lamine yamal x fem!reader smut
warnings: unprotected sex (please use protection IRL!), fingering, creampie, dirty talk, chocking, and a lot of weed/joints. and... idk guys, just read on.
N/A: vasically plotless porn. they can be fwb if you want, or just casual hookups (though nothing about this is very "casual," btw).
synopsis: you and lamine appreciate the best things that life can give: a good weed and good sex
english isn't my first language, so please be kind <3 (fc from pinterest)
Lamine watched you blow out the smoke as your head fell back and you moaned in pleasure. The haze from the joint created a warm, hazy fog between you two. His heavy-lidded, tired eyes never left you, naked, straddling him, moving at your own rhythm, letting out needy, breathy whines like a good slut.
"Lamine..." you whimpered, stretching the joint out to him and looping your arms around his shoulders, picking up the pace as he took a drag. You moved fast, your mouth falling open in a silent moan, eyes almost shut from the pleasure and the weed. He leaned in, his lips almost brushing yours, one hand gripping your hip hard and forcing you to sink even deeper onto him. Then, Lamine blew the smoke right into your mouth. You caught it, inhaled, and immediately kissed him.
Your tongues tangled together with a lazy, familiar hunger. You both knew you had all the time in the world, and riding out the high while he was buried inside you was definitely one of your favorite parts of the week.
Lamine laid back, letting out another cloud of smoke. His hand gripped you tighter, silently begging you not to get off— not that you were planning to — Taking advantage of his position, you grabbed the blunt from his hand, placing your other hand on his face and pressing him down into the mattress. You rode him hard but slow, feeling his cock pulse inside your walls as they clenched tighter around him. Even stoned, you loved seeing him completely at your mercy.
"Fuck, baby..." Yamal groaned, and you pulled your palm away from his face just to laugh at his pleasure-drunk expression. "You were made for me," he declared, and you, grinding even slower now, leaned over to take the joint from his hand, taking a long, deep drag without breaking eye contact.
Lamine with his hair all messed up from your hands and his eyes half-lidded from the weed was your favorite sight. You wanted his cock inside you forever. —maybe that was just the hazy weed thoughts talking. —
Feeling yourself squirm just thinking about it while staring at his plush lips, you placed the blunt between his lips and braced your hands on his shoulders, starting to bounce up and down rapidly.
"Fuck..." you moaned, all breathy and needy. He brought one hand up to pinch your nipple, while the other slid down to circle your clit. The blunt stayed between his lips, smoke drifting out and almost making him cough, but he didn't care, too focused on your face contorted in pleasure.
You could barely feel your body, floating on cloud nine. Sex with Lamine was always good, but when you were high, it felt even more intimate, just the two of you, vulnerable and alone. Your orgasm hit exactly as one of his hands closed around your throat while the other rubbed fast circles on your clit. You moaned loud, your legs completely giving out and trembling. Lamine groaned at the feeling of you squeezing him, writhing. He came right after you, spilling deep inside. You kept moving on top of him for a bit, whining at the feeling of his fingers still on your throbbing clit and his hand still gripping your throat. Lamine knew that was your biggest kink, getting choked while you came.
"Amor..." you whimpered, practically collapsing on top of him, his half-hard cock still inside you and your clit being tortured. "I can't. It's too much..." you whined, burying your face in his neck.
"I know you can, cariño" he murmured, and you moaned at his voice right by your ear. "Give me one more."
He didn't even need to ask, you were already there, oversensitive from the overstimulation. Your eyes couldn't stay open anymore. Still, you took the joint from his mouth and lifted your head for one last pull of the night. Inhaling the smoke, you held some in your mouth to pass to him, then did just that, moaning against his lips as you came undone again.
After a few minutes of both of you panting and staring intensely at each other, he reached over to stub out the roach in the ashtray, making sure it was out. Then Lamine pulled you off him just to flip your positions.
"Look at you..." he murmured, burying his face in your neck and leaving a bite mark there, then trailing his mouth down to your breasts. "All high and full of me. You wouldn't let anyone else have you like this, would you?"
You couldn't. You and Lamine weren't exclusive, there was no relationship. But moments like this? Totally and completely just for the two of you.
"No..." you whimpered, pulling his curly hair as his tongue teased one of your nipples.
"No?" He lifted his eyes, smirking mischievously against your chest, his kisses trailing down your torso and stopping right before reaching your pussy. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
"Fuck..." you moaned, wrapping your legs around him and squeezing tight. "No, I wouldn't, I swear," you whimpered, as his mouth finally started heading toward where you wanted it most.
"You gonna let me eat you out?" he asked, teasing but with a hint of concern underneath, checking if he was going too far.
"Yes..." you arched, feeling his fingers playing at your entrance.
"Shit," he breathed, not taking his eyes off your entrance. "My cum's leaking out, baby. You're dripping." Then, without warning, he dragged his fingers along your inner thigh before pushing them inside you. The wet sound of his cum, your juices, and his fingers was completely obscene. "I have to keep you full, don't I? You need to remember who you truly belong to."
"I..." you whimpered, squeezing your legs around his shoulders, forcing your eyes open just to see him completely fascinated by the sight of his fingers pushing his release back inside you. "I don't forget, I swear."
"Yeah?" He smirked, stopping his movements and pulling his fingers out with a wet pop. You didn't know whether to feel relieved the torture was over or whine at the loss of his fingers and his dirty words against your pussy. "Do you think about me when you're with other guys?" he teased, sticking out his tongue and licking a broad stripe up your slit. You moaned loud, feeling like you couldn't take another second.
"Yes. Yes, fuck, yes." Writhing completely, you came undone again as he wrapped his lips around your clit. Smiling, the boy licked you clean before pulling back. You could see how hard he still was just from touching you when he lay down on top of you, pulling you into his chest.
"You were so good," he whispered, caressing your thighs. "So good for me." He hooked his fingers under your chin, lifting your head to look into his eyes.
You were completely wrecked, hair tousled, lips swollen and slightly parted, eyes heavy-lidded, your whole body marked and limp. Wrecked by him. He smiled at that.
"Are you going to give me a bath?" you asked in a whisper, even though you already knew the answer. Lamine always bathed you after sex.
"Of course, corazón," he purred, burying his nose in your neck. You felt him get even harder when he sniffed, inhaling your perfume mixed with sweat and the smell of sex. "I'll order us some food before the munchies kill us, and then we'll head to the shower, okay?"
"Okay," you smiled, struggling to keep your eyes open. "You're still hard," you commented in a whisper, looking up at him from under your lashes.
"I'm always hard around you," he replied so naturally that your mouth dropped open in shock before you burst out laughing and lightly slapped his chest.
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