😢 anyways i hope u guys liked this one!!!
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