Jude’s head was between your thighs, his lips kissing the inside of your thighs and the edge of your panties. Your hand was on his head, running through his small afro. Jude moves your panties to the side, your wet cunt is now exposed to the cold air. Making you tense and stiffen.
“I love you so much…” Jude murmurs into your thigh, licking a slow stripe up.
“I love you too.” You push his head forward even more. Jude moans at your neediness.
Jude’s tongue was flat against your wet cunt, he licked up your wetness like he finally found water in a desert. His hand goes up to tease and rub your clit. He groans and moans as he looks up at you, your eyes meeting.
“Keep looking at me like that.” You order. Soft and warm hands rubbing through his tightly coiled hair.
Jude sucks on your clit. You throw your head back, chest heaving and thighs trembling. You push his head closer to your cunt, hands gripping and tightening. He gets more hungry and licks your sopping cunt, his tongue lines up with your hole. Plunging in deep and hard. Jude’s hand leaves your thigh to go down to his bulge. His cock was so noticeable through those tight shorts… Barely hiding the tent in them. Your body spasms as you feel Jude’s tongue against your walls. You couldn’t tell him that you were about to cum because your lips were quivering in pleasure.
“Fuck… B-Babe. ‘M so close.”
Jude took his tongue out, savoring the sweet taste of you on his tongue. A whine fills the air, you’re already missing the feel of his warm tongue inside of you, but your train of thought stopped when he inserted two of his fingers inside of you. Scissoring you with his two long digits, he slowly adds his ring finger, knowing that it was too much for you. His digits curl, hitting your spongy walls.
“Tell me when you’re about to cum… I want to cum with you.” His fingers inside of you quicken, he watches you with those seductive hooded eyes while yours twitched.
“Right now…”
“Right now, right now?”
“Yes—“ You reassure him.
Jude pulls his digits out of you and crawls on top of you to pull his shorts down, the gray boxers doing absolutely nothing to hide that large bulge.
“Fuck!” You moan at the feeling emptiness inside of you. Right when you were about to cum.
His boxers drop immediately, his cock springing out. He winces when the cold air of the bedroom hits him. “Why is it always cold in here…”
Jude strokes himself slowly, a bead of precum on his tip. He smears it around him, he knew you were watching him breathlessly. He could tell you were craving him: hands gripping the bed sheets and legs trembling.
He crawls over you and presses the head of his dick against your entrance. Jude bit his lip, so tempted to shove himself inside of you and ruin your insides but he waits. Watching your expression when he edges you.
“Put it in…”
“Hm?” He says mockingly.
“Please.”
Jude buries himself inside of you in one thrust, his eyes rolling and his mouth slightly hanging open as he feels your tight walls clenching him with need. He rolls his hips painfully slow before speeding up, the bed creaking and the sound of skin against skin made your head feel airy.
“Jude…”
Plap plap plap
You moan and clench around him. After what felt like forever you finally cum around him, your heart is pumping like crazy and your eyelids are twitching. But Jude, he still wasn’t finished… He gave a few more thrusts before stilling, burying himself balls deep as he came.
“I should’ve pulled out doll.” Jude whispers before collapsing on top of you with a pathetic whimper and leaving his cock inside of you.
hii! could you write a fluff where lamine yamal is being interviewed and asked how he met his girlfriend? an idea for the story of how they met is that they saw each other for the first time at an event!!
FIRST TIME MEETING - l. yamal
inwhich! lamine yamal tells the story on live television of how you two first met, four years ago at an event, when you two were just 16 years old.
frannytalks! wait i love this so much, thank you for requesting this bb! (also, someone asked if my requests are open - they are!!) don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
“so, how did you two love birds meet?” the interviewer asked lamine, you were in the back, watching the interview live on a little tv.
“it’s a long story,” lamine laughs nervously, “do you want it full or cut short?”
“give us the whole thing.” the man said, throwing his arms to the side, getting more comfortable.
“okay, so it all started at a football event i had went to,” he pauses, “one of the first in my career.”
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“mama, no quiero ir.” (mom, i don’t want to go.) lamine sighed to his mom, complaining for no reason at all, but it was like any teenager would.
“tienes que irte, y estar listo ahora mismo.” (you need to go, and be ready right now this second.) she said, glaring at him while fixing keyne’s collar.
lamine groaned, making his way upstairs and throwing on a fancy suit. he made his way downstairs, phone in hand, annoyed with his mom.
“take kenye and start the car.” his mom said to him, handing lamine the keys.
he rolled his eyes when she turned around, picking kenye up and taking him to his car seat. lamine got in the passenger seat, waiting for his mom.
he was scrolling on his phone when his friends started texting in the group chat about, you, neymar’s daughter being there. he knew briefly who you were because he watched neymar growing up and saw you on the sidelines, and they also followed eachother on social media.
you two never met or spoke though. he did always think you were cute and attractive, but assumed you were out of his league. he got nervous and rushed back inside to get his more expensive cologne and he fixed his hair up extra good.
his mom kept yelling at him to come down and hurry, he made them at least ten minutes late. when they arrived he looked all over for you, but didn’t see you or your dad.
the lights dimmed and the awards began, they started panning to different footballers and their families in between announcements. and finally, the screen panned towards you and your dad.
you smiled softly and waved, then you both stuck your tongue out as you always did when you were together. lamine thought you were the most beautiful woman ever when he saw you on the screen.
the awards finished, lamine didn’t win any this time. he was a bit bummed out, but he was excited for the after party. more specifically to find you at the after party.
he held kenye to his side as his mom was busy talking to one of her favorite footballers, he grew impatient, “i’m leaving kenye here, i’ll be back.” his mom nodded, paying no mind to kenye, assuming he’d stay close.
you were sitting by the bar with your father, drinking a light champagne drink he allowed you to have. you grew bored of sitting around, not speaking to anyone. you gave your dad a pat on the back signaling that you were leaving.
you roamed off, drink still in hand and you were walking past many people talking about football only. you saw one of your dads good friends and was going to go up to him until you saw a little boy wandering close to the open exit door.
you quickly started to speed walk your way towards him, reaching out for his arm before he fully left the holding onto his arm as he made a tiny yelp sound.
“como te llamas bebe?” (what’s your name, baby?) you asked, tightening your grip so he wouldn’t run off.
“kenye.” he huffed, making angry eyebrows at you.
you picked him up, holding you on your waist, “y tus padres?” (and your parents?)
“lamine y mamá!” (lamine and mama!) he smiled, bouncing slightly.
“lamine?” you repeated, the name sounded familiar, but you couldn’t place your finger on it.
you decided to make your way back to your dad since he would probably recognize the name, you stopped midway there as kenye started giggling, saying “lamine! lamine!”
you turn around and see a familiar face. kenye started bouncing once more, grabbing onto the strap of your dress.
“hola, you’re lamine?” you ask awkwardly, trying not to embarrass yourself.
he nods, “i am, and you are y/n, right?” he asked nicely, and you appreciated him saying your name since everyone else usually called you “neymar’s daughter” or “neymar jr jr.”
you nod back excited, “i am.” you smile, happy he actually recognizes you, “how do you know who i am?”
lamine flashes you a smile, “i’ve spoken to your dad before, and i follow him on social media.”
“oh, that sounds about right,” you laugh softly, “sorry, here’s your son, i only grabbed him because he was about to leave through the exit.” you smile awkwardly, trying not to sound creepy.
he lets out a laugh, “son? this is my younger brother,” his laugh fades as he grabs kenye, “but thank you for looking out for him, my mom was supposed to me watching him.” he rolls his eyes.
“lucky,” you mumble, “you’re lucky you’re not an only child.”
“i liked being an only child,” he smiles, playing with kenye, “and i basically still am, we’re like twelve years apart.”
your eyes widen, “twelve? how old are you?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.
“i’m sixteen, seventeen in four months.” he smiles, giving you an “and you?” look.
you nod, “i just turned sixteen!”
“that’s great, there’s not too many young people at these events.” he complains.
you agree, “i know right, it’s so awkward trying to relate to them, especially since i don’t play.”
“you don’t? why not?” he asks, curious since your father is one of the greats.
you shrug, “my dad never really pushed me to get into it, he said he didn’t want me to experience too much pressure.”
“that makes sense, it’s a lot, and i only just started.” he says, his smile widening as he checks you out, “do you wanna sit outside for a minute, get some fresh air?”
“yeah, that would be nice.” you smile excitedly, following him outside.
-
“and we spent the rest of the night outside, with kenye,” lamine laughs, “talking about everything for hours.”
“i see, and how did you two continue to see eachother?” the interviewer questions.
“i somehow got her number, and it just continued from there, we hung out at each others houses and not in public.” lamine says, fixing his posture.
“makes sense. the media would have gone crazy.” the man jokes, clearing his throat, “and your birthday.” he raises his eyebrows.
lamine blushes, “yeah, that was a lot, i didn’t expect everything to be documented so much,” he laughs softly, “i told people not to record and stuff, but y’know that kinda thing always happens either way.”
he nods, “yep, that’s how it always works, quite unfortunate for you two at least.”
“i wouldn’t change it for the world, i’m honestly glad we didn’t have to hide it any longer, i think getting the weight off my chest sooner was better for me.” lamine reassures, “we were young, but i had so much pressure on me already since i was the youngest star at the time.”
“well, i think it’s beautiful how you two met, and it’s been how long now?” the interviewer questions, putting his hand on his chin.
“four years now, almost five,” lamine smiles, “and we have our little boy on the way.”
you smile to yourself from backstage, holding your stomach.
Synopsis: When you, the daughter of Neymar and Lamine Yamal finally find yourselves in a relationship, you two thought carefully about the media. But what about now? When you finally want the public to know about your relationship?
Pairing: Lamine Yamal X Neymar’s Daughter!reader
word count: 800+ • Little to no use of y/n
masterlist✿ -> more parts
Being on the older side in contrast to all your siblings, it only made sense that Neymar took you to award shows whenever he needed a plus one and Bruna couldn’t make it. That made your debut something special; the daughter of Neymar finally made appearances. What was she going to do or be? Yet another football player?
You hadn’t decided but that was the least of your worries. All that mattered was that you knew your father would support you no matter what route you decided to take.
Finally, those award shows paid off as you caught the eye of the young prodigy Lamine Yamal. You kept up with the football world just as much as anyone else considering your father's status, so of course you knew who he was.
Did you give in so easily? Not at all. Upon meeting at the event, he mentioned to your dad that he was his idol. That made the gears in your head start to turn. What if he’s using you just to spend time with his idol?
You were overthinking it. He hadn’t even made a move on you, and you were acting as if he just asked for your hand in marriage. He only asked for your hand to shake.
After brushing the simple interaction off as you being in your head, you two just could not stop making eye contact with one another from across the room. It wasn’t intentional either as you would look at him, and he’d be staring at you already and vice versa.
At the time, you simply didn’t want to know what your dad would even think if you started talking to Lamine.
That unsettling feeling that settled at the pit of your stomach seemed to disappear as soon as he properly came up to introduce himself to just you when you finally strayed away from your dad.
It’s safe to assume you gave up your instagram to him quicker than your dad could bring your attention towards him.
That was a year ago. Now? Your father knows about him and has reluctantly accepted him into the family and the same goes for Bruna who was a fan of it since the idea even came about.
You guys were teens ready to become adults, and there is only so much you could do without pesky paparazzi breathing down the star Barcelona player’s neck. And you who keeps getting more known as the days proceeded.
First time, you guys got caught at a cafe with each other. That made the public roar. Nobody even knew you guys were friends let alone, even spoke and shared the same space as one another. Next, a fan accidentally recorded the two of you in the background of their TikTok. Not your brightest moments...
The talk of becoming public was something that kept coming up in your conversations and naturally; he simply didn’t want to. The reason? He couldn’t even tell you.
Until one day he finally said, “If they ask me anything about you, ill confirm it.” He said it firm, reassuring and made that feeling you’d been subconsciously holding inside let up.
That brings us to today. You’d been watching a friendly he had just played which you unfortunately couldn’t make it to because you couldn’t just fly from Brazil to literally anywhere on a whim. Your dad wouldn’t let you go for a boy all that easily. An interviewer asked him “Bueno, todo el mundo ha estado esperando y quiere saberlo. ¿De verdad estás saliendo con (Y/N) Santos?”
(Well, everyone has been waiting and wants to know. Are you really dating (Y/N) Santos?)
He pauses. Nobody has asked for quite some time. He looks at the camera and chuckles almost nervously as he rubs the nape of his neck for just a moment. He knows what he should say, but he still answers how he wants to. “No, solo somos muy buenas amigas”
(No, we're just very good friends.)
It was almost as if he knew how you would react to his very carefully curated words and yet, he still said them because he was too scared of his thousands of fangirls to disappear as soon as he mentioned you.
Like tradition, he would always call you once he safely gets into the blacked-out SUV that takes him back to the hotel, and you two speak from there.
He did call you like everything was normal, but you didn’t pick up. He didn’t want to claim you? There’s no need to claim him. This was the first real big argument that you two have had but there's a first for everything, right? Even for friends.
hiding that you like rpf from ur irls is so annoying sometimes. like how do i explain that the reason why i like neymar jr so much is because i like reading fanfiction about him getting his brains railed out by lionel messi
WARNINGS: this post contains the topic of war and wep0ns, if that’s not for you please scroll.
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