#neymar jr angst
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delicate - neymar jr
a/n: oh god, this one contains smut, i’ve never written smut before so, watch out i guess! ps! i snuck in some taylor swift references, from her song delicate
pairing: neymar jr x reader
warning: language, smut, slight angst (fighting)
wordcount: 3000
summary: fake dating with neymar changes into something more
“Come on, we have to be at the event at 8. Are you almost ready, anjo?” Neymar asked, waiting impatiently for you. He stood in the bedroom of the hotel room, which was attached to the bathroom you were in. You two shared a room for once purpose – being seen arriving and leaving together. You were currently getting ready for yet another celebrity party. He was your date, as always, even though you weren’t really dating.
The reason why you were intertwined in this fake relationship, is that you’re just here to make him look good. It was for your own profit too. Over the years, Neymar has built quite the playboy status. This status, the almost slutty one, made brands not wanting deals with him and gave him a bad reputation. You were the internets good girl, the golden girl. The angel. The sweetheart. You never had been caught in any affair, never had an awful break up and had never had a cheating scandal.
Both of your managers got together and decided it would be good for both of you. He would be able to save his reputation, you gained fame. It felt unreal, now thinking about the moment.
It was 8 months ago, you were just got ready to start your day. Today was not going to be a productive day, you were just going out with your friends. Then you got a call from your manager, asking you to come to the office as soon as possible.
You arrived and when you walked in you saw him immediately. The number one heartthrob of the world. The guy who had a new girl every week. Neymar da Silva Santos Júnior. You looked around you confused. What was he doing here?
“What’s going on?” you asked, looking at your manager. Miss Delara has been here for since the take off of your career. From the first movie to the most recent one. She has grown to be your rock.
“Y/N, please sit down.” A guy, probably Neymar’s manager, said. You do what he asked, but shot him an irritated glance. What was going on? You look at Neymar and give him a nod, not really knowing how to greet him. You have only met him twice and both those interaction were short and just polite. He ignores you, that asshole.
“So Y/N, Neymar, you’re probably wondering why you are here.” His manager said. “Well, that’s because of me. I asked Miss Delara for a favor and she thought it was a good idea.”
You felt clueless, how does this explain anything?
“Cause Neymar, you can’t keep acting like this. Adidas is about the stop your contract with them. You have been getting so much hate on social media and parents don’t want you walking with their kids down the field anymore. I never thought you would let it come that far.” He said following up his earlier statement.
“Eu não me importo (I don’t care)! I’m just living my life and why the fuck is she here?” he all of sudden snapped. Jeez. This guy really had some issues.
“No Neymar, you’ve let it come to far like I said. We need to change your media presence. I want a positive, happy and loving Neymar in my twitter feed. I don’t want to see another article about you leaving a club with 5 girls.”
Neymar is clearly upset and about to go of about this shit.
“Uh, I’m sorry, but what am I doing here?” You asked carefully. You just felt like you didn’t belong in this conversation.
“Y/N, you have a perfect reputation, right?” He asked and you nodded not really knowing what to do. “You might be able to save his. Miss Delara and I had this idea, where you just go out for a while, go in public, let the paparazzi take photos of you. Let Neymar build this perfect boyfriend reputation, let you gain fame from all of this-“
“No fucking way,’ Neymar said, cutting his own manager off. “No fucking way,” he said once more.
“Please Neymar, you’ll gain so much from this. You’ll gain the old love and affection back. On the pitch, off the pitch. Just think about those days.”
This clearly made Neymar rethink it, the three of you could clearly see that he relived those glorious memories again. But how did you feel about it? You just felt confused. Sure, gaining more fame from dating him would be nice. But staying around him all the time? You’d rather not.
“Do you both agree?” Miss Delara said, but she was mainly looking at you. She really knew you. She noticed the way you were more quiet than usual.
“I do agree. My reputation never been worse, so.” He said, clearly having his mind made up already.
Now all their eyes were on you. “Well I’d rather not date him, even if it was fake.” You said. Had you really just said that in front of him? But then again, it was kind of his own fault for acting like a douchebag.
“So much for being the sweet golden girl, huh? Is it all an act? You’re not an angel at all, are you?” He said seductively, implying something you don’t want to think about. You felt your cheeks getting hot.
“That’s enough. Y/N, you need this. You’re new movie just came out and extra promotion is always welcome. You have to agree.
So you did.
You finished your makeup, realizing you had been lost in your memories for a minute. You almost couldn’t believe why you almost said no to this deal. He treats you well, is respectful and occasionally buys you gifts. He is good to you, even when you are in private.
“Damn, I’ve never seen that color blue. Looks good on you.” He says in admiration. His eyes scanning over your body, which looks great in the light blue dress. The lower neckline shows your chest off nicely, but was still classy. The slit went all the way up your leg and made your legs look longer then they are. You looked stunning.
He clearly agreed, he thought you look so pure, so perfect and most of all so delicate. It was the perfect way to describe you. Delicate. Like a flower. Just so beautiful and he was afraid to shatter it. He almost zoned out thinking about you, but he made himself snap out if of it.
“We should just stay here, querida, I don’t want to share.” He suggested.
You let out a slight chuckle. “Let’s keep it professional, shall we?”
“Well, we should.”
You look at him confused. What does he mean with ‘should’? You decided to ignore him and grab his hand. “Let’s just go to the party,” you tell him.
“No staying here then?”
You gave him a knowing look and shot you a defeated one back. “Fine, we’ll go.”
At the party, the both of you just fell into your usual routine. When you arrived you posed, when you stepped in the club you hold each other close, and a while later you do you your own thing. Then you reunite and dance with each other. While dancing, he whispered his usual sweet talk in your ear and due to the drinks you had you gave in. The look on his face was priceless when you said something not even remotely similar back.
The rest of the evening you hung out with your friends and soon the party came to an end. You got invited to the after party. You told your girlfriends you would let Neymar know you were going to the party and they were excited. You usually went straight home after the real party.
“Hey,” you said, pressing a kiss on his cheek.
“Ei bêbe, ready to go home?” he asked you. He put his glass back on the bar and already signed to the barman that he wanted to pay. He then pointed at you, signaling he was paying for you too.
“Actually, I’ve got invited to some kind of rooftop after party, the girls and I were planning on going. Are you okay with that? Or do you want to join?”
“Oh. You really want to go?” He said, his voice sounded mildly disappointed.
“Yeah, it’s been a while since I have been out on a girls night.”
He tried to fake a smile, but failed miserably. “No, it’s okay! I just don’t feel like another party, so I’ll go home, alright? You stay safe, meu vida.”
“I’ll see you at our room again. Drive save!” You walked of happily, pleased with knowing he was okay with it. You were happy that you finally went out with your girls.
What you didn’t notice was Neymar’s sadden stare following you all the way out of the door.
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It was about three in the morning, you were exhausted, but happy to be back in your room. It was a good party. Good people, good music and overall good vibes. You had a great night.
“Ney, I’m back!” you yelled, not caring that there are probably people sleeping in this building. When you didn’t get a response, you were confused. “Ney?” you tried again, no response. Shit, he was probably asleep. You walked over to bedroom hoping you’d find him there. You did.
He was laying on the bed, with his headphones on. Even though his eyes were closed, the expression his face portrayed looked almost angry, but you thought he maybe was deeply focused on his music. You went to sit on the end on the bed. You tap twice on his leg and he removes his headphones.
“You should turn down your volume, dumbass! I was yelling the other second and I got no response!” you fake scolded him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, not really making eye contact with you. You ignored him, you figured he was just mad about you ruining his song.
“You really missed out on this party, Ney! At some point, Riley got so drunk she was jumping from float to float in the pool! Then Ariel was flirting with the bartender and got us all free drinks-“
“Am I a fucking joke to you?” he interrupted, tone much harsher than usual.
You looked at him confused. “What the hell are you saying?” You felt yourself getting mad at him, how dare he raise his voice to you like that? Where was his respect?
“I asked, do you think it’s fucking funny to tell me you’re going out with your friends?” He asked again, clearly angrier too.
“I was out with my friends? What are you on about?”
“Stop acting dumb. We both know that was just an excuse of yours to grind down on this assholes dick!” He yelled, almost scaring you. You weren’t scared though, because you knew you were in the right. You’d never do anything like that, even in this fake relation. You knew how important it was to make this relation seem perfect, 24/7.
“What are you talking about?” You yelled back at him. He threw to you his phone and you saw Twitter opened. You clicked on the video and your friends. You also saw the guy dancing with your best friend, who you were according to Neymar grinding on, being a respectful distance away from you.
“Is this what you’re dramatic about?” You asked and raised an eyebrow. He looks at you like your some kind of ghost. “He’s touching you!”
“It was merely a touch Neymar! Our shoulders brushed once!”
“Yeah, and then he looked at you!” Now he was really pushing it. He was making such drama over a guy looking at you! What had gotten into him?
“If you make this big of a drama about some guy looking at me, you have a lot of issues, Ney. And if I did dance with somebody, why would you care? We’re only dating for our business life, for fucks sake!” There, you finally said it. Why was it bothering him so much?
Living in an illusion was fun, until you couldn’t see the difference between reality and fantasy anymore.
That’s how you felt right now.
“Because Y/N! Because it drives insane knowing other men look at you, because the idea of any other person touching you makes me crazy. I get so jealous. I don’t want to imagine someone else with what is mine. I am sick of only pretending your mine all the damn time. Acting like I don’t want that to be the truth. But what drives me the most mad of all of these things? That you still haven’t realized that I’m madly in love with you,” he let out, finally spoken his truth. The words that he had been holding back for months now.
“You love me?” was the only thing you were able to say, not knowing how to react. But you already knew what you wanted to say. When he said how he felt about you, all the puzzle pieces fell into place. So did the feeling you have been keeping to yourself for months now. The warm, homey feeling he bought you. The ultimate comfort you found in him, the way your heart fluttered when he smiled and the way he could give you everything by just being there for you.
“I do, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me a douchebag to realize that.” He said, finally looking in your eyes. You saw a glint of hope, but a lot of fear in his hazel eyes.
“Kiss me, please,” you simply said. You weren’t able to express any of your feelings right now. You felt overwhelmed by everything happening. He didn’t take long to realize what you said an scooted closer to you.
He cupped your jaw softly, looked at you with adoration and passion. His other hand in your hair, which was already messed up by a long night of going out. He pulls you closer and your you can feel his breath. He finally kisses you, but this time it was not one of your quick kisses, just for the photos. No, this time, he wanted to feel every part of you. He took his time, slowly pulling you on his lap.
You felt the kiss grow more heated as his tongue slid in your mouth. Your tongues found their own rhythms. His hand that was holding your jaw gently, moved to your ass and gave it a squeeze. Not expecting this actions, you let out a slight moan and accidentally grinded your hips on him. Earning a groan from him, you felt his dick under you grow harder.
He broke the kiss and let his forehead rest against your head. “Fuck baby, look what you’ve done.”
You looked down a saw a slight wet spot on his pants. “You want to fix that for me, anjo?”
You nodded and got off of his lap, getting on your knees in front of the bed. He kicked out his sweatpants and got rid of his boxers. You looked a little too long at his cock in full glory, it standing up proud and in full glory.
“Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees,” he managed to bring out. You couldn’t respond. “Aw, has my little innocent girl gone a little dumb?”
You nodded again, but now finally taking actions. You hands ran up and down his base and after a few strokes, you began giving him kitty licks all over. Giving more attention to his sensitive red tip, he was a groaning mess for you.
“Stop teasing. I want you. Take it like the good girl I know you are.” He grunted - wanting more from you then you were currently giving. Those words got him what he wanted; him calling you a good girl clearly affecting you. You did what he requested, you took him in your mouth. Not having that much experience, you couldn’t fit everything you wanted. So, you pumped what you couldn’t fit.
You’re still moving slow, holding that teasing pace. But after a bit of that he grew impatient. He needs to feel you, deeper and harder. Not only sucking him off for the sake of teasing him. He wanted you to make him cum, not make him wait. His hands gripped your hair harshly and he starts fucking your face. While he was doing this, he constantly told you how good you were doing.
This sudden movement from him, caused you to tear up. Gagging on his cock, which was deeper than ever before, you couldn’t the few tears rolling down your face. He kept his fast pace and after a minute or two he starts groaning loudly. This was the signal for you that he was almost coming undone. You put in a bit more effort and tried to suck him harder. You felt his cock twitch inside your mouth.
“Shit, anjo. Is it okay if I come in your mouth?” he asked for permission. You let out an agreeing mumble and nodded. A few seconds later he came with groans you’d swear the whole hotel had heard.
He drops himself on the bed. “You did so good for me.” He praised, making you blush. “Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor, alright?”
You laughed and knew it was going to be a long night.
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In the morning you were exhausted, not getting a lot of sleep tonight. But you definitely didn’t regret anything. No, yesterday was a night you’ll never forget. The way he made scream, the way you get slightly wet thinking about it again. And now you were here, held closely by the chest of your boyfriend.
“Hey anjo. Good morning,” his groggy morning voice said. You smiled and said your good mornings back. When you saw him fading to sleep again, you nudged him. “Ney!”
“Hmm?”
“I love you,” you said softly.
“I know you told me a thousand time while you were having orgasm. During all three of them even.” He said, his subtilty clearly still asleep.
“Way to ruin the moment!”
“You still love me though, that’s all that matters.”
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do you write for neymar? if so can you please do one where he’s jealous and they fight and sleep in separate rooms and he comes back and it’s fluffy after
maybe i do like them touching me. at least they actually pay attention to me.hi love! sure!!
genre: angst to fluff
quick a/n: this was written in spanish, i didn't know he mainly speaks portuguese! im so so sorry!!
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you and neymar’s friends were actually quite close, at first they didn’t really like you. but now, you were all great friends
in neymar’s view, you might have been a little too great. don’t get him wrong, he likes that his friends like you and there aren’t any problems between you two. but, sometimes he wished you weren’t that close
today was the day he finally snapped, you were with his friends, laughing and joking around. it was all okay at first, until they began touching you. one touching your shoulder, the other your arm, one of them touched your hair too
who the hell told them they were allowed to touch what’s his?
“mi amor, tenemos que irnos, ahora.” neymar said as he held your hand tightly (my love, we have to go, now.)
“what—but, por qué? Paso algo?” you said, furrowing your eyebrows as he began pulling you away even harder (why? did something happen?)
“we’re leaving.” was all he said as his friends stared at you two, confused, while you were feeling the embarrassment taking over
he pulled you away outside to the car, putting you inside, himself, then driving away.
the drive was completely silent, not one of you uttered a single word.
once you got home, you were quick to leave the car before him, and go to your room where you sat there quietly
he followed you into the room, staring at you for a second before speaking up
“what, you’re not gonna talk to me now?” he said, “i had no choice! you were certainly having fun with all of them touching you”
“you cannot be fucking serious right now!” you yelled, “me estabas mirando todo el tiempo, and now you’re jealous? you never trust me! you act like i'll cheat on you opr something!” you snapped (you were glaring at me the entire time)
“i wasn’t glaring at you, i was glaring at them! it’s like you were their girlfriend, not mine. y no les estabas diciendo exactamente que se detuvieran ahora verdad” he yelled back (and you weren't exactly telling them to stop now were you)
“what are you trying to say. hm? that i like your friends touching me even if i don’t want them to?! you know what? tal vez me gusta que me toquen. al menos en realidad me prestan atención.” you said, (maybe i do like them touching me. at least they actually pay attention to me.
“oh, now i don’t pay attention to you? okay, have fun getting the attention from them. buenas noches” he said as he walked out and went into the guest bedroom (goodnight)
“good, i will” you yelled as he walked away
and now here you were, lying awake in bed, trying to stop the tears from flowing. he had a right to be jealous, but he didn't have a right to act like you were enjoying it. he was always like this and you were sick of it, you're sick of him not trusting you. it hurts you when you feel like he doubts you.
you were so caught up with your thoughts you didn't realize the door was open now, you felt the bed sink, and stayed quiet.
"mi amor? are you still awake?" he said, "lo siento, Sé que no harías algo así. i was just stressed and barely seeing you was making it worse, especially if i see you with them more than i see you with me." (im sorry, i know you wouldn't do anything like that)
"i don't like it when they touch me, i only like it when you do it" you spoke up
"why didn't you tell me, cariño?" (sweetheart)
"you like your friends, i didn't want to ruin anything between you"
"you're better than all of them, querida" he smiled and hugged you tight, you turned and faced him, and he was quick to pull you close
"te amo, mi vida" he said as he leaned his forehead on yours (i love you, my life)
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Tissues - Neymar Jr x reader
Neymar Jr x female!reader
Requested? Yes/No: Heyyyy ❤️ can I request if u have time of course an imagine with neymar where the reader is sick and neymar wants to take care of her but she doesn't because she afraid she gonna get him sick . However neymar takes care of her but gets sick too so they're both sick sitting all day at home watching movies cuddling etc.💕💕
Warnings: Fluff, swearing
Word Count: 1.8K
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Arguably one of the worst things anyone could wake up to was a sore throat and a pounding headache. You noticed everyone around you was slowly starting to fall ill, especially with the weather turning as cold as it was in Paris but you’d hoped you’d been lucky enough to avoid the sickness, clearly you were wrong. You woke up without Neymar by your side, he normally woke up earlier and had a quick session at the gym before you woke up, that way he got to spend more of the day with you rather than running off to work out when the pair of you were midway through something.
Groaning you reached over to pick up your glass of water which was currently sitting on your bedside table. A shiver shot down your spine as the liquid stabbed your throat. Setting it aside you threw yourself down onto the covers, your hands covering your face as the morning sun hurt your eyes. Everything was silent until the front door clicked open.
“y/n?” Neymar called your name. “Are you up yet?” He asked as he pushed the door to your shared bedroom open, his hopeful expression dying when he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” He hurried over to you but you ushered him away.
“I’m ill so don’t get too close, otherwise you’ll end up with it and Kylian will kill me.”
“You think I care for what he has to say?” The Brazilian gave you a look as he moved to the window, opening it ever so slightly enough to give the room some airflow but not enough to make you worse than you already were. He placed his hand on your forehead, a sympathetic look on his face when he noticed how hot you were. “Oh, baby…” Pulling back he grabbed your glass before speaking. “I’ll be back, don’t move.”
“You think I can move?”
“Even when facing death you still have a way with words.” He mocked before heading to your kitchen. He grabbed some light snacks that he knew wouldn’t make you feel even worse than you did, a soothing tea, more water and plenty of medication.
Briskly, walking into the room with a light smile, placed everything down on the bedside table for you. “You need to sit up.” He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up gently so you could rest against the headboard.
“Ney please don’t -”
“Don’t what?” His brows furrowed. “Look after my girlfriend when she’s ill? You do the same for me when I’m ill or injured…”
“That’s differnt…”
“How is it?”
“I don’t have to play football weekly in front of millions.”
“Well if I get sick they can survive without me.” He grabbed the medication from the side before facing you again. “This will help with the headache and any pain.” He handed you the pill and water, watching as you tensed your body up at the shooting pain in your throat as you swallowed the liquid. “And this…” He handed you a spray bottle. “Will numb the throat pain, I can grab more things if you need them.”
“Thank you but I’ll live, it’s just a shitty cold.”
“They’re the worst though.” He gave you a light smile. “Make sure you keep drinking, I read that the more water you drink, the quicker the virus leaves your body.”
“I’ll try.” Giving him a faint smile you watched as he picked up the tv remote before handing it to you. He climbed onto the bed, laying on top of the duvet.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching TV with you?”
“But I’m ill.”
“I worked that one out a while ago.” He teased.
“Please Ney, you’ll get ill…”
“And? Won’t be that bad.”
You had no strength to argue with him, as much as you wanted to tell him that he needed to leave you to die alone in the bedroom you knew he’d never get up and just go so you accepted your fate and he accepted his.
The pair of you spent the day watching shitty movies and talking about the weirdest topics anyone could think of. It was the side you wished the world saw more of when it came to him. He was beyond kind and always looked out for others, even if it didn’t benefit him. Deep down he was one of the kindest people you’d ever met but it was a shame the world never saw him like that.
That night he came into your bedroom holding two bowls, both filled to the brim with soup. “I made it myself.” He smiled like a child on Christmas. “Not sure how good it’ll be but I did try.” You reached your hand out to cup his jaw, moving your thumb along his beard with a smile.
“Thank you.”
He leant over again, kissing your forehead lightly as he set the tray on the bed, making sure he didn’t spill anything. “Anything for you love.” He handed you a bowl but stopped you before you could even think to take a sip. “Take this, it’ll kick in when you sleep, hopefully then you’ll make it through the night without any disturbances. That’ll make you better faster.” He handed you the pill before tilting your chin up so you could swallow the rest with water. “Good girl.” He winked, earning himself an eye roll from you as he set the water aside. He grabbed his own bowl, this time crawling under the covers of your bed.
“Ney you’re going to get sick.”
“How many times have I told you that I don’t care?”
“Well, I do.”
“I know and for that I am thankful but when we sleep together and share a house together it is rather hard not to catch one another’s illnesses.”
“It can be avoided if you just left me in here…”
“And let your rotten corpse make the house smell? No thanks, I’d rather die with you.”
A small jolt of laughter fell from your lings, nearly taking your breath away with how sore you really were from the illness. “Thank you.” You looked up at him, inching closer to him.
“You never need to thank me.” The two of you spent the evening waffling about anything you could think to talk about, in parts you almost forgot you were ill and then the pain in your throat stabbed you slightly just as a reminder to yourself that you were in fact ill and no amount of laughter would change that.
“Ney?”
“Hmm?”
“What does the kitchen look like after you’ve been cooking in it?”
“Want me to be honest?” He asked as he started to eat.
“Obviously.”
“Looks like a bomb just went off.”
“Brilliant…”
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“Okay so fuck, marry, kill but… it’s only the guys in the team.” You smiled up at him as you spoke, and the two of you decided to spark up a fuck, marry or kill debate whilst watching an episode of modern family. “Kyillan, Messi or Marqunihos…”
“Fuck… um…” He thought long and hard about his answer, anyone would think he was taking an exam to decide his future. “Okay… marry Messi… fuck Marqunihos… and kill Kyllian.”
“Killing off Kyllian with no mercy.” You laughed at the man who was now quickly rethinking his answers. “You know you can’t change your answer when you’ve said it.” You spoke, noticing the change in expression.
“I know, I know… just thinking about what Kyllian would say if he heard me say that.”
“If it makes you feel better there’s definitely been moments where he’s thought that about you before.”
He shook his head, a laugh falling from his lips. “You know what I think you might be right…. On more than one occasion I’m willing to bet.” As his laughter subsided, he turned his head away, coughing into his shoulder before facing you again.
“You okay?”
“Me? Yeah… I’m fine, just got something stuck in my throat.” He flashed you a smile, a sign he was definitely lying when it came to things like this.
“I think you’re lying…”
“Calling your boyfriend a liar huh?” He mocked before placing another kiss on your head. Neymar glanced at his phone, quickly noticing the time. “We better get some rest, you need the rest. With little rest you won’t recover fast.” His hand snaked under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. He lowered himself down, kissing your lips lightly, almost scared that if he added force he’d hurt you. He wished he could have longed the kiss out, wanting nothing more than to have you all to himself for that night but he couldn’t and the truth was he could feel himself start to show symptoms of your illness.
“I love you.”
“I love you too… thank you for all of this.”
“I don’t know why you thank me.” He pulled the duvet over the two of you, sinking into the pillows like they were clouds. “In sickness and in health remember?”
“We aren’t married.”
“Yet.” You didn’t need the light on to know he flashed you a grin.
His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his chest. His hand traced your face and lightly made its way to your hair, knowing the feeling immediately relaxed you.
“Ney…”
“Don’t you dare say that I’m going to get ill because I don’t care.”
Giggling into his chest you nodded against his skin. “Fine… you win.”
“I always do love.” He planted one last kiss on your forehead as the two of you quickly drifted off to sleep, both relaxed in one another arms, now finally not caring if one was sick.
The next morning you awoke to the sounds of horrific coughing, it honestly sounded like your boyfriend had managed to choke himself in his sleep.
“Ney?”
“Hmm?” He called from the bathroom, suddenly emerging in the doorway his eyes were bloodshot and pools of sweat started to form on his forehead. “Oh, baby…” You gave him a sorry look as you took in his wrecked state.
“You know…” He plodded back to bed. “You may have had a point about not getting to close when you’re sick, I feel like shit.”
“I did tell you -”
“I know, I know!” He landed on the bed, rolling on his back so he could rest his head on your chest. “I say we just make the most of it and cuddle all day.” He looked up with hopeful eyes.
“Well, I can take care of you.”
“You gonna rival my soup?” A smirk played on his lips.
“Rival it? Your soup is going to taste like dishwater compared to mine.”
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neymar x reader
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“I’m not going to follow you around the world like a lost puppy” you said to your boyfriend of two years - Neymar .
“what do you mean?” he said to you surprised with the turn of his question took .
“if you listen to me , you wouldn’t be shocked like right now” you became tired of all of this . it’s like you’re talking to yourself whenever you mention anything about your job .
“In two weeks, I’m having a very important meeting, I worked all those years for this moment where everything is going to be paid off, but here you’re telling me to drop everything and fly with you to the other side of the world and drop everything just like that”.
“that’s not my intention and you know that” said Neymar calmly as much as he could but you did notice he’s getting tired too .
“I want you around me , I want you to support me , I NEED your support and never did I ask you to come with me selfishly” Ney tried to explain this to you while holding one of your hands and caressing your cheek.
“What about me then? I also want this from you, no, I need this from you” you said looking in his eyes , his beautiful green eyes that you love so much , but now you’re not sure .
“You know I can’t be here for you, not all the time” now it’s his turn to get a bit away from you. you know this and you made peace with it but still it doesn’t mean it hurt any less.
“But that’s not what I’m asking for, even though I’m not getting any of your time, I’m asking you to understand that this time I’m not coming with you and that I’ll stay here in my home” you turned around trying to collect yourself and thoughts away from him while also trying not to make things any worse.
However, Neymar has another thought “you knew what you were getting yourself into” you turned to him disappointed with what you just heard. “So, asking you to care about my future is too much for you?” it looks like there is no turning back now and you have to face the storm. “I do it for you all the time just fine but it’s way too much for you to do for me the same thing”.
“I don’t even know why you work you don’t have to; I earn enough money I can take care of you , you refused to move in with me and now this. I can’t believe you” now he’s being ridicules.
“We talked about this before a hundred times even, I won’t be dependent on you financially, I love my job I love what it adds to me and my life.” You tried to be calm but it wasn’t much of success.
Neymar get away from you, shaking his head “talking about how I don’t have time for you but when I do you start a fight, I can’t believe you right now.” Hurting you with his words you couldn’t understand where everything went wrong.
“You should leave” you told him and he stopped from going to your bedroom , now it’s his turn to look back at you “are you serious now?” looking at you like you just said the craziest thing he ever heard .
“I think it’s for the best for the both of us , you’re not making the effort to understand me and I can’t handle all of this right now” you said to him as calmly as you could .
“y/n , let’s talk this out and try to make it work because if you’re not traveling with me , we won’t see each other till next month” Neymar came closer to you , rubbing your arms trying to control the damage a little bit.
“maybe that’s what we need a time away for both of us , to calm down and think rationally without hurting each other feelings when we are not meaning to” you said avoiding his eyes so you don’t change your mind ,all of this hurts you but you know that you need this time off to cool down.
“Are you sure that’s what you want? Hey look me in the eyes so I can believe you” Neymar now holding your chin so you look at him in the eyes with no chance of you to avoid him.
“Yes, I’m sure.” You said it , firmly not avoiding his eyes to show him how serious you are about all of this .
“fine I’ll leave” he said while getting away from you and collecting his belongs like his coat and phone , he continued his way to your main door , he opened it and before going out entirely he looked at you again “you know I love you right?”
“I know, please be safe” You said nodding your head , not saying I love you back was hard on both of you .
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Gone- N.JR
Pairings: neymar jr x! Female reader
Warnings: bunch of angst, falling out of love etc.
Summary: You finally address Neymar regarding the considerable distance he has maintained towards you, anticipating the restoration of your relationship, yet regrettably, it does not unfold in your favor.
Author note: first time writing angst! 😿
In the dimly-lit dining room of your once vibrant home, a heavy silence hangs in the air like a thick fog, suffocating any remnants of warmth or connection. As you sit across from Neymar at the elegantly-set table, a carefully prepared dinner lies untouched before you, the aroma of the food filling the room, yet failing to penetrate the emotional void between you.
Neymar's eyes remain fixated on the glowing screen of his phone, his fingers scrolling with an intensity that mirrors the detachment he displays. The sound of his scrolling is the only audible presence in the room, a constant reminder of the vast distance that has grown between you. The weight of his indifference presses down on you, numbing your heart and clouding your thoughts.
Months have passed since this unusual pattern emerged, an unspoken agreement to bury the fractures in your relationship beneath the surface. Fear of what his response might be has held your mouth shut for months, preventing you from summoning the courage to confront him. Each passing day has chewed at your soul, eroding the once vibrant bond that drew you together.
As you nervously toy with your food, desperately seeking a flicker of connection, a question escapes your trembling lips, shattering the heavy silence. "So.. how was practice?" The words hang in the air, fragile and delicate, as if carrying the weight of your hopes and dreams. Neymar's response is a mere whisper, devoid of any semblance of emotion. "Okay." The word hangs there, a hollow echo of the vibrant conversations that used to follow each practice, regardless of how physically and mentally drained he may have been.
The stark dryness in his tone sends a chill down your spine. In the depths of your being, you yearn for the restoration of the connection that once bound you together. But as the days turn into weeks, and the weeks into months, the gloom that hangs over your shared existence grows heavier. The absence of meaningful conversation, the void of emotional intimacy, has left you adrift in a sea of uncertainty, wondering if the flickering flame of your love will ever be rekindled.
“Ney?” Your gaze turns towards him once more, observing his eyes still fixated on his phone, a faint smile gracing his lips. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you gather the courage to broach the subject that has been weighing heavily on your heart. Slowly, he raises his gaze, meeting your already teary eyes, but his expression remains impassive. Nonchalantly, he leans against his chair, emanating a weariness towards your presence, as if he has grown tired of your company. "Why have you been distant?" you inquire, your voice tinged with a mixture of hurt and confusion. His reaction is one of disbelief, as if your accusation strikes at the core of his being. "What?" he scoffs, his tone laced with offense.
"Well," you begin, your voice trembling slightly, "I can't pinpoint exactly where things went wrong. But it's painfully obvious that our conversations have lost their spark. Each interaction feels so dry, devoid of the warmth and connection we once shared. I mean, for heaven's sake, we just sit in silence while eating our meal. Am I no longer enough for you?" The floodgates of your emotions burst open, finally allowing the pent-up feelings that have haunted you for months to pour forth.
"What are you talking about, y/n? It’s too late for all this I’m going out" he murmurs, his voice laced with weariness and resignation. With a heavy sigh, he rises from his seat and runs a trembling hand through his disheveled hair, a desperate attempt to compose himself. "Neymar, wait don't leave yet" you implore, your voice tinged with a mixture of desperation and sadness. "I'm just calling you out for the sake of it. Deep down, you know there's truth in my words. If there's something you've been longing to express, please, say it now."
Reluctantly, a bitter admission escapes his lips, punctuating the silence like a knife to the heart. "Fine, then! I don't love you anymore," he confesses, his voice laced with a melancholic blend of regret and apathy. The love that once burned brightly within him has faded into nothingness, leaving an empty void in its wake. "What I felt in the beginning, it's gone. There is nothing left, y/n. Are you satisfied?" He continued.
As his words echo in the room, an overwhelming wave of anguish washes over you, threatening to consume your very being. Tears well up in your eyes, cascading down your cheeks like an endless waterfall of sorrow. Despite your efforts to hold back the flood of emotions, your voice trembles as you muster the courage to speak. "Do you love someone else?" you utter, the question seemingly emerging from the depths of your shattered heart, desperately seeking a sliver of hope in the middle of this darkness.
"What?" he stammers, his voice laced with disbelief, as if questioning your sanity. "Do you love someone else?!" you scream, your voice cracking under the weight of your anguish. The repetition of your question only serves to further infuriate you, as he fails to understand your questions quickly.
With a somber resignation, he finally admits, "Yes!I don't love you anymore, y/n." The words, sharp and cutting, pierce through the already shattered remnants of your heart. The realization that your once cherished bond has disintegrated into nothingness weighs heavily upon you, casting a dark shadow over your soul. In this moment, the suffocating emptiness becomes unbearable, and you find comfort in the bitter truth he lays bare.
As your eyes remain fixed upon his face, lacking of the love you used to see reflected in him, you simply nod, a single tear cascading down your cheek. The pretense of affection that had lingered between you, like a decaying facade, is now forcefully shattered.
"Get out," you whisper, the words a fragile echo of the love that once bound you together. His response carries the weight of resignation, as he nods without resistance. He walks towards the door, his steps heavy with the burden of shattered dreams, leaving behind the fragments you used to share.
The door shuts.
And so, you stand there, alone amidst the remnants of a love that has crumbled into dust, enveloped
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( ✮ ) TWO WORLDS III ft neymar jr
🧺 𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! As promised, here is the third and last part of my short series of two worlds featuring neymar jr!!! Thank you to those that have been reading this from the start and along, I love you guys and hope you like this one too xx
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neymarjr Meus amores. O Deus nos deu uma linda menina perfeitamente saudável. Minha esposa, Y/n, muito obrigado por este presente incrível. Palavras não podem descrever o sentimento que sinto agora, mas Obrigado. Você é para sempre minha melhor amiga, minha namorada, esposa e mãe de nosso adorável filho. Eu te amo. (My loves. God delivered us a perfectly healthy cute baby girl. My wife, Y/n, thank you very much for this amazing gift words cannot describe the feeling and how I feel right now but thank you. You are forever my best friend, my girlfriend, my wife, and a mother to our lovely child. I love you) To my daughter, Angelina. Thank you for coming to this world as our daughter. Your mere existence changed both me and your mom drastically. You will be the only reason we change and become the better person from now onwards. I love you ❤️ To my fans, supporters, friends, and family who had been there all along with us, helping us with our lacks, thank you very much. I am so thankful to all of you. May God repay your kind deeds for us. 🙏🏼🥰
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notes: the series has officially ended!!! YAYYY and NAYYY!!! Yay because I had finally finished it and saves it from rotting inside my draft but Nay because it ended. I fell in love with the series. I think I grew fond of the pregnancy and baby parts but most of it, I enjoyed it ALL! I think I pretty much did a great job LOL but yes as I said, I'm sad because it's ended. Oh well, who knows I might as well do another series similar to this one but much longer and fluffier!!! I love babies OMFG you don't even know!!! I need to write another one ASAP Ok I think that's all for the ranting, I hope you enjoyed it, please, as much as I do SKSHSKSK nah jk. Enjoy it or not doesn't matter at least I know I did a pretty fucking great job hehe hehe Goodbye xoxox
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Family Man | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader
Summary: Your husband is feeling a bit nervous about staying home alone with your daughter for the first time. When you ease his worries, he thanks you the best way he can, but then surprises you with a big request.
Warnings: SMUT! Oral (female receiving), romantic sex, breeding kink, Kylian being a simp kinda, cussing, not checked for spelling/grammar errors. Let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —
“Charlotte is finally down.” Kylian sighed from the doorway of your bedroom, trudging over to his side of the bed.
You smiled up from your novel as you watched him crawl on top of the comforter, laying his head on your arm and cuddling at your side. “She’s a piece of work, that girl.” You chuckle.
Kylian breaks out a grin, thinking about his wonderful three year old baby girl. “Wonder who she got it from…”
“Ha!” You set your book down on your lap, tilting your head down to look at him. “You’re joking. Kylian, You’re the biggest piece of work there is.”
He chucked into your shoulder and flipped on his stomach to be face to face with you, heavy leg comfortably draped over your thigh. “But you love us both.”
“So much.” You leaned over and kiss him sweetly, setting aside the now bookmarked novel on your nightstand. “Don’t know how I put up with you, though.”
“Well, you’re gonna get a little break from us this week.” He spoke and glances over at your packed suitcase sitting by the door. You sensed the tinge of nervousness in his sentence and put a reassuring hand on the back of his head.
“I’ll only be gone a week, Ky.” You comfort, tracing the structure of his brow bones gently with your forefinger. He leans into your touch, humming softly before burying his head in your neck. Clearly somethings on his mind.
“I know. It’s just…” he turns, wrapping an insecure arm around your waist to hold you closer, “I’ve never been alone with her for that long. Not for a week straight.” You scratched his back softly, allowing him to melt into you more. “I mean, what if she gets bored and I run out of things to do? Or what if she doesn’t like the activities I have planned for us? What if she breaks a leg or something on my watch?”
“Baby…” you coo, grabbing his chin between your thumb and knuckle so he’s look up at you. His big brown eyes showed his apprehensiveness, almost begging for you not to leave in the morning. “You know you’re an amazing dad, right?” He nods sheepishly, but you understood where this insecurity came from.
When Charlotte was born, it was at the beginning of the season. He did his best to take as many days off as he could, wanting nothing more than to be with you and his newborn baby girl. Though his efforts were much appreciated, you were still left alone with her many times, sometimes for days on end. It’s was through no fault of his own and you knew that, always reassuring him that you understood his responsibilities as a major world renowned athlete. Of course you’d love for him to be there with both of you 24/7, but it’s not something you would ever hold against him.
He was deep in thought and you could practically hear him overthinking the next seven days, coming up with every worst-case-scenario possible. “I was nervous the first time I was alone with Char, too.” You said softly. “It’s scary, I get it. But, I know you two will have the best time. Whatever you have planned, she’ll love it because she’ll get to do it with you.”
His lips curled up, staring back in adoration. “You think?”
You nod enthusiastically. “Of course. She’s so excited to be with just you. When I told her, it actually kind of hurt how happy she was.”
This made Kylians whole face break out in a wrinkled smile. “Yeah?”
Of course he loved that, his competitive nature trumping his sense of humility. “Oh yeah.” You grin. “She’s dying for some alone time with daddy.”
“And you?”
You furrow your brows. “Me?”
“Mhm.” He shifts to hover over you lazily. “You need some alone time with daddy?” The smirk he gave you sent a rush through your body.
Your arms wrap around his neck as he puts his legs on either side of you, nudging your nose with his. God, this man just has a way about him. The way he looks at you consistently makes your stomach erupt in butterflies, even after all these years.
“Cheeky, cheeky boy.” You tusk, leaning up only slightly, teasing a kiss on his wanting lips. “What does daddy have to offer?”
“Whatever you want. I’m yours.” He touched his forehead to yours, you slowly lifted your chin to touch your lips to his.
Starting off gently, he breathed in deep through his nose, savoring this moment. Having a toddler, it’s hard to find time to be intimate when they’re always around. Always.
But, it kind of makes the sex way hotter… way more anticipated.
He pokes his tongue in and you opened up immediately, suddenly desperate for some action. He began moving his hips over the thick duvet you laid under, giving himself some relief, but you needed that layer gone. You began tugging at it desperately, Kylian got the hint. He sat up, tossing aside the blanket and stared down at your sleep attire, humming to himself and licking his lips.
“You’re so sexy.” He grumbled, now looking at you with nothing except love and lust. Your hardened nipples poked through your white scrunched up shirt, displaying your lower half for Kylians pleasure. The pink cotton panties you wore had a little rose engraved on the front, sending your husbands brain into a spiral as he started crawling down your body involuntarily. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”
He made it down to where you needed him, a gentle touch on you thighs opening your legs. You didn’t need much coercion from him, knowing the usual rhythm of this sort of thing. Being with him for so long meant you knew each other patterns and needs.
“I get a goodbye gift?” You teased once he situated himself between your legs, big hands moving your knees upward toward your chest.
Instead of responding, he placed a meaningful kiss to your covered core, looking up at you, wanting to watch every reaction he persuaded out of you. He stiffened his tongue, poking at your clit methodically before biting the fabric and clipping his thumbs underneath the seams. Slowly, he slid them over your legs, his eyes glued to how your pussy reveled himself to him, already glistening.
“I already told you, bébé. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He mumbled in a trance, only looking up when you whined at his lack of movement. “You gotta tell me, bébé. What do you want?”
“Don’t be a dick.” You poked with a pouty giggle, jutting your needy hips toward his mouth. He splayed his hands over your middle, holding you down. “Just eat me out, Mbappé.”
“Always so bossy.” He jeered, but lined his mouth up anyways, purposely blowing out a sigh on your pulsing core before flattening his tongue on you. Your eyes rolled back, keeping your moan quiet with a hard lips bite as he continued to work his muscle, lapping up and down, focusing on the bundle of nerves at the peak.
“Always taste so sweet, bébé.” He praised, dragging his fingers down your hips, feeling the goosebumps he’s creating on your soft familiar skin. The feeling of his lips moving against your cunt made you grip the sheets until your knuckles turned white.
You looked down at your husband between your legs, eyes closed, seemingly hypnotized and focused solely on pleasuring you.
Without warning, he poked his tongue in and out of your needy hole, making you gasp at the sensation. “Shit, oh god.” You gasp. A quick hand made it’s way behind his head, pressing him further into you. He stuck it in as far as it would go out of his mouth, circling and wiggling around, feeling your pulsating walls. He moved a hand from your hip and dragged his forefinger agonizingly slowly on your clit.
“Let me show you how much I’ll miss you.” He muffled, the vibration of his voice making you moan out.
“Please.” You begged, watching him with hooded eyes. His finger dipped lower and lower, tapping on your sensitive nub to make you jolt. It made him laugh, obsessed with the sight of you squirming under his touch.
He teased his middle finger in before inserting two inside of you. Kylian was always one for foreplay, eager to make it the best experience for the both of you. That’s so hot.
You were a moaning mess, hot and bothered as he curled his fingers up, his mouth attached to your pussy like a man starved. His eyes were now wide open and gazing up at you, your chest heaving, your back arching, your quiet moans singing in his ears like a melody. It was all too much for him as he began humping the bed in desperation. Getting to see what he can turn you into could have made him cum on the spot, but he wanted to cum inside of you. He needed to cum inside of you.
You whimpered when he detached his mouth, wiping his glistening face with the back of his hand. “You’re fucking amazing, mon amour. I love you so much.”
You’d gone off the pill years ago before you got pregnant with Charlotte and hadn’t gone back, relying on condoms and quick reflexes. You’d talked about having more kids in the future, but not recently enough to prepare you for what your husband said next.
“Let me put another baby in you.”
Your breathing was heavy, but it stopped for a moment out of shock. The look on his face was completely serious as he crawled up on top of you, lifting your shirt enough to reveal your boobs, tweaking your nipples between his fingers.
You swallowed the noises threatening to spill out of you throat, staring into the eyes of the man you’ve adored for so many years — the eyes that were practically heart shaped whenever he caught even a glance at you.
“Let me get you pregnant.” He repeated and dipped his head in your neck, trailing a soft path of kisses upward until he reached your mouth, lingering there a little longer. He leaned into your ear, giving it the gentlest bite before whispering. “Remember how I couldn’t keep my hands off of you?” His hands roamed down to your stomach, caressing it like he used to do. “You looked so fucking hot with my baby inside of you.”
You couldnt help but smile, feeling your heart beat faster for him. “What about the mood swings?” He kissed behind your ear.
“Don’t mind them.” He kissed your jaw.
“My feet swell pretty bad.”
He kissed your cheek. “I give great foot rubs.”
“Cravings?”
“I’ll get you anything you want.” He placed the last kiss on the corner of your mouth, pulling back to stare into your eyes, wiping away any stray hairs that fell onto your face.
You sighed up at him. “You think we’re ready?”
He finally landed his kiss on your lips, breathing you in like you were a drug. “I know I am. So, what do you say, bébé?”
Kylian was the worlds best dad and even had three Father’s Day mugs to prove it. He was attentive and loving and caring and wanted nothing but the absolute best for his family. For your family.
“Let’s make a baby.” As soon as those words left your lips he kissed you deeply. You both smiled into the kiss, attempting to pucker but failing, eventually just giggling into each other, hugging tightly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”He hummed, standing up and shedding his joggers and boxers, revealing the main attraction.
God, the way you salivated at the sight of him was almost embarrassing. You’d worried about what marriage would do to your sex life, especially after having a baby, but Kylian always made you feel so sexy. He flirted with you constantly, found every possible way to make you squirm. You found that the longer your with him, the more things you discover about him that make you adore him more. Want him more.
You adjusted yourself as he slotted above you, your legs wrapped around his middle as you traced his collarbone. The shift from how the night started to now made your head spin. You couldn’t believe that you’d decided to start trying again out of the blue like this, but knew in your heart that you wanted this too.
He lined himself up, prodding you open slowly to let you adjust to his massive size.
“Oh, fuck Kylian.” You breathe, grabbing his face sweetly as your eyebrows knit together. He loved the faces you made when he was inside you — missionary being his favorite position.
He moved his hips until he was all the way in, waiting for your cue for him to continue. It didn’t take long, it never did. When you nodded at him, he began thrusting, his pace slow as if every movement was personal and meaningful. You loved the stretch he gave you, feeling every ridge, every curve.
This type of sex is Kylians favorite. Sure, he’ll take you roughly, spank you until he can see a mark. He loved the feeling of having his hand wrapped around your throat, or thrusting into you with such speed and force that it makes your legs wobble the next day. But something about the steady pace, the perfect rhythm, the eye contact, holding your hand, getting to kiss you like it would transfer the love he kept in his heart to yours... getting to take you in piece by piece was the most thrilling thing he’s found in his lifetime. Having the pleasure of holding your hand, listening to your whimpers and quiet “ah, ah”s was like a drug. He was undeniably addicted to you. Obsessed with every inch of your being. He couldn’t think of a more personal way to show the woman he loved how much he means to him. No amount of money could buy this type of intimacy.
“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles, reaching down to intertwine your hands, in need of feeling more of you. “I can’t imagine my life without you.” Your heart was melting at his words, his dilated pupils absorbing every inch of your face. His rhythm was hypnotic. Your needs begged for him to go faster, harder, to take you roughly… but your heart outweighed those thoughts. Though slow, it was the most romantic sex you’ve had in a while. “Cant believe I got you. I can’t believe I get to love you forever.”
He spoke sweetly, his breath fanning your face with his words and pants. The knot in your stomach tightened, making you squeeze your legs around his middle. “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” You whimpered, somehow forming coherent sentences through the intense pleasure. “I love you, Kylian.”
He slotted his face in your neck, breathing heavier than before, hoping your skin would muffle the sinful moan that erupted from his mouth. His thrusts kept the same speed, but faltered slightly. “God, bébé. I’m gonna cum.”
You hugged him tightly against you. “Me too.” The feeling of his pelvic bone continuously rubbing against your clit and the slight tug and push of his member inside of you was consuming your every sense. “Fuck, Kylian.”
You dig your teeth into the skin of his shoulder or else you’d have screamed in pleasure, waking up the innocent little toddler just a few rooms down. The knot popped, making your toes curl, the bliss of it all creating spots in your vision. You came hard as Kylians thrusts continued at a slightly faster pace.
He kissed your cheek, seeking his own release — it didn’t take long to find it upon feeling your walls quivering around him. “Ah, dieu.” He moaned. “I’m cumming.” He panted, hissing and squeezing your hand as he looked into your hooded eyes. He bit his lip hard to keep quiet, breathing harshly through his flared nostrils.
He came down, his arms giving way as he laid on top of you to catch his breath. He hugged you so close, kissing your lips sweetly. He lifted himself to stop crushing you, matching your smile before he began to slowly thrust again.
“Shit, Ky!” You whisper yell, gasping at the overstimulation.
He hissed but continued his movements. “Gotta make sure it sticks, bébé.”
After three more thrusts, he stops and pulls out of you gently, laying his exhausted body next to you. He dipped his hand down and held yours, bringing it to his face to kiss it and kept it held at his lips. He looked at you as if you were a queen, a goddess.
“You think Char will be happy if we give her a baby brother or sister?” You wonder, laying on your back because you read that staying there for fifteen minutes after sex heightens your chances of getting pregnant.
“I don’t know… eventually. I think she loves being spoiled.” He grinned. It was true, Charlotte squealed every-time Kylian got home with something for her. Whether it was cupcake or a a tiny Tiffany necklace, she loved getting gifts.
“And who’s fault is that?”
Kylian made a guilty whatever face. His favorite thing in the world was getting to spoil his petite princesse.
Kylian places your hand on his chest, just above his heart. The stare he gave you was weakening, dibilitating, so full of raw emotion. You felt it thumping under your palm, knowing he meant that his heart was in your hands. You leaned over and snuggled into his side, kissing his cheek and keeping your hand on his heart. His heart rate picked up instantly, earning an earth shattering, lovey dovey grin from you.
Whatever the future holds, the family you’ve created with Kylian stands on strong pillars of love and loyalty. Having someone who you can trust blindly is the key to a life full of wonderful moments, and Kylian takes on that role with pride — absolutely devoted to creating the happiest life for his two princesses. You and Charlotte really are the luckiest girls alive… and with the possible addition of another family member, you might just get even luckier.
A/N: wrote this between classes today to give y’all a little something because my school is nearing midterms so I gotta crack down with studying. Thanks for reading! Also I didn’t spell check or grammar check this very thoroughly so I apologize for any mistakes <3
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Can you do a Neymar fic where he calls her clingy behind her back and she overhears and changes
i'm done doing the "pairing, summary, cw" thing cause it's kinda obvious by the req! also i changed this into more of an argument LOL.
angst!! insecurity. mentions of past relationships were reader was cheated on.
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you and neymar had always been open about what you want out of your relationship, how you feel about certain things- etcetera.
you gave him your all- always making sure his jerseys were ready for whatever game he had next, making sure he had food to eat after practice, and letting your hearts beat together at night- him holding you close.
during practice season him, messi, and kylian would all carpool and switch off, this time in particular messi and kylian decided it best that they would come over after practice and play some fifa on the couch.
when neymar came in- you welcomed his friends and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
you were working on something on your laptop so you went straight back to the room and continued working on it.
after about half an hour you needed to use the bathroom which was directly across the hall from the living room, you sat your laptop on the bed and quietly made your way to the bathroom so as to not disrupt the guys.
once you'd done your business, you washed your hands and dried them.
"antonella wasn't able to be home last night so i woke up so late." you heard lionel's voice echo through the living room.
"i couldn't imagine having to go home to someone every single night and not be able to drop onto the bed and just fall asleep- i feel bad for you guys."
at this. neymar laughed loudly, "honestly, it becomes a lot- having to talk to them 24-7- especially y/n she's a little-"
"clingy?" lionel questioned. curious to where this was going.
you could've sworn your heart dropped- time seemed to slow down as you waited for his answer.
"extremely. she's just-" he also laughed and sighed at the same time. "not simple."
your heart dropped even further, your eyes brimming with tears. were you honestly that clingy? were you mistaking being caring with being a burden? were you really that bad? so bad that he had to talk about you like this while you were still in the house.
your ears were ringing, how many times had he spoken down on you like this without you knowing? so many questions and regrets.
your hand was still on the doorknob, if you left now he would know that you'd overheard and it would result in an awkward and insincere apology from him. but you couldn't just hideout in the bathroom.
you'd decided to leave the bathroom, trying to slip by as you did before- it went unnoticed by everyone in the room that you rushed past with your head down.
neymar was laughing for practically the rest of his friends visit before they'd decided to call it a night and head home.
you on the other hand were sat on the bed- laptop closed. your thoughts focused on only one thing.
the pressure in your throat builds as tears still stung at your eyes. every single betrayal came back crawling onto your shaken skin- every disloyal relationship, every time you'd been cheated on, thought of as lesser than, everytime you wanted to crawl out of your own skin, the skin that neymar had worshipped.
"she's just not simple."
you squeezed your eyes shut, you'd gotten too comfortable. you were torn back to those times where you were struck with someone elses dishonesty- poisoned by their greed. where those that you loved were too blind to see that your kindness was their stability. undermined, unworthy, and manipulated.
maybe you'd blown it out of proportion, he laughed when he said it- he must've not meant it. wether he was saying it to make his friends laugh or not- it had no other outcome than tears running down your cheeks, desperately trying to pull yourself together.
you looked at yourself in the mirror- you felt so stupid, so small, so insignificant like the life had been torn from you. didn't this go to show that you'd been to clingy? that you cared too much?
you heard his friends leave. you really had to get your shit together now.
you wiped your tears and walked to your armoire, folding the stray t-shirts that were spread over the inside.
in walked a straight faced neymar, who came up behind you to press a kiss to your cheek.
he grabbed a few of the shirts in the folding pile, trying to lessen the task for you- but in all honesty, what does he care? "i've got it, " you spoke without looking up at him.
he persisted, continuing to fold the shirts.
you hastily grabbed the shirts from his grasp, "i said i've got it."
he was caught off guard with the sudden attitude, he genuinely couldn't think of what he'd done to make you unhappy. "what's wrong meu amor?"
"nothing, just let me fold the clothes." you looked him in his eyes for the first time tonight and wondered how someone who looked at you so softly, like you were delicate pieces of china- could say belittling things about you knowing what you had gone through.
you wanted to blame him, you wanted to not internalize it and say it's his fault and not yours for the way that you let his words change your outlook on things, to change you.
"no tell me what's wrong." he began walking towards you, "i know somethings wrong."
you became angry, angry because you so badly wanted to breakdown into tears- curl into a ball and disappear, but his stupid, selfish, greedy words made you decide against it. "god neymar, drop it."
you prayed he would let you go to bed angry, and you'd wake up and act like nothing happened, but he couldn't think like that. "no." he furrowed his eyebrows, "what's gotten into you? is it because i didn't spend enough time with you? if it is then i'm s-"
you audibly laughed in his face, it was ironic. "no it's the opposite neymar, maybe i spend too much time with you."
he remained confused for a mere few seconds, before his mouth shut, he didn't know what to say. "y/n."
"i mean i guess i already got a head start to the clingy thing, i didn't make you dinner tonight was that better for you? did that make things easier?" you mockingly spoke. sure it was evil to shove this in his face but you were tired of being calm about this when you were so far from it.
"that's not what i meant. i didn't mean it like that." he stood on the other side of the bed from you, tears brimmed his eyes now. how could he have the capacity within himself to hurt the person who has saved him from darkness? why did he say things like that so spitefully when you were someone who had filled his lungs with air and left the kiss of the sun on his skin.
but you'd wonder what life would be like if you were an easy girl. if all those people from the past wouldn't have done those things to you, if neymar wouldn't feel sideways about you. this was rubbing away at a part of you, the giving part of you- you were running out of these kind gestures bit by bit, but what did it matter? he didnt care for them anyways right?
you didnt even realize you were crying nor did you realize he'd came up behind you and wiped your tears.
"no i'm sorry baby." he buried his head into your neck. "i'm so sorry."
your tears fell regardless. your heart rate still at an all time low. you didn't believe that he was truly sorry, he gave unsolicited backlash to your raw wounds and spoke so openly about it.
you freed yourself from his grasp, and began to pace around the room, "no." you wiped the tears with your hand that ran down your face. he refused to let you make these decisions blind with anger. he corned you, begging you to say something, to yell at him, to tell him that he's stupid. god anything. "i can't believe you embarrassed me like that."
"i know y/n. i know, i know, im sorry." he ran a hand through his hair.
"i have given you every part of me since i have loved you and for you to-" you spoke through sobs- sobs that tore the air from you, "god what were you thinking."
his heart broke with that last line, he knew what it meant. it meant something had changed for you, that something would never be the same and the scariest part was that he didn't know what it was.
"i wasnt thinking i don't know what i was saying, please forgive me baby please." he was breaking down now too.
"who's simple?" you asked, expressionless besides the tears that stained your cheeks.
"what?"
"was bruna simple?"
three words and his expression fell. now equally as hurt as you that you had to bring that up, you were both hurting so it resulted in hurting each other. his hand that was once reaching for your cheek now fell this his side as he ran a hand over his mouth. he was more speechless now than before.
you took heavy note of him taking more offense to the mention of his ex than his comments towards you. you knew you were in the wrong to bring it up, but didn't he deserve it?
"im going to stay with my sister tonight." you grabbed your car keys and left- nevermjnd the fact that you didn't have a spare change of clothes.
he stood, watching you leave- not preferring it but not objecting, just letting it happen.
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Neymar Jr Drabble
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summary: cute domestic fic of dentistry student reader and neymar because why not
pairing: fem! reader x neymar jr
words: 650
a/n: i dont even keep up with neymar but i saw fans were starving in the ff compartment so i whipped this up. also who do you think will win the world cup?
It was a chilly December day as the midday’s light sprawled across your books that were piling up on the table. Every inch of wood covered with texts, essays, flashcards, books and tools for your study session. Occasionally chills raised goosebumps on your skin, layers of clothing and blankets not stopping the cold from affecting you. Yet you enjoyed days like these. As hard as studying was, the relaxation of being at home and enjoying your own comfort was unmatched. You were humming your favourite song as you copied the last of the page’s information on restorative dental work when you heard the doorknob followed by the swinging of the door that lead to your study space at the end of the hall so that you could focus better.
‘Decided to finally get up?’ You joked, your nose still stuck in your book paying no regard to the person that had walked in.
‘Mhmm,’ he hummed softly, the floorboard squeaking beneath his steps as he walked towards you.
Neymar’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your back into his still warm chest, kissing your cheek repeatedly as you giggled. You patted his arm, turning around to kiss him properly.
‘You know, I’ve learned a lot of English since being with you,’ his deep voice sent vibrations down your spine.
‘Oh really?’
He spun your armchair around so that you were facing him. He lowered himself on his knees to be on your level, his warm eyes staring into yours.
‘It’s because of the lack of Portuguese you speak.’
‘I know,’ you protested with a pout, your hands finally letting go of your pen, reaching towards his face to cup it gently. ‘I know how to say some things though,’ you paused briefly, grinning at him. ‘Ainda me lembro do nosso primeiro beijo.’ [I still remember our first kiss.]
‘Oh meu deus [Oh my god],’ his face scrunched together the second you finished your sentence with a smile. A smile he so deeply loved. ‘That was so disgustingly corny yet adorable. Do it again.’
You could feel a warm flush on your cheeks as a small chuckle escaped your lips, ‘Ainda me lembro do nosso primeiro beijo.’ You repeated the same sentence slower, inching closer to his face as you spoke every word.
Heat arose from your stomach to your chest. His lips were getting closer and your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first kiss but his presence made you nervous like a little girl.
‘Seeing you sitting here like this makes me realise how much I love you and how attracted I am to you.’ He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes still carrying the sin from the previous night. ‘But the images of you bouncing on my cock last night are still driving me crazy,’
Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours, as his arms wrapped around you felt like a sin. His lips brushed against yours; softly, passionately. His hands cupped your face as his lips crashed into yours, lips plump and smooth against your own. His arms found themselves to your back, pulling you closer than was possible. You gently grabbed his jaw, slowly pulling away from the kiss, deep down not wanting to break apart from him.
‘Don’t distract me,’ you smiled at him, his face still in your hands.
‘I love that you are studying but technically you don’t have to. You know that, right? I’ve got you covered.’
‘Well I’m not like that,’ you snuck a quick kiss before twisting back the chair so you sat in front of your notes again. ‘Now leave. I have an exam coming up and if you want to be my future patient who’s satisfied with my service, you better leave me to study.’ You scolded.
‘Of course, Doctor.’
‘I love you.’
‘Eu te amo tanto.’ [I love you so much.]
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Delicate was soo good!!!
If you are considering writing smut again can you write some locker room smut with Neymar. Where its a bad result and you are his friend going to console him. You had a crush on him but didn't think he noticed, but he did and brought it up in the heat of the moment.
"Don't pretend to be all innocent and supportive now,only two minutes ago you were looking at me like a whore"
a/n: thank you for the insane reaction on delicate, and thank you for this amazing request, I really enjoyed writing it.
pairing: neymar jr x reader
warning: language, smut, degrading, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!)
wordcount: 2000
summary: you got caught staring at the hot footballer, by himself, and now you have to deal with the confrontation, which leads to a steamy scene in the locker room.
You don’t know where it went wrong.
The other minute PSG was still winning, leading 2-0 and now they’re being crushed by their opponents. The Parisian team surely looked upset. From your seat in the VIP area, you could see a lot of their faces, filled with joy only seconds ago, upstaged by the comeback of the other team.
When you saw your best friend, Neymar, you couldn’t stop your eyes from lingering a little too long on his body. You couldn’t help staring at his toned arms and muscular legs. You had seen him shirtless countless times, so you couldn’t help thinking about his abs. The thought of his six-pack also made you think about his v-line, which was every girl's dream.
This crush on your best friend was the saddest thing ever. You weren’t supposed to think about him in this way. But still, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You were supposed to be there for him, trying to support him from your seat in the stadium. You weren’t supposed to think about his delicious v-line.
But you really couldn’t help thinking about him. Imagening him making you feel so good, you knew he would. You had heard girls screaming his name when you crashed over after a party. You never knew why you chose to stay, but you guessed it was just to remind yourself that you’ll never have him.
You knew this wasn’t the time to torture yourself with the thought of that, so you focus on the game. The score was now 2-4 for the enemy. They were never coming back in the 2 minutes that were left. You had a little bit of hope when PSG earned a penalty, but they missed. In the injury time nothing happened either, the other team kept the ball in their possession, making sure not to give Paris Saint Germain another opportunity.
So they lost. When you heard the end whistle, you knew you would meet with a very grumpy Neymar after he changed. Shit, you two were supposed to grab dinner, guess that is not going to be fun. He walks off the field. In a matter of minutes later, you get a text from him.
neymar
Meet me in locker room 02
The spare locker room? What does he want to do there? But you decided not to question him, deciding to be a good friend and just be there for him. You went to the locker room and made your way through the security. That wasn’t hard since they were familiar with you. You quickly found the place and were greeted by a shirtless Neymar, his back facing you.
You admired his back muscles before he turned to you. You walk over to him and tried to comfort him.
“Hey,” you greeted him. “You did good! It was not your fault you lost!”
You tried to comfort him, seeing his saddened eyes and the slight pout of his mouth. He shakes off the hand you rested on his shoulder out of habit.
“Did you think I’d fall for your act?” He asked and all of a sudden he didn’t look dissatisfied with his loss today anymore. He looked rather upset, maybe even angry. He came closer to you, now you’re able to feel his breath on your skin. Your back touched the lockers behind you, and the feeling of the cold steel through your clothing makes you shiver.
You tried to answer but failed. You looked up at him, eyes wide open.
“Fucking answer me!” He yelled out. Out of reflex, you wanted to take a step back, but you couldn’t. Now you were fully pressed against the locker.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He lets out a dark chuckle. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
He comes closer again, now bringing his mouth to your ear. “Don’t you?”
You were stunned, your heart was beating fast because of the closeness of his body. Your breathing became rigged. “I don’t,” you say and your words shake. You felt clueless, not knowing what you did to him. You certainly knew what he did to you; you felt slightly turned on by feeling his heavy breathing in your neck and his body so close.
“Don’t act all innocent with me now, only 5 minutes ago you were looking at me like a fucking whore,” he said, his words shocking you. “Cause that is what you are, huh? You just want me so fucking bad, don’t you? Saw it on the field today, you couldn’t stop eyeing me, bêbe.”
You were stunned. Oh God, he knew. He noticed your longing glares, your stolen stares, and the way you kept looking at him.
“Is that what you want, anjo? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?” he said.
You couldn’t answer, was this real? Did he really ask you that? Fuck, where your fantasies about to come true? The million times you imagined it happen, you never imagined it in this setting. So sudden.
“Yes,” you let out shakenly. “Please.”
He let out a groan. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl. You’re going to let me take you right here, right now?”
You nodded. This was all the confirmation he needed. His hand kept your jaw and his other hand found his way to your ass skillfully. He brought his face close to yours and kissed you. His plumb lips felt so right on yours. But you both wanted more, so he softly bit your lip, asking you to open your mouth. You let him access your mouth and your tongues found their rhythm.
This was still not enough. Hungry mouths devouring each other was indeed not enough. Your body needed him, craved him even. Your hands tangle in his hair and you wrap your legs around him. This action caused him to move both his hands to your ass, squeezing it hard. You let out of soft moan due to his sudden touch.
After kissing for such a long while, you were out of breath. “Fuck, anjo, your little mouth drives me insane.”
You couldn’t bring out any words, almost feeling dumb and drunk by his passionate kiss. Instead of answering, you took off your football jersey with his name on it. You also got rid of your short mini skirt, which had ridden up due to his touch. Now you were standing in front of him, almost naked. Normally, with any other guy, you felt insecure. But with Neymar it was different. His dark, lust-filled eyes, were making you feel sexy and confident. The pure look of hunger on him made you feel better in your skin.
“Shit should’ve caught you looking way earlier. Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He got rid of his shirt too and stood in front of you with only his shorts on.
“Please, Neymar. Touch me. Fuck me.” You begged. You needed to feel him. The desire you felt, was new for you. Sure, you’ve been with other guys, but they never made you need them so badly. Never had made you so wet.
“So desperate for me. Such a slut, but just for me, huh?” He said while unclasping your bra and kissing down from your neck to your breasts. While one hand was fiddling with your left nipple, his mouth was working on your other boob.
You let out a low moan, not wanting anyone in a different room to hear. “Yes, only for you! Fuck Neymar, I need you.”
He chuckled again, and you whined when your nipple lost contact with his mouth. “Where do you need me, anjo? Tell me.”
Fuck it, if he wanted you to beg for it, you were going to beg for it. “Need you inside of me. So bad. Please.”
He could see that you were getting desperate, and cupped your pussy through your panties. He let out a strangled groan when he could feel that you were soaking. “Fuck, you really do. What do you want inside of you? My fingers maybe?”
“No! Please, your cock. I need you, Ney,” but when his name rolled off your tongue, it sounded more like a moan. You couldn’t help yourself from moaning because he touched your clit through your panties. “I wanted to take it slow with you, anjo. But you’re just so desperate for it, that I just might have to fuck the slut out of you.”
You nodded and let out another please. You were incredibly turned on and needy for him. But you knew he wanted it just as bad as you. You saw through his façade of dominance, trying to tease you into giving in. You didn’t want to play this game. Not now.
He walked to the bench in the middle of the room, laying you down. He took off your panties after searching for your permission and when you granted him that, he wasted no time. “You look so pretty like that, all spread out for me.”
He got tossed his shorts away somewhere and took off his boxers. His now visible erection stood up, and from the pre cum dripping off the tip, he was just as ready as you were. He got on top, caressing your body, showering it with affection and kisses. Touching you everywhere, but where you wanted him. After he planted a trail of kisses from your jaw to your stomach, you had enough.
“Neymar, please.”
“Alright, anjo. Will give you what you want.” He let out, his voice slightly shaking from the intense adrenaline. He aligned himself with your entrance and moved his tip teasingly over your folds. You moaned out, louder than you were supposed to.
Then he finally entered you, not fully yet, giving you time to adjust. You moan out at the feeling of him stretching you out. He moved his hips so he was fully inside of you. You had never felt so full, your walls squeezing him.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned, holding himself back from not slamming into you hard. He knew you were still adjusting. Neymar looked at you, trying to find your consent before he moved. You signaled to him that he could. He pulled out and when he entered you again you both let out a moan. The pleasure he was giving you was surreal.
He starts building his pace, finding a good rhythm. You were a moaning mess from him, gasping every time he entered you. Your nails were digging into his back, the pain only making him thrust harder. His hand found its way to your clit, rubbing circles in the same rhythm.
The pleasure you felt was more than what you ever felt before. Every sense of you was focused on him. The way he made you feel was the only thing on your mind. The pressure on your clit and him hitting the right spot with every thrust made you quickly build up an orgasm.
“Almost there,” you said, not being able to talk. It wasn’t necessary for you to tell him this, he could already tell by the way your walls were squeezing him, tighter than before. Your words did make him thrust harder, giving you more.
You felt your orgasm approaching and dug your nails into his back harder. He groaned out. You felt his pace getting sloppier too, chasing both your highs. “Come on, anjo. Give it to me,” he said, and that was all you needed to hear to finish. The orgasm rocked through your body and left you daze for a bit. He came quickly after you and when he pulled out for the last time, you couldn’t help but whine at the loss of contact.
“Fuck, you were such a good girl.” He praised you, and your heart fluttered. You looked at him, now sitting straight on the bench, not able to stand up yet. You were wondering where this would lead you two. There was no way things would ever go back to the way they were.
“Should’ve called you out for looking way earlier,” he said with a smile.
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Okay hear me out luv
after months of mutual pining, 2017!Neymar finally gets his hands on you, his french tutor, only to find out you’re refraining because your pathetic excuse of an ex had convinced you that ur not sexy nor good in bed. Now he can’t let you believe such absurdities, can he? You’re a literal goddess in his eyes, obsessing him without even trying, so he just has to softly fuck your ex’s words out of your mind, replacing them with his dirty but - oh so sweet ones
aka slightly dominant ney praising his princess and doing her nice and sweet to admittedly erase the memory of every other man she had before him ✨✨✨
#11. NEYMAR: LESSONS
SUMMARY: above
WARNINGS: filthy dirty smut (whole package literally)
PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader
"Neymar, are you even listening to me? What’s up with you today?", you asked softly, still raising your voice a little. Neymar dropped his pen and sighed out. "Just got a little distracted, I don’t know. Not in the mood today." It was quite obvious, his eyes kept on wandering up and down the upper half of your body. It was a hot summer day in Paris and you didn’t think of anything when you decided to wear something a little more revealing, but apparently, your student fought his thoughts about what he'd prefer to do with you. "Can we just a watch a movie or something?", Neymar suggested.
"I'm not getting paid for watching movies with you", you slightly giggled. Neymar got up from his chair and walked around your living room. "What if it’s a french movie? With portoguese subtitles", he answered, putting on his cutest smile. You thought about it for a second, but shook your head no. "Let’s just finish this task and we're done for today then I guess." Neymar let out a loud annoyed breath, but nodded. "Great. Let me just get another bottle of water. Would you like one too?", you said as you got up. You heard his footsteps following you to the kitchen. Taking out two small water bottles and closing the refrigerator, you suddenly felt two hands on your waist. He pulled you closer to his body and his hands started running up and down your sides. You were confused and shocked by his actions, but also too stunned to speak up. "You're doing this on purpose, aren’t you?", he whispered into your ear. Your body shivered as you felt his breath on your neck. "W-What? What am I doing?", you asked. Neymar again grabbed you by the waist and turned you around, so you were face to face. "The way you dress lately… how you look at me… you know you drive me insane", he whispered inbetween the kisses he placed on your neck. It felt so wrong, but so right. You knew you should pull away from him, but his lips on your body felt so good, making you feel so weak. He picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter, his lips crashing on yours, your tongues finding their own rhythm. Your body stiffed as his hands were roaming all around it. You felt his large hand making it’s way underneath your shirt. No lie, you enjoyed it, but quickly pulled away the moment he tried to reveal your breasts. "Stop Neymar, stop now", you finally exclaimed, slightly pushing him away from you. He threw you a confused look as you got down from the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through your hair, turning your back to him. "Did I do anything wrong?", he asked after a moment of silence.
You hated being so insecure about yourself and body, all thanks to your ex. He was your first boyfriend, you’ve been together for years before you found out he cheated on you countless times. Confronting him, he let you know he didn’t enjoy sleeping with you, saying you became boring throughout the years, you wouldn’t know how to do him right. Adding to that, he made you feel insecure about your body, pointing out every tiny flaw. All this lead to you becoming insecure about your body and abilities in bed.
Now how were you supposed to open up to the one and only Neymar Jr, who was used to having the most gorgeous and sexiest women? You were convinced you looked like a fucking joke next to them and you couldn’t please him the way he knew it. You wanted him, you really did. In fact, one of your biggest sexual fantasies was about to become reality, and now it was only you who stood in the way.
"No Ney, it’s not you. It’s me", you spoke up, turning around to him again, "Me and my little demons." Neymar finally understood what you were about when you looked down at your body as you mentioned your 'little demons'. "Oh God, no, please don’t tell me you're questioning your beauty." Your eyes wandered around the room, avoiding to look at him. "Why would you even think of yourself that way?"
"It’s not just that Neymar, I know I can’t give you what you need."
"Who said that?", he asked and you couldn’t hold back yourself from tearing up. "I don’t know why I'm telling you this right now, but okay. My ex cheated on me several times. According to him, I wasn't good enough, wasn’t able to satisfy him, I wasn’t sexy enough anyway. Now, please just finally drop it." He looked at you in disbelief as he took some steps forwards you. "No Ney, please", you tried to stop him, unsuccessfully. He wiped the tears from your cheeks. You looked up to him, your head cupped in his large soft hands. "Fuck this shit, fuck him. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me", he quietly spoke before you felt his passionate seducing kiss on your lips again. A thousand thoughts running through your mind, but you literally melt into his kiss and hands. He smiled as he pulled away, "I've been waiting for this so long." You smiled back, letting him you know you’ve been wanting this too. He picked you up bridal style, your arms wrapped around his neck. "What a gentleman", you chuckled.
"I'll show you what a real gentleman is", he smirked as he softly laid you down in your bed. The nervousness in you was rising, some negative thoughts still came through, but it was too late for you to stop now. All the kissing and touching made you want him even more, you practically needed him. His lips placing sweet kisses on your neck, his hands instantly went down your shirt. It was important for Neymar to make you feel secure and comfortable with him, so he slowly started massaging and squeezing your tits, listening to your quiet joyous moans, before he finally pulled your shirt up. You sat straight for a moment, throwing your shirt on the ground. His eyes lit up the moment he saw your breasts, covered in nothing but your black bra. He looked at you asking for allowance, you nodded as a reply. He took off your bra and started massaging one breast. You felt a tingling sensation the second he sucked on your other breast, his tongue flickering over your nipple. Your eyes met his as you looked down, his lust filled stare drove you insane. Neymar slowly kissed his way down to your stomach, sending shivers all over your body. He tugged on your shorts and you lift your hip up, letting him drag them down. "Baby.. you are.. you're fucking gorgeous", he said, his eyes going up and down your body. You noticed his huge bulge and sat up to look straight at it. "You want him, don't you?", he smirked. You nodded, looking him deeply into his eyes. He untied his belt and dragged down his jeans just a little bit. You waited for him to continue, but he stopped. "Your turn to take care of him", he mumbled. You pressed your lips together as you pulled down his jeans with his shorts. You swallowed hard the moment his big cock jumped up. The excitement rose, but so did the nervousness again. You knew exactly what he wanted to you do, but you were again doubting your abilities, which he immediately noticed. "Just try it. My turn to teach you", he smiled, his breath becoming heavier thinking of what a pleasure was expecting him. You deeply inhaled before you finally had his cock in your hands, repeatedly going up and down. Looking up at Neymar, you realised he needed more, so you carefully swirled your tongue around his tip. After teasing him a little, you slowly tried to take him all in - he was a little too big for you though. Moving back and forth, your hands found their way to his balls, squeezing and massaging them. Neymar let out a few moans and tilted his head back with his eyes closed, before he grabbed the back of your head and forced you to take his huge cock all in, making you gag. He moved his hips in his own rhythm, going faster, then slower again, thrusting in and out of your mouth. He pulled your on hair as he deeply thrusted in one last time before finally letting you pull away from him. You were trying to catch a breath, but he left you no time to do so. His hand wrapped around your neck with pressure, pushing you back onto the bed, spreading your legs for him and placing one last kiss on your cheek, he thrusted into you without any warning, making you moan out loud. "You okay?", he mumbled. "It hurts a little", you replied, a tiny tear rolling down your cheek. He could barely hear you since the hand on your neck applied even more pressure than before. "It’s supposed to", he smirked, deeply thrusting into you once more. Your whole body twitched, you pressed your lips together in order not to cry out. One of your hands hold onto his wrist that was on your neck, your other hand grabbed the bedsheets. Neymars eyes sparkled up watching you being all out of control and completely weak for him. He slowly started thrusting in and out of your throbbing cunt, rolling his eyes back in pleasure, feeling your walls tighten around him. Your whines turned into an uncontrollable mess of moans the moment his pace increased, hitting your point with every thrust. The pain you felt before changed into a tingling sensation of satisfaction.
"Is this good? Is this how my little pretty slut needs to get fucked, hm?", he gasped, slapping your cheek before putting pressure on your neck again. You were shocked at the slap on your face, you’ve never experienced such actions in bed before, but you had to admit you liked it. You enjoyed the feeling of being his little toy. "Mhm", you let out, your lips pressed together. You could barely keep your eyes open, tears slowly rolling down your blushed cheeks. Your whole body started pulling together, your legs got a little shaky. You were close to your climax and Neymar noticed that too, but he decided it wasn’t time for you yet. He suddenly pulled out and started stroking his cock, covered in your wetness. "Turn around, turn around", he demanded, "Ass up, face down." You did as he told you. He started teasing you by sliding his tip up and down your entrance. You pushed your butt closer to him, letting him know how impatient you were. He smirked, "Aw baby, you really wanna come for me don’t you?" You were so fed up with his teasing, you weren’t even able to answer. He spanked your ass. Once, twice, thrice. The sound of the slaps mixed with your crying moans echoed through the room. Your body twitched in pain, still you managed to look back at Neymar and show him you enjoyed it by putting on a filthy smile. He returned the smile and slowly put his huge cock into your wet little pussy, giving you time to adjust, knowing this position was way more intense. "Oh my god, oh my god, fuck", you squealed and let yourself fall. He got you back up by pulling on your hair, his other hand holding onto your waist as he thrusted in and out of you. Being aware of how you liked the spanking, he made sure to repeat his action every now and then. "Fuck, Neymar", you screamed out as your breath got heavier, your whole body shivered. "Yeah baby, scream my name, come for me", he said inbetween gasps. You felt him twitch inside of you, he was about to come too. His pace decreased, but he still managed to hit your spot hard enough. That was when you lost it all. You screamed in joy, you felt everything and nothing at the same time. He let out two loud moans as you felt his warm juice filling your inside. Gasping for air, he let his sweaty body drop right next to you. You turned around to lay on your back again, hiding your body under blankets. You couldn’t believe what just happened, but what was even more surprising for you - you loved it, you felt good doing it and you actually felt good about yourself. Neymar cleared his throat and smiled over to you, "I think I need those French lessons a little more often."
You chuckled, softly slapping his face before he pulled you closer to him and gave you another sweet kiss.
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ᥫ᭡Kisses.ᐟ ［Neymar x reader］
ᥫ᭡ summary cuddles and kisses is what you love being woken up for
ᥫ᭡ pairing neymar jr x reader
ᥫ᭡ warning nothing but
Being woken up is trash, especially when it’s weekend. But there is only one condition you allow to be woken up to; morning kisses.
You could feel his soft lips on yours, your lips between his. You just love that feeling. You tried to speak, but only a little squeak came out as you still felt his lips on yours. „Ney…” you murmured softly. This made him grab your hip and pull you even closer. You mumbled his name again „mhm“ he mumbled back while still kissing you.
You tried to answer, but soon his lips landed on your cheek, nibbling on it softly. „Ney… what are you doing“ you said while giggling softly. You loved every second of it and Neymar knew it. „Yes Meu anjo?“ he said while his voice got blocked by your cheek. He moved to your lips again, while you stroke his hair softly, letting out small, soft giggles. „you are so cute, you know that?“ you tried to say, but it as just a non understandable sentence.
He stoped kissing you and you both looked your eyes; he has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen…
He began to shift and cuddled his head into your neck. „thank you y/n. Você é a pessoa mais bonita do mundo“ he mumbled into your neck. Oops you thought, I just said that out loud (You are the most prettiest person in the world)
These are the moments you never thought would become reality. The moments you had only dreamed about, but when you met Neymar, he made those dreams become reality without knowing that what he does, is exactly what you want,
Him cuddling into you with his lips softly kissing you, with your hands around him; these moments…
…These moments where the ones who were worth it being woken up
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can u write something about Neymar begging reader to make tiktoks with him
#1. LAMBADA | Neymar Jr
Sorry if this is bad, didn’t write for such a long time
"God Ney, what are you doing?", you shouted out. You were in the bathroom getting ready for todays dinner when you heard the same song play over and over again. It was Lambada by Kaoma. Admittedly, you loved the song, but it started getting on your nerves after listening to it for probably the fifth or sixth time.
Neymar didn’t respond, so after putting on your red lipstick and quickly fixing your hair, you rushed out of the bathroom. You thought he fell asleep, which would be an explanation for the endless loop of the song. Slowly opening the bedroom door, you saw your boyfriend dancing around the room as he kept on turning around to check himself on his phone that seemed to record Neymars moves. Every time he faced his phone, he would stick his tongue out and do a little jump. Though you didn’t want to disturb his sweet dance session, you couldn’t hold back a giggle, which made him jump up and look back to you. He started laughing as well, then softly dragged you into the room. "TikTok huh?", you smiled. He nodded as the song continued to play. Neymar put one arm around your waist, his other hand intertwined with yours. The two of you slowly started moving back and forth with the rhythm. "But it’s not a song you dance to alone", he winked at you, a big grin appearing on his face. You shook your head from left to right, "I love our little dances but they're not going on TikTok." He pouted and repeatedly kissed your cheek. "Please, let’s just do it for fun. It’s not serious", he said in between the kisses.
"No Ney, no." You tried to free yourself from his grip, but he pulled you even closer. "And if we just do it for ourselves? Maybe you’ll like it and even let me post it", he smirked, looking you deeply in the eyes. You let out a sigh, "Fine." Neymar happily smiled and kissed your cheek once more before you found yourselves dancing around the room again. His arm around your hands, your hand intertwined with his and him singing along, you even forgot that you were being recorded. You were simply enjoying this sweet moment the two of you shared. At least until he picked you up bridal style and swung you around while shouting "Dançada lambada". You wrapped your hands around his neck and started laughing before getting lost in his beautiful sparkling eyes that gazed at you in absolute love and admiration. "Eu te amo", he mouthed and placed a short but loving kiss onto your lips.
"Post it", you mumbled as you rewatched the video countless times. "Really?", he made sure, his eyes widened in excitement. You nodded in agreement. Usually you didn’t like being posted that much since Neymar and you announced your relationship publicly not too long ago, but you weren’t able to take your eyes off the video. You were still nervous as you finally watched him posting it onto his TikTok. Neymar looked up at you, grabbing your hand while you were deeply breathing in. "Don’t worry meu amor, they’ll love you for bringing out my silly side." And he wasn’t wrong about that. His fans loved the video and were hoping for many more to come.
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so I finally decided to write something. sorry if this is cringe cus it's my first time writing something like this. also english isnt my first language.
i think neymar wouldn't do this irl it's just for the plot
pairings: neymar x reader
warnings: cuss words, angst, idk what else really
you and neymar had an argument on his game day and he blamed the loss on you- angst ending with fluff
I am sorry meu amor
you were currently in your office working, thinking about a stupid argument you had with neymar this morning.
"he is definitely flirting with you y/n" neymar said with anger in his voice. you couldn't believe he is making this an argument. "neymar, he is an old friend from school" you said almost yelling. "yeah just a friend, then why is he flirting with you?" he said. "neymar stop this. i cant have friends just because your fucking jealous even if a guy looks at me!" you said raising your voice. "he even has a wife and kids!" you said. "well I guess that still doesn't stop him from flirting with my girlfriend!" he yelled at you like it was your fault that the guy complimented your body. "i cant do this anymore. have a nice day." you said calmly. then you walked out of the house.
neymar had a game today. but you couldn't come because you had a lot of work. maybe it was better.
you entered the house and you immediately turned on the TV. you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote. you clicked the numbers of the sports channel. you saw that PSG is losing. you thought to your self, that if they are gonna loose, it is not gonna help with the situation between you and your boyfriend.
it was the end of the game and PSG lost. you decided to be nice to neymar and just forget about the argument.
"hi ney" you said as soon as you heard the door open. but you didn't receive an answer. "you did good" you said when you saw him coming into the kitchen. "no i didn't, in fact it's your fault" he said not even looking at you. you couldn't believe it. did he just blame the loss on you? "what?" was the only word that came out of your mouth. "yeah you heard me. if you didn't cause the stupid argument i wouldn't be mad and I would play better." he said. is he serious right now? he caused the whole argument and he dares to blame it on you. "neymar, you can't be fucking serious right now. you are blaming the argument that was caused by your stupid egoistic ass, on me?" you said raising your voice. you wanted to cry. it was stupid, but you wanted to. "i gave you everything. i find time just for your games to support you. i was there with you when you lost, when you won, when you were injured. i did everything just to make you happy and you reward me with this? i cant have friends! i don't remember the last time I went out! and it's just because of you!" you said while tears streamed down your face. neymar meanwhile realized that you were right. he tried to hug you but you stepped back. "dont try to say sorry to me right now." these were the last words you said before going to get your things. you weren't going anywhere, because you didn't have anywhere to go, but the guest room was empty, so that was going to be your room for a few days you thought.
when neymar went to sleep he didn't find you in bed. he was regretting what he said. you were right he was jealous even if a guy looked at you. it was because he couldn't even imagine the feeling of loosing you. he was scared you are gonna leave him cause he's not enough. that's why he was so overprotective. he didn't really sleep that night the feeling not having you beside him was absolutely terrible. he wanted to make it up to you.
you woke up really late. you didn't care about sleeping alone because neymar was traveling alot because of football, so you were used to sleeping alone for few days. you didn't want to meet him in the kitchen, but you didn't have any other option since you were starving. as you walked down the stairs your nose caught a beautiful smell of food being cooked. of course you wished to go downstairs hug him and have a breakfast with your boyfriend but you were pretty stubborn, well until you saw what he did. your heart immediately melted when you saw the biggest bouquet of flowers, few designer bags, your favourite snacks laying on the table. you went to neymar to hug him but he stopped you. "y/n i am so sorry for saying that last night. i am an complete idiot. i never want to experience a night without you again. i am so jealous just because the thought, of you, leaving me hurts. it's not because I think you would cheat, but because i dont know if i am enough for you. as you said, you did everything for me and you were here in every situation. i don't deserve you. i am sorry meu amor." he said while few tears fell from his beautiful eyes. of course you were gonna forgive him. you wiped away the tears and kissed him. "apology excepted" you said smiling. "and please never think like this about yourself again. you are more than enough. i love you so much." you said and kissed him once again. it was a long passionate kiss and you wished that could last forever.
this is horrible i am so sorry. plus there is probably alot of mistakes 🙈 if you like my writing you can write requests!
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OK HERE'S YOUR NEY REQUEST:
You know that drake song "childs play"? In the intro of the song a guy says something along the lines of "if your girl asks you to go to a nba game.. she is probably fcking some guy on that team". My idea for you: how would ney react to you asking him to acompany you to a man city game? Idk maybe mix in some sweet jealousy and him being excited when haaland loses?
Love ya take care xoxo
love love love you xx
I used to not understand anyone’s attraction to Neymar, bc he’s a bit older than me. but now, I get it, I really do.
2nd person pov
“Look what I got!” You smirked as you walked into the sitting room where your boyfriend, Neymar was lying on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
He quirked an eyebrow at you.
You flashed him two tickets, Manchester City vs. Arsenal.
“Come with me to the Man City game! They’re going to be playing in London, Emirates Stadium.” You begged.
Neymar sat up, his phone barely hanging onto the sofa.
“Why do you want to go watch this game? It’s just a regular premier league match.” Neymar questioned.
You rolled your eyes at his question.
“It’s going to be such a good match. Arteta, Jesus, and Zinchenko against their old team! And I finally get to see Haaland live!”
Neymar narrowed his eyes at the last part of your sentence.
“Haaland eh?”
You nodded enthusiastically, “He’s so good! Honestly better than Mbappe.”
Neymar furiously shook his head, “There is no youngster better than Kylian.”
You had to stop from laughing. It was clear he was a bit jealous.
“Whatever. So you coming? Or are you too jealous?”
His eyes bulged out of his sockets.
“I’m not jealous.”
You rolled your eyes at his clear lie before he pulled you to sit on the couch with him. He cupped your face, and kissed you deeply.
You pulled away at a loss for words, while he pulled away with a smirk.
“Still want to go to that match? We can just stay here you know…” He suggested.
It was your turn to smirk now.
“Of course! I spent a fortune on those tickets. Come on!” You had decided.
***
“Right here.” You gestured to a set of two seats in the fourth row.
Despite your wishes to wear a kit from one of the teams playing, your boyfriend had convinced you to wear one of his many Brazil hoodies. You wore a gray set of leggings underneath, paired with the viral ugg booties. Neymar on the other hand, wore a plain white hoodie with some branding, and tight black jeans with slight rips in them. He of course paired this with a baseball cap and some trendy Jordans.
Once a fashion icon, always a fashion icon.
You both sat down into your seats and got comfortable. The match was just about to start.
“I’m thirsty.” You whispered to Neymar, signaling for the bottle of water in his hand.
“Thirsty?” He smirked.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier we could’ve just stayed home in Paris an…” He began to say.
You slapped his leg and shot him a look, “Get your head out of the gutter idiot.”
“How am I supposed to when you’re sitting there looking like that in my sweatshirt?”
You rolled your eyes at his lack of self control.
Within a few minutes, the match had begun. Manchester City was very clearly dominating, as expected. Haaland had several chances courtesy De Bruyne but had been unlucky thus far.
Neymar had told you he’d be rooting for Arsenal. This was a bit strange to you because he’d never been an Arsenal supporter in the slightest. He claimed it was because Arsenal had a more overwhelming number of Brazilian players than Man City so he needed to support “his boys.” To you however, it just didn’t add up.
He was enjoying the game though. When Arsenal went up 1-0, thanks to a Jesus goal, his grin became wider. Neymar would constantly look over at you to see what you were thinking, what you were feeling.
Things changed however in the 86th minute, when Man City scored on a Haaland goal. Like many other away fans, the terrific strike brought you to your feet and you cheered as loud as possible, much to Neymar’s disappointment. You’d figured he was a bit jealous. And if he wanted to play this game, so be it.
“COME ON!” Cheers were heard all around you.
Neymar face curled up into a scowl as he watched you clap for Haaland’s goal. Once you finally sat back down, his arm was again around your waist, trying to bring you as close as possible to him. Your head rested on his shoulder while his head rested on yours.
“City’s gonna win.” You whispered to him.
“Not if my boys have a say in it.” He mumbled back, kissing your cheek.
You turned to face him and stuck your tongue out at his smug look.
Truth be told, on the inside, he was praying Arsenal didn’t lose. He couldn’t bear watch you cheer for City again.
In the 89th minute, his wish came true. City defender Nathan Ake was unable to track back fast enough, and was so match for Bukayo Saka who received the ball and banged it in the net.
Your mouth had fallen open, and Neymar had gone to his feet, cheering as loud as possible.
He looked down at you in your seat and shot you a wide smirk while you gave him a pissed look. He sat back down and grabbed your chin before kissing you again. The stadiums cameras had been able to find you two meanwhile.
After pulling away, you and Neymar had realised you were on the cameras (pretend they do this at the Emirates, idk if they do). You looked down and blushed while Neymar shot a wink at the camera.
Eventually, the cameras found someone else to bother and the match ended, with Arsenal winning. Neymar had a smug look on his face when you two were leaving the stadium.
“Just say it.” You sighed.
“Haaland was kind of invisible today, don’t you think?” He smirked.
“He still scored Ney.”
“Yeah but they lost.”
You shrugged your shoulders, “He’s still a star.”
Neymar furrowed his brow, “And me?”
His jealousy was insane.
You turned to face him, and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“You’ll always be my superstar.”
as a spurs supporter, writing abt an arsenal win was quite painful.
as a side note, thank u sm for ur requests! I’m writing them based on which ones I’m feeling! but at some point, they’ll all be done.
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🍶𓂃⭑ᜊ: TWO WORLDS II ft neymar jr
🍶𓂃⭑ᜊ an: As I promised! This is the second part of my Neymar's Instagram au fic, next episode would be the last one, perhaps a LONG TIMEJUMP hehe ;D
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fan1 why did she bother coming anyway? Isn't she busy???
fan2 EW SHE LOOKS UGLY ASL 😬
fan3 no shit, you are jealous cuz she had the beauty
fan4 this neymar fan is outta control, like grow tf up, that man ain't looking at your direction even if world's ending LMAO
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