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graneymar · 1 year

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Could you write neymar x reader

When neymar gets drunk and doesn't recognise reader so when she comes up to him to go home he backs up and shows his wedding ring while laudly saying "I'm a married man, HAPPILY MARRIED to a beautiful woman" and his teammates just laughing with reader 🌹🌹

#7. NEYMAR: DRUNK IN LOVE

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Neymar was celebrating his birthday in one of his favorite clubs in Paris. Since we got married, he barely went to parties, so the alcohol got to his head very fast.

"Y/N, do you know where Ney is? We wanted to say bye before leaving", Kylian said, Achraf beside him looking for Neymar. My eyes wandered through the club, but my husband was nowhere to be found. "I have no idea, Kyks, sorry", I shrugged, "But feel free to go. He'll probably doesn’t even notice." Achraf laughed, "Good luck taking his drunk ass home." We hugged and I watched them get out of the club. "No but seriously, where are Leo and Neymar? I haven’t seen them in about an hour", Antonella yawned. It was about 3am, some of his mates were already leaving or at least planning to - our husbands simply disappeared. "I'll go and look for them", I sighed. Marco and Sergio didn’t want me to walk through the crowded club alone, so they followed me around. I went upstairs as I remembered there was another dance floor aswell. This one was way more empty, probably because there was music you wouldn’t really party to. So even though it was quite dark in there, I immediately saw Neymar and Leo at the dance floor. The song 'Lambada' started playing and Neymar shouted, "Oh meu Deus!" He jokingly started swinging his hips to the rhythm, but to my surprise, he did pretty good, even in this state. Leo was laughing at Ney, but attempted to repeat his moves. Both of them were holding a bottle of champagne, taking some sips every now and then. Antonella, Marco, Sergio and me were observing them for a quite a while, until I realized his other mates found their way to us too. Marquinhos immediately recognised the song and ran up to Ney and Leo, joining their dance session.

We had a good laugh watching them, but I came to the decision that it was time to leave, especially when Antonella kept on yawning. I tapped on Neymars shoulder as he turned his back to me. He ignored my action and continued dancing. "Ney", I shouted out. Didn't he hear me or didn't he want to hear me? I softly dragged him back by his shoulder. "Come, let’s go home", I whispered into his hear. His eyebrows furrowed and he removed my hand from his shoulder. "Thank you, but no. I‘m a married man", he started as he put his hand up, shoving his wedding ring right into my face, "Happily married to the most beautiful woman. She’s the only one I'll go home to. Thanks for the offer though." I was absolutely perplexed. Was he so drunk he didn’t even recognise me? Walking back to Antonella and the rest of his mates, all of them were laughing. "At least you know he’s trustworthy", Sergio said and shrugged chuckling. "Yeah, I guess", I mumbled, unable to hold back a giggle.

The song ended and some lights were turned on. Marquinhos pointed at us standing in the corner. Neymars eyes sparkled up the moment he saw me. "Oh meu amor", Ney began as he finally made his way to us and hugged me, "You won't believe what happened!" I raised a brow at him, wanting him to continue. "Some bitch just came up to me while I was dancing. She tapped my shoulder but I ignored it, really. Then…", his eyes widened, his hand gestures getting wild, "Then she fucking pulled me back to herself and said, hey, let’s go home!" He was shocked, "Can you believe that?" I bit my lip, trying not to burst out into laughter, "And what did you say?" Neymar smiled, proud of himself.

"I help up my hand and went like no, thank you, I am happily married and my wife is the most beautiful." I nodded and grinned at the attitude he was telling his story with. "Actually, I wanted to tell her to run. I knew if you saw her trying to flirt with me, she'd lose her fucking head." I took his hand and dragged him out of the club. Luckily, the club wasn’t far from our home, so I decided we would just walk. "This bitch", Neymar mumbled looking around, "I'll tell you when I see her. Why would she even do that? Everyone knows I am married." I smiled as I stopped my walk and stood right in front of him. "Babe, that bitch was me. You can calm down now", I admit, placing a short kiss onto his lips. Neymar was visibly confused. "It was really you?"

"Mhm", I nodded. Neymar quietly laughed at himself. "Well, at least you know how smitten with you I am", he grinned and kissed my cheek. "Yeah, that’s exactly was Sergio said too."

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jdbellingham · 1 year

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The Deal (Part One - “I’ve never seen you look so sexy”)

a 10 Things I Hate About You inspired series featuring Jude Bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham(patrick verona) x reader(kat stratford)

summary: a new student arrives at Birmingham City Football Club Academy (BCFCA), Cameron Thomas, who sets his sights on y/n’s sister Caroline. unfortunately for him, Caroline cannot date until her so called “heinous bitch” of sister does. he sets out to do everything he can in order for that to happen, even if that means convincing the academy’s most well known player—Jude Bellingham.

note: here it is as promised. I hope this isn’t too boring

word count: 3k

warnings: sexual jokes (I don’t remember what I wrote), underwhelming lol

“How you doing?” Eric greeted as he approached Jude, who was sweating profusely from the practice he had just left.

Jude stared blankly at him, then turned to his teammates, giving them a look that said “Why the hell is he talking to me.”

Eric, used to being treated like the popular boy he was, felt slightly taken aback by the cold shoulder treatment; yet he managed to continue.

“I just bought a new lighter,” Eric said, trying to start a conversation while also taking a dig at the fact Jude was known for lighting the lawn of a school he had lost a match to in year 10.

“Do I know you?” Jude asked, bringing his water bottle to his lips and taking a long sip.

Eric stopped beating around the bush and began explaining, “You see that girl over there?”

Jude put down his bottle and looked over to where Eric was pointing before responding with a “Yeah,” his voice laden with indifference.

“That’s Y/n L/n,” Eric explained, and Jude gave him a look.

“She’s on my team you idiot,” Jude told him, Eric’s face immediately reddening.

“Right, sorry I forgot she was on Birmingham FC’s EFL team,” Eric reached for the back of his neck before he continued, “I want you to go out with her,”

Jude laughed, incredulous of how a boy he didn’t even know could walk up to him and order him around like that. He pondered for a moment if he should simply walk away and leave the conversation behind, but some small part of him was intrigued by what Eric had to say.

“Yeah, sure,” Jude responded sarcastically, shaking his head while his teammates howled with laughter.

“Look, I can’t take out her sister until Y/n starts dating,” Eric added, “You see, their dad is whacked out, he’s got this rule where his girls-

“That’s a touching story, really is. But it’s not my problem,” Jude cut him off before he could go into more detail, and began packing up his kit.

Nonetheless, Eric remained confident, “Would you be willing to make it your problem if I offered you some generous compensation?”

Jude paused, his eyes shifting back to Eric before he scoffed.

“You’re going to pay me to go out with some bird?” Jude raised his brows, before taking off his practice jersey and slinging it around his neck.

Eric hummed in agreement then Jude chuckled, his head dropping down to face the ground as he stuck his tongue into the side of the cheek.

Jude looked up again before asking “How much?”

He knew he didn’t need the money but what harm could it do? It wasn’t as if Y/n would actually let him take her on a date.

“20 euros,” Eric responded, and Jude scrunched his brows. That wasn’t worth his while.

“No shot,” Jude frowned, “That doesn’t even cover the cost of taking her to the movies,”

“Fine, 30,” Eric countered, crossing his arms.

“75, take it or leave it,” Jude’s voice flattened, he wasn’t going to waste his time doing this if it was for nothing.

“50,” Eric pushed, growing annoyed.

“100,” Jude countered, staring directly into his eyes.

“75,” Eric groaned, exasperation seeping into his voice, handing over the bills.

“Okay, deal,” Jude looked away from Eric and over to where Y/n was practicing her corner goals. She started from the lower left corner of the pitch and her foot lifted to the bottom of the ball, hitting it at the perfect angle and sending it smoothly into the upper right corner of the goal. He had always known that Y/n was good but he never said anything to her, knowing anything he said wouldn’t matter. They worked together smoothly without the unnecessary communication and chit chat, mutually understanding each other's style of play. They became nearly untouchable when put on the pitch together, Jude set her up for goals, getting the ball to her when he could, and Y/n would indefinitely score. And when Y/n was midfielder and Jude was center forward, they would still do the same thing, their roles simply switched. Jude wondered if their bond while playing would be affected by this stupid deal, but he had already started towards her so he wasn’t going to back out now.

“Hi there,” Jude greeted, and Y/n looked him up and down. Her eyes lingered a split second longer on his bare abdomen, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Move,” She ordered, looking away and focusing on the ball. Y/n took a moment to consider the alternate path of sending it into Jude’s crotch just for kicks, but decided against it, remembering the consequences of the last time she’d aimed for a males privates.

“What are you doing?” Jude asked, despite the fact he already knew.

Y/n didn’t respond, instead opting to make another corner kick.

“You already know that, what do you want,” She crossed her arms as the ball swished into the net of the goal.

“That’s certainly a way to get a guys attention,” Jude ignored her previous statement, his eyes focused on the ball she had once again managed to kick into the goal.

“Ah yes, my mission in life. Getting the attention of males,” Y/n agreed, before continuing, “And obviously it worked, seeing as you’re here,”

“The world makes sense again,” She plastered on a phony smile, walking over to get the ball. Jude laughing behind her as he followed, staying within her proximity as she went back to the bleachers to her kit.

“Pick you up on Friday then?” Jude asked, and Y/n responded without missing a beat.

“Oh right, Friday, uhuh,” She nodded, downing a gulp of water before she reached down to the hem of her jersey, pulling it above her head to reveal her sports bra which was damp with sweat. In her mind she wished she had just kicked the ball into Jude’s.

“I’ll take you places you’ve never seen before,” Jude’s brows went up and down and he stared at her back as she bent over to unlace her shoes. He was beginning to enjoy the banter, it was a nice change of pace from the silence broken by an occasional “nice”, “you did well”, or “good job” they usually shared.

“Oh? Like the theatre 4 miles away on Grant?” Y/n asked, unimpressed. She stood straight again, pulling off the light blue pre-wrap on her forehead.

“Do you even know what number I am?” Y/n questioned, eyeing Jude when she put her jersey into her kit.

“12,” Jude answered easily, “I know a lot more than you think,”

“Doubtful, very doubtful,” Y/n laughed, picking up her bag and walking away. For some strange reason, the refusal left Jude only more encouraged.

From a discreet spot in the bleachers, Cameron and Marcus watched the exchange and groaned.

“We are screwed,” Cameron whined, his hopes of dating Caroline felt like they’d be dashed.

“Hey I don’t want to hear that defeatist attitude,” Marcus demanded.

“We are screwed!” Cameron exclaimed, and Marcus nodded in approval.

“Better,”

Cameron had gone through the effort of becoming the practice partner of Caroline, Y/n’s sister, and talked to her only to find out that she could only date if Y/n did. Then he had managed to get the academy’s most affluent player to approach Jude (more like inceptioned him to), knowing he wouldn’t listen to Cameron himself—only for Jude to fail. If this didn’t work he had no other options left.

“If Jude can’t do this himself we need to help him,” Cameron finally spoke, looking to Marcus who hummed in agreement.

Cameron knew that Y/n was difficult, when he had spoken to Caroline she had explained that Y/n used to be popular, but at the end of year 11 something had flipped. It was like she was sick of it or something, and she began dedicating all her time to football. It paid off, she was one of the best strikers in the league, the men’s league she had somehow gotten into. She was so good that Birmingham Academy decided to put her on their EFL team, but of course it came with the price of her becoming a heinous bitch (Marcus’s words not Cameron’s).

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The next day Jude found Y/n on the football pitch during the free period they happened to share, and sat by her school bag watching as she did passing drills around a set of bright orange cones.

It was normal to see her at the pitch during the middle of the day, she was known for practicing every possible moment.

When she finally finished up and went to grab her water, she saw him staring at her.

“Nice passes,” Jude complimented before she could let out the string of complaints she probably had waiting to be let out. “You’re quick on your feet,”

“Are you following me?” Y/n scoffed, grabbing her water that was situated next to Jude.

“I was going to get my jacket, and saw you were practicing. I decided to come say hi,” Jude shrugged, feigning disinterest.

“Hi,” Y/n replied, obviously glaring at Jude.

“Not a talker, huh?” Jude remarked watching as Y/n began changing. She didn’t quite care that he was there, letting him watch as she switched her athletic shirt for a tank top. However he averted his gaze when Y/n switched her soccer shorts for denim ones.

“Depends on the topic,” She replied, “Passing drills don’t exactly whip me into a verbal frenzy,”

“You’re not afraid of me are you,” Jude said, half a question half a statement.

“Why would I be afraid of you,” Y/n laughed, folding her clothes and putting them into her bag.

“According to popular belief, I lit a school on fire because I was a sore loser. So most people are,” Jude replied, standing up.

“Well I’m not,” Y/n responded, slinging the bag over her shoulders. She noticed how Jude had purposefully shifted to block her from exiting the field.

“Well maybe you’re not afraid me but I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked,” Jude suggested smiling coyly.

“Am I that transparent?” Y/n asked, acting shocked. “I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby,” She groaned while rolling her eyes, and Jude found his smile growing wider, his laugh genuine.

Y/n pushed past him and out of the football pitch, and Jude let her. He stared as she walked away, realizing that he had grown a liking to her. When she was finally out of sight he shook his head, wondering how on earth he had managed to start fancying the most out of control girl he had ever met.

˚ ✧ ˚

“We know what you’re trying to do with Y/n L/n,” Cameron said over the loud commotion of the craft room, Marcus nudging him forward.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Jude replied unfazed, continuing to saw away at a piece of wood.

“We want to help,” Cameron replied, and Jude’s eyes didn’t budge from the wood.

“And why is that?” Jude inquired, finally giving the pair a glance.

“The deal is that my friend here has a major jones for Caroline L/n,” Marcus paused, waiting for Jude to say something.

“What is it with that girl?” Jude muttered, it seemed as if everyone wanted a piece of her.

“I uh, I think I speak correctly when I say Cameron’s love is pure, purer than let’s say Eric’s,” Marcus continued, to which Jude answered.

“Look I’m in this for the cash, Eric can plow whoever he wants,”

“Okay there will be no plowing,” Cameron interjected, getting heated. Jude sniggered under his breath at the year 12 boy.

“Jude, let me clear one thing up—we set this whole thing up so Cameron, yeah Cameron, could get Caroline. Eric’s just a pawn,” Marcus elaborated.

“So you’re going to help me tame the wild beast?” Jude quirked a brow, and glanced over at the duo again.

“Absolutely. We’ll do research, find out what she likes and get back to you. We’re your guys,” Marcus smiled, grabbing Cameron’s shoulder who added:

“In a strictly non group of arsonist buddies type of way,”

Jude stared at Cameron, not sure whether to laugh or punch him.

“Uh, sorry. Now, Friday night Bogey Lowenstein is having a party. Perfect opportunity,” Marcus shifted the conversation before Jude could react.

“Perfect opportunity for what?” Jude asked, his full attention now on Marcus.

“For you to take out Y/n,” Marcus gave a doubtful look.

“I’ll think about it,” Jude replied, though he had already made up his mind.

˚ ✧ ˚

Marcus and Cameron arrived at the locker room Jude had told them too, Cameron having just snooped through Y/n’s dorm with the help of Caroline.

Jude arrived shortly thereafter, out of breath from running there after his practice ended.

“So what have you got for me?” Jude asked, his hands at his sides, chest going up and down as he panted.

“A little insight into a very complicated girl,” Cameron replied, crossing his arms and leaning into a locker.

“All right, first thing. Y/n hates chapped lips,” Cameron cleared his throat, looking at Jude’s lips which were thoroughly dry.

“So you’re telling me I use chapstick,” Jude raised his brows, subconsciously licking his lips.

“Yes, well—just for now,” Marcus explained.

“And um, here’s another problem, Caroline says Y/n likes pretty guys,” Cameron added, looking from Marcus back to Jude.

Jude stared blankly at the two for a few moments before saying “Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?”

“He’s very pretty!” Marcus immediately countered, and Cameron followed with a “Yeah yeah I just wasn’t sure—I didn’t know,” the pair of them playing it off.

Jude visibly relaxed, and Cameron took it as a sign for him to continue. “Alright, uh yeah, okay here’s this,” Cameron reached into his back pocket and pulled out a list.

“Likes: Thai food, feminist prose, and angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion. Here’s a list of CDs she has in her dorm,” Cameron handed the list over.

“So I’m supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to girls who can’t play their instruments right?” Jude remarked sardonically.

“Have you ever been to Club Skunk? Her favorite band is playing there tomorrow night,” Marcus answered, and Jude’s face paled.

“I cannot be caught at Club Skunk, alright?” Jude pursed his lips into a thin line.

“But she’ll be there, she’s got tickets,” Cameron pushed back.

“Assail your ears for one night,” Marcus joined in, and Jude caved.

Dear lord what had he gotten himself into.

˚ ✧ ˚

Jude arrived at Club Skunk, not quite believing that he was spending his evening at a club full of girls. He pushed his way through the crowd, the music growing louder the further he got into the club.

Eventually he spotted Y/n, who was dancing in a black spaghetti strapped satin dress. He smiled at the sight, and stared as Y/n began laughing with a friend.

He found himself fixated on her, this was a side of Y/n he had never once seen revealed before. And he liked it.

His dark doe eyes filled with adoration as Y/n smiled brightly and cheered when the song changed, before he came to his senses and went to the bar, knowing she would eventually come there.

“Bellingham! What are you doing here tonight?” Huxley, the bartender, greeted. He knew Jude and his mates from his days at the local pub.

“Oh you know, just here for the girl,” Bellingham grinned, then asked for water.

A good few minutes later, Y/n came up to the bar, asking Huxley for 2 waters. As she stood there waiting she glanced to the side, noticing Jude sitting at a stool, inconspicuously staring at the band on stage.

She immediately frowned, and after paying for the drinks she approached him.

“If you’re planning on asking me out again you might as well get it over with,” She said loudly, barely audible over the noise of the club.

“Do you mind? You’re kind of ruining this for me,” Jude said right as she finished talking, and Y/n raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Your lips aren’t as chapped as they usually are,” Y/n noticed, changing the subject.

“I know, I started using chapstick, it was about time I got a tube,” Jude replied, continuing to act nonchalant when he knew he was an imposter in this club.

“You think?” Y/n laughed, her eyes focused on Jude’s mouth.

“You know these guys are no Bikini Kill or the Raincoats,” Jude remarked, bringing up other musicians he knew Y/n liked, adding “But they’re not bad,” before he stood up and started walking away.

Y/n’s smile stuck to her face, but it was a puzzled one, she stood fixated to her spot for a second before she ran to catch up to Jude.

“You know who the Raincoats are?” She demanded, her eyes squinted in puzzlement.

“Why, don’t you?” Jude shot back, pretending as if it was the most obvious thing in the world for him to know who they were.

A series of fed up expressions crossed Y/n’s face, and Jude proceeded to keep talking as the song currently played ended.

“You know I was watching you out there,” Jude commented, his voice straining to be heard over the music, “I’ve never seen you look so sexy,” The second part came out just as the song finished, and the whole club heard and began laughing.

Y/n let out a chuckle, beaming at Jude. Jude’s head leaned low, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to kiss her before he pulled his head a bit back.

“Come to Bogey’s party with me,” Jude suggested, and Y/n moved her head from side to side.

“You never give up, do you?”

“Was that a yes?” Jude asked, voice loud again as a new band started playing.

“No,” Y/n shouted, walking away.

“Was that a no?” Jude yelled after her, keeping his gaze focused on her as she disappeared into the crowd.

“No!” Y/n replied, and Jude’s lips pulled upward into the largest smile he’d ever had.

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co6kiesvr · 1 year

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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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mrs-santoss · 1 year

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Can I give you a Hickey? - Neymar imagine

Summary: Can you do one where while they are lying in bed y/n sees a TikTok of a couple and the guy has a lot of hickeys on his neck, and then y/n turns to Neymar and asks if she can give him a hickey? We were laying on our bed cuddling, going through our phones. I laid my head on Ney's chest scrolling through TikTok. Sometimes, I would replay a funny or cute video to show my boyfriend, he did the same. I stumbled upon a couple's video, they were doing a TikTok trend. It reminded me of Ney and me, we do a lot of TikToks together, we just don't post them. The couple were dancing and they looked so cute together. I saw a few hickeys on the guys neck, it looked very hot. I read some of the comments, most of them were saying how 'hot' or 'sexy' the hickeys look on the guy, it's like marking your territory. Because the video was repeating itself as I was going through the comments, the repeated sound caught Neymar's attention. "What are you looking at over and over, bebê?" he asks kissing my head. I had an idea in mind. "This couple's dancing TikTok. They look very cute together, and also hot" "Is that soo? Let me see." Neymar looked at the video and smiled, and went back to his phone. I lift up my head from his chest looking at him. "Can I give you a hickey?" "What?" he chuckled. "Come on, it would look hot on you... Anddd It would let all those girls that want you know that you're taken, and you're mine." I wink at him. "I am yours, whether I have a hickey or n-" Neymar couldn't even finish his sentence because I connected my lips with his neck, sucking on his sensitive spot. "Uhh, yeah keep doing that, you need to mark you territory" He is enjoying it very much, I keep sucking and kissing his skin from behind his ear to his collar bone. He has his eyes closed in pleasure. He traveled his hands to my butt, squeezing it. "Oh, bebê. I love you." I lift my head to look at what I've done, I did a huge red mark on him. I smirked at him, waiting for his reaction. "It looks hot on you, Ney. It turns me on" He grabs my hips putting me on top of him. He puts his hands under my shirt, squeezing my boobs. I reach over and kiss his lips. "Good, now let me mark you as mine."

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footballandfics · 1 year

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sweet coco

Request: Reader gets a cat which Neymar say he hates but she catches him cuddling and sweet talking to it.

“this thing hates me” you looked at your boyfriend surprised with what he said , coco loves everyone it’s him who keeps his distance away from the beautiful cat.

“First his name is coco and he is just looking at you, what are you talking about?” shaking your head while you go to pet coco as much as he allows you, cats get easily annoyed so you don’t want him to bite you. even if he does it playfully.

“will how he stares at me is different from how he stares at you, you he has this cute eyes and me it looks like he’ll kill me” Neymar continues on and on about how coco prefers you more than him.

“of course he does I feed him play with him and pet him , you just stare at him” now you’re holding coco closer to Neymar “look how cute he is , how dare you not liking him? He’s so sweet”.

Now it’s Neymar who went aways “he likes you because you’re a girl” you laughed about what he’s saying and how ridicules it is “yeah sure that’s the reason why” you said to humor him and put coco down .

“look I need to go now , lucy is waiting for me please take care of coco while I’m gone” you hugged your now grumpy boyfriend “look at me promise me you’ll take care of him” now one of your hands in his hair and you look at him.

“I promise you but I’m not happy with it” you laugh and kiss him goodbye; you don’t want to be late. Took what you needed and went out. You know Neymar loves coco he just didn’t realize it yet.

“stop looking at me weirdo” Neymar said to coco while thinking of what to do . he started a movie on the tv and sits quietly looking every now and then at coco to make sure he is okay.

He was extra focused with the movie then he felt coco caressing his face and head on his ankle , he looked down at him “what do you want?” coco started mewing at him .

“you just ate I saw y/n feeding you” he holds him up with one hand closer to his face and looks at him “she might be right you kind of cute” Neymar puts coco next to him at the couch and pets him every now and then.

You came back few hours later to a quiet house “Ney sweetie I’m back” closing the door behind you, looking around till you get to the living room and for your surprise Neymar was sleeping at the couch and coco was sleeping right next to him they’re almost cuddle. What you see really warms your heart , you take a few photos because you know Neymar would never admit to what you saw now and it’s a beautiful memory for you.

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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Who's Most Likely? - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Summary: PSG's Youtube channel decides to test Y/N's, Kylian's and Neymar's friendship with a quiz that will lead to some cute moments. Their video also reveals something that will change Y/N's and Kylian's life forever. Warning: fluff and light emotional moment. Word Count: 4.3k

Y/N sat in between her two dorky best friends, ready to film a video for the team's Youtube channel. She felt kind of nervous because that was her first time on camera with the guys since they became close friends. When Y/N started her job at PSG as the assistant coach after moving to Paris, she didn't have any friends. She grew close with the guys during training days, lunch breaks or when traveling with the team.

As their relationship progressed, they started hanging out outside of work to the point where it's normal for them to drive to one another's house and just hang out all day or sleepover. However, Y/N always felt a stronger connection with Kylian but she never acted on it, afraid she would ruin the friendship. Besides, she was the person Kylian would talk to about a girl he would date or hook up with, this confirmed to Y/N that he only sees her as a sister. He was physically affectionate towards her, hugging her when laughing, kissing her forehead when saying good morning or goodbye at training, but she never took it as a sign considering Neymar's has the same attitude towards her. That's just their friendship behavior.

People seemed to notice their friendship since the beginning, especially after the paparazzi photos of them entering clubs at night, chasing each other in the training field. They all posted each other on their stories regularly when they would scare each other or catch someone sleeping in unusual places. Birthday posts for each other also contained a lot of detailed wishes, indicating they know each other on personal notes.

"Okay, we will start shooting in a second once the lighting is fixed, get ready everyone." The man behind the camera shout out, Y/N shifted in her seat a little bit out of nervousness.

"Don't be nervous, we'll have fun." Kylian noticed her and placed a hand on her thigh, making her shiver from the skin contact because she was wearing a dress.

"I know, but, I'm just a little nervous. It's the first time we talk about each other on camera, Ky."

"Let's make a bet, guys. Whoever loses this game is going to do whatever the winner will tell them to do for 24 hours." Neymar said, catching Kylian's and Y/N's attention.

"Yeah, that sounds fun, I'm in."

"Yeah, me too, because I just KNOW I'm going to win. I know you boys like the back of my hand."

They all shook hands on it, laughing at their dumb bet. The man behind the camera caught their attention again, starting the count down for record.

The video started with them trying to keep a serious face but failing and laughing at each other when they would each introduce themselves. These bloopers cuts were funny so they made it in the final video as the intro.

"Okay, for the third time. Hi, I'm Neymar." He smiled and looked at Y/N for her to continue.

"Hi guys, I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"Hello, I'm Kylian Mbappe and we are about to do a friendship quiz game to test how well we know each other." Kylian smiled and the video slid to Y/N's words.

"The first round consists of a couple of questions about each of us and we'll have to write down the answer in our white boards. Who ever gets the question right, gets a point."

They all looked at the screen behind the camera that showed them the first question, Y/N read it out loud for the video.

"What is Neymar's first tattoo?"

They all wrote down their answers. Y/N smiled while writing it because she was confident in her answer, Kylian seemed sceptical with his answer. They all turned around their boards and Y/N raised her hands in the air, laughing, after seeing she wrote down the same answer Neymar did for himself.

"YES, I knew it. It was your mom's and sister's name."

Kylian on the other hand wrote down something random, hoping he would randomly guess it right. The next question was read by Neymar.

"Which club did Kylian Mbappe play for first?"

Both Y/N and Neymar were confident in their answer because it was pretty obvious. Once the boards were turned around, they all revealed the right answer. Kylian read the next question.

"What was Y/N's first job?"

Y/N smiled at the flashbacks of her first job. She used to be a bartender while she was in college. She was sure Kylian would get this question right because a memory from their first months of their friendship popped into her mind. That night, she sat with Kylian in the balcony of his apartment, talking about her life while sitting on a couch under the same blanket with him while Neymar was fast asleep in the living room. That was the exact moment she realized her feelings towards Kylian, especially after she fell asleep with her head on his chest.

They all turned their boards around once again and Kylian did his significant laugh after getting the questions right.

"I got it right. Btw, you suck, Ney." Neymar reached over to Kylian to lightly smack his head with the board and Kylian hid his head behind Y/N's shoulder, making her laugh along.

"Okay, that's enough, you two." Y/N placed her arms on both of their shoulders, pretending to separate a fight.

There were a few more other questions and Kylian got most of them right, putting him in the lead. The last question caused Y/N to momentarily zone out and blush. Neymar read the question.

"Where does Y/N see herself in five years?"

This was such a specific question she, herself, didn't even know the right answer to. A lot of things went through her mind, trying to write down the closest right answer. She considered her career, her family goals and that's where she stopped. A family. She always wanted to create a family and have her first kid in her mid twenties. Being a mom was always one of her aspirations. She hesitantly wrote down 'being a mom' and held the board close to her chest, waiting her the guys to reveal theirs.

Both of them wrote down something different. Neymar wrote 'traveling the world', earning a 'uuu, interesting' from Y/N and Kylian wrote 'being successful'. Seeing that the guys went in a completely different direction, she regretted what she wrote but slowly revealed the right answer.

She looked at Kylian who smiled warmly at her, making her more comfortable. Neymar awed and wrapped his arm around Y/N' shoulder.

"That's a good one. Being a parent is the best feelings ever." Neymar said with a passion.

Kylian was still quiet, staring at Y/N with admiration. He looked like he was daydreaming about something.

"I'm sure, you'll be an amazing mom" Kylian's words came out in a whisper and Y/N smiled at him. Y/N's feelings of wanting to be a mom grew more in that second. A quick family picture of her, Kylian and a small little baby flashed in front of her eyes.

"Alright, the last round is the 'Who's most likely' game. This round doesn't really determine a winner, so we'll just have fun with it." Neymar's words brought Y/N and Kylian back to reality, making them break the loving eye contact and look at him.

"And since Kylian got the most right answers on the previous round, we'll consider him the winner." Y/N said and Kylian proudly smiled, raising his hands in the air.

A man came from behind the camera and handed each of them three cardboards with their names, so they can reveal their answer by showing a card.

"Alright, who's most likely to be late for work?" Y/N read the question at loud and all of them showed the card with Neymar's name. He had to admit this himself because of all the scolding he receives from his friends.

"Who's most likely to have a crush on someone from work?"

Y/N froze, feeling like the question was directed towards her. No matter how much she tried to play it cool, she failed because of how Neymar looked at her and Kylian, smirking like an idiot.

Kylian and Y/N blushed, looking away from each other. "Come on, guys, we all know the answer to that one," Neymar said, laughing.

"Can I raise two cards?" He proudly said and raised the cards with Y/N's and Kylian's name.

Kylian slightly coughed and looked at him, giving him a death glare. Y/N was unable to give an answer because the tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Come on, man. Just because you have a girlfriend, doesn't mean we have crushes from work." After Kylian said those words, he realized how ridiculous and stupid that answer was.

"Yeah... Yeah," Y/N said, chuckling. " I don't really have an answer for this one, but I'll just say Ky."

"I'll say Y/N too, even though you haven't told us about any crushes." They all laughed, but Y/N and Kylian were a little too loud.

Another question showed up on the screen behind them and Y/N wasted no time to read it so they could move on from the uncomfortable situation. Kylian thought the same thing because he read the question with Y/N simultaneously. He stopped mid sentence and smiled at her, motioning for her to continue.

“Who’s most likely to get jealous easily?” “NEYMAR!” Y/N and Kylian said in an unbothered tone. They all laughed at their response, remembering all the times when Neymar would vent to them about a jealous situation with his girlfriend. “Alright, alright. Guilty as charged!” Neymar playfully raised his hands in the air. ”Next question, who’s most likely to say “I’m sorry” more often?”

The guys looked at Y/N direction and then gave each other an agreeing look. They both showed the card with Y/N’s name. Y/N knows that she over-apologizes a lot because she is more self aware than most people are, and she addresses situations honestly regardless of her own pride.

“Yeah, that’s true. I’m a people pleaser and I tend to apologize about everything, even the things I don’t have power over, honestly.” Kylian looked at her, admiring her. He knew this was one of her personality traits and he tries to ask as little favors from her as possible because she always goes out of her way to make people happy. Anytime he asks her to do a small thing for her, he feels like he’s taking advantage of her precious soul.

“Yeah, you do that a lot. You need to stop doing it with me… I mean us, though.” Kylian stuttered while talking, making Neymar chuckle.

“Who’s most likely to fall in love at first sight?” Neymar read the question and waited for them to react first.

Y/N could swear she felt Kylian brush his shoulder against her, but didn’t dare to look at her. He smiled and raised the card with his name and didn’t say anything. The whole situation felt like a dream to her because she was sure Kylian only saw her as a friend. Neymar raised the card with Kylian’s name too. Y/N thought of doing the same so it would seem like she’s only repeating their answers but she didn’t. She took a chance to give Kylian an indirect signal that, in fact, she is the one who fell in love at first sight. She slowly raised the card with her name and smiled, trying to hide the fact that her hands were shaking.

“Hmm, is there anything you guys would like to SHARE with your other FRIEND?” Neymar pretended to be mad and unaware of the meaning behind their answers. He actually knew exactly what they were saying. He felt a connection between them since they first started hanging out together. He kept his thoughts a secret, not wanting to intervene in their love story, because he found it very pure and innocent.

Kylian and Y/N both laughed, unsure of what to do next after their ‘confessions’. As if on cue, the director gave them the signal to give their outros, letting them know the video is over. Y/N took over the outro.

“So, this is everything we have for you today. I hope you enjoyed the video and we proudly announce that Kylian is the most true friend because he guessed most of the questions right.” They all chuckled and Kylian put a hand around her shoulder.”Thank you to everyone for watching, we’ll see you next time. Have a nice day.”

Neymar also wrapped his arm around Y/N and they waved at the camera in a group hug, yelling ‘bye’.

“That was FUN!” Neymar said and looked at his two best friends, winking at them. “Let’s go grab lunch.”

Y/N and Kylian followed behind Neymar, staring at each other from time to time and smiling. Kylian placed a quick kiss on Y/N’s forehead and walked with his hand around her shoulder. This would normally cause the people to turn their heads and take a look, but this was already a typical behavior between the all three of them, even though Kylian and Y/N felt a spark anytime they had a physical touch moment. Sometimes, Kylian would get jealous if Y/N would fall asleep on Neymar’s shoulder on the plane because he always wants to have her close to him.

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After the video was uploaded to YouTube, the fans immediately noticed the flirty moments between Kylian and Y/N. They commented on the video, asking if the two were secretly dating or if there was something more between them. Kylian and Y/N avoided the conversation about the video as much as possible. It wasn’t unusual for them to see fan edits about them being a couple before they did the Youtube video. People speculated about their relationship by referring to their Instagram stories featuring each other or paparazzi photos that caught them hugging during practice. There was even a trending Twitter hashtag that said ‘#KyY/N’.Twitter was filled with posts that stated different conspiracy theories about how they’ve been together for years now or they are already married.

Y/N was laying on the couch at Neymar’s place while Neymar sat next to her head with his feet on the table, playing Fifa. They were waiting for Kylian to arrive at the movie night they planned yesterday.

“Y/N” Neymar spoke while staring at the TV. “Hmm?” Y/N hummed, not paying full attention to Neymar and still scrolled on her phone. “Why don’t you admit to Kylian that you’re in love with him?” Even though Neymar said is to casually, his words caused Y/N to shoot right up and look at him. “What? What.. What do you mean?” The first thing that went through her mind was change. She felt scared of how her feelings could cause things to change between them, especially if Kylian decides to stay away from her once he finds out.

“Y/N, honey. It’s pretty clear to everyone. You always feel shy around him and anytime you stare at him you get distracted and look like a creepy person in love.”

She chuckled at his words, still unable to process the fact that Neymar made it clear to her how bad she hid her feelings this whole time.” And, uh, by everyone, do you also mean Kylian?” “I don’t know if he knows, sweetheart. But, you have to talk to him anytime soon, you can’t hide it from him anymore.”

“Ney, It's easy to say that. But, what if he doesn’t feel the same way and things get weird between us and we lose our friendship because of this?” Y/N sighed and plopped her head back on the pillow and Neymar placed a on her head, stroking her hair.

"That's just a risk you'll have to take, honey. Do you love him?"

"That's not the issue, my feelings are not the issue here.”

"Yeah, but It's also hard to move on knowing it could've worked out if you confessed to him, do you ever think that? It's not just the lost relationships that hurt, also the missed chances hurt the same."

A knock on the door stopped their conversation, Kylian was here. Y/N went to open the door and let Kylian inside.

“Hi, sweetheart.”He hugged her and kissed her forehead.

“Hey, Ky. What took you so long?”

“Ugh, I had to stop by an-” Kylian was stopped mid sentence by Neymar who came to the door before Y/N could shut it close. “Hey, guys. I have an important thing to finish right now, but don’t worry I’ll be back in an hour.” He said and grabbed the keys from the bowl on the counter.

“Alright, man. Don’t be late.” Kylian yelled as he made his way to the living room and Y/N stood there holding the half-open door, already knowing what was going on.

“Don’t worry, man.” Neymar yelled back and winked at Y/N giving her a quick peck on her cheek. “Good luck. Don’t be scared.” “NO, Ney, don’t l-” Before Y/N could finish her sentence, Neymar walked out. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning against the door. The realization that this moment will determine everything about their relationship made her feel scared. She wasn’t going to back out now, especially after the whole act Neymar put up to leave them alone.

Each step she took towards the living room increased her heart rate. Kylian sat on the couch where Neymar sat previously, looking more handsome than ever. She always found Kylian most attractive when he wore gray sweatpants and white shirt. She admired his smooth skin and dark almost black eyes and his soft thin lips. She dreamed about kissing those lips almost every night.

“Um, are you going to stand there the whole time, hun?” He turned around to look at her, sensing her presence behind him the whole time.

“Haha, you pick the movie, I will get the snacks from the kitchen.” Y/N said and made her way to the kitchen to buy herself some time and think of how she is going to confess her feelings to him.

Y/N made her way to the couch and sat next to him. The only source of light was the TV and the city lights illuminating the living room. Kylian seemed too focused on the movie, unaware of what was about to come next. He noticed Y/N had been quiet for quite a while. She always comments on the movie and says stuff like ‘I hate that outfit’ or ‘It’s so obvious,COME ON’. He reached for the TV remote and paused the movie, turning his body around so he could face her. She looked very beautiful and fragile to him in the almost dark room, but he could tell that she was zoned out completely.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Kylian asked, his voice laced with concern.

This moment felt like a dangerous chess move that could determine everything. Kylian stared at her frowned face and her hands cracking her knuckles, not daring to look at him. He knew when anxiety threatened to consume her, her delicate fingers would twist and turn until they were tied in knots. In those moments of despair, he would gently unravel her trembling hands and interlace his fingers with hers, offering the comfort of his warm touch to ease her worries.

As Kylian's strong hands held hers, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. His gaze was so intense, so loving, that she felt completely exposed. She knew she had to tell him the truth, but the words caught in her throat.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to find the right words. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him and the realization hit her.

"Kylian, I-" she began, her voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers for any sign of what she was about to say. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

"I have to tell you something," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've been thinking about it for so long, since that video of the three of us was posted. I knew then that it was time."

As she spoke, Y/N's heart raced with anticipation. She knew that the man standing before her was the one she had been searching for her whole life, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

With each word she spoke, she took in every detail of his face, from the soft curve of his lips to the gentle tiny curls of his hair. She wanted to remember every moment of this, in case it was the last time he would hold her hands.

For a moment, there was only silence between them, as they both stood there, lost in their own thoughts. Then, slowly, Kylian reached out and took her hand in his.

"Whatever it is you have to say, Y/N, I'm listening," he said, his voice low and gentle.

With a deep breath, Y/N looked into his eyes once more, then spoke the words that would change their lives forever. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you from the moment I met you, and I know that nothing will ever change that. I know that by saying this I could lose you forever, but I can’t change my feelings towards you. No matter how much I tried."

As Y/N gazed at Kylian, time seemed to slow down and her heart raced with anticipation. She knew that she had to say it, to reveal the truth that had been weighing on her heart for so long. And so, with trembling lips and a quivering voice, she confessed her love to him.

But Kylian's reaction was not what she expected. He stood there, frozen, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. His eyes searched hers, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

For a few moments, there was only silence, broken only by the sound of Y/N's heartbeat pounding in her chest. She felt guilty and regretful, thinking that she had made a mistake by revealing her feelings to him.

But then, Kylian spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wow, Y/N, I..." he trailed off, still in shock.

Y/N couldn't bear the tension any longer, and tears began to stream down her face as she stood up and turned away from him. "Please, Ky," she said, her voice breaking. "You don't have to say anything. Just forget that I ever said anything."

Kylian stood up too, his eyes never leaving her. He took a step towards her, his hands outstretched, but Y/N backed away, unable to meet his gaze.

In that moment, Kylian felt a rush of happiness and excitement. He had secretly loved Y/N for so long, and now she had finally confessed her feelings to him. He knew that he had to find the right words to say to her, to let her know that he felt the same way.

As he took another step towards her, his heart beating wildly in his chest, he spoke softly. "Y/N, don't walk away from me. I want to hold you,please."

Kylian reached out to cup her cheeks, his touch tentative at first but growing bolder as she leaned into him.

"Come here," he murmured, and she obeyed, allowing him to lead her to the couch where they sat a moment ago.

Kylian held her face gently in his hands, his forehead pressed against hers as they shared a moment of deep intimacy. They breathed together, their bodies and souls intertwining in a way that left them both trembling with emotion.

And then Y/N spoke, her voice trembling with emotion. "Kylian-"

But he silenced her with a gentle shush, his eyes still closed as he focused on the sensation of her skin against his.

"Let's breathe first, sweetheart," he whispered, and she nodded, trusting him completely.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he continued, his voice low and hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry for not being the one to say these words to you first.” As Y/N opened her eyes, she felt a glimmer of hope. It was as if the world around her had suddenly been painted in the brightest of colors, like in those vintage cartoon movies she used to watch as a child. Her heart fluttered as she gazed into his deep, mesmerizing eyes. With a small smile, she lifted her forehead from his and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

As she exhaled, he leaned in, his own smile growing wider and wider until he finally attached his lips to hers. It was a moment that felt like it had been a lifetime in the making, and as their lips moved in perfect harmony, they both knew that this was where they belonged.

Kylian's heart was racing as he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes searching for hers. With a gentle touch, he brushed his lips against her forehead, his fingers lightly caressing her skin. He felt a surge of emotions, an overwhelming feeling that he had kept buried for too long.

He took a deep breath, summoning all his courage. "I can't believe I'm finally saying these words out loud," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Y/N."

Y/N let out a small laugh. ”I love you too, Kylian. I love you with every single cell in my body.”

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blueaetherr · 1 year

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HELLLO HOPE UR OKAY!! If u have time could u write anything with Neymar? <3 THANK U ITS ALRIGHT IF U DONT THO!!

slumber

pairing: neymar jr x fem!oc (natalia) [she/her]

warning(s): descriptions of insomnia

summary: the one where neymar can't sleep until natalia does

22:00

Entering their bedroom from the bathroom, Neymar witnessed Natalia spread across their bed. Her face planted into her pillow, her arms crossed under her body, constantly shifting her sleeping position like she was uncomfortable; it looked like she was going through it. And Neymar thought so too. In fact, deep down, he knew what was up, it was the same old every time. And yet he decided to be careful and mindful and simply ask just in case.

Approaching their bed, he sat at the edge of the bed. At the tiny sound made by the bed, Y/N let out a small groan, causing Neymar to scoff a small laugh. She still isn't asleep yet. His initial thoughts were proving to be right. Rubbing her back, he wondered, "You okay, Nat?"

Exhaling loudly, she turned herself around so she was now facing her partner. She began rubbing a hand over her face, whole yet tired, "I've been in bed for how long and I've gained no desire to fall asleep." And Neymar's initial thoughts were, indeed, correct.

After a long day of work, errands and many chores, the ordinary individual wouldn't take rest for granted. If they were given the chance to lay in all day, to ignore and avoid all the responsibilities of tomorrow, to sleep and not have to worry about work the next day, they would take it; anyone would. To rest up and be told that your responsibilities were long gone, it all sounded like a dream, one so attractive and irresistible.

But according to Natalia's sleeping schedule, it seemed as if she did take the daily rest for granted from time to time. She could work, do chores and run errands, and she would still find herself tired as hell. Sleeping was where the problem lay. She had told Neymar some hours ago that she would turn in around eight because of her long day; two hours later and she was still awake, rolling around on the bed trying to find a comfortable position.

"Trouble sleeping?" Neymar hummed, letting their hands interlock. He definitely felt for Natalia. For her (sometimes) sleepless nights, for the nights he came back late and she was still awake. The tired eyes, the worn-out expressions, the deep breaths; she had to endure all that fatigue he couldn't take away nor did he know how to directly help with. He gave her hand a little squeeze. "We could always stay up and do a little something to help."

Her eyes closed, she sighed low. "And do what exactly?"

Neymar shrugged, even though she had no sight of him. "Anything you want."

Soon she did have her sight on him, opening her eyes to meet his. "You sure?" Natalia appreciated Neymar's efforts to make her feel better, she really did. But she didn't want it to seem like she was forcing him to lose sleep too. Like herself, Neymar had a long day and she knew his plan was to turn in if she had fallen asleep by now. And seeing as she wasn't, she knew that Neymar wouldn't get a blink of sleep before she did. "You don't have to, you know."

"Well, I want to," Neymar said with his grin, and Natalia rolled her eyes but in the end, it was the two of them that were laughing, clutching onto one another. He spoke like his words were so obvious, like Natalia should know by now. Of course I'll stay up with you. In what case have I not? "Now, c'mon."

00:15

"Diagonal or horizontal cut?"

"Vertical."

The look of disgust and confusion on Neymar's face had Natalia letting out a gasp before laughing, so much that she'd to cover her mouth. Despite this disgust and confusion, Neymar carried out her request by cutting her sandwich down the middle, muttering the whole time saying that there was now less bread compared to if he'd cut it any other way. But when he served her the sandwich and Natalia was smiling, taste-testing and approving his "cooking" skills with her thumbs up, he let his argument go and joined her.

In the dimly lit kitchen, Neymar and Natalia enjoyed the atmosphere they created, one kind and smooth. They laughed at every joke told, they played around as they moved about in the kitchen, they ate (and shared) one another's food. A bit of banter here, with Neymar modelling his cooking apron, and a bit of banter there, with Natalia dashing flour in her partner's face. It was a moment for them to have fun and be unserious, and that's what they did; that's what they chose to do at such late hours.

While they discussed, while they played around, while they ate and shared their food, fatigue slowly began to wash over Neymar. The hidden yawns through laughter, fanning his face to keep himself alert, his curved posture; he was ready to turn in. But watching Natalia enjoy every snack they made—witnessing her animately tired eyes—she wasn't ready for bed, nowhere near it. So he mustered up his energy and continued to entertain their conversation.

01:30

Trailing away from the kitchen, the couple wandered out to their back patio. Where the couches that were all so comfortable and cosy gave them a space to lay down and rest under the night sky. Where when the lights were on, they would star gaze, awing and pointing upward even though they had no knowledge of the stars, galaxies or any otherworldly wonders. Where the two could shy away from everyone else after a long day apart, a space for discussions that were purely gossip.

So that's what Neymar did. He let the focus of the discussion fall on Natalia, letting her take the lead on everything being said. From her work colleagues to random interactions she'd had with strangers, she brought it up. And they would have fun and be so unserious about everything; from Neymar encouraging more the gossip with his agreement and laughter to every word his girlfriend spoke to Natalia letting the discussion flow smooth like a river, her inflection and speech natural yet animated and open.

Under the stars, the galaxies and any otherworldly wonders—gossiping, laughing and more—Neymar slipped further into his fatigue. His yawns began to drown out his laughs, his eyes constantly caving and opening, Natalia holding onto him more than he was with her; he could've fallen asleep as if he so desperately wanted to.

But watching Natalia enjoy the stars and fun and unseriousness that they were sharing—hearing her shallow breaths against his shoulder—the desire to fall asleep for the night still wasn't there for her yet. And neither was it for Neymar, so he leaned back into the couch and let the lights, both indoor and nightly ones, keep him awake during their gossip session.

2:53

Eventually, the two returned to their bedroom. Ridding themselves of their kitchen activities, they got ready for the night by laying in bed. In their bedroom, in bed, Neymar and Natalia could've done so much and more. From the innocent cuddling to one's natural intimacy. For the purpose of sleeping, they chose to lay in bed– close and intimate– and listen to music.

Music that was calming and comfortable, sounds that had the couple slowly caving into one another. Voices of artists playing that were also lullabies themselves, loud silence replacing conversations as they soon began to fall short. They remained present, of course, but just simply slower and inward and lagged from the two falling in and out of consciousness.

Under the cosy voices of singers, the silence soon became deafening. Neymar's fatigue was far too present and real, so much that he could feel it, perhaps even reach for it. His yawns were too sounding to hide now, he found himself mumbling with closed eyes, the music began to slip out of his ear range. He was ready to fall asleep, and that sleep was ready to pull him under.

Barely opening his eyes and turning his head, he smiled drunkenly. And there Natalia was, fast asleep in a slumber, her body leaning perfectly into his, her breaths shallow yet calm, her face just above the blanket. Witnessing Natalia asleep, in such peace and respite, Neymar finally let his pending fatigue too, wash over him to join her as he always did.

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘵 | 𝘕𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘑𝘳 [ENEMIES TO LOVERS SORT OF VIBE] SUGGESTIVE MINORS DNI

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: NeymarJr x Female Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4.4k

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You have been hired as a model to appear in a promotional photo session for a lingerie company. You don't find out who your companion is until you arrive at the shoot and encounter Neymar, a boy you despise as he once played with your heart.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I have been working on this in-between request and it is finally completed c': I Love writing about Neymar so its no surprise all of the NeyNey imagines I've written are so long LOL. MORE NEYMAR JR RECOGNITION RAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

Song that inspired this : You Know You Like It by DJ Snake, AlunaGeorge

[TRANSLATOR IS USED SO DIRECT TRANSLATION MAY BE WRONG]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

Your hands are firmly holding the cup of coffee as you lean against the kitchen counter. Taking a short sip, you pay attention to Riley, your manager, as she speaks. "The next shoot will begin in around two hours. Together with another male model, you'll be modeling for a company named Super Dry. The company is seeking a sexual-romantic mood, therefore you two will be very close. While Olivia and Justin work on you, I'll head out to grab everyone Chinese," she says, looking down at her wristwatch. You think to yourself- Ugh, I hate late shoots so much.. Why the hell would they want to start a shoot at 10pm? "Wait- Do you know who my partner will be?" you ask. "Not yet," she shrugs.

"Y/N we are ready," Olivia calls out from a room down the hall. You hurriedly drink the remaining coffee since you will need it. “Coming!” You enter the room and immediately sit down in the chair as the process of getting ready begins. When Justin, your hairdresser, starts with your hair, Olivia, your makeup artist, starts with your face. Although they aim to achieve a "natural look," getting dressed shouldn't take too long considering this is just an undergarment shot. Justin starts to say, "Y/N, you are lucky I love you so much because it is past my bedtime,” he sprays some water on your hair to make it easier to brush. You reply, "Your bedtime is 8 o'clock," while laughing. He says, "Of course," and nods. “How else am I supposed to look this handsome?”

Olivia glares at him and points the makeup brush towards his direction, saying, "By not getting her to talk! I'm making her foundation appear nonexistent at the moment so I need her to remain still,” She then looks down at you and winks, “ Your face will resemble a baby's butt in smoothness once I'm finished.” "Are you saying my child doesn't have a smooth face?" Justin gasps. She threatens him with the brush, making him jump. You laugh at the sight of the two of them bickering, which makes Olivia glare at you as well. You hurriedly close your eyes and stop laughing so she can go on. She murmurs, "That's what I thought." and goes on. You love your team, and the fact that you're all best friends just makes it better. A model will undoubtedly be friends with her crew, with whom she spends all of her time, but you guys are unique in that you have known each other since your first year of college. You are all the same age as you were born in the same year.

Your desire of becoming a model was something you always had as a child, and in your second year of college, it finally came true in the most unexpected way. You offered to walk the runway in the fashion show that your college was presenting for students majoring in fashion design. A day after the runway show, your phone was flooded with notifications, and you were collecting dozens of followers by the minute. It turns out that some of the footage that students in the crowd recorded of you went viral. And after a week, you received calls from a lot of modeling agencies. You decide to sign up with one of the modeling agencies, but you only agreed to a 3-year contract because you thought it would be sufficient time for you to truly establish your reputation. And boy, did it work even though it was a long shot. As the contract expired, you made the decision that it would be best to start freelancing so you wouldn't have to worry about any hidden agendas. Fast forward to the present, and everything is still going great. And throughout the process you were able to hire your best friends, who have supported you through everything.

Riley is delivering what she promised—food for everyone—while you are getting your hair done. As you entered the room to get ready, Riley placed an internet order because she knew what everyone would want and is now currently en route to pick it up. Her phone begins to ring as she enters the restaurant,

“Hello, this is Riley speaking.”

“Hey Riley, it's Clark the photographer for SuperDry! I just wanted to call you to let you know that we changed the room where the shoot will be held, it will be on floor 50 room 202 instead of 48 room 102.” She makes a mental note of the new information.

“Okay thank you… Also, is there any word who the male model will be? Y/N was wondering.” She asks as she takes a seat close to the pickup area.

“Oh yeah! The male model will be Neymar Jr, you know him right?” Her mouth fell open at the sound of his name, and she silently vowed that you are going to kill her.

She chuckles softly and says, "Well, of course! I'll let Y/N know about this. We will see you later.” She says goodbye and hangs up the phone after that.

There is a very tangled history between you and Neymar Jr., but only in secret. Of course, your closest friends Olivia, Justin, and Riley are the only ones who are aware of what transpired between you two. Until you learned through the paparazzi that Neymar was making out with another female, you and Neymar had been in the "talking stage" for approximately a month and had even discussed starting a relationship. Even though this incident occurred more than five years ago, it still lingers in your memory. You wouldn't describe your feelings as heartbroken; rather, you would describe them as disappointed that the rumors about his reputation as a "playboy" were accurate. Riley debates whether or not to be honest with you because she knows that if you find out who you will be with, you will decline going to the photoshoot, however she also knows that this partnership will be a great benefit to your career. "Riley, pick-up order!" She is pulled from her thoughts by the worker's call. She approaches, smiles and says "thanks" to the employee before hurriedly leaving the restaurant with the food bags in hand. Y/N please forgive me for what i'm about to do, she thinks to herself.

"All right, that's finished." As you turn to face the mirror, Olivia says, turning the chair. Your hair was naturally down, but the materials he used to style it gave it a "wet" appearance. "Thanks guys, what would I do without you," you say with a smile. Riley's voice can be heard saying, "Foods here!" just as Justin was about to speak. “Ooooooo food!” Justin quickly exits the room, you and Olivia trailing behind him. Riley places the plastic bag on the kitchen counter as the three of you are moving down the hallway. "Y/N I got you veggie lo mein so you can have something light in your stomach, Justin sesame chicken with white rice, Olivia orange chicken with white rice.” Riley hands you your food with a set of chopsticks while Justin and Olivia eagerly take theirs. You thank her and take a seat.Everyone settles down and eats together like a big happy family, chit-chatting here and there until the moment comes when you and Riley have to depart. "You two can stay the night here if you don't want to go home," you tell Oliva and Justin because you don't want them driving home late. They both shake their heads, ”Dont worry about us Y/N, Justin and I don't live too far from here. We will text you when we make it home.” Olivia says as everyone starts gathering their belongings so that you can all depart together. Olivia and Justin merely need to take their personal items and leftover meals as your studio area is where you always get ready. They don't need to grab any of their makeup or hair products. "Just remember to put on additional lip gloss before the shot because it just brings everything together," Olivia advises as everyone walks out of your condo. Indeed, I definitely won't forget. While you lock the door with your other hand, you show her the lipgloss to indicate that you still have it. Together, you all descend the stairs, say your goodbyes, and split ways. You get into Riley's car and she drives to the location of the photoshoot. While you scroll through Instagram on your phone, you ask, "So, did they tell you who I am shooting with?". “Apparently it is going to be a surprise,” she casually says. As you stare out the window, you nod your head without giving it much thought. After a short while of traveling, you arrive at your destination and find a parking space in the garage. You two exit the vehicle and enter the building, Riley leading the way as she's aware of the location of the appropriate floor and room.

Riley curses silently as she walks down the corridor, looking at her phone. You ask, "Everything okay?," as she sighs. "I forgot to deliver my mom a cake I picked up for her earlier today and she needs it by tomorrow morning for a fundraiser event," "I'll just wake up at 4am to bring it," she says while running her hand through her hair. "4 a.m.?" you ask, shaking your head. “I don’t have any issue with you bringing it to her now… I can handle the shoot by myself, I'm a big girl.” Also, don't worry about how I'm going to get home- I got it.” She casts a worried glance your way as the two of you approach the door because she's unsure of what you meant by your words. “Just call me when you are done and I can send over a driver.” She hugs you tightly, which you happily return. You tease her, "Sure Mom," and she laughs. You take your lip gloss out of your pocket and spread a layer of it on your lips as she turns to leave. You then knock on the door, only to have someone answer a minute later."Welcome, Y/N! You're as stunning as ever!" You assume that the man speaking is the photographer because he is holding a camera. Currently, the moonlight is perfect, so if you don't mind rapidly changing, that'll be fantastic. "Percilla takes her to the changing room to change," he says, snapping his fingers. He quickly vanishes, leaving you perplexed as you enter the condo. Several models are roaming around, and every few minutes, you can see the flashing lights of a camera snapping pictures. You had expected to have the place to yourself for your photo session, but it appears to be much more crowded than you had anticipated.

"Follow me," a girl says as she rushes to your side. You follow her and when strolling by, you notice that the majority of the staff are packing up their equipment. You figured that the models you saw must have been their final shoot of the day. The young woman motions for you to enter as she opens what appears to be a guest bedroom. A lingerie robe and undergarments are spread out on top of the bed. “The red set will be used for the photos first, followed by the gray and the black. As your manager has most likely informed you, we are seeking for a romantic attraction, therefore your bodies will be intimate. We also apologize for the noise and crowdedness of the living room when you first walked in as we fell a bit behind schedule with our shots, but most of the employees are currently packing up their belongings to go home. The master bedroom, which is the room next to his one, will be the location of the first shot.” Before she shuts the door, she says, "Go to that room after you're changed.” After seeing the door close, you let out a small breath, “Alright, let's get this show on the road.” Of course you love your modeling job, but what no one tells you is that modeling is all theatrical. Right now, for example, you have to act as if you are in a loving relationship with some random person. Maybe you should give acting a try next. You take off your clothing and put on the matching crimson red push-up bra and thong on. You then put on the lingerie robe, which is a see-through, sheer gown with a red feather on the lining to give it a more seductive appearance. "Damn I look nice," you say as you spin around a little in the mirror and take a look at yourself.

Then, as directed, you exit the bedroom and enter the room to the right. You enter the room with confidence. You recognize the photographer who previously answered the door for you, and you hear him yell, "Y/N!" as he approaches you. "We are so happy to have you here! I am deeply sorry about not being able to properly greet myself earlier,” He extends his hand for you to shake, "My name is Maxwell, and I am the head photographer for Super Dry Corporation." You shake his hand and give him your iconic smile, you say, "No worries! I am aware that things happen in life. Nice to formally meet you!” He responds, “Thank you so much for understanding. Now let's get started shall we?” As he approaches the bed, he gestures with his arm, "We can perform your solo shoot now while your partner changes so he can match you. We have already finished the male solo shoots." You climb to the top of the king-sized bed, its white silk sheets remarkably different from what you are wearing. As more moonlight enters the room through the balcony doors, you see Maxwell move over to his studio light and turn it to low so that the light reflecting off of you appears more natural. Right now, there is only you and Maxwell in the room. “Alright, baby show me something sexy!” He leans slightly over you while standing on a short stool step, bringing the camera up to his eye to achieve a bird's eye perspective. You start slowly removing your robe while hearing the camera click. When the robe is open, you slowly bend your knee up while biting your lower lip and staring straight at the camera. “Perfect!,” Maxwell says, hyping you up. Laying there, you continue to strike various stances until rising to your knees and closing your eyes while running your hands through your hair. This would have been extremely uncomfortable for you if you weren't a model, but fortunately, this isn't your first time in this situation. Once some more time has passed, Maxwell takes the camera off his face, gets off the stool, and browses the pictures he has taken. “These shots are golden… we are definitely ready for Neymar now…” As soon as you heard him say Neymar's name, the smile that had been on your face instantly turned into confusion. What name did he say? I hope I heard him wrong, you think to yourself. On cue, the woman who had earlier taken you to your room enters holding a box, followed by Neymar, who is just wearing a pair of red boxers.

Oh, youve got to be kidding me.

Neymar was engaging with her at the time and was not paying attention to you. He winks at her, and you cringe as you see her blush and smile. “Neymar you're just in time! I'm ready for you and Y/N to get some close ups.” Until your name is spoken, he doesn't even turn to look at Maxwell. For a split second, he fixes his gaze on Maxwell before turning to face you. His eyes briefly open when he recognizes your face, but as soon as he notices what you are wearing, his eyes quickly narrow and his lips curl into a smirk. Neymar had no idea you were going to be his shooting partner, but he can't say he's upset about it. Even though the two of you had a history, Neymar feels like you were the best partner he's ever had. Personality-wise and sexually-wise. The conclusion that you didn't like him was obvious given that you blocked him from all of your social media accounts. But, the fact that you were there gave him the opportunity to irritate you, and oh, did that idea thrill him. As you get up from the bed and start to move towards Neymar, you give him a fake smile. “Nice to meet you, Neymar.” You reach out your hand as if this is your first time meeting. Neymar participates in the act by reaching out to grab your hand and saying, "The pleasure is all mine, bonita (pretty)," as he elevates your hand to kiss the back of your palm.

You continue to smile at Neymar before turning your gaze to the girl walking over to Maxwell, both of them starting to talk about something. As you see they are not observing you two, you quickly yank your hand away from him and rub your hand against the robe to wipe away his germs. "I'd rather not feel the lips of someone who has kissed millions of people," you say in distaste. He replies, "But you were one of those millions of individuals, so what's the problem," with a slight chuckle. You mumble angrily, "Shut up, I don't even want to talk to you," and then stare at him, "We don't know one other. Play along.” "But my love, how can I forget how those lips felt around me?" he asks, gazing down at your lips. The steam pouring from your head would be visible in a cartoon version of this situation. Before you can react, Maxwell starts to approach you both and says, “Alright now that you two have been able to chat for a little bit- let's continue on shall we?” "Ladies first," Neymar says, winking at you. Seeing how phony your smile was toward him, he couldn't help but smile. You smile, "Oh such a gentleman," and turn to walk to the balcony. While walking, you could feel Neymar's eyes on your rear, so you move one hand behind your back and stick up your middle finger.

Let the games begin, Neymar thinks to himself.

You and Neymar begin with straightforward poses while switching between several hues of the garments you were to market for the brand. Ney is first asked to sit on the edge of the bed by the photographer, who then instructs you to stand in front of him with one hand on his shoulder and the other reaching for the camera. Neymar gently places his hands on your waist as you two exchange confident looks. The photographer then instructs you both to lie down on the bed side by side with your knees crossed at the ankles and your heads supported by your hands. Ney comes out to shake your hand, and you do so while giving him a loving and secure expression. Of course you snuck in a few looks of displeasure here and there, and Neymar never took his smug expression off his face.

The photographer also wanted pictures from the balcony. You are currently dressed in black underwear with a lace garter, and you can almost feel Neymar's eyes fixated on you.

The photographer instructs you to strike a pose outside on the balcony, with the lovely night sky and city lights behind you. You start with a basic standing pose, with one foot slightly in front of the other, and your arms resting gently at your sides.

Neymar approaches and stands behind you, and the photographer instructs you both to turn towards each other, one hand on your lower back and the other on Neymar's chest. Neymar grins down at you as you bite your lower lip. Neymar leans down to whisper in your ear as the camera starts to take pictures. You look at the camera and wink to make it seem like another natural pose so the photographer didn't speculate. “How could I not crave someone as gorgeous as you when you look at me like that?” You would be lying if you said you did not feel anything at that moment, and you hated that. You could feel your body temperature rising despite the minimal clothing you are wearing. As the photographer removes the camera from his eye to look at the pictures, you glare at Ney, “Can't you just be quiet?” Neymar's eyes are filled with amusement, “Can you make me?” As soon as you are about to respond, the photographer says, “Okay let's take a few more shots! I need you two to look seductive, you two can look at eachother or the camera.” He explains causing you to nod your head. It's time for you to trade roles because Neymar wants to tease you all the time. You push Neymar down so he can sit in the balcony chair and bend over so you're eye level with him, peering seductively into his eyes. You scan him up and down, almost as if you're examining him. Neymar's jaw tightens as he examines your body, his eyes now able to catch more of your cleavage. “Perfect Y/N!,” the photographer yells as shots are taken. Neymar smirks as he realizes what you are doing. He stands up and moves closer to you after a few more camera flashes. As you put your palm on his chest and fix your gaze on his green eyes, you are entranced by the scene in front of you. You couldn't help but feel aggravated by the situation you find yourself in right now. Only a few inches separate you two, which makes you heat up more. It's difficult to determine if you are burning up out of desire or just from the heat. You know the answer to that though. You want him to give in and completely fill the space between you two. You want to caress his lips, stroke his hair with your palm, and breathe in his fragrance.

You feel tension between you and just want to give in. You do something you would never have imagined wanting to do again as the camera flashes, surprising not just Neymar but also the photographer.

You kiss him.

Although surprised, Neymar gives you a kiss right away. As soon as you understand what you've done, you swiftly move away from him and ask, "Are we done for the night now?," behaving as if nothing had occurred. The photographer nods enthusiastically while gazing at his camera and enjoying the image he just captured. Who wouldn't, really? You recently received a picture of a notorious futebol player and a well-known model kissing while displaying your logo. Neymar is ready to speak, reaching out to hold your hand, but you hurriedly leave the balcony and enter the guest room you were in before the transformation.

Once you enter the room and lift your hands over your head, still in shock at what you just accomplished. Why on earth would you kiss someone so attractive? He is a jerk who messed with your heart in the past…….he has grown into a very attractive jerk who is very kissable though.

You grumble as you realize that your mind is tricking you and that you are not in control of the situation. You sigh and start to gather the clothes you were wearing when you arrived at the shoot. You hear a knock at the door as you are gathering your clothing. You don't give it much thought because you assume it is either the assistant or the photographer. You shout "Come in!" so they can hear you. You assume that the door is locked because no one enters the space after you said they could. When you have your clothes in your possession, you go to the door to open it, but the person behind it opens it before you get to the door. When Neymar emerges from the door, you give him a confused expression. e closes the door and moves towards you, "Neymar wha-," your sentence is cut short as he takes you by the waist and pulls you in for another kiss. As his tongue prods your mouth, he grunts against your lips. You want to feel his body heat against yours, so you pull him closer to you by wrapping your arms around his neck- dropping your clothes. Only the sounds of the two of you kissing each other and labored breathing can be heard. After pulling away, you ask him, "Why do you do this to me?" while panting heavily. Neymar licks his lips and quietly pant, ”Y/N. I want to get into contact with you again.” You continue gazing mesmerized into his eyes, unsure of how to respond, so you remain silent. “I'll think about it..” You mumble because you are unsure about the solution. Neymar gives you a lovely smile while starting to sing horribly knowing that Bad Bunny is your favorite artist, "As Bad Bunny said,

Contigo tengo que apretar (I need to be careful with you)

Y en la calle ando suelto (And in the streets I run free)

Pero por ti me quito (But for you I stay in)

Si tú me lo pide' (If you ask for it)

Yo me porto bonito (I'll behave myself)”

"Sai do meu quarto, Neymar (Get out of my room, Neymar,)" you say, laughing at his ridiculous attempt to serenade you. "Would you unblock me so I don't have to constantly check your profiles from my private account?," he asks, causing your eyebrows to raise, "What?"

"Nothing just unblock me Bonita (Beautiful), ," he says, smiling and waving as he walks out of the room.

You sigh as you see him leave the room. You can't let yourself be caught in his trap once more. You can't believe he even got you to laugh and that you kissed him twice tonight. You start mentally reciting a list of 100 reasons why you should despise him in order to avoid unblocking him and maintain your distance.

Later that night, you eventually unblocked him.

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nosugarallspice · 9 months

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Can you do one where Neymar and the reader is at a party and then they have sex

Yes yes!

Word Count: 244

Minors DNI!!

You gave yourself a quick look in the mirror before reaching for the door to step out- before you could exit the bathroom, Neymar came in, quickly shutting the door behind him, locking it.

“What are you doing-“ you were cut off by him kissing you. His hands are gripping you in all the right places. “Ney.” You giggled in between kisses, your hands resting on his chest.

“We can’t, not here babe.”

“I can’t help myself, you look so pretty, baby.” He turned you around, your back now pressed against his chest. You stare at him through the mirror, he towers over you.

“We’ll be quick, I promise.” He kissed your neck, pushing you forward so you’re leaning over the sink. Quickly pushing your dress up, pulling your panties to the slide, he slips in between your folds.

The way your wall’s swallowed him, the warmth of your cunt, he could cum right here, but he held on longer. He needed to fuck you.

Your moans filled the bathroom but you weren’t worried about anyone hearing- the music was loud enough to cover up your sounds.

His pace is fast and rough. You watched him through the mirror as he fucked you from behind. Your pussy clenched around him as your orgasm took over.

“That’s my girl,” he kissed your shoulder, “doing so good, baby.”

His own release approaches, his thrust becoming sloppier by the second, soon filling you up to the brim.

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varanest · 1 year

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we count it down 3, 2, 1 (neymar jr.)

a/n: hi peeps! not sure if you remember me, and also, i´m not sure what this is but i somehow ended up on neymar´s edits tiktok. anyways, i hope you enjoy this! warning: nsfw.

Neymar awakes when the rockets explode. Fireworks. He can see their colors flicker across the dark living room ceiling; bright blue, and green, and red. The window is open. Outside, he can hear people shouting: “Happy New Year!” As the stench of gunpowder fills the air, his eyes close once more. He wants to be awake, and dance, and party, and drink.

But he is tired. His body gives in to sleep. He sinks back onto the sofa. He dreams:

Kat is with him. Her lips are warm, and soft, and wet. They trail down his forehead, and nose, and neck. Her hands tug at his shirt. They pull at his jeans. His cock is engulfed in the heat of her mouth. She licks his length, and kisses his balls, and takes him in. Spit slickens him. Precum trickles down her chin. When he thrusts up to meet her sucking, she lets him. His cock traps her tongue. The head pushes to the back of her mouth. When he enters her throat, he groans.

“Fuck.” She is tight. When she gags, it sends shivers down his spine. She bobs her head. She takes him deeper. She slurps and coughs around him. Spittle dampens his skin. Her makeup has started to run. Her eyeshadow is smudged, and her mascara has lumped at the edges of her lashes. When she blinks, it runs down her cheeks. She is a mess. It excites him.

Neymar reaches down, under the blanket, opens his hand for his cock. He is throbbing, and hard, and the fantasy is putting him on edge. But instead of grabbing his member, his fingers dig into Kat’ soft hair. He blinks his eyes open. He looks down and meets her gaze.

“What –”

Kat takes him in. His cock disappears between her lips until her nose is nuzzled close to his skin. He is wrapped in her wet heat. All he can do is groan with pleasure.

Neymar’s hand sinks into her locks. He twists her hair around his palm, pulls her head back, then pushes her down onto him. He starts fucking her mouth. A low gurgle echoes in the room. It is dulled beneath the thin fabric of the throw, but it still seems to ring in his ears. The sight of her makes him moan; her pleading eyes glimmering in the light from the fireworks, her cheeks growing pink, her lips stretched to accommodate the thick girth of his cock.

Kat coughs. Her eyes roll back slightly. Neymar holds her for a second longer before letting her go. When she pulls free of his cock, she gasps for air. But she doesn’t give herself much time - she goes back on him, takes him in, bobs her head as she welcomes him back into her throat. She is quick. She is determined. As both of Neymar’s hands grabs her hair, she closes her eyes with a hum of satisfaction.

The fireworks flicker. Neymar’s eyes slip back to the light show on the ceiling as he rests his head onto the pillow, his hips working on filling Kat’ little mouth. The sofa groans beneath them. His thrusts are making it rock. With her head steadied in his hold, he can take her rapidly, claim her throat, rub himself to her lips, make her cheeks dirty with precum and makeup and spit.

But he won’t last. His balls are tightening. His muscles are aching. He pushes into her one last time, ready to fill her with his cum - when she pulls back.

As Kat sits up and breathes in, Neymar groans in frustration. “I was so close,” he whispers. His words taste of rum and whisky and gin and champagne. When she kisses him, he can smell himself too - sweat, and sex.

“I’m not done,” Kat says. She is in a black minidress. When she hikes the skirt up, he sees that she’s not wearing panties. Her cunt is shaven and wet. He can smell her - her excitement lingers in her juices. “How tired are you?”

“I’m awake now.”

“Could you lick me?”

Neymar nods. Kat shuffles up across his body. She settles with her knees on either side of his head. He is trapped between her thick thighs. They are warm when she sinks down around him, her sex hovering her mouth, her labia flushed and slick. When he flickers his tongue across them, she lets go of a quiet gasp. She tastes as she looks; sweet, and stark. She lowers herself onto his lips, and Neymar welcomes her with an excited groan.

When Kat settles across his face, Neymar’s tongue immediately sinks into her. He licks her labia, pushes his lips in between her folds, kisses and sucks his way across her cunt. She is sensitive. His every move makes her moan. She leans over, grabs a hold of the armrest, and slowly starts rocking onto his touch.

Neymar is lost in Kat’ heat. Her juices fill his mouth and settle across his beard. He can feel her wetness trickle down his cheeks as she starts riding his face. His nose is trapped to her sex. In the dampness, he finds it hard to breathe. But when his fingers sink into her thighs, he doesn’t push her away - he drags her closer, urges her to fuck him harder, to use his lips as she pleases.

Kat obliges; she rubs her clit against his nose and drags her cunt down across his warm lips, using his rough tongue to slicken her movements. She is moaning. She is drenched. She is still wearing heels. Neymar can feel them dig in at the sides of his chest as she clamps her legs more tightly together. Her fingers are in his hair. Her nails graze his scalp. It hurts when she pulls at his curls. The dull pain makes his cock rock hard.

“Fuck yes,” Kat whispers as Neymar’s tongue brushes to her clit. She rolls her hips, thrusts herself further onto him, covers his head with her sex and thighs and juices. She locks him in her heat. She claims him for her own pleasure.

Neymar is growing hot. His hands at her hips start tugging at her flesh. He can’t breathe. He can’t see. A buzzing noise is filling his ears. He needs air. He doesn’t want her to move. But he needs air. He wants her to come to his lips. But he needs air.

Neymar gasps in air. Kat is hovering him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with desire. She is still holding onto his hair. She wrenches his head back, sends him a cheeky smile, and then lets go. She crawls down his body. She positions herself over his cock. As Neymar watches, she grabs a hold of his member, leads him to her sex, and sinks down onto him.

As her tight inners clench in around his throbbing member, Kat whispers: “You’re missing the celebrations.” There’s a breathless tease to her voice.

Neymar grabs a hold of her hips and gasps: “Is that what this is? A celebration?”

“What else?” Kat rocks down onto him, her lips tightening as his cock penetrates her fully. She is warm, and wet, and her muscles squeeze him as her body works to accommodate him. It is tense. It is thrilling. “You fell asleep before I could give you a midnight kiss.”

Neymar’s back arches as Kat starts riding him. Her cunt has barely gotten used to his size, but she still fucks herself with his cock, moving up and down his hard, slick length. Her hands are on his chest. She pushes him down into the sofa as she picks up her pace. “I don’t remember falling asleep.”

“It was eleven.”

“Where-” Neymar gasps. Kat has engulfed him fully, and she’s rocking down onto him, forcing a shrill of pleasure to go through him, “-are our guests?”

Kat smirks. She reaches up and pulls down the neckline of her dress. Her bra peeks out. It is black, and lacy. “They’re setting off fireworks,” she says. Her voice sounds parched. It’s obvious every word from her lips is a struggle. As she rides him harder, her chest starts jumping, the padding of the bra barely containing her heavy breasts. The edge of her hard, perky nipples peek out. The mere sight teases Neymar’s senses. “They’ll be back soon.”

“How soon?”

Kat pauses. “Don’t hold back,” she only says, and Neymar understands: any minute.

Neymar pushes himself up onto his elbows. Then, he rises to a sitting position, his legs stretched, Kat’ hips trapping him to the sofa. He wraps his arms around her waist. He leans up. He kisses her; softly at first, then greedily as the seconds pass by, tasting himself and her in the hot air between them, in their spit, on their tongues.

Kat moans. Her noises are barely audible over the cheering from outside. More rockets shoot off. The fireworks pop and crack as it explodes across the sky. A backdrop of bright colors light up her frame; green, like her earrings, the jewels glimmering; blue, like her eyeshadow, its color faded; red, like her tongue, darting out, flickering across his earlobe.

She bites down. She whispers: “Make me come, Ney,” and he grabs a hold of her full buttocks as he drags her down onto him, controls her movements, demands the pace.

Their skin clap. Their wetness dampens Kat’ thighs. Neymar can feel it as he slips his hand between them, down to her sex, teases her clit with his fingertips. It is small and hard beneath his touch. As he starts circling it, Kat’ breathing picks up. She buries her nose in his hair. She wraps her arms more tightly around him. She holds him, pushes into him, and drags him closer.

She comes. He can feel her orgasm against his palm and around his cock; a tight shiver, a gurgled moan, her teeth sinking into the soft skin of his shoulder as she tries to hold her cries of pleasure back. But he feels them, in the kisses on his skin and her suckling on his ear.

And he feels it in the way she gives in to him; how her body succumbs to his fucking, how she rocks and moves between his hands as she takes her with more fury, desperate for release. He is on edge. His cock throbs. When he pushes her off of him, he is ready to come.

“Please,” he breathes. The word seems stuck on his lips, but Kat knows what he craves.

She sinks between his legs. She opens her mouth to his cock. She takes him in, swallows him, and licks her own taste off his length as she engulfs him once more.

Neymar barely makes it to the back of her mouth before he comes. He rocks into her, his hands buried in her hair, his body arched and his head thrown back as he groans. He fills her. His cum slips down her throat. Trapped in his strong hold, all she can do is swallow his loads as they fill her small mouth. She coughs. She swallows. She gags. She gets it down. By the time he lets go of her head, her tongue is salty and thick with the scent of him.

Neymar is sweaty. He is heaving. He looks up at her, and she looks down at him. She smiles. He smiles back. He says: “That was better than a midnight kiss,” which makes her laugh.

“Don’t get used to it.”

There’s noises in the hallway. They can hear people coming up the stairs. Kat quickly wipes her mouth off in the back off her hand as she scoots off Neymar’s body. She tugs him away. She pulls the blanket back over him. She presses her finger to her lips and winks.

Neymar understands. He turns to face the pillows. He closes his eyes. He pretends to be asleep.

The door swings open. He can hear footsteps as people enter.

“Man,” Lio says, his voice excited, “that was some good fireworks you missed, Kat.”

“Where did you go?” Antonella asks.

“I just needed the loo.”

“Sucks to be you,” Lio exclaims. There’s a hollow sound as he shakes the different beer cans scattered across the table. They are all empty. The sound of the fridge opening in the kitchen soon follows, and his voice from far away calls: “It was awesome!”

Richarlison asks: “Where’s Neymar?”

“Asleep,” Kat replies. A moment of silence follows.

Neymar feels certain he’s being watched. He nuzzles his nose closer to the pillow, smacks his lips, and fakes a deep snore.

“He won’t be of any use tonight,” Richarlison sighs.

“How about we take this party to the kitchen,” Kat offers gently, to the annoyed groan from all of them.

“Good idea - there’s still booze out here!” Lio calls.

Richarlison relents: “Fine!” and there’s a noisy sound of steps crossing the floor. A door shuts. All sounds seem to go quiet.

Neymar remains still. He doesn’t dare to move. Soon, he doesn’t have to - he’s asleep again, his body satisfied, his lips tugged back into a smile. He barely feels as Kat returns, her frame hovering his, her lips pressing to his cheeks as she says:

“Happy New Year.”

a/n: this is the first time i write something in nearly two years, so please bear with me. i´m always open to suggestions, feedback, or just drop by to say hi to me. it will make me v happy if you do :p

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graneymar · 1 year

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Hi me again 😁

Could I request Neymar x reader

In there early 20's

Neymar and his sister "fighting" over who is going to lay on readers chest on the beach and Neymar won. Reader playing with his hair while he is smirking at his sister 🌹🌹

#6. NEYMAR: BEACHDAY

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Neymar and I were together for two years now. Since Neymar was on summer break we visited his family in Brasil. It wasn’t the first time we went there together. Luckily, I got along with his family. They all seemed to love me and I was only positive about them aswell. In fact, Rafaella, Neymars sister, became one of my closest friends.

The three of us were currently at the beach, already pretty exhausted when I decided to lay down and enjoy the sun. Rafaella dropped herself right next to me while Neymar still was in the water. "The only thing I hate about beaches is that they’re so uncomfortable", she mumbled as she somehow tried to position herself. "God, just lay down finally", I giggled watching her. She looked at me for a second before she turned around and placed her head onto my chest. "Much better", she sighed, "Damn, your boobs are softer than the pillows in my bed." I laughed. "For real, I'm not joking", she added.

A few minutes later Neymar finally got out of the water and laid down next to me. "Is she sleeping?", he asked pointing as his sister. Her phone fell next to her and her breathing got slower. "I think so", I grinned. "No", Rafaella mumbled quietly, not even able to open her eyes. "Well, then you better move, 'cause that’s my place", Neymar said, softly pushing her head. She grabbed his hands, "No way. Have you ever slept on those boobs? I swear it’s amazing." Neymar kept pushing her away from me and she tried to stop him whenever he did so. Finally, he got up and walked up to her. I knew what would happen. He tried to hold back his laugh, but bursted out as soon as he went down and began tickling her. "Stop Neymar, stop", she screamed out. Still, she somehow managed to keep her head on my chest, even though she was protecting herself with hands and feet. Neymar groaned as he got back up again and looked at his sister, shaking his head. "I gave you a chance Rafa, you left me no choice", was all he said before he grapped her legs and dragged her down from me, right into the sand. While she was collecting herself, he quickly ran up to me and filled the place she was in a few seconds ago. Rafaella shot him an angry glare while she cleaned her long curls from the dirt. All I did was laugh at them the entire team. "Sorry sis, I won", he smirked as I played with his hair and placed a short kiss on his forehead. "You'll regret this Neymar, I promise you", she muttered, kicking his feet.

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jdbellingham · 1 year

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new years - jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x best friend reader

summary: as the bellingham brothers’ best friend, you had learned how to get the upper hand over them, and at new years when you are told to bring a game you have just the trick. but the one thing you didn’t expect from your game is what you got in return.

note: sorry I wrote this a while ago but haven’t gotten to posting it :)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: swearing, fluff?

Every year since you’d befriended the Bellingham brothers, you’d attended all of their holiday parties–and New Years was no exception. This year, Denise, Jude’s mother, had decided to make the party a bit more interesting. She had asked everyone attending to bring a fun challenge or game, and whoever won the most points that night would get to have one ask that no one could refuse. When you’d first heard your mind went completely blank, you didn’t know what to bring. But later that night you had dinner with Jude and Jobe, going to get Chinese food after Jobe had finished his final practice of the year. When you were eating you realized that the two of them didn’t know how to use chopsticks, and a shit-eating grinning spread across your face.

“Why do you have that devious smirk on your face y/n,” Jude looked up from his plate and began laughing when he saw your expression. Jobe casted a curious glance at you as well, furrowing his brows at your strange smile.

“No reason,” You had replied, snickering to yourself. You knew Jude and Jobe were overly competitive, and when they couldn’t win something they hated it. So what better way to whoop their asses on New Year’s Eve than to play dirty and bring a game with chopsticks?

–

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Jude blatantly spat out, his mouth parted in a small semi circle when you pulled out your game.

“Language, Jude!” Denise exclaimed and swatted her son’s arm, gesturing not so inconspicuously to the 6 year old lad that was watching some cartoons on his mother’s phone.

“She’s a cheater!” Jude acknowledged his mom’s words but chose not to respond to her, then threw his hands up, and Jobe nodded in agreement.

“It’s not cheating, you guys just don’t know how to use chopsticks,” You snorted, and Jude gave you a look that made you laugh even harder.

“This is why you wanted your game to go last, so you could make us remember how badly we did,” Jude accused, and you shook your head and ignored him.

“Everyone has got a minute to transfer as many jelly beans as they can from the bowl on the left to the bowl on the right–using chopsticks,” You explained to them, dishing out hefty portions of the sweets to each of the guests, sending Jude a wink at the last part of your instructions.

After setting everything up you took your place next to Jude, sitting snugly into the chair. You felt Jude’s soft gaze on you, and it made the butterflies in your stomach dance joyfully, flitting around as your face began to burn a pinkish-red. You absent-mindedly wondered how Jude hadn’t noticed your shift in behavior around him. Ever since the summer the two of you were 17 your feelings for him had morphed into less platonic and far more romantic ones.

“Okay, the timer starts in 3…2…1…Now!” Denise exclaimed, stirring you out of the stupor that had left you blankly staring at the boy you had tried to convince yourself you could only ever be best friends with in hopes of dwindling your not-so friendly feelings.

You picked up your chopsticks and began picking up jelly bean after jelly bean, all the while watching Jude put one chopstick in each hand and try fruitlessly to move a single sweet into another bowl.

The timer began beeping, and everyone placed their chopsticks down. You took a peek at Jude’s bowl and was surprised to see a single bean sitting in it.

“Well done,” You patted his back, trying to contain a laugh. Ever since the two of you had started becoming best friends you’d loved mocking him. Even when you stopped thinking of him as one-

“Oh shut it,” Jude whined, interrupting your thoughts while reclining into his chair then crossing his arms in frustration.

“Says the person who can’t use chopsticks,” You elbowed him, leaning heavily into his side. Your rib bones chafed against his, even through the layers of cloth that stood between you.

“What does that have to do with the fact I told you to quiet down?!” Jude complained, pushing his shoulder into yours, his chair scooting closer to yours as he did so.

Denise finally made her way down the table to where you and Jude sat, a smile gracing her lips when she caught the two of you shoving each other.

“Well, it’s obvious you didn’t win,” Denise remarked, not even bothering to count what was in Jude’s bowl.

“The two of you are so mean!” Jude exclaimed dramatically, putting his face in his hands.

“You act as if you have zero points,” You scoffed, turning in your seat to face him.

“Still!” Jude argued, and Denise finished counting the beans in your bowl.

“Quiet down,” You hushed the whiny boy beside you, eyes following Denise who was announcing the final points now that the games were over.

“Okay, now that the final game is over I will be announcing the top 5 scorers, from least to most points,” Denise elaborated, then took a look at her clipboard (which funnily enough she had bought just for this occasion).

“In 5th place is John, with 36 points,” And the 6 year old who had been watching what you thought was cocomelon shouted gleefully.

“4th place is Mark, with 39 points,” Denise continued, “3rd place is Jobe with 45 points,”

You glanced over at Jude, who looked heavily invested. He was quite literally at the edge of his seat, wondering if he had gotten first or second place.

“And lastly, 1st place is Jude and Y/n who tied at 61 points,” Denise finished, and you began doubling over in laughter.

“Are you serious?” Jude’s mouth in a large “O” shape.

“Is the pope catholic?” Denise questioned, raising her brows at her eldest son.

“It’s because of your stupid chopsticks game,” Jude groaned, grabbing your hoodie and burying his face into it, then leaving his head to rest on your chest.

“Aw, it’s okay you suck,” You feigned a sympathetic tone as you ran your hand over his hair.

“Fuck off,” He mumbled, and you could barely make out what he said through the muffle of your hoodie.

“What are you guys gonna ask for?” John, the tiny boy, questioned you and Jude. He had approached you with his mother’s phone in his hand, but it was forgotten and at his side by the time he asked his question.

“We’ll have to think about it,” You reply, and Jude lifts his face up, jutting his chin into your left breast. You shove it downwards to a less painful area as he speaks to John.

“I’m probably gonna get her to do something stupid,” Jude whispered, full-well knowing you could hear.

John giggled and ran back towards his mom, who sent an apologetic smile, probably thinking he had bothered you.

“Get off of me Jude,” You sighed, attempting to push him upright and into his own seat. He groaned and used his hands to grab your hips, pulling himself back onto you. At the very feel of his touch your skin burned, sending another bout of butterflies through your body.

“No, I’m so tired Y/n just let me lay here,” He protested, the end of his sentence stretched to a long whine. You looked down at him, his wide brown eyes staring into yours.

“If you're going to use me as a pillow at least let us move to the coach,” You caved after a moment of silence, and Jude obliged with a smile plastered onto his features.

–

You felt yourself being shaken awake, John’s tiny hands pulling at your hair. You stared at him quizzically before he offered an explanation.

“New Years in 5 minutes,”

You thanked him and he trotted away, then you shifted your attention to Jude. The two of you had fallen asleep together on the large L-shaped sofa in the living room. Jude’s large frame laying atop your smaller one, his head rested on your chest whilst your arms encircled him. The position the two of you were in made your brain turn to mush, the proximity was driving you mad. You stared at his soft pinkish lips, wishing you could press them against yours.

It was almost as if Jude could hear you thinking, and he began to stir under your embrace, his head shifting to rest on his left cheek and his eyes fluttering before going shut again.

“Hey Jude,” You said softly, and Jude’s eyes flew open, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Hey gorgeous,” Jude replied, his voice sleepy. You weren’t sure why he had decided to use that pet name, but you weren’t going to complain.

“Get up, it’s almost new years,” You began to get up, and this time Jude obliged.

The two of you straightened out your clothing and headed out to the backyard where a large projector was casting the countdown onto a large white screen.

You stood by Jobe, Jude on your other side. As you started to make conversation with Jobe you felt Jude’s hand grab at yours. You allowed him to take it, feeling confused at his newly affectionate behavior.

“One minute left!” Someone shouted, and your eyes glanced at the projector screen.

“Y/n I’m going to use my ask on you,” Jude told you, the clock just hitting the 35 second mark.

“Jude there's 30 seconds left, it's really not the time,” You replied dismissively, still staring at the projector as the numbers slowly got smaller and smaller.

“Y/n look at me,” Jude demanded, and you finally turned to face him.

“What? What do you want?” You questioned, eyes holding onto his, even as you felt his hand leave yours.

“10! 9! 8!” The others began shouting a countdown, and Jude looked more panicked than ever.

“Kiss me,” He finally managed to get out, and he grabbed your face in his hands, pressing his supple lips against yours just as the countdown hit one. Your hands reflexively went to his chest, and you felt the unmistakable curve of defined muscle beneath your palms. You barely registered the cheers everyone yelled around you, your mind focused on the sensation of his body against yours.

The two of you finally pulled away, and Jude grinned like an idiot before softly saying “Happy New Year y/n,”

“Can I ask you to do something for me Jude,” You inquired, moving the conversation forward. You noticed how sharp Jude’s features were in the firelight contrasted by the dark night sky.

“Anything,” His eyes twinkled, wondering what exactly you wanted.

“Ask me to be your girlfriend,”

“Be my girlfriend y/n,” Jude immediately replied, and you smiled like a Cheshire cat.

“Thought you’d never ask,” You said, half honest and half sarcastic. Your heart was pounding crazily in your chest, still in shock of the events that had occurred in the last minute.

“Should’ve asked you sooner if I'm being honest,” Jude tilted his head while his eyes remained on your face, studying the features he’d loved for years.

“Can I ask you for one more thing?” You continued, staring back up at him. You figured you might as well ask for what you wanted, even if it was the heat of the moment.

“Anything for you, love,” Jude replied, the nicknames he was calling you tonight absolutely melting your insides.

“Kiss me again,”

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libraryofloveletters · 9 months

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Surprise!

Neymar Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: it’s giving friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again, ney is lowkey full of himself, reader is over him but still she sticks with him, unspoken feelings, a bit of tension, almost forgotten birthdays, slight mention of the beginning of a panic attack, confessions of love.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author’s Note: think 2017-2018 ney when he was like peak fuckboy and everyone in the world was drooling over him 👍🏽 this was an old idea I reworked so it's dedicated to my bestie for the restie @themandaloriansdiaries happy birth week bitch <3

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Barcelona, Spain - 2014.

A little coffee shop off the corner of the street, just a few minutes walk from Barca’s training grounds. It was tucked away from the madness, your head buried in your textbooks. Your campus was 10 minutes away, you’d end up there after lectures for a coffee and end up staying until closing. You didn’t mind the noise or the people watching.

There was always one guy that stopped in almost every other day like clock work, 9pm on the dot as they were closing up; never did they turn him away, even though everything was being packed away when he was showing up.

As they say, curiosity killed the cat and you finally caved, letting your thoughts get the better of you one evening.

It was late, nearing 9 o'clock and the cafe was about to close. Your books were getting stuffed into your bag when the man looked over at you from the counter, he flashed you a smile as you zipped your bag.

“What are you doing here?” You blurted out without thinking.

He looked back at you, puzzled. “Me?” He points to himself, making sure you were talking to him; as if you were talking to anyone else, the place was empty besides you two and the last worker left.

“Yes, you. Do you work the nightshift or something? Are you a doctor? Why are you always here at closing?”

The man laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not a doctor. You don’t know who I am?” He asked and your brows furrowed.

“Bold of you to assume I would know who you are.”

“Well, do you?”

“Why would I?” You looked over at him, bag now slung over your shoulder.

He shrugs, sticking his hand out to you. “Well in that case, I’m Neymar.” You took his hand, shaking it. “Sounds familiar, am I supposed to know you from somewhere?”

Your hand is still in his as he pulls you towards the little window at the front of the cafe, pointing to the massive billboard hung off the side of La Masia.

A photo of Messi, Suarez and himself sat against the wall under the floodlights.

“You play for Barca?” You turned to him, a little shocked. You had seen a game now and then with friends but you never paid much attention. Of course you knew Messi, who didn’t know Messi? Even Suarez looked familiar but for some reason, Neymar never caught your attention.

“I do,” he smiled, spinning the straw in his cup.

“Cool, are you any good?” You ask, the question seemed to have caught him off guard.

The man looked at you, brows furrowed as his head tilted to the side. “I'd like to say yes,” he chuckled to himself. “They don’t put you on a billboard if you’re not any good.”

“I suppose,” you shrugged.

Ney smiled at you, “maybe I'll see you around.. I didn’t catch your name?”

“Y/n,” you offered him your hand, the man taking it and pressing a kiss to it.

Now you were the one off guard, looking at him a bit confused. “I was thinking a handshake but I guess that works too.” You laughed, earning a smile from Ney.

Ney shrugs, tossing the now empty cup into the trash can. “Well, y/n. I’ll see you around.”

And that you did; more often than not, you found yourself hanging around waiting for the handsome football player. Your work would sit open on your laptop, the cursor blinking as you stared out the window, waiting for him to walk by. The moment you spotted him, you started typing again.

Ney would find himself leaving training as soon as it was over, rather than waiting around just so he could get a few more minutes with you before the cafe closed.

It was a little routine you two fell into.

He’d come in, flash you a smile and you’d roll your eyes. Ney would order you another coffee, sit across from you as you typed away on your laptop. You two would sit in silence before he started poking around, asking what you're working on. You’d tell him to hush, you're trying to concentrate and eventually, your laptop is tucked away in your bag and you two were wrapped up in a conversation.

Eventually, he invited you to a game and you were given all the special treatment he could think of; you assured him that inviting you was enough, you weren’t expecting a seat in his box or a jersey he had made just for you with your name and his number.

He went out of his way to make sure you had all of those things - something he continued to do throughout his years at Barca and even now that he’s at PSG.

The weekend you had gone to the game was a good one, they were playing Sevilla at Camp Nou.

The entire stadium was painted blue, red and yellow, the cheers erupting from the second the players stepped out of the tunnel. The game was off to a good start, Leo had scored 21′ and it had gone to half 1-0. Returning from the half, Sevilla had a goal and then Ney scored at 49′- you had never seen anything like it before; not a goal but to feel a stadium explode like that when someone scores. It's happened before with Leo but it’s different when the person you know is the one that scored.

The match ended 5-1, two more goals from Leo and one from Ivan.

While you were up there, you had met Ney’s son, Davi, who was there with his mum, Carol. Ney had told you a bit about them, he and Carol were good friends now, there were no romantic feelings but you knew he cared about her, deeply too, and that was to be expected, she’s the mother of his child.

Nonetheless, she was taking Davi down to see his father and she asked if you’d like to join her.

“Oh, I- you’re sure I’m overstepping?”

You looked at the woman and she smiled, shaking her head. “Not at all, Ney invited you here so I'm sure he’d like to see you.”

You followed her downstairs, the woman leading you through the many back hallways it took to find your way down to the Barca locker room, a place you would find yourself many times over the next few years - so much so that you would be able to find it with your eyes closed.

“There’s daddy,” she pointed him out to Davi, Ney’s already bent down to pick up the boy. He whispers something to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before coming over to say hello to Carol.

Her hand patted his side, taking Davi back from him for a moment. “I think someone is waiting to say hello,” she smiles, nodding towards you.

Ney looks over in your direction, a smile on his face as he walks you to you. His arms open when he reaches you, you instinctively step into his arms and let him hug you.

“You came.” He smiles, arms still around you when he takes the step back.

You shrug, “you invited me and I had nothing else to do,” you joked, earning a laugh from him.

“I scored,” he tells you.

You nod. “I saw.”

“Seems you’ve brought good luck.”

“You don’t need luck.”

“I need you,” he says, eyes meeting yours. You can’t help but roll your own in response to his statement. “Shut up,” you laughed, brushing off his cheeky comment.

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Paris, France 2023.

The sound of honking woke you, you must have forgotten the window opened last night. Your hand rubbed over the empty spot beside you, trying to find your phone.

11:23am stared back at you and you decided it was time to finally get up for the day. You stretched, making your way down the long hallway after getting ready for the day. You assumed Ney would be in the gym seeing that he said he had the day off.

He had invited you to Paris to spend the week with him, it was his last week off before preseason and you two don’t see each other as often as you’d like after his departure from Barca.

He abruptly decided to leave Barca at the end of the 2016-2017 season and at that point, you had finally landed your dream job, there was no way you would uproot your life.

See, the two of you had been spinning around in a will they, won’t they thing for quite some time and you were finally approaching the they will territory when he left for Paris.

Ney asked you to join him, begged you even.

A part of you wanted to say yes but you always promised yourself that you'd never let anything get in the way of your dream life.

Sometimes you regret not going with him, especially when you saw that things were a bit tough for him; it broke your heart to not be there for him but you two remained friends.

You saw each other 2-3 times a year, maybe more if you had to travel for work. He always scheduled a week away for you two sometime during the summer, even if it was just as friends.

Somehow, not a big surprise, the two of you leave the yearly trip with an unsettling feeling; the week alone makes you both realize that if you had only joined him in Paris that life would be different for you.

Much to your surprise, the gym was empty. You found your way back upstairs.

“Ney?” You shouted, walking through the house. You stopped to get some coffee, the pot was full which meant he was home at some point.

“Ney!” You called once more, peeking outside to see if he was in the yard.

The house was empty, aside from you.

You spot something on the table in the dining room and you make your way over to see a note from him.

“Morning sleepyhead,

Unfortunately, I have a few last minute things to get done for pre season and I’m not sure when I'll be back. Order whatever you’d like for lunch - I'm assuming that when you’re gonna get up anyways.

My card is in my room on the vanity, take it and have a good day, go out and spoil yourself a bit. Feel free to take whatever car you want, keys are in the garage.

Happy birthday, Y/n.

- Love, Ney.”

You huff, setting the paper and your mug on the table. Okay so at least he remembers your birthday you thought to yourself.

What last minute things does he need to do that’s so important that it can’t wait until next week?

Nonetheless, you take him up on the offer; getting ready for the day and heading out into the city, his card tucked away in your purse. You ended up going to your favourite restaurant, one of the first places you visited when you came to Paris.

Ney had brought you when he was touring the PSG grounds before he officially made his decision to leave. You two had sat in the back, the player begging you to join in in Paris but you couldn't bring yourself to say yes.

As you sit there, the memories come flooding in.

Every time you're in this god awful city, you regret your answer that first night you were there.

Lunch wrapped up shortly after your thoughts slipped away or rather, you forced them away because it was making your head spin, the feeling of the restaurant closing in on you made you feel a sense of urgency to leave. You found yourself wandering the streets of Paris, finally stopping at a store that caught your eye.

The racks of colourful clothing and purses lined on the wall would take hours to sort through it but was the dress in the display that made you come in; black and fitted, a low cut neckline and an even lower back, the dress stopped mid tight and when you tried it on, it was like it was made just for you. The sales associate that was helping you brought over a pair of heels that she thought would match and she was right, it completed the look.

She took the dress and the heels from you, getting you a new set from the back and wrapped it up in two slick black bags, sliding them over the counter to you after you paid.

You felt like this was enough, despite knowing you could buy the entire city and Ney wouldn’t mind but you headed back to his place. His car parked in the driveway and you headed inside, “I'm back!” You called.

Ney peeked over the side of the couch to see you coming down the hallway towards him, “where's the rest?” He nodded towards the two bags in your hand.

“This is it.”

“That’s it?”

“Yup,” you nodded, handing his card back over to him.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a bit, Ney was telling you about his pre season stuff and you told him about the day you had. He looked over at you, moving to lay on his stomach, his chin now resting on your thigh.

“I know that look,” you give him a glance, brows furrowed as you tried to figure him out. “What do you want?”

“Let’s go to dinner.”

“I’m not that hungry, I ate not too long ago.”

He pouted, yes, pouted like a child, looking up at you. “C’mon, please? It's your birthday, let me take you out.”

You gave in, knowing he'd just keep digging until you said yes. “Fine, let me get changed and we can head out.”

Ney let you go, leaving you to get ready for dinner. It wasn’t until an hour later that he knocked on your door, sticking his head in and asking to come in. You tell him it’s his house and the man rolled his eyes at your comment but sat on the edge of the bed as you pulled the pins out of your hair.

He watches as you walk over to him, standing between his legs. “Zip me up?” You glance over your shoulder at him.

One tug and the zipper was up, he patted your hip - his way of telling you he was done. “You look beautiful,” he tells you with a smile when you turn to face him.

He gets up, “ready?”

You slipped your shoes on, “mhm hm, ready.”

The two of you headed out, Ney had picked some restaurant you two said you would try the last time you were in Paris. Dinner was quiet, the food was good and you two caught up on all the gossip from mutual friends, piecing together the half told stories you had heard.

It dug at you a bit that he didn’t actually tell you happy birthday.

He kept mentioning it, he said it in the note but it’s not the same; you were actually there with him during your birthday for the first time in years. Ney was one of your oldest friends and someone you spent so much time with, it hurt you a bit but you brushed off the feeling, not wanting it to ruin your night.

You were a bit tired but Ney insisted you two stayed for dessert, telling you that he heard it was worth it. It struck you as odd that he wanted to stay but you gave in.

At some point after you two met the middle of the slice of cake you decided to split, you called it quits, telling Ney your heels were killing your feet and you’d like to head home. He gave in suspiciously quick but paid and drove you home. The porch light was on, you're almost certain it was off when you left but you ignored the light while Ney unlocked the door and let you walk in.

Kicking your heels off by the front door, you sighed with relief to have your feet free from the self inflicted torture.

You almost missed the speckles of red along the floor, rose petals lead to the living room and you glanced back at Ney, shooting him a confused look. His hand rested on your back as he urged you to keep walking. You followed the trail of flowers into the living room to see what was there.

What awaited you was like nothing you'd seen before, maybe only in romance movies with rich guys; massive bouquets of flowers, balloons covered the ceiling along with the back wall by the couch, the balloon letters spelt out happy birthday and there were two numbers that were your age. Not to mention the numerous gift bags and boxes set up on the coffee table along with a cake, your name written across it in blue frosting.

Your hands covered your mouth as you looked around, Ney’s cheek pressed to yours as he hugged you from behind. “You didn’t think I'd let your birthday go by without properly celebrating it, did you?”

“Thank you,” you smiled, turning around to hug him. “This is-”

“Before you say it’s too much, it’s not enough for everything you are to me,” he tells you, a hand giving your hip a squeeze. “Go on.” He nods towards the table.

You made yourself comfortable on the floor by the coffee table, Ney came back from the kitchen with two forks, some candles and a lighter.

He stuck the candles in the cake and lit them, singing happy birthday to you terribly off-key. You made sure to record a little bit before setting your phone down to blow out the candles.

He bought you just about everything your heart could desire, from shoes to clothes to makeup, to luggage and purses, it felt like he had bought one of everything in Paris for you. You turned around, shifting to between his legs when you pulled him into a hug, the man hunched over as you were still sitting on the floor.

It was all a bit overwhelming, so when he pulled out one more box from his pocket, you looked at him a bit confused.

“Another one?” You asked, hesitantly taking the box that was being offered to you.

It was small, a little blue box with a bow over it. It was too heavy to be jewelry considering the size of the box. “Oh my god, you didn’t buy me a car, did you? Because that would be way too much.”

Ney laughed, shaking his head. “Just open it.”

So you did, undoing the bow and taking off the lid to find a set of keys; house keys identical to the set you had on the vanity in your room at the moment.

“Keys to your house?” You looked at him confused.

“Yes, but these are specifically for you.” He tells you and you look down at the bunch of keys on the ring, there were a few key chains; one of your initials, a PSG one, a Barca one and one was a custom one with a photo of you and him from the first time you went to one of his games. “That way you can come and go as you please.”

There’s a hidden meaning behind his words. “Ney.. what are you trying to say?”

“I want you here.. with me. It doesn't feel right like this, y/n. The two of us separated like this, knowing we're supposed to be together. Seeing you a few times a year isn’t enough for me and nothing’s changed in the way I feel for you, I love you. I have always loved you.”

“I-” you let out a breath, trying to gather your thoughts.

“You're running your own firm, you travel for work anyways. Why can't we do this? Like we were supposed to from the start.” He looks down at you and you glance down at the keys in your hand.

“I regretted it,” you say, looking up at him. “I’ve regretted saying no to you from the moment I left you in Paris the first time. Not a week goes by where I don’t wish I had said yes.”

Ney’s hands cupped your jaw, meeting you halfway when you move onto your knees. “It’s not too late.”

Your eyes met his, “it’s not?”

“It’s never too late for you, y/n. I would wait a million years if it meant you were mine.”

“Well, that’s a bit dramatic, Ney.” You laughed, earning a smile from him. The man leaned in, lips about to touch yours, “will you move in with me?”

“Yes,” you nodded, your hand wrapped around his wrist when he pulled you into him, closing the gap between you two. It felt like nothing had changed, you two had picked up right where you left off and you were glad for that; nothing ever felt as right as saying yes to him.

“One more thing,” he tells you and you shake your head, “I hate to say it, I'm all gifted out.”

“Happy birthday, y/n.” He finally whispers to you, you smiled up at him. “Thank you, Ney, for everything.”

“Nothing’s ever too much for you.” He whispers, kissing your temple.

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mrs-santoss · 1 year

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Teasing Queen - Neymar Imagine

Summary: Y/N decides to tease Neymar with a few pics from her camera roll during a very inappropriate time. ;)

Warning: mentions of sex. I ordered some lingerie sets the other day and they finally arrived. I was at home when the package arrived I was very excited to open it right away and try on everything I got. First, I tried on the blue lingerie and took a good pic of it, next, I tried on the red set I was very pleased with, even the photo came out very hot. Next up, was the dark blue set which turned out to be my favorite one, I felt very confident in it. Last but not least, I tried on the yellow set and took a photo wearing this one too. I was very satisfied with everything that I ordered. I planned on wearing my favorite on tonight for Ney and surprise him. He's isn't aware of this, that's why I'm not sharing the photos with him yet. As I was selecting the best photos on my phone, suddenly, I get a text message for Neymar.

"Bebê I just got done with training and I'm going to take a shower . I knew I would be late so I brought my outfit for Thiago's dinner with me. Is it okay if we both drive there separately? If I stop by to pick you up we will be suupppeer late. Love you lots, see ya there xx"

Oh, crap. I forgot about that AT ALL. Now, I became very pissed about ruining my plans. I know it's not Neymar's fault at all, however, I decided to not ruin my good mood and hopped in the shower to get ready for tonight. Before I did that, I responded to his text. "Sure thing, meu amor. I will text you once I get there."

After I did my hair and makeup, I decided to wear one of the lingerie sets under my dress. I wore my favorite dark blue ones. After going through my closet and cringing at everything I picked, I decided to wear a black tight dress that really hugged my curves. I get my purse, lock all the doors and get in the car.

I arrived at Thiago's dinner party before Neymar. I texted him, letting him know I'm here and he responded with "I will be there in 5 minutes amor".

I was engaging in conversations with different people at the party and suddenly I feel an arm around my waist from behind. I didn't bother to look at who it was, I just reached my hand to cup his cheek, I knew it was Neymar. Neymar's POV: I arrive at the party and I immediately spot my girlfriend at the kitchen counter talking to Thiago's friends. I go behind her and wrap and arm around her waist. She touches my face and I turn her around to kiss her. She was wearing my favorite dress of hers.

"Hi, there miss! I can see you're here alone. May I join you?" I ask her playfully with a smile.

"Hmm, yeah sure! My boyfriend was supposed to be here, but he isn't coming I guess." she responds, making a playful face.

"Is that soo?!" I raise an eyebrow and kiss her soft lips. She laughs. I love her laugh.

We make our way to the living room, where everyone is sitting there sipping wine and chatting. Y/N and I sit next to each other on the couch. After a couple minutes, Y/N offers help to the people in the kitchen and leaves.

After she does so, I get a text on my phone which I decide to ignore at first. The phone buzzes again. I get it out of my pocket to check it out. Wrong move! I should've done that somewhere in privacy. It was Y/N.

"Too bad you were late today, bebê. You missed the show :(" and sent this photo .

Oh my god. What is the doing to me? She looks extremely hot. I had a feeling I would regret being late today.

"Amoooor, what are u doing? Don't do this to me, pleaseee. You look super sexy" I respond to her text, hoping that was it. I mean, we just got here. I can't get worked up 3 hours BEFORE we get home.

"Ohh! Are you sure you don't want any more" she texts back and send this photo.

"YY/NNNN you'reee killing mee, amorrr. Everyone is looking at me confused. I text her back and I excuse myself to the balcony for a "phone call".

"Is that so?! Do you want to know what I'm wearing underneath this black dress? ;)" she texts back immediately and sends photo.

Oh my god. Fuck me! I get this rush of emotions to just storm in the kitchen and bend her over the kitchen island in front of everyone.

"Do you have any idea what I will do to you tonight?!" I text her back, maybe this will make her wait.

"Hmm, can you give me a hint?" she text back. Oh, she really is determined to make me go crazy.

"As soon as you step inside the house, I will rip that pretty little black dress of yours from your body and throw you on the bed on your knees, and fuck your brains out from behind as you moan my name" I text her back. I hoped to get her worked up, however, I did that to MYSELF just thinking about it.

"Uuuu, that sounds hot. Would you rather have me wear that lingerie or this one?" she texts back and send THIS photo.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I get back to the living room with a "worried" look on my face. I tell Thiago that Y/N and I will unfortunately have to leave right now because of an emergency. Thiago doesn't ask any follow up questions, trying to be understandable. I didn't even feel about about lying, my mind that somewhere else completely. I go to the kitchen and tell Y/N we have to leave because of an emergency. She plays along and says goodbye to everyone. Thiago walks us to the door and hugs us goodbye. As soon as he shuts the door, I give Y/N a look filled with lust. She looks back and me and smiles. "I'll meet you at home, I guess" she says and makes her way to her car. "FUUCKKK! I forgot about it" I groan and make my way to my car quickly not wanting to waste any time. I completely forgot we came here separately. She arrives before me and parks her car in the driveway. I quickly do the same and catch up to her entering the house. I shut the door really fast and turn around to lift her up in my arms.

"You dirty little thing! You had fun with that, didn't you?" I ask her and I felt myself grow in my jeans. "Now, it's my turn to have my fun!" "No one's complaining about it!" she says back and bites my lip. I will do everything I told her I will, more for sure.

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footballandfics · 1 year

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could you write the hickeys/scratches one for neymar please? :)

You didn't see your boyfriend neymar for about 3 weeks because he had a international games.

You missed him so much, same as he missed you.

So when he finally came back, you have been at it for a few days.

Every chance both of you had to have sex

That's what You did

But now he has to go back to his club.

So maybe both of you over done it .

You left scratches on his back

And some love bites here and there

And he left some on you.

You wake up before him because of your work

You wake him up before going so you kiss him goodbye and make sure he doesn't get up late.

You didn't get to see him fully but you saw what he did to you, luckily it's winter so you wear turtleneck to hide everything.

Can't say the same about neymar though.

Since he have to change today in front of his teammates multiple times a day.

First to notice the hickeys is verratti and neymar was fully dressed.

"Ney what's that on your neck?"

Verratti asks knowing fully what is that

Just to tease

"Misquote bite"

" Yeah and I'm the goalkeeper from now on"

"Asked stupid questions received a stupid answer , you know what it is"

Verratti and neymar playfully fight for a bit

Until they get to the changing room

Neymar start to change.

Takes his shirt off

"Wow you really have been going at it" the italian come back again with a comment.

"OH neymar even with your tattoos the scratchs are visible"

Ramos adds.

"Yeah will what can I say I'm healthy man with a beautiful lady"

Neymar is so shameless he doesn't really care

They can say whatever they want

He loves your hickeys and scratches that you leave on him.

Especially when he's gone for a while

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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Yacht Day - Kylian Mbappe x reader

Summary: Kylian and Y/N are hanging out with their friends on a yacht. Y/N gets turned on my Kylian in a very inappropriate time. Warning: mention of sex. Word count: 1.7k

The warm sun beats down on my skin as I lounge on the yacht with my friends, enjoying our much-needed vacation. We're all having a great time, laughing and chatting over some beers. It was Kylian’s idea to have a vacation day with Neymar and Bruna, my best friend Violet and her husband Devin with their two year old daughter, Aria. We all grew close together after hanging out a couple of times together at mine and Kylian’s apartment. The chemistry between us as a group was strong so we love to do these kinds of activities together often.

Aria was sitting on my lap showing me her toys she had brought with her. I’ve been friends with Violet before she got pregnant, so I’ve been close with Aria since she was born. Sometimes, Kylian and I babysit her on Saturdays and we love spending time with her. I love seeing Kylian spend time with her. It makes me excited to have a family with him someday. We’ve had that conversation multiple times and we’re both on the same page. “Hey, mama. We have to put on more sunscreen, come on.” Violet reached out her hands to grab Aria from my lap. I hand her Aria and smile at their mother-daughter moment. The other guys were sitting, having a fun conversation because I can hear them laugh.

“Hey, Vi. I’m gonna head out on the deck while you take care of Aria.” “Sure. I’m going to put her down for a nap and I’ll be right out there after.” I nodded and made my way out. The sun was shining, tanning my exposed skin. I was wearing a green skirt and white crop top and a scarf on my head. Bruna was sitting close to Neymar on the couch, with his arm around her, while Devin sat on the floor with a beer in his hand. I spotted Kylian sitting on the stairs with his elbows resting on his knees, holding a beer on his left hand. He looked handsome in white shorts and no shirt.

When Kylian spotted me, he motioned for me to sit on one stair below him, in between his legs. He kissed my forehead and smiled, looking down at me.

“Hey baby, did you have fun with Aria?”

“Yeah, but Violet is putting her to sleep right now. She was tired.” “Aww, I had fun with her too. I took a couple selfies with her.” I smiled at Kylian’s face when talking about Aria. He's a manly man, but he's not afraid to show his softer side, and I find that so incredibly attractive.

“...and then I had to call him to make sure…” Neymar continued his story he was telling before I got here. Kylian lifted his head from looking at me and paid attention to Neymar. Anytime he laughed, I could feel his vibrations on my pressed back on his chest.

Because he was resting his elbows on his knees, I was practically trapped in between him. He held the beer with one hand, and subconsciously ran the fingers of his free hand on my cheek without looking at me.

“Oh yeah, yeah. I remember that. I told Y/N about it, it was so funny.” I didn’t even know what Kylian was talking about, his muscular thighs are making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else.

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I think about how turned on I am by his position behind me. I know I should be paying attention to the conversation, but all I can think about is how badly I want to feel his strong arms wrapped around me.

"Hey, Y/N, are you even listening to us?" Neymar asks, snapping me out of my reverie.

I turn my head to look at him, feeling a little embarrassed. "Sorry, what was that?"

Neymar chuckles. "I was talking about that story that happened at training last week."

I shake my head, feeling a little flustered. "Oh, right. It was so funny."

"I laughed so hard when Ney told me," Bruna says with a smile. "I couldn’t even breathe."

I nod, trying to focus on the conversation again. But it's hard when Kylian's warm breath is tickling my ear, and his fingers are idly tracing circles on my neck. I can feel myself getting wet, and I know I need to get a hold of myself before I embarrass myself in front of everyone.

Kylian seemed to notice the absent state and put his hand to caress my jaw and lightly pushed my head closer to his chest.

"Is everything okay, baby?" he whispers in my ear, and I can hear the amusement in his voice.

I nod, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, everything's fine, Ky."

Kylian chuckles, and I can feel his lips brush against my ear.. "You know, I can feel you getting turned on, right?"

I feel my face flush bright red, and I try to pull away from him. "Kylian, please," I whisper, hoping that nobody else can hear us.

He leans closer to my ear, talking in a low voice.. "We just got here, baby.."

I lift my head to look at his face and close my eyes, making a pouty face. ”I knoww!”

He chuckles at me and kisses my lips and leaned close to my ear again, I look down. ”I’ll take good care of you when we get home, baby.”

His warm breath on my skin sent a rush of sensations through my body, and I couldn't help but feel a little weak in the knees. His words were a soft and gentle murmur, but they carried a weight that made my heart skip a beat. In that moment, everything else faded away and it was just the two of us, lost in each other's embrace.

“Ky, don’t do that please..” he knows I get weak when he does that.

He grins and runs his hand up and down my thigh.” Do what?” I grip his thighs. “You like to torture me, don’t you?” I looked back up at him, giving him a look that begged him to stop turning me on more.

“Baby, everyone is looking at us..”

“Hey, Aria finally fell asleep, what are you guys chatting about?” Violet came out on the deck and sat next to her husband.

Violet’s entrance brought me back to reality and I looked up at Kylian.” Baby, stop doing that.” “I’m not doing anything!” he nuzzled his nose deeper into my neck as he said this. “That!”

But he didn't stop, and instead, he enjoyed seeing me in this shy, turned on state. He loved having this effect on me, and I couldn't help but love it too.

As the conversation died down, I excused myself to the bathroom, hoping to calm myself down. I splashed some water on my face and took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions. I sat on the bathroom counter and took a moment to calm down before heading out. I closed my eyes and relived the position I was in minutes ago, between my hot, unresistable boyfriend’s legs.

The door opened and a happy, smirking Kylian walked in. He locked the door behind him and came up to me, standing between my hanging legs on the counter. His soft lips brushed against mine. He traveled his lips down my neck, my chest and ran his on my butt.

“Kylian…” I closed my eyes letting out a small moan.

He kissed me and spoke with his lips against me.”Shh, quiet baby. I will take care of you.” I couldn't resist him any longer, and I didn't want to. I needed him now more than ever, and he knew it. As he continued to kiss me, I felt his hand slide up my thigh under my skirt, making me shudder with pleasure. He shushed me every time I moaned, his lips finding mine again and again, silencing me with his kisses.

His hand continued to move higher and higher, until it reached my middle. I gasped as he slid a finger in, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

“Shh, be a good girl, baby.”

He continued to finger me, his mouth exploring every inch of my neck, and I couldn't control myself any longer. I moaned, feeling the pleasure building up inside me. Kylian's touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. He added another finger, stretching me out, and I gasped as the sensations became even more intense.

"Kylian," I moaned, unable to hold back the pleasure building inside me.

He shushed me again, his mouth finding mine in a passionate kiss. As his fingers continued to move inside me, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, my body on the brink of orgasm.

And then it hit me, a wave of pleasure washing over me as I came undone in his arms while I hung my mouth open as he kissed the corner of my lips, looking in his eyes as he did the same. My body was shaking with ecstasy, and he held me close, whispering words of love and comfort in my ear.

He continued to hold me close against his chest as I caught my breath, my eyes still closed. He kissed my neck and ran his hands on my back. I opened my eyes and loosely wrapped my arms around his waist.

“You okay, love?” he pulled away from the hug and cupped my face, softly kissing my lips. He always asks me that after sex, it’s one of his aftercare things.

“I feel amazing, baby. I love you.” I smiled at him and he pressed his lips against my forehead. “I love you too, amor.” He helped me hop off the bathroom counter.

“You go join the guys back there as I fix myself up and change my skirt and panties, okay?”

He nodded and gave me a quick peck before he left the bathroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, smiling like an idiot, thinking about the way Kylian makes me feel. I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be able to call him mine.

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