Football oneshots

Lamine Yamal - not dirty

Ella83641 hope it's ok

You both go to class together, because yes, he's still 16 years old and has to attend classes despite being a professional player for Barca's first team.
Lately, Lamine has been missing a lot of classes due to training and matches, with which he always ends up exhausted and needs to get ahead and catch up on everything. So the teacher chose you, his best friend, to help him catch up. Now you're both at his house, explaining to him math homework.
"I don't understand a shit."
You laugh a bit.
Lamine seems frustrated, throwing his head back tiredly. He looks at you, feeling somewhat embarrassed about his lack of understanding.
"It's really that complicated?"
He grumbles, clearly struggling with the math problem.
"I mean, for me, no, but you know I'm really good at math, so don't be so hard on yourself." You say. He groans, resting his forehead on the table they're working on.
"Ugh, it's so frustrating sometimes. I can do all these crazy things on the pitch, but a simple math problem has me completely stumped."
"He, no one can do everything perfectly.
It's ok to struggle." You say and put your hand on his back.
He lets out a deep sigh, still keeping his forehead against the table. With your warm hand on his back, he feels a comforting sensation.
"I guess you're right. I need to be more patient with myself."
He let out a sigh, leaning his head against his hand. Despite his frustration, the touch of your hand on his back brought a small sense of comfort. He looked back at the math problem, still as confusing as ever.
"And that's the spirit." You say smiling. He managed a small smile in response, despite still feeling overwhelmed by the math problem. Your encouraging words did help a bit, though.
"Yeah... I guess. Still tough, though." He murmured, looking down at the problem again, as if hoping it would make sense this time.
"Come here." You say and open your arms for a hug.
Without hesitation, Lamine leaned in and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He let out a deep sigh as he embraced you tightly, finding comfort in the hug. Despite being tired and frustrated, a small hint of gratitude could be sensed in his gesture.
As he embraced you, his exhaustion became even more evident. He held onto you tightly, leaning his head on your shoulder. His body felt weary, the exhaustion from the training and matches taking a toll. For a moment, all the stress, frustrations, and exhaustion seemed to fade for him. "You always know how to comfort me," he murmured, his voice slightly muffled against your shoulder.
His head still rested against your shoulder, not wanting to let go. In that moment, the world seemed to pause, and it was just the two of you in the room. Lamine's exhaustion was tangible, but the hug made him feel safe and cared for.
"Thanks..." He whispered, holding onto you a moment longer before reluctantly pulling away. He looked up at you, his expression tired yet grateful.
You look each other in the eyes.
Lamine's gaze met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. In the pause between breaths, his brown eyes searched yours, as if seeking something.
After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, he looked away, his cheeks tinted with a faint blush.
"Sorry..." He mumbled, realising he had been staring for a bit too long. You grab his chin and make him look at you before you kiss him.
His eyes widened in surprise as you gently grabbed his chin and turned his face towards you. But before he could say anything, your lips met his. At first, it was a soft and fleeting kiss, but then Lamine let himself go, closing his eyes and melting into the moment. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you a bit closer, feeling the warmth of your body against his.
After the kiss, Lamine was left slightly breathless, and his heart rate noticeably increased. He looked into your eyes, a mix of surprise and something else you couldn't quite decipher.
"I... didn't expect that."
He said softly, his cheeks flushed, his hands still on your hips, feeling your closeness.
He stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. The kiss was still lingering in his mind—the feeling of your lips on his, the warmth of the kiss. "Can... Can I ask you something? It's going to sound stupid, but it's the truth."
He spoke, still holding onto your waist.
"Sure," you say, and put your head on his shoulder with your arms now around his torso.
He stayed silent for a moment, seemingly gathering his thoughts. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, feeling the warmth and comfort of your embrace.
"Why... Why did you kiss me?" "I had feelings for you for a while now, but I wasn't sure how to tell you, and in the moment it felt right. That's why I kissed you." You confess your feelings's
His eyes widened in surprise by your confession. He hadn't expected that you had felt that way for a while, and he wondered why you had waited so long to say something. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He asked, his voice low, as if afraid that the words might break the delicate moment.
"I was scared that you don't feel the same and that it would ruin our friendship. That's why I chose to wait. I would rather have feelings for you and don't tell you rather than tell you and then don't have you in my life anymore because you don't feel the same."
He listened to your reasoning, his heart beating faster as he took in your words. It made sense to him why you had hidden your feelings until now.
"I... I understand." He said, nodding, his hands still wrapped around you.
A silence lingered in the air for a moment, with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
Then he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.
"For how long?"
"For how long what?" You ask confusedly, "How long have you had those feelings for me?" He clarified, his eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your answer.
"For about 1 year now." You say
Lamine's eyebrows raised in surprise, but not in a negative way. More like in realization. His eyes searched yours for any hint of hesitation, but only sincerity was visible.
"A year..." He repeated softly, the words leaving his mouth as if he were tasting them.
For a moment, he was silent, as if processing the revelation. Then he spoke again, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and wonder.
"How... How did I not notice?"
"I'm good at hiding things." You say
Lamine laughed, but it was a soft, almost affectionate sound. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before resting his head against yours. "Yeah, maybe too good."
He said, still somewhat in disbelief about having been so oblivious. It felt surreal to know that you had silently carried those feelings for so long, right under his nose.
He remained there for a few moments, simply enjoying the proximity—the closeness in which they were. It was a fragile, precious moment, with so much emotion swirling inside him. He felt a mixture of guilt for not noticing earlier and surprise and happiness about your confession.
"Do you think... that we might have missed out on something?" He asked, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.
"I don't know. On one side you could focus on football and school, but on the other side we could have spent more time together than we already do." You tell him. He nodded, your words resonating with him. It was true that being single had allowed him to focus on his training, studies, and football, but it also meant missing out on the possibility of sharing special moments with someone.
"Yeah, I get that. Football has always been a big part of my life, and... I won't lie, it does take up a lot of my time and energy. But..."
He hesitated for a second; the question he was about to ask was somewhat risky.
He paused again, looking into your eyes to gauge your reaction.
"We managed to have time for each other," he says.
He let the words hang in the air for a moment. It was true; you had managed to spend time together despite his hectic schedule as friends. Could you continue to do that as something more? It was a question with many unknowns.
"Do you think we can keep doing that?
Even if we're...". He trailed off, the word "together" hanging unspoken between them.
"I'm sure we can make it. I know you have many responsibilities and a hectic schedule with school, football, travelling, and meetings, but I will always support you. At home watching your game or in the stadium."
A genuine smile formed on his face as he heard your words. The support he knew you had for him still warmed his heart, but now it felt more meaningful. With your encouragement, he felt stronger, more resilient.
"I knew you would say something like that," he said with a soft laugh. "But it's also scary, you know? Putting a relationship on top of everything else—the pressure, the expectations. I don't want to let you down.".
"I'll tell you something. Always prioritise football and yourself. You have a safe job with football. You get to travel and do your hobby as your job. We've always found a way to meet up, and we still do." You tell him while looking him in the eyes.
His eyes locked with yours, seeing the sincerity and understanding in your gaze.
Your words reassured him, reminding him of the stability and opportunities that football provided. They had always managed to find each other in the midst of his busy life, and that connection was something he never wanted to lose. "Yeah, you're right. Football is... my passion, and it's also my future," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. There was a brief pause as Lamine tried to gather his thoughts, still holding you close.
Then, his eyes met yours again.
"But... what about us? What about you? Can you..." He hesitated, his voice dropping to almost a whisper, as if he were afraid of the answer he might receive.
"Can you really handle being with someone like me? With everything that comes with it? The matches, the press, the criticism? Everything?"
"It will be hard, but we will manage it together." You say
There was a profound honesty in your words that put Lamine at ease. He looked into your eyes, seeing the determination in your gaze.
"Together, eh?" He said it with a soft smile.
Slowly, he reached and took your hand in his own, intertwining their fingers.
"Then let's give it a shot. And the moment it gets too tough, we'll talk, okay?" "I promise." You say smiling.
The smile that formed on his face mirrored your own. There was a mix of excitement and a hint of nervousness in his expression.
"Alright, then it's settled." He gently squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your skin in a comforting gesture. Despite his excitement, he couldn't shake off the sense of caution.
"One thing, though," he said with a sly smile.
He leaned in a little closer, his tone playful.
"If I'm going to be your boyfriend, which I think I am now, there's one thing I want to know first."
"And what is that?" You ask
His smile widened as he spoke, a subtle hint of tease in his voice.
"Do I get to kiss you whenever I want now?" He drew closer, his face just a few inches away from yours. The moment felt charged with both anticipation and tenderness.
"You do," you say, smiling.
His eyes gleamed with excitement and a hint of mischief as you agreed. Lamine leaned in even closer, gently cupping your face with his hands. The proximity felt electric, like they were in their own little world.
"Good."
He murmured, his voice low and deep, before closing the remaining distance between them and capturing your lips with a tender kiss.
After you break the kiss, you lay your head on his shoulder again.
"Finally." You hear someone say, and when you look at the door, you guys see
Lamine's parents. Lamine's eyes widened in surprise as he heard the sound of his parents' voices. He quickly pulled away a bit, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and guilt. He hadn't expected his parents to show up so suddenly.
"Mom- Dad. How long have you been standing there?" He stuttered, looking at his parents with a flushed face, still holding onto you.
His father chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Long enough, my boy. Long enough." Lamine's mother joined in the laughter, a knowing smile on her face. She walked over, her hands on her hips, and looked at her son and you, a satisfied expression on her face.
Lamine's grip on you tightened a bit as he waited for some sort of reaction from his parents. He couldn't deny the
embarrassment of getting caught in a kiss, but there was also anticipation and a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Mom, Dad, I-I..." His mother just shook her head, still smiling, and placed a hand on his arm.
"You can relax, Lamine. We've seen this coming from a mile away."
A surprised look replaced Lamine's nervous expression as he realised his parents had been aware of his feelings for you this whole time.
"Wait, you... you knew?" He asked, his voice tinged with both relief and slight bewilderment.
His father replied with a grin, stepping forward.
"Son, we've seen how you look at her when she's not looking. It wasn't hard to put the pieces together."
Lamine's cheeks reddened even more under his parents' scrutiny. He didn't realise he had been that obvious. But hearing that they knew and didn't seem opposed to him and you being together made him feel a wave of relief.
"But, um... you're not mad, are you?" He asked, glancing at his mother. His mother rolled her eyes playfully.
"Mad? No, we're not mad. In fact, we might even be a little happy for you."
His father nodded in agreement, a hint of pride in his eyes as he looked at his son.
Lamine couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Not only did he have your acceptance, but his parents' approval as well.
"So, you guys are okay with... this?" He asked, gesturing between you and him, wanting to confirm their approval.
His father gave a firm nod.
"Absolutely, we are. We've seen how you two interact. And it's been a long time coming."
His mother chimed in, her face softening.
"Just make sure you keep focusing on football too, okay?" Lamine's face lightened up even more upon hearing his parents' words. He had been worried about their reaction, but their approval meant the world to him.
"Of course, I'll keep focusing on football. Especially now that I have someone to cheer me on."
He said, looking over to you with a smile and pulling you closer again.
You smile as you look at him.
Lamine smiled back at you, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness wash over him. His parents' acceptance added another layer to the joy he felt about their relationship. With you in his arms and his parents' endorsement, he felt like he could take on the world.
Suddenly, his father interrupted the moment.
"Alright, now that we've got that sorted, can we have some dinner?"
You all break into laughter. Laughter filled the room; the atmosphere suddenly became lighter and more relaxed.
Lamine's father's question had diffused the remaining awkwardness in the room.
"Yeah, sounds good to me." Lamine said, glancing at you with a smile.
His mother chuckled.
"Well, let's go then! Food's getting cold."
Lamine gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and standing up. He walked to the door, waiting for you to follow and making sure he wouldn't leave you behind.
You walk to the dinner table until you hear Lamine's brother
talk.
"Emma!" Keyne says and 'runs' to you.
Lamine's younger brother, Keyne, a toddler of 2 years old, excitedly called out your name. The little boy's face lit up as he began to make his way towards you, his clumsy steps resembling a waddle more than a run. Lamine watched his brother with a smile, his heart warmed by the innocence and eagerness in the little boy's greeting. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight as Keyne approached you.
"Keyne," you say, and lift him up.
Keyne happily wrapped his little arms around your neck as you picked him up, his small body fitting perfectly against you. The toddler giggled and squirmed a bit, clearly enjoying the attention and being held in your arms.
Lamine watched the interaction with a soft smile.
"He's taking a liking to you, huh?" He said, stepping closer. Keyne made a happy noise, trying to grab at your hair.
Lamine's mother chuckled, her eyes filled with fondness for the adorable sight of you holding Keyne.
"Looks like Keyne has a new favourite in the house!" Lamine nodded, agreeing with his mother, while looking at you and Keyne with a fond smile.
Keyne, meanwhile, tugged at your hair gently, a playful sparkle in his eyes.
Lamine leaned in closer, gently poking his brother's side, causing Keyne to let out a high-pitched giggle.
"Hey, Keyne, don't pull on her hair too much." He said it playfully, trying to get his brother to behave.
But Keyne, being a toddler, was more interested in playing and exploring than listening to his brother's instructions. He continued to tug on your hair, albeit gently, giggling whenever Lamine tried to intervene.
Lamine chuckled, resigned to the fact that Keyne was going to do as he pleased for now.
"Looks like he's got a mind of his own," he remarked with a grin.
Meanwhile, his mother and father looked on, chuckling at the exchange. You put Keyne down in his chair before you sit down next to Lamine.
Once you put Keyne down into his seat, the toddler pouted playfully for a moment, clearly disappointed that he couldn't stay in your arms. But he soon got distracted by the sight of food on the table, shifting his focus onto a plate of spaghetti.
Lamine smiled, glad that Keyne had settled down before dinner started. As you took your seat next to him, he reached for your hand under the table.
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, a subtle gesture of affection. Despite the small distraction caused by Keyne, Lamine was still eager to enjoy dinner with you and his family. His parents began to serve the food, and the aroma of the homemade meal filled the air.
As plates were passed around, Lamine's father cleared his throat, addressing the table as a whole.
"Dig in, everybody!"
With the dinner began, conversation started to spread around the table. Lamine's mother enquired about how your studies were going, and his father asked Lamine about his upcoming matches.
The dinner progressed smoothly, filled with laughter, stories, and the occasional interruption from Keyne, who seemed to be enjoying the attention from everyone at the table.
Every now and then, Lamine would glance at you, offering a warm smile or subtle gesture of affection. The atmosphere was comfortable and relaxed, like a family gathering. It was clear that Lamine was happy to have you there, sharing this moment with his loved ones.
After you finish dinner, you and Lamine stand up. "I think we should go back to my room; we still have the math task to finish," he says.
Lamine's father nods, approving of the plan.
"Good idea. Make sure you get that task done, Lamine." His mother gives a knowing smile, as if indicating that they shouldn't get too distracted in Lamine's room. Keyne, oblivious to the subtext, just raises his hands to be picked up.
"Don't forget to use protection!" His father says
Lamine nearly chokes on his water, his face turning red as he hears his father's comment.
"Dad!" He exclaimed, glancing at you with an embarrassed look.
His mother swats him lightly on the shoulder, chiding him. But his father just bursts into laughter.
Lamine's father continued to laugh, seemingly enjoying the fact that he had embarrassed his son.
"I'm just messing with you, son. Just make sure you use your brain and not only your... well, you know," he said with a wink, earning another scolding look from Lamine's mother. Lamine rubbed his forehead, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole right now. But he took it with humour, knowing it was just his dad's way of teasing him.
"Okay, okay. We get it, we get it... Let's just go," he sighed, taking your hand and leading you towards his room.
Once you both reached his room and closed the door behind you, Lamine let out another embarrassed sigh.
"I swear, my dad has zero filters sometimes."
He shook his head in amazement, still blushing slightly. He walked over to his desk and sat down, gesturing for you to take a seat next to him.
"I guess we should really focus on that math task now," he said, trying to recover his composure.
You guys continue on math, and after another hour, you guys are finished. Lamine puts down his pencil and stretches, clearly relieved that the math task is finally done.
"Finally! I thought my brain would explode from all those numbers and formulas," he says with a dramatic sigh, leaning back in his chair.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." You say and smirk a bit.
Lamine chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.
"Well, easy for you to say, genius. Not all of us are math wizards like you." He said with a playful grin, nudging you lightly.
After a moment, Lamine looked at you, a bit more serious now.
"Hey, um... there's something I wanted to talk to you about." He said, his tone hinting at a touch of nervousness.
"Go ahead." You say Lamine took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He turned his chair towards you, looking you in the eyes.
"I just... I've been thinking about what happened tonight, you know, with my parents and all. And I've got a question that's been on my mind."
He hesitated for a moment, fidgeting with his fingers.
"I just want to make sure that you're really okay with... all of this. With me.
With the fact that you're dating a footballer who has a lot of eyes on him, people will talk, you know."
"I know, and as I told you before, I don't care about them; I care about you and that we are happy." You say and cup his face with your hands.
Lamine felt a wave of relief and comfort wash over him as he listened to your words. Your hands on his face grounded him, reminding him of the connection he had with you. "And... you're really okay with what my dad said earlier? About protection..." He asked, still slightly embarrassed by his father's bluntness.
"We all know you, father, and his 'jokes,' so don't worry," you assure him.
Lamine nods, appreciating your understanding. He knows his father can be a handful sometimes, but hearing you say it only reinforces his gratitude for you.
"Yeah, you're right. He's just... well, like I said, he has no filter. But I'm glad you know what he's really like." He said with a small smile, leaning his cheek into your hand a little, enjoying the gentle touch.
You hug Lamine and give him a kiss on the cheek.
As you hug him and give him a kiss, Lamine wraps his arms around you, holding you close. He feels a sense of warmth and comfort wash over him. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and taking a moment to just relish the intimacy of the moment.
"Thank you," he murmurs into your shoulder, his words tinged with gratitude and affection.
"You don't need to thank me, my love," you whisper.
Lamine's heart skipped a beat when you called himmy love.' The nickname, coupled with your tender whisper, made him melt a bit more inside.
He lifted his head to look at you, his eyes locking with yours. He cupped your face in his hands and gave you a soft, lingering kiss.
Then he rested his forehead against yours, his voice coming out in a soft murmur as he spoke.
"I mean it, though. Thank you... for understanding and for accepting me, flaws and all. And for putting up with my crazy parents. Seriously. You're amazing." He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes again, his gaze sincere and affectionate.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," he admitted, the words coming out almost softly. Lamine felt vulnerable in this moment, laying his emotions bare for you to see.
"Stop it or you're going to make me cry."
Lamine chuckled, his eyes softening as he saw your emotional response.
"Okay, okay. No more being sappy," he said, holding up his hands in surrender. His tone was teasing, but his eyes still held a warmth that spoke volumes about his feelings.
"Can we watch a movie? I don't want to go home yet." You ask Lamine
Lamine's face immediately lights up at your suggestion. He really didn't want to end the night just yet either. "Of course! We can definitely catch a movie. Do you have any in mind?" He asked eagerly, already reaching for the remote and turning on the TV.
"I don't know, but sometimes with romance." You say and lay yourself down on his bed.
Lamine grins, intrigued by your suggestion.
"Romance, huh? I'm guessing you're already getting into the mood for some sappy love story."
He scrolls through the options before stopping at a movie called 'The Notebook.'
"How about this one?"
"Yeah, that sounds good," you say, and open your arm, wanting to cuddle.
Lamine sees your gesture and immediately smiles. He climbs onto the bed next to you and lays down, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulls you close. "Cuddles and a movie? This is already the perfect night," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You smile and begin to watch the movie.
As the movie starts to play, Lamine settles in and gets comfortable. He has his arm wrapped around you, enjoying the feeling of your warm body against his.
As the story unfolds, he occasionally glances at you, wondering what you're thinking and feeling. But for the most part, he's just enjoying the moment, the closeness with you, and the movie playing on the screen.
After 40 minutes, you begin to get sleepy, so you close your eyes.
As the movie goes on, Lamine notices you starting to doze off. He smiles softly, seeing you slowly getting more and more sleepy. He knows that it's getting late, and after all, you had a tiring day. He shifts a bit so that you're more comfortable against him and lightly places his hand on your head, caressing your hair gently.
He continues to watch the movie quietly, trying not to disturb you while you sleep.
His gaze goes from the screen to you every now and then, his expression softening as he sees you fast asleep in his arms.
Lamine can't help but feel a surge of affection for you at the sight. He leans down and gently presses a kiss on the top of your head.
He lowers the volume of the movie a bit, knowing that you need your rest. The room is quiet and cosy, except for the soft sounds of the movie still playing.
As he continues to hold you, Lamine can feel the exhaustion from the day start to catch up with him as well. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable, but be careful not to disturb your sleep. He rests his head against the pillows, with you in his arms. As the minutes tick by, his eyelids start to get heavier and heavier. Lamine's eyes begin to close, the gentle rise and fall of your chest against his soothing him to sleep as well.
Eventually, Lamine's breath slows as he drifts off into sleep, his arms still wrapped around you protectively, a peaceful expression on his face.
As the movie continues to play in the background, both of you doze off. The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of your synchronised breathing. Despite the fact that the movie is still running, the two of you are completely oblivious to it, deeply asleep in each other's embrace.
His parents walk into the room wanting to tell you that they are going to sleep.
Lamine's mother quietly opened the door, peeking into the room. She saw Lamine sleeping soundly with you in his arms and smiled.
"Oh, they've fallen asleep already," she whispered to her husband, who had come to check on them as well. Lamine's father stepped closer, looking at the two of you with a fond smile.
"Yeah, they're probably exhausted.
Let's leave them be. They look really cute together, don't they?"
His wife nodded, looking at you and Lamine with maternal affection.
"Yes, they do. They make a lovely couple. Come on, let's let them rest."
Together, they quietly closed the door, leaving Lamine and you to your peaceful slumber.
The soft click of the door signalling their departure was barely audible in the silent room. Lamine and you continued to sleep undisturbed, still comfortably wrapped in each other's arms, oblivious to what was going on around them.

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