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luvneymar · 2 years

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# PRINCESS TREATMENT! — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 2!)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealously, light sensuality, sexual themes in messi’s drabble

PARINGS: young!messi x reader, young!christiano, barça!neymar x reader, jude bellingham x reader

NOTE: feel free to change anything about the dress or the jewellery 💕

NEYMAR JUNIOR — credit card!

“Angel, o que você está olhando?” Neymar kissed your forehead before plopping down beside you sliding his hand to your waist. You took a sip from your red wine before answering him “Online Shopping.” [What are you looking at?]

You were currently shopping on Van Cleef & Arpels for the trending Vintage Alhambra set, your friend had showed it & you couldn’t help but take and interest in it.

“Hmm, do you like it?” Neymar asked kissing down your neck till he reached your collarbone, you curl your hand around his head as he nipped at your vanilla scented soft skin. “Yeah it’s beautiful. I prefer it in red though.”

You took another sip of your wine as you placed the last item of the set in the cart inching the total amount above 60,000. You took a deep sigh placing your wine cup onto the coffee table in-front of you.

“Something wrong princess?” Neymar asks slightly concerned with the look on your face, you shook your head slowly tapping the arm-rest of the couch with your nails before pulling his head onto your lap with his hair scratching against your exposed thighs.

“Nothing, I just feel bad spending your money.” You muttered out, not used to living such a lavish lifestyle to this degree & having everything at your fingertips was a constant battle with your impulse control issues.

He sat up slowly looking deeply into your eyes, he had a serious look on his face but all you could see was love and affection seeping from his pores every second he stared into your eyes.

“My love, what does life mean for me if I can’t spend money on the woman I love? My money is your money & your money is your money.” Hearing that shut down any type of insecure thoughts still lingering in your mind.

As your eyes focus’s on his he grabbed the back of your neck moving aside any stray hair and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Neymar smiled into the kiss as he can taste your strawberry chapstick on his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss staring at your boyfriend who just sat in front of you with a cocky look on his face wiping away the saliva from his lips as he later back down hands behind his head your exposed lap.

“Buy anything you’d like love, my money is for you & you only.”

CRISTIANO RONALDO — expensive jewelry!

“Which one would you like beautiful? Pick anything you like.” Cristiano whispered into your ear as you skimmed the different glass boxes filled with 24k+ different types of diamonds, golds & other expensive stones.

He had to practically beg you to go out with him today as you were feeling a little down lately but he knew you’d like what you were looking at. “Relax baby I’ll choose one.” You giggled walking to the other side of the boutique to look at the emerald stones.

You weren’t a big fan of dark swampy colours of greens but something about emerald jewels just caught your eye in a way other gems couldn’t; except diamonds of course. Apart from Cristiano; Diamonds were your 1 true love.

“Excuse me how much is—” Just as you were going to ask the salesman the price of the necklace + earrings set you just found Cris had interrupted you placing his hand over your mouth. “Hi can you grab this for us please? Thank you so much.”

As the jeweller prepared the necklace Ronaldo had pulled you into a secluded area of the store placing a finger over his mouth signalling you to be quiet. “Love, don’t ask for the price when you’re out with me. Ever. If you’re with me just ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Mr. Ronaldo.” You pulled him by the tie for a quick kiss where he wrapped his arms around your waist inching his hand down towards your ass giving it a slight squeeze.

You both pulled away walking back to the salesman with his hand still on your ass who was calling your names. “Mr. Ronaldo, this is a 24 carat, hand crafted, €310,000 necklace. All the diamonds here are—”

“I know you’re just doing your job but I’m sure my girlfriend here doesn’t care about all the statistics. Please box it for her & send me the bill.” Cristiano cut the salesman off once he noticed you weren’t paying 1 bit of attention to the details of the necklace + earring’s history.

“Right away.” The jeweller smiled before walking away to get the actual product out the back to begin packaging it. Once he walked away you turned to Cris and pulled him in for a kiss cupping his face.

Once you both pulled away he wiped away some dust from your face with his thumb while staring into your eyes as if he had been hypnotized by you. “What was that for?”

“You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You questioned pulling him to whisper in his ear, he chuckled lowly rubbing circles on your ass.

“No, not that. You rarely kiss me in public if it isn’t a secluded area.” You looked up at him with your (colour) doe eyes as you watched him swallow nervously loosening his tie.

“Well you just bought me €300,000 diamond necklaces. It’s your reward.” Dragging your finger down his chest & looking up at him with your eyes filled with a look of seduction & affection.

“If spoiling my lover gets me rewards like this you can pick out anything you like in the store. We won’t leave till your satisfied.”

JUDE BELLINGHAM — shoe strap!

“Darling are you finish yet? We have to leave soon.” Jude walks into your shared bedroom & watches you finish the final touches of your make up dress still unzipped and different pairs of heels spread around the room.

“Sorry baby, I was having trouble zipping up my dress then I couldn’t pick between a few heels.” Seeing him walk into the room made you go faster than you already were. Feeling his hands on your shoulders calmed you down.

“Don’t stress, I’ll help you.” He motioned you to sit up from the ottoman, feeling his cold hands against your exposed warm back sent electric waves down your spine giving you goosebumps all over your arms.

As Jude’s hands zipped up your dress you stared him through the mirror watching his every move. Once he was done he spun you around and kissed your forehead placing his on-top of yours.

You both stayed in that position for a while before he pulled away and made his way towards your shared walk-in closet coming back your YSL heels. “Oh not those they’re soooo hard to walk in.”

You complained walking towards the bed to pick up a different pair of shoes. He placed the shoe box beside you taking the pair of Red Bottoms and flinging them somewhere around the room. “You look stunning in them, if your feet start to hurt I’ll carry you. Okay?”

“…Okay” You responded sticking out your foot so Jude could put on the first shoe, you felt like Cinderella when she lost her glass shoe & the prince came to personally return it to her.

“Stand up baby.” Jude helped you stand up from the bed as if you were made of glass holding your waist as he hoisted you up.

Jude bent down to adjust the strap of your heel around your ankle, once he was done he lifted your foot to kiss the side of your ankle before going to the other one.

As he did the same to your left foot he hadn’t notice your phone recording him as he looked back and saw you recording a tiktok through the mirror behind you. “Enjoying showing me off?”

You giggled pulling your foot away once he was done he placed your foot on the ground and stood back up, you placed your phone in your purse and turned around to place it on the bed putting in your lip-gloss & power in your bag.

As you put the rest of your items in your bag you felt Jude’s hands slip around your waist pulling you closer towards his body, you hadn’t thought anything of it until you felt something firm against your ass.

“Is that what I think it is?” You turned around to face him looking into his brown eyes which was filled lust & affection. He took your hand and tried to place it on his hard-on. Just for you to pull away.

“Uh huh, We’re going to this dinner Mr.” You pulled away and walked away towards the hallway with Jude jogging right behind you

“Can we at-least leave halfway?” He asked stopping you by grabbing onto your hand intertwining your fingers with his. “Maybe.”

“God you drive me absolutely insane baby.”

LIONEL MESSI — shopping spree!

“Sweetheart are you done yet?” Leo asked from outside the dressing room where you were currently trying on your 7th dress from the store.

You had asked to spend the day with him & when he decided to go to a shopping centre you knew were going to walk out of their a few thousand dollars poorer.

Lionel loved spending money on you as he saw how happy you looked dressing up for different events you both attended like dates, galas, award shows, games & everything else between the lines.

“Yeah I just need help with the zipper!” You opened the door of the change room and came out a in a tight black dress decorated in gold chains, you fell in-love with the dress the moment you saw lily were it the MET GALA & Leo just had to get it for you.

As you spun looking at yourself in mirror enjoying the dress Leo couldn’t help but stare at you in awe almost dropping all the shopping bags in his hands along with the other dressed over his shoulder. “God you look—”

“Stunning? Sexy? I know. All thanks to you baby. And my parents of course.” You walked towards him pulling him in for a long passionate kiss, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting you two.

You looked around to see if any of the workers were around before pulling him in once again kissing him deeply as you pushed your tongue between his lips. His teammates and friends had always teased him for being pussy whipped & a simp for you.

He had always denied it thinking he was just treating you the way a boyfriend with his status & fame should but whenever you pulled him in for a kiss the way you just did he knew they were right.

“Leo baby you dropped my bags.” You whispered as you pulled away just enough for your lips to not be touching, you pulled away snickering at him before entering the change room once again to try on another dress

“Last one okay baby!” You shouted as you threw the dress over the door onto Leo’s head, he placed the bags and dresses onto the couch he was sitting and sat up sneaking into the change room along with you.

“Leo what are you—!” He slammed the door shut and pulled your body closer towards him, you just took off the previous dress so you were still in your undergarments.

“You cant be in here! What if an employee see you?” You panicked unaware of him unhooking your lacy bra as he kissed your neck hands rubbing down your waist all the way to your hips.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fast.” He whispered pulling off your bra covering your breasts with his hands as he stared at you in the mirror. “You’re too much!” You laughed turning around to face your boyfriend.

The moment you turned around he spun you back around so you could see yourself in the mirror. “You can milk me of every penny I own I don’t care, please just let me fuck you right now. I need it so badly you don’t even know.”

NOTE: i’m so sorry my tumblr is acting up rn idk if it’s showing on the tags or anything hopefully it’ll fix itself in a few! 🤍

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clov3sr · 2 years

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Wholly | j. bellingham

. a/a — I. love. the. idea. of. mean. couples. Like oh my fucking. BRO.

. c/t w(s) — fem!reader, little spicy nothing crazy chill out, very haphazardly proofread so no promises

. ♫ — make me better; Fabolous, Ne-Yo

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 2:22 ─────ㅇ─── 4:13

—— "the right when I'm wrong, so I never slip; show me how to move, that's why I never trip."

𓆩♱𓆪 THE BAR WAS crowded, riddled with drunk patrons attempting to flag down the bartenders. Jude much preferred the solitude of his private section, but from the bar he could watch you tap the pads of your fingers against your exposed thigh, teasingly looking down at him with that sly smirk that he's beyond proud to say came from him. He's used to hearing dire threats of a man's ego mutilating into fatal hubris, but he can't relate it to being your man; There can only be good that stems from knowing he's the only one who gets to inch his hand up your little dress, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck. He's the only one who knows how much more overwhelmingly intoxicating your perfume is compared to the drinks he's getting for the two of you. and you're the only one who gets to scratch lightly at the base of his neck and grip his bicep, a warning of your very public location. There's not much else he can say looks as good on you as pure confidence and trust in him.

So much trust that when girls inevitably approach him, he watches as that coy smile widens eagerly, and his eyes don't — can't — leave yours.

He wholly belongs to you.

The hand that slaps his own is rougher than the usual groupies because it's not one. Instead, he glances momentarily to see another man leaning back against the bar counter with him, one who's not even looking at Jude, but straight upwards at you.

"Pretty as hell," is all he leadingly mumbles, and Jude scoffs a bit in annoyance, but it's lost on the former male.

"Yep." He spits in response. Your eyebrows lower slightly in confused amusement. Jude tilts his head up disapprovingly and shakes his head slowly; he adores the silent communication the two of you have developed naturally.

"What're the chances I can bag that?" the anonymous male chuckles, and Jude can feel the thin thread of his patience shearing by the millisecond.

"Zero."

This earns him an entertained grin, and Jude wants to throw his head back in exasperation right then and there. He's heard enough of your stories to know where this is going,

"That a challenge, man?"

It's so infuriating that he can't disprove you when you proclaim that men are trash.

"It was not." His eyes are still on yours, and by the way they degrade in brilliance with every word, you can tell he's not enjoying whatever conversation he's having. Unlike Jude, you find it extremely amusing, covering your mouth as you giggle. His expression is always so telling, and this guy is apparently so dense that he can't tell. That, or it's because the stranger's eyes haven't left you either, so he probably just hasn't seen it yet.

"Dressed like that? All alone in a section? Those types are easy. Just need a bit of attention."

Jude can feel the familiar heat of boiling anger bubble in his chest, but he quells it just barely. He could make his PR team hate their job tonight, but he won't be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes if he has to hear Hendo's fatherly scolding about it. He won't act in the way he desperately wants to, but he does need this guy to shut the hell up immediately.

"She's a woman, not a rescue dog. Watch your fucking mouth."

The man looks over in offense, obviously just now realizing that Jude is not the random bonding type of guy. He shakes his head, as if deciding to let Jude off easy, and pushes himself off the counter. While he begins to strut over to your section, he fixes his posture and pulls his shirt down in an attempt to neaten it.

Just after he takes his leave, the bartender makes it to Jude with a hurried apology, which he assures is unnecessary, and asks for the bottle you both prefer. Two in hand, he's seconds behind the stranger on the way toward you.

"Hello, beautiful."

The prior playfulness that you wore on your face was immediately infected with aversion, your eyes finally leaving Jude to look up at the guy standing over you. Oh, he doesn't know. Shame.

"Hi?" you pull your crossed legs in towards yourself, tilting your body direction anywhere but towards him. He won't get the hint, you've been through too many situations like this to believe he will, but it still makes you feel slightly less revolted regardless.

"You're too hot to be sittin' up here alone, yeah?" He's slurring his words, and you're sure if you were closer you could smell the stench of alcohol and cheap cologne, but the thought of being that close makes you shudder uncomfortably. To your satisfaction, you see Jude emerge with your favorite drink in both hands, and he provokingly sits them on the glass table with a purposeful clink.

"Hmm," your fingertip taps your bottom lip ironically, and for a brief second, you wonder where this side of you came from. There is just something about Jude's conviction that you're his that makes any attempt at you criminally insolent. You'll make sure anybody who tries to get at you or Jude, and everybody around them, know never to try moronic shit like this again, "I am, aren't I?"

Jude frustratingly collapses at your side, practically on top of you, and automatically resumes his position kissing fervidly down your jawline. Occasionally, he'll spend longer on a particular spot, accompanying it with a taunting squeeze of his large hand around your smooth thigh, even as it inches farther up by the second. He's still aware enough, however, to allow you to lean forward a little and grab the neck of your bottle and your glass. He smiles for the first time since this altercation when he hears your breath hitch in pleasure, legs tensing slightly in seek of friction.

As you somehow manage to pour the drink into your glass without spilling it, your eyes dart back up coldly to the man who's still standing there like a deer in headlights. You almost feel bad, but Jude's fingers begin digging into your thigh again, and any mercy you had is stripped away instantaneously. Maybe he's a bad influence in this way, but it's a thrill you wouldn't give up for anything. Your eyebrows furrow in judgment, your nose scrunching up just to seal the look of pure disgust.

Jude's hand leaves your thigh, and you sigh disappointingly at the loss of warmth and pressure. The displeasure is soon sidelined, though, when that hand flicks twice towards the man, a blatant fuck you, shoo, and then returns to rubbing up and down your side. It's like Jude knows just how to spur you on, how to weed out that twinge of evil that you're sure originates from your mother's side. Right now, you decide you want to reward him for giving you that spirit, reciprocally assure him you wholly belong to him, and it's that conviction that laces your spitting tongue with a ruinous venom,

"Why're you still here, freak?"

. a/pn(s) — Mean. Couples. ahehehaha.

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hamiltonaf · 2 years

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Daddy Duties | Neymar Jr.

Pairing: Dad!Neymar Jr. x Mum!Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: None

A/N: The baby fever is real…send help. This is based on this old video that went viral many years ago, I hope it rings a bell. This video kills me till this day and I just had to put something together. Enjoy .xoxo

Neymar was on a 2 week break from playing, which coincidentally happens to be at the same time that I’m back at work.

I know that I have the option to not work, as Neymar had reminded me many times, but I won’t lie in saying that I enjoy working. I always wanted to have money of my own and I enjoy being in a different environment compared to being at home 24/7. Neymar would spend most of his time at home after practice or working out during the day, he’s also big help in looking after our daughter whilst I’m away.

Our daughter is 2 and a half years old, clearly a mini us since she was a dancer, she had the curls and not forgetting her humour just like her mum.

I woke up at 6am, of course both father and daughter were still sound asleep beside me. He had an arm wrapped around her small frame whilst her head was snuggled closely to his chest. The perfect view to wake up to if you ask me because my heart is actually melting at all this cuteness.

After having a shower I got dressed into a black pant suit and quickly straightened my hair. I slipped on my heels and walked back over to the bed, "Goodbye my baby's" I sang as I pecked Neymar’s cheek and crawled over him to peck our baby girl. She then stirred in her sleep before fluttering her eyes open. I stood up still as I watched her sit up and rub her eyes. She then looked up at me and held her arms out for me to carry her. "Mama" she cried as she looked at me.

"Aww pumpkin, Mama has to go now" I said as I held her closely and moved from side to side in hopes she would fall back to sleep. "Ney" I whisper yelled. He hummed in his sleep as I shook my head, these two. "Please distract her whilst I leave" I said as I watched her eyes slowly closing. He hummed again in a reply, I laid her down on his chest as I walked over to the dresser table to grab my bag.

Just before I can close the door behind me, I watched him lay her flat on his chest as he lightly patted her back to fall asleep. So much for telling him to distract her...but they're so cute. I smiled at the two of them before closing the door behind me. I grabbed an apple on my way out to the car before driving off to work.

Work today was no different to how it was last year, it was a drag and a bit boring but thanks to a work friend of mine for the past year, Olivia, she made work fun as she'd occasionally crack jokes and she'd fill me in on the latest tea that's going on in the office. Bless her. She's honestly the best, I feel like I've known her for a year, if it wasn't for her then I'd honestly dread going to work - which I do already - but she makes me look forward to going.

After finishing off my work I switched off my computer and neatened my desk before grabbing my hand bag, and making my way to the car park. As I reversed out of the car park, luckily my phone was connected through Bluetooth in the car. I had my daily mix playlist on Spotify playing to keep me going for the drive home.

I was about 5 minutes away from home, I decided to call Neymar to just check up on him and my little pumpkin. After 2 rings he answered the phone, "Hey baby" he answered. "Heya babe, just checking what my faves are up to" I smiled. "I'm just looking for some food to give (Y/D/N)" he said as I could hear the fridge or cupboard closing in the background. "Where's Carolina and everyone else ?" I asked confused, usually his whole entourage’ is always around. "They just left a while ago to go out to eat" he said. "Ohh…why didn’t you go ? You couldn’t taken (Y/D/N) along with you” “I know I know… but then I’d end up coming home late…I just want to be with my girls” he said. I cooed. “Awww Ney. Well I already can’t wait to come home now to spend time with you guys !” I squealed. “Okay I’m gonna be home in a bit. Her porridge is in the cupboard next to the fridge. Instructions are on the box, it’s not rocket science. You think you can do it ?” I challenged. “Uhh yes ! I can do anything” he scoffed. “Best of luck with daddy duties. Mwah. Ciao” I said lastly before ending the call.

As I pulled up in front of the driveway, my heels clicked against the wooden floor as I entered the house. "I'm home" I sang as I closed the front door behind me. I placed my handbag onto the kitchen counter, Neymar was still rummaging through the cupboard whilst his music was blasted. I shook my head as I walked up behind him and placed the porridge box in front of him. “Oh” he said to himself, then turned to look at me. “Thank you” he pecked my lips. “It’s okay, I’ll do it” I said as I took the box from him. “No no no, I’ll do it” he insisted as he took the box away from me. “You sure ?” I raised a brow as I walked around to lean on the kitchen counter and face him. “Okay…can you show me like one time and I’ll do it on my own from now on ?” He pouted as he tilted his head to the side. “Sure” I broke into a smile then walked back around to prepare the porridge.

As I did so, I could feel his stare on me the whole time. “I hope you’re learning something and not just staring at me” I said as I turned to look at him. "Do you always dress like this for work ?" He caught me off guard and raised a brow. "Looks like you never notice me" I said playfully.

He scoffed, "Of course I do ! You just look different. Hotter and a sexier looking mama" he smirked as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Thank you babe…Gotta look like I'm still trying to find a man" I had on a cheeky grin. His grip loosened. "I'm just kidding !" I said as I turned to kiss his cheek. "I'd like to see which man tries his luck with you because the first thing he'd be seeing is my fist" he mumbled into my neck. "An angry Neymar…hmm don’t see that often" I trailed. “All the better” he joked as he released his grip from me and leaned on the counter. “It sounds hot, I wanna see the other side of him” I wiggled my brows. He smirked and cupped my cheek before placing his lips on mine. Before things got heated, it hit me that I didn’t see (Y/D/N) yet. “Babe- where’s (Y/D/N) by the way ?” I asked concerned as I broke away from the kiss. “Let me go get her” he jogged to the lounge where she last was, watching her favourite Cocomelon.

Neymar took a while and I started to grow worried. I left the porridge then hurriedly ran to the lounge, and Neymar wasn’t there. “Ney, where is she ?” I yelled. He jogged back to the lounge from the hallway and looked back to the sofa, "She was just there on the couch". She obviously wasn't there. "Baby girl !" I yelled for her as I looked around the dining room. All the doors are locked so she couldn't have went outside so she must be upstairs. "My sugar pop ! Mummy's home" I said as I walked into our bedroom. "I'm here !" She yelled as she walked out of our closet. I could cry laughing at the sight of her in front of me. She had on my thong, but the waistband of it was on her shoulders, basically looking like she has suspenders.

“Ney !” I yelled for him. "What are you doing ?" I asked her as I placed my hand on my hips as I stifled a laugh. "Nothing" she smiled. "Honey, please take it off" I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. "No" she said. "Yes" I said back. "It's a bra" she said as she held onto the waist band. "It's not a bra !" I argued. "Yeah" she said sassily as she turned around to walk back to our closet. I couldn't hold in my laugh any longer and I burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD !" I yelled as I kicked off my heels and walked into the closet. The thong basically gave her petite bum a wedgie. I'm dead. I laughed so hard that I literally started tearing up.

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mar1ee · 2 years

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so I finally decided to write something. sorry if this is cringe cus it's my first time writing something like this. also english isnt my first language.

i think neymar wouldn't do this irl it's just for the plot

pairings: neymar x reader

warnings: cuss words, angst, idk what else really

you and neymar had an argument on his game day and he blamed the loss on you- angst ending with fluff

I am sorry meu amor

you were currently in your office working, thinking about a stupid argument you had with neymar this morning.

"he is definitely flirting with you y/n" neymar said with anger in his voice. you couldn't believe he is making this an argument. "neymar, he is an old friend from school" you said almost yelling. "yeah just a friend, then why is he flirting with you?" he said. "neymar stop this. i cant have friends just because your fucking jealous even if a guy looks at me!" you said raising your voice. "he even has a wife and kids!" you said. "well I guess that still doesn't stop him from flirting with my girlfriend!" he yelled at you like it was your fault that the guy complimented your body. "i cant do this anymore. have a nice day." you said calmly. then you walked out of the house.

neymar had a game today. but you couldn't come because you had a lot of work. maybe it was better.

you entered the house and you immediately turned on the TV. you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote. you clicked the numbers of the sports channel. you saw that PSG is losing. you thought to your self, that if they are gonna loose, it is not gonna help with the situation between you and your boyfriend.

it was the end of the game and PSG lost. you decided to be nice to neymar and just forget about the argument.

"hi ney" you said as soon as you heard the door open. but you didn't receive an answer. "you did good" you said when you saw him coming into the kitchen. "no i didn't, in fact it's your fault" he said not even looking at you. you couldn't believe it. did he just blame the loss on you? "what?" was the only word that came out of your mouth. "yeah you heard me. if you didn't cause the stupid argument i wouldn't be mad and I would play better." he said. is he serious right now? he caused the whole argument and he dares to blame it on you. "neymar, you can't be fucking serious right now. you are blaming the argument that was caused by your stupid egoistic ass, on me?" you said raising your voice. you wanted to cry. it was stupid, but you wanted to. "i gave you everything. i find time just for your games to support you. i was there with you when you lost, when you won, when you were injured. i did everything just to make you happy and you reward me with this? i cant have friends! i don't remember the last time I went out! and it's just because of you!" you said while tears streamed down your face. neymar meanwhile realized that you were right. he tried to hug you but you stepped back. "dont try to say sorry to me right now." these were the last words you said before going to get your things. you weren't going anywhere, because you didn't have anywhere to go, but the guest room was empty, so that was going to be your room for a few days you thought.

when neymar went to sleep he didn't find you in bed. he was regretting what he said. you were right he was jealous even if a guy looked at you. it was because he couldn't even imagine the feeling of loosing you. he was scared you are gonna leave him cause he's not enough. that's why he was so overprotective. he didn't really sleep that night the feeling not having you beside him was absolutely terrible. he wanted to make it up to you.

you woke up really late. you didn't care about sleeping alone because neymar was traveling alot because of football, so you were used to sleeping alone for few days. you didn't want to meet him in the kitchen, but you didn't have any other option since you were starving. as you walked down the stairs your nose caught a beautiful smell of food being cooked. of course you wished to go downstairs hug him and have a breakfast with your boyfriend but you were pretty stubborn, well until you saw what he did. your heart immediately melted when you saw the biggest bouquet of flowers and your favourite snacks laying on the table. you went to neymar to hug him but he stopped you. "y/n i am so sorry for saying that last night. i am an complete idiot. i never want to experience a night without you again. i am so jealous just because the thought, of you, leaving me hurts. it's not because I think you would cheat, but because i dont know if i am enough for you. as you said, you did everything for me and you were here in every situation. i don't deserve you. i am sorry meu amor." he said while few tears fell from his beautiful eyes. of course you were gonna forgive him. you wiped away the tears and kissed him. "apology excepted" you said smiling. "and please never think like this about yourself again. you are more than enough. i love you so much." you said and kissed him once again. it was a long passionate kiss and you wished that could last forever.

this is horrible i am so sorry. plus there is probably alot of mistakes 🙈 if you like my writing you can write requests!

#neymar #neymar jr #neymar angst #oneshot #football #fluff story #psg #neymar x reader #idk #neymar jr x reader #x y/n #neymar junior #football imagine #imagine

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kealia · 2 years

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Notice me, please.

Neymar jr x reader

~ reader is mad at her boyfriend because he forgets about most stuff. Her boyfriend’s best friend locks them up to force them to make up.

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READER’s POV:

“Kylian, let me out!” I yelled out, knocking on the wooden door.

Kylian (my boyfriend’s best friend) locked us up, me and Neymar. We had a stupid argument, but I shall not apologise first! I do not care, I really don’t. He should apologise, it’s all his fault!

NEYMAR’s POV:

I sat down on the bed, I left my phone in the living room. Should’ve brought it with me… Y/n was making such a big deal out of this, I mean she can just apologise and then Ky would let us out. She’s mad at me because I forgot about our anniversary. I get that she’s angry, I do but she didn’t need to make an argument about it! It’s been about 3 days since she stopped talking to me. Of course, I told Kylian at training yesterday, today is his birthday. He invited us, mostly me, but he apparently texted Y/n to come over as well. Y/n was talking to Kylian today, but not to me. I guess he got this idea from her side of the story. Meu Deus, this is unbelievable!

“Y/n…” I started, I wanted to sound calm so there won’t be another argument.

READER’s POV:

“Y/n…” I heard Neymar’s soft voice, God why is he so calm! I stood in-front of the door and just stared at it. It wasn’t interesting at all but I was certainly not in the mood. He just has to apologise. That’s all…

“Querida, podemos conversar?” [Darling, can we talk?]

Did he just ‘Querida’ me? No way. After missing our anniversary he wants to ‘Querida’ me? He didn’t even apologise!

“Sobre o que?” I didn’t want to snap back at him but I just couldn’t help it. I was just extremely mad at Neymar. [About what?]

“Eu sinto muito…”

Carry on.

“Eu sinto muito, eu não queria que você me odiasse! Não esqueci de propósito, apenas esqueci de alguma forma!” [I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to hate me! I didn't forget on purpose, I just forgot somehow!]

I scoffed, “Eu deveria sentir pena de você?” [Should I feel sorry for you?]

If I’m honest, when he said ‘I didn’t mean for you to hate me!’ It did break a small vein in my heart. Key word: ‘small’! I turned to him, he was sitting on Kylian’s bed. He looked so adorable! I couldn’t break, I needed to stay mad at him. He’ll find out my weakness, which is, Him.

NEYMAR’s POV:

She stood in-front of me, her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed, she looked hot when she was mad. But she was mad at me.

“Bem eu não sei-“ I started but she cut me off, [Well, I don’t know-]

“Neymar! I am sick of you forgetting stuff! I mean this anniversary was important. It was important for me! I thought you’d feel the same. For God’s sake, I thought you were different from them! I thought you won’t forget about small things like this! Why can’t you see that?”

I’ve never seen Y/n so frustrated. She seemed more angrier than in our last argument. I didn’t want to fight again. I wanted to apologise…

“Bebê, I really am sorry. Very sorry. I didn’t want you to be mad at me. Please, não me odeie, eu apenas esqueci. Não irá acontecer novamente. Eu prometo!” [Don't hate me, I just forgot. It won't happen again. I promise!]

“Oh please, Ney. I’ve heard that loads of times. Too many! Infact.”

How am I meant to apologise when she won’t let me?

READER’s POV:

I know I was being stubborn but many men told me that. They told me to trust them, that they promise me this, they won’t do that again, it was just a mistake, it only happened once. I was sick. Sick and tired. Exhausted. Why can’t men just be expected to remember stuff or to not do it again? Neymar thinks that not remembering an anniversary is the only thing he did. He forgot loads of stuff. Like doing most of his chores I told him to do, while I was away. My favourite colour, my parent’s names, that I had siblings, that I crave chocolate during that time of the month. He forgets the simple stuff, men just don’t get it. They don’t get it, that we, women, love when they remember small details about us. I wish he’d see me the way I see him. I notice when his eyes soften anytime he sees Davi or Kylian, I notice how much he cares about his sister or mother, how excited he gets when he sees a dog, how he slowly lost his passion in football, I notice so much stuff about him. I wish he noticed my little details…

NEYMAR’s POV;

“Look, Ney. It isn’t just about the anniversary. It’s about how stressed you are about training and family. I get it, I know how stressful work is and family. I have a family and I work, you know that! It’s just… it seems as if you don’t really care about me. You ignore me, the things I do for you-“

“Y/n, I don’t ignore you. I don’t. Eu noto como você escolhe um tom diferente de batom ou gloss para cada ocasião, como você troca de roupa 10 vezes só para voltar para a primeira, como seu sotaque português está melhorando, como você diz ‘ai’ em vez de ‘ouch’,a maneira como seu cabelo se enrola naturalmente na parte inferior, como suas sardas aparecem no verão, mas desaparecem quando fica frio. I notice you, meu amor.” [I notice how you choose a different shade of lipstick or lipgloss for every occasion, how you change clothes 10 times only to go back to the first outfit, how your Portuguese accent is improving, how you say "ai" instead of "ouch", the way your hair curls naturally at the bottom, how your freckles show up in the summer but disappear when it gets cold.]

She started crying, I hope they were happy tears. I didn’t mean to make her cry. I opened my arms and stood up, smiling at her. She looked down, her tears flowing down to the floor.

“Venha aqui.” I told her softly, she looked up and rapidly wrapped her hands around my waist. I held her head close to my chest. My shirt slowly dampening from her tears. I buried my face into her hair. It smelt like vanilla and coffee. Just like she smells, I loved that about her. Sometimes I use her shampoo, because it smells like her. Like Y/n. Like my sweet girlfriend.

I heard the door creak open, “You okay?” Kylian asked.

I just hummed and nodded to him, he closed the door and left us. We stayed like that for about 15 minutes. I love her.

I could never be mad at her, I could never ignore her. I hope she knows that.

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I wrote this at 3 am so there might be some grammar and spelling mistakes but let’s hope not!

Happy New Year!!!

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thatsdemko · 2 years

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five minutes - Neymar jr.

masterlist

requested: n

pairing: Neymar jr x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors

a/n: I can’t get these thoughts out of my head for him so I need to put it into action

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

in the other room Neymar is getting ready and you couldn’t help but sneak a peak at him. you carefully watched, from the side of the doorframe, him pulling on the suit jacket and adjusting his tie in the mirror. god he looked handsome. there was always something about a man in a suit that could change a woman’s opinion, but when it was your man? it was fine as hell.

you bit your bottom lip feeling a sensation in between your thighs causing you to squeeze them tighter together in your stance. you promised yourself you’d pull away, but you couldn’t get enough of him dusting the jacket off, adjusting the tie, buttoning the jacket, etc. it was driving you crazy.

“you can come in, amor.” he saw you from the corner of his eye when he turned to grab his tie off the counter. he knew how crazed you went for him in a suit, it’s why he took his time putting it on because he knew you’d be taking it off soon.

you felt the heat spread across your cheeks feeling embarrassed that you were caught watching him, but you followed his words and entered the room revealing more of him to you. his dress pants were tight around his butt and thighs and he hadn’t picked out a pair of shoes yet. there was so little time, and the wait was killing you. you needed to get him out of those clothes or far more, do something to him in those clothes.

“handsome.” you spoke moving in front of him to adjust his tie for him since it wasn’t making any progress. you inhaled his cologne that you so loved, while you carefully positioned the tie in the center. somehow, being so close to him always felt so intimidating, especially when the sexual tension was tight. it felt like any move could change the trajectory of time.

“not so bad yourself.” he eye’d you up and down taking in the black dress that had a high slit exposing your thigh. he could feel the butterflies in his stomach and his breath hitch at the sight of you. you noticed the sudden change in his breathing making you smirk.

“there you go.” you moved out of the way for him to see himself in the mirror. you stood behind him allowing your lips to form into a soft smile and he met eyes with you in the mirror giving you a wink. he knew every thought in that mind of yours. he would be lying if he wasn’t thinking them for you too.

“not yet, we have to leave.” his words were disappointing. you had twenty minutes to spare, and it was enough time to do what you needed.

“we have time.” you spoke quietly behind him, the heat returning to your cheeks causing him to spin around to get a better look at you. he raised an eyebrow wanting to hear more from you, but all you did was push him in the chair next to his line of shoes exposing his thick thigh in the skinny dress pants.

“I swear it won’t take long.” you promised. pushing his legs apart, you sat down on one of his thighs watching his expression shift from confused to a smirk of joy. he pushed your hair out of your face before resting his hands on your hips.

“say no more.” he relaxed his body, but made sure his thigh was still in the same position that had you sat there in the first place. your lower half started to work itself up and down in strokes, feeling the wetness in your panties increase as you moved against the fabric of his pants.

he allowed you to do whatever you needed to do, but man he loved watching you turned on. he loved seeing the way your head tilted back with pleasure and hearing the little grunts coming from your mouth. he wasn’t even doing a single thing and you were beside yourself for him. it made him crazy.

“feel good?” he asked, you felt his grip tighten around your hips. he pressed a couple of kisses to your neck, making sure not to leave marks before an event. it was already going to be suspicious if you two were late, but you had fifteen minutes left, and you were about ready to come.

“you don’t even know what you do to me.” you breathed out, finally slowing down once the high was over and your pussy felt satisfied.

you got off his thigh immediately going to the mirror to check yourself to make sure your makeup was still intact. you looked over to see him putting on a pair of shoes, you could see the bulge in his tight pants that made you smirk. you weren’t surprised it turned him on, if you knew a thing or two about Neymar, it was that he loved watching you get off to your pleasures.

“ready to go?” you asked adjusting your dress turning around to lean against the door frame watching him work his way over to you.

“now my thing, will take much longer than five minutes.” his body hovered over yours as he flicked off the lights in the room, before leaving you standing there to catch up to him.

“I can’t wait.”

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blueaetherr · 2 years

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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 · 2 years

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𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓 | 𝑵𝒆𝒚𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝑱𝒓.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Neymar Jr x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You are an upcoming Call of Duty streamer that's ends up in a private lobby match with Neymar. During the match, you constantly kill him with his own operator skin. He gets upset and decides to message you.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 1.9𝘬

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is my FIRST time writing an imagine and I am currently learning a 3rd language so I apologize if my grammar is horrible-my brain is frying lol c': If you guys would like a part 2 pls interact!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

You are an upcoming Twitch streamer who has around 8,000

subscribers, streaming Call of Duty Modern Warfare II on a Friday

night- very typical for someone like you. You were playing with

another streamer at the time; she was a good friend from college and

had more subscribers (about 500k) than you had. She is the one who

suggested that since you have always been a gamer, you try your

hand at being a streamer. While your friend Jocey, a fellow Twitch

streamer, left to get a drink, you were considering which operator to

get by looking through the storefront within the game. "Okay chat

which skin should I purchase?" The 4,560 viewers of the livestream

immediately started spamming the chatroom with "Messi" or

"Neymar Jr.", which wasn't much assistance because so many people

said one or the other that it was impossible to determine which one

was most popular. "Well, that wasn't much help, now was it?" you

chuckle. Leaning closer to the monitor as you modify your position

on your gaming chair, you try to decide which one you like. You click

to make the purchase while muttering to yourself. "I guess I'll

choose Neymar for the time being and get Messi afterwards." Even

though you didn't know much about Messi or Neymar, you were

aware that they were two of the best three football players in the

world. Once more you glance over at the chatroom and read, "Why

don't I just buy both? Since I spend most of my money on new video

games, I really can't afford to buy both." Jocey's voice may be heard

briefly through the microphone saying, "Yeah, you totally didn't

spend your money on going to a concert." "Alright, maybe that was it

too." You click on the game invitation she sent you and muttered. You

inquire, raising an eyebrow, "Search and Destroy?" She answers

swiftly, “Another streamer wanted to host a search and destroy

lobby, is that okay? If not, we can go back to doing our own thing.”

You're not bothered at all. Call of Duty's Search and Destroy game

mode calls for 4-6 players per squad. While the other team works to

defuse it, one team must plant a bomb at the explosive site. Every

player only has one life. By successfully defusing the bomb,

successfully placing the bomb, or being the last team standing, you

can win the game. “No it's fine no worries… I'm ready to destroy all

these bitchesssss.” You stretch a little, crack your knuckles, and look

across at the other gamertags in the lobby not being able to make

out any of the names. To ensure that the squad can all join the party

together, Jocey says, "Okay, I'll provide you the discord connection."

While navigating to Discord to join the link and join the channel you

spotted, you nod your head despite the fact that she couldn't see

you. Jocey had entered with four other people already. Shortly after

the introductions, everyone turned their attention to the game.

Naturally, it wasn't a competition, but we didn't want to look bad in

front of our audience. The game shortly started and you were doing

decent as you were averaging at least 2-3 kills before dying. One

game suddenly became six which wasn't surprising as you can never

believe a gamer when they claim to be playing just one. You always

eliminate the player with the gamertag "Neigh" that was on the

opposite team in each game that was played. “ I just know this Neigh

person is pissed off.” The seventh and last game loads. With both

your team and the opposing squad each having three victories, the

game was now deadlocked. Jocey laughs and says, "Since this is the

last game, when we die we should leave the main chat so the ones

who are alive can concentrate." "Alright bet bet bet bet.” You

respond, the other guys in our party agreeing. As soon as the game

began, bodies began to fall from both teams; on your team, you and

Jocey were the only survivors. “Jocey if you die I will strangle you

myself.” You gripped the mouse firmly, feeling as though your heart

may jump out of your chest. How challenging can a 2v2 be? You

and Jocey have done this a lot of times. Before you can cheer, Jocey

dies. The Kill feed shows Jocey getting a kill, which made you joyful.

You bite your bottom lip when the game tells you that you are the last

one left alive, "Well chat, it's just you and me now, and let me tell you. Eu acredito que eu poderia cagar um tijolo agora ... Eu odeio ser o último vivo!" (I believe I could possibly shit a brick right now... I hate being the last one alive!)

As you searched the map for the last person, all you could hear was

silence. The game informs you that a bomb has been planted, and

you have 30 seconds to locate and neutralize it. One of the bomb

sites suddenly begins to glow. The only words that came out of your

mouth as you moved cautiously toward the explosives were "Fuck

fuck fuck fuck fuck." You watch the opponent stoop down and start

hardscoping the bomb location as you draw nearer, which makes you

grin evilly. They are unaware that you are directly behind them.

You make the decision to try Neymar Jr.'s execution move instead of

shooting them since he is the operator you are playing. When you are

close enough, you press the keyboard to start the execution by

catching the enemy. Neymar Jr. execution consisted of kicking the

opponent in the back of the leg, causing the opponent to fall to his

knees and then elevating his leg, kicking him hard in the face. As it

happens, you chuckle, and once he was dead, you hurried over to

defuse the explosives. You glance over at the chat room while using

the keyboard to disarm the explosives. “Quem quer que tenha sido a

última pessoa precisa excluir seu jogo.” (whoever that last person

was needs to delete their game)” As you read some of the messages,

you smile. When the game ended and your team was the victor, you

realized it was the "Neigh" individual you had slain yet again. “Sim, o

cavalo precisa ficar em um lugar de cavalos. Devo enviar-lhe

cenouras por correio?” (Yeah, the horse needs to stay in a horse's

place. Should I mail him carrots?) Even if you thought the joke was

humorous, you must admit that it was really corny. As you become

perplexed upon seeing your view account soar to over 200k viewers,

your laughter quickly comes to an end. “What the...?” You instantly

thought Jocey viewers were just raiding you (raiding= many viewers

join their livestream for a short amount of time), “Oh, ei Jocey, os

telespectadores gostaram disso? Apenas saiba que foi uma

embreagem rara e é mais do que provável que eu não possa fazer

isso novamente haha” (Oh hey Jocey viewers, did you like that?

Just know that it was a rare clutch and I will more than likely not be

able to do that again haha) Little did you know that the person you

kept killing with the operator skin was the man himself, and he was

now observing you from the other side of the screen. Your stream

was open on his monitor allowing his viewers to see you, which

resulted in them searching you up themselves.

Neymar found it infuriating to keep dying by the same individual,

especially since it was his own operator. He had a small tantrum

every time he died, cursing towards his monitor and letting out

stressful sighs. Once the game was over he read his chat

noticing that someone had mentioned the identity of the Twitch

account that kept killing him, Smilingxo. “Smilingxo, eh? Vamos ver

quem eles são.” (Smilingxo, eh? Lets see who they are.) He instantly

opens Twitch and types in the username, expecting to be greeted by

a male but to be astonished to see a female. one that is also

appealing. He joined exactly at the time when you made fun of his

username,“Ela acabou de me chamar de cavalo?” (Did she just call

me a horse?) He laughs as he turns to his camera, “Vocês podem

acreditar nisto! Eu morri constantemente por ela... Eu sou tão ruim

neste jogo." Another sigh was released, " Isso me estressa.”(Can you

guys believe this! I constantly died by her… I am so bad at this

game. It stresses me out.) He takes one more look at you before

closing your channel. “Alright guys I'm gonna end it here and get

some rest.” He says to the chat, not bothering to join in the discord

channel that everyone was talking into-instead he just sent his

friend, the host, a text message. He yawns as he waves at the

camera, saying ‘Goodnight’ while ending the stream and beginning

to shut everything down. The sight of you continued to linger in his

mind. You were not only attractive to him, but seeing how good you

were at the game definitely made you get extra brownie points. With

him only seeing you for a few minutes, he couldn’t help but feel a bit

curious about you. Grabbing his phone once more, he looks back at

your twitch account to see if he could take another look at you.

Meanwhile, since the viewers have been here, not all of them have

been polite; the majority of them were offended when you referred to

the username "Neigh" as a horse. You didn't believe them when they

said that Neymar Jr. was the user. Really, what are the chances that

you two are playing together? “Mesmo que fosse Neymar, não tenho

culpa que seu nome de usuário me fizesse pensar que ele era um

cavalo.” (Even if it was Neymar it's not my fault his username made

me think he was a horse) you respond sarcastically while rolling your

eyes at the others comments. “There is no reason for y'all to be

acting this way over a practice match.” You mumble as you watch the

screen say you were disconnected from the match. When Jocey

returns to the channel you were in, you hear a tone through your

headphones. "Hey Y/N I believe everyone is leaving; do you want to

continue playing? Or are you also finished?"

“I think I'm done. Your viewers are starting to annoy me with this raid.

Why am I getting attacked because I kept killing the horse?”

“My viewers? What do you mean…. I am not raiding you?” She replies

back confused. “Nevermind. Yeah I'm gonna get off, I'll text you

tomorrow. Goodnight Jocey!” You wave your hand at the camera to

also say bye to the viewers, “ Sweet Dreams to the Smiling family

and to everyone that was being rude I hope you guys get

nightmares.” The broadcast was subsequently cut off, and your

computer was turned off. You sigh, realizing that you really shouldn't

have wasted your time arguing with the random chat users, but you

did so because you found it amusing that they were unhappy for the

wrong reasons. You shut down your computer and then get ready for

bed by taking a shower. When you are all set for bed, your lovely bed

beckons you, and you breathe a sigh of relaxation. You hear a "ding"

from your phone as you settle in and cuddle up under the blankets.

You sigh and sit up to grab it because you believe Jocey messaged

you. When a notification appears on your lockscreen, your eyes

widen and you cover your mouth with your free hand as you

immediately start to totally regret everything you said on video.

Instagram : NeymarJr wants to send you a message.

Edit : PART 2 POSTED!

#neymar jr x reader #neymar one shot #neymar jr imagine #neymar x y/n #neymar jr #neymar imagines #neymar jr x you #neymar jr one shot #neymar jr fluff #neymar #oneshot #female reader #football fanfic #football imagine #soccer imagine #neymar x reader

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httpsdana · 2 years

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Master List

this is my master list. I write for more footballers and drivers but these are the only ones that I've wrote about till now

you can request from my prompt list

ps: please request for people other than Gavi and Pedri too

master list part 2

Football

One Shots

Pedri Gonzalez

Maybe I Am

Mine

Boys Night Out

Issues

Favorite Torres Sibling

Only For Me

Football Crush

Stop That

Pablo Gavi

Rage and Jealousy

Sunshine

Pretty Boyfriend

Soulmate

Not Meant To Be

Babysitter

Lazy Mornings

Coffe Date

Scent

Meeting the Fam

Madridista ft. Carlos Sainz

Softie

Offical

Sleepless Nights

Just Sugar

Interview

Insecure

Broken Family Ties

Shy and Shyer

Period

20 Gifts for 20th Birthday

Busy Schedules

My Smurf

Mason Mount

Stream

Fifa And Cuddles

Biting

Knocked Out

João Fèlix

Drunk Nights

Another Loss

Scared

Stay

Jude Bellingham

Secret

Kidnapper

Fans' Favorite

Heartbeat

Sal o Azúcar ?

Marcus Rashford

My Own

Teasing

Drunk Confessions

Photographer

Commitment

Paulo Dybala

Childhood Besties...Or Lovers?

Lucas Paqueta

Baby

Antony Santos

Unexpected

Hakim Ziyech

Our First

First Ramadan

Clingy

Eric Garcia

Perfect

Drunk In Love

Flirt

Bad Day

Cleaning Time

Idiot

Loved

Misunderstanding

All-Nighter

Ferran Torres

Favorite Medicine

Cure

Kylian Mbappe

French

The One

Tickles

Julian Alvarez

Champion

Alejandro Garnacho

Habit

Alejandro Balde

Braids

Clingy

Date

Scared Of Replacement

Erling Haaland

Kitten

Frenkie De Jong

Come Here

Achraf Hakimi

Oblivious

Rasmus Højlund

Crazy In Love

Danish Love

First Of Many

Heartstrings Tangled

Hector Fort

Tattoos

Only Yours

Morning Run

Florian Wirtz

Birthday Cake

Yapper

Jamal Musiala

Cupid in Bali

Family Dreams

Pau Cubarsi

Comfort

Academic Rivals

Hidden Feelings

Marc Bernal

3 Dogs and a Boyfriend

Formula 1

Max Verstappen

Puppy Fever

Lando Norris

Attention

Post Shower Cuddles

Oscar Piastri

DNF

Surprise!

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pedrisgirl · 2 years

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mission accomplished · neymar jr

pairing; neymar x actress!fem!reader

genre; fluff

warnings; swearing (the word dumbass) but other than that none i think?

authors note; my first imagine ! hopefully its not too corny and horrible, anyway hope u enjoy! requests are open

you and neymar were both on the plane back home, after spending a blissful week vacationing, you knew you had to eventually go back to your normal lives, with you being an actress, and him being a footballer, you dreaded going back home, knowing you would have to work again.

“ugh, i hate this.” you whined, stretching on the uncomfortable plane seat, which you’ve been sitting on for quite literally; 5 hours.

you’ve been trying to get some sleep, so that way, you wont have to go to work exhausted, but clearly, your attempts weren’t working.

turning in his chair, neymar looks at you, “why, what’s wrong amor?” he said softly, not wanting to wake up the other passengers on the plane.

you could tell that he, aswell, was also having the same issue.

“i’ve been trying to sleep for so long, but for some reason my dumb brain just wont shut off.” you pouted.

“hey, hey, hey, stop right there, dont insult that pretty brain of yours, if you wont appreciate it then i will.” he whispered back.

“it also keeps you alive bebe, what would i do without it?” he sighed dramatically, you could feel his gaze on your face, but you kept your eyes closed, hoping that would bring you to sleep.

“the heart is what keeps you alive dumbass.” you chuckled softly, “meu deus this is what happens when i try to be romantic. remind me to never do that again.” he laughed.

“i think its cute actually, thank you for the compliment.”

you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, he was smiling and you didnt know why.

“whats the smile for?” you tell him, knowing that you probably have the same look mirrored on your face, but who cares right?

“nothing amor, you’re just cute when you’re tired.” he laughed, the dim light making his features look slightly blurry, but nevertheless, his eyes held that same sparkle that he reserved only for you.

“shut up, all i did was complain anyway.” you rolled your eyes playfully and turned your head, trying to hide the blush slowly appearing on your face.

he softly cupped your chin in his hand, turning your head to face him, “i love it when you’re snarky.” he whispered, closing the gap between you, his lips were delicate against yours, as if they were designed to fit together perfectly.

the feeling was pure bliss, and you weren't sure if it was because it was 4 in the morning or if you were just exhausted. either way, you loved of sleepy neymar.

you slowly broke apart, looking into eachothers eyes, and laughed at how tired you both looked, but, instead of trying to sleep anymore, you both talked about anything and everything.

your talks consisted of random things, whatever topic entered your minds, you talked about. wether it was stupid, or deep, he listened, and you appreciated that.

somewhere in the conversation, you felt your eyes drooping, sleep slowly overtaking you, yet you still made sure to mumble a “mhm.” and a “yeah.” to make sure neymar knew you were listening.

eventually, the feeling got too overwhelming, so you just decided to give in, falling asleep to neymars voice, appreciating his presence and snuggling into his warmth.

“you know, i would like to have a cat and a dog one day, maybe it would fix the rivalry you know?” neymar mumbled, and when he noticed the silence on your end, he turned his head and found you sleeping on his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing even.

he smiled softly at the sight, you looked so beautiful. he wondered how he got so lucky. “eu te amo.” he whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead.

he eventually fell asleep as well, with his head resting on top of yours. glad that you weren’t struggling anymore.

mission accomplished, he thought.

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(5) 99% FAITH 1% LUCK — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: when you left the house after a fight with Neymar and his family escalates the problem drastically

“Você não tem absolutamente nenhuma ideia de onde ela poderia ter ido? Quero dizer, eu sabia que ela era esquisito, mas sequestrava seu filho-” [Do you have absolutely no idea where she could’ve went? I mean I knew she was flakey but kidnapping your son-]

“Nosso filho.” [Our Son] Neymar corrected his sister, “E ela não o sequestrou Davi só precisa de sua mãe nessa idade, tanto quanto me dói dizer isso.” [And she didn’t kidnap him Davi just needs his mother at this age, as much as it pains me to say that] Neymar continued, ever since you left 4 days ago he’s been a mess.

He hasn’t seen his son, hasn’t talked to his daughter and mostly importantly hasn’t seen you. Crashing at his family home was the most logical idea as your shared family condo was too painful to stay in.

“E ela não o sequestrou Davi só precisa de sua mãe nessa idade, tanto quanto me dói dizer isso.” [Well Davi also needs to know his father didn’t abandon him, he needs you just as much as he needs his mother] His mother reasoned, she loved her son but loved her grand-baby even more.

“Eu vou ser uma droga se ela levar seu filho embora. Quero dizer, e se ela se mudar para outro país?” She continued. [I’ll be damned if she takes your son away. I mean what if she moves to another country?]

“Mamãe, você e eu sabemos que ela não poderia, mesmo que quisesse, ela está grávida de 8 meses, ela poderia entrar em trabalho de parto em qualquer lugar e eu nem sei onde ela está.” [Mama, you and I both know she couldn’t even if she wanted to, she’s 8 months pregnant she could go into labor anywhere and I don’t even know where she is!] Neymar yelled out the last sentence as he threw a glass vase at the wall right beside the television.

“Acalme-se, vou ligar para o nosso advogado e resolver isso, Ney. Eu sei que você sente falta do seu filho, mas qualquer coisa apressada lhe dará mais motivos para obter a custódia total de Davi e Valentina.”[Calm down, I’ll call our lawyer and have this sorted out Ney. I know you miss your son but anything hasty will give her more reason to get full custody of Davi and Valentina.]

“Não, não, você não vai fazer nada. Ela já te odeia. Qualquer coisa mais vai, não importa.”[No, No you won’t do anything. She hates you already. Anything more will just, never-mind] Neymar knew whatever you said about his family should be kept between you both as you don’t want to cause a fight.

“Exatamente o que?” [Just what?] His mother questioned with a confused look on her face.

“Eu disse não importa, ma, apenas deixe cair!”[I said never-mind ma just drop it!] Neymar yelled out at his mom causing the room to go silent. Neymar was such a mama’s boy growing up that it surprised everyone especially his father.

“Neymar! Não grite com sua mãe. Ela só está tentando ajudar. Não me faça ir até lá e dar sentido em você.” [Neymar! Do not yell at your mother. She’s just trying to help. Don’t make me come over there and beat some sense into you.] Neymar settled down after the threat his father just sent his way.

“Desculpe, mamãe.” [Sorry mommy] Neymar muttered under his breath, he shoved his head into a pillow.

“Tudo bem, querida, eu sei que você só está preocupada, mas vamos consertar isso. Você tem alguma ideia do que a fez fazer isso?” [It’s okay baby, I know you’re just worried but we’ll fix this. Do you have any idea as to what made her do this?] Sitting down beside her son, Neymar’s mother grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes.

“…Eu derrubei a bomba de casamento nelaz.” […I dropped the marriage bomb on her.] Neymar confessed quietly, the room went silent until Rafaela broke it. [Flakey]~ Rafella sung causing Neymar to throw his pillow at her.

“Ela gostou da ideia de que eu levei longe demais dizendo que nos casaríamos em um alter.” [She liked the idea I just took it too far by saying we’d get married at an alter.] He explained further, “Você não vai se casar em um altar?” […Aren’t you going to get married at an alter?] His mom interrupted with an eyebrow raised.

“Provavelmente não vou me casar.” [I’m probably not going to get married.] The room was sour and silent after that for a while until his mother got up. “Eu não me importo com a religião que ela escolhe seguir, mas meus netos serão lavados no sangue de Jesus Cristo.” [I don’t care what religion she chooses to follow but my grand-babies will be washed in the blood of Jesus Christ]

“ Só que não depende de você, mãe, cabe a mim e a ela decidir isso.” [Except that isn’t up to you Mom, It’s up to me and her to decide that.] Neymar cried out frustrated at what such a small comment had created, if he could go back in time and not say it he would do so in a heartbeat.

“Vamos ver sobre isso.” [We’ll see about that.] Neymar’s mom picked up her phone and begun dialling someone “O que você está fazendo?”[What are you doing?] Neymar questioned, his mom was a quiet and reasonable woman until something was to happen to her family especially her son.

“Algo que eu deveria ter feito há muito tempo.”[Something I should’ve done a long time ago.] The ringing of the phone made Neymar curious as he got up to see who she was calling. “Family Lawyer.” Shit. “Pare, mãe, você vai piorar as coisas.” [Stop ma you’re gonna make it worse!]

“Não! Você está piorando as coisas sendo um empurrão.” [No! You’re making it worse by being a pushover.] She yelled out walking away from Neymar before he tried to stop her. He ran his hand through his hair and paced around the room.

He picked up his phone and called you stepping outside the house. Of course you didn’t pick up but he sent messages that made it seem very urgent. After 6 missed calls he decided to wait until you called back.

As he went back inside his family were waiting for him with weird looks on their face. “O que?”[What?] Neymar asked plopping himself down onto the single person couch.

“Liguei para o advogado e eles disseram legalmente, já que ela não deu à luz, você ainda não pode fazer nada sobre Vale, mas o que você pode fazer é processar por custódia compartilhada para Davi.” [I called the lawyer and they said legally since she hasn’t given birth you can’t do anything about Vale yet but what you can do is sue for shared custody for Davi.] His mother finish, Neymar sighed. Non of this is what he wanted, he was starting to understand why you didn’t like his family.

“Não posso fazer isso. Ela pediu espaço e você quer que eu a processe? De jeito nenhum.” [I cant do that. She asked for space and you want me to sue her? No way.] Neymar firmly answer. His family looked at him sour faces thinking “how could someone be so naive.”

—

“Neymar is a good man and you know it darling, he offered you a good compromise and you rejected it. What do you want to do?” Your mother explained trying to reason with you.

You went to your moms house to try and get different perspectives on the situation with Neymar. “I know mommy, I’m very aware of that. I just not want everything that he wants to be our #1 priority.” You admitted, playing with Davi’s hair as he slept in your lap.

“Honey, name 1 thing that you’ve asked for that he hasn’t provided for you? That man loves you so much. I doubt you’ll find anyone who loves you as much as he does.” You have to admit that he’s the most perfect man, sometimes.

“Why cant you be on my side for once!” You whisper cry out trying not to wake your sleeping babies. “I’m on your side! I want you to make a decision you won’t regret. I want you to make a decision won’t tear your relationship apart. Listen to me Love.”

You signed realizing how stupid you were to escalate the fight much more than it needed to be escalated.“You’re right I don’t even know why we’re fighting to this degree.”

“I’m always right I’m your mother, now come on I’ll help you pack up your stuff.” Your mother got up from her seat and held her hands out trying to help you get up. You slowly removed Davi from your lap and took her hands.“But if I go to him it’ll seem like-”

“Now darling.” She was firm which made you stand down and take her hand walking towards the guest bedroom where you and your son stayed.“Fine.”

Once you were done packing you woke Davi up and told him told that you were going to see papa again. Seeing his eyes light up and the mention of his dad made your heart break knowing you hurt your son by taking him away from his dad.

“Come on your dad will drive you.” Your mom said as she walked towards the door with you hold you and Davi’s bags. “Thank you mommy.” You kissed her cheek before exiting her home and entering the SUV where your dad was waiting at the wheel.

“Ready to go princess?” He asked ruffling the hair of his grandson. “Yes daddy.” You kissed his forehead before settling in and fastening your seatbelt. “Thank your princess, Neymar is so lucky to have you.”

—

“Okay Davi, Wait in the car okay? Mommy will be back so very soon? I love you.”

“I love you too mommy.”

You kissed him on the forehead and left the car waving at your dad as he sent you a thumbs up. Your legs were shaking as you walked up the door of the Santos house.

As you were walking towards the gate you noticed a man in a suit following you. You walked faster praying that he wasn’t some crazy serial killer out for blood.

“Ms. [Last Name]?” He called out.

“What?” You snapped at him, hoping he’d be intimidated enough to leave you alone

“You’ve been served. Defendant Santos is suing you for custody of Davi Lucca da Silva Santos. & in the nearer future Valentina-Rosa Camíla Santos [Last Name].” The lawyer smiled as he handed you a yellow envelope and walked away.

“Huh?” You stood there holding the envelope confused as hell about what just happened to you.

—

Your hands shook with anger as you rung the doorbell with one million different ways you were gonna kill the Santos family running through your head. As you imagines the 672,492 scenario in your head the door opened and you saw Neymar’s younger sister Rafella.

“O que você está fazendo aqui.” [What are you doing here.] She asked in a tone that sound less than excited to see you. You slapped her hard in her face and pushed passed her throwing the envelope in the face of the first Santos you saw. “O que há de errado com você? Todos vocês.” [What the fuck is wrong with you? All of you?]

“Princesa?” Neymar got off the couch his bloodshot eyes meeting your eyes filled with fury. “Você está tentando tirar meu filho de mim, não está?.” [You’re trying to take my son from me aren’t you?] You shouted walked up to Neymar who was just so glad to see you.

“ Não! Eu sou- Nós não estamos.” [No! I’m- We’re not!] His voice cracked as he wiped the tears away from his face. “Sim! Sim, Você É. Juro por Deus, se você tentar avançar mais longe do que já se foi, eu vou te matar. Todos vocês. Você não pode fazer isso comigo. Você não pode.” [Yes! Yes, You are. I swear to God if you try to advance this farther than it’s already gone I will kill you. All of you. You can’t do this to me. You can’t.]

“Eu te disse que precisava de espaço e você foi me processar? Deus Neymar. Você realmente não mudou.” [I told you I needed space and you went to sue me? God Neymar. You really didn’t change.] Your voice cracked as you cried at the thought of never seeing Davi again.

“Por favor, me escute, eu não fiz.” [Please listen to me I didn’t] Neymar tried to reason.

“Cale a boca! Apenas cale a cara e vá para o inferno. Cada um de vocês. Eu te odeio. Juro pela minha vida, se você tentar levar meu filho, nunca mais o verá, ele, eu ou minha filha.” [Shut up! Just shut your face & go to hell. Every single one of you. I hate you. I swear on my life if you try to take my son you’ll never see him ever again, him, me or my daughter.]

“Amor, please just calm down!” Neymar pleaded with you. “Acalme-se? Acalme-se? Você quer roubar meu filho de mim e você está me dizendo para me acalmar.” [Calm down? Calm down? You want to steal my son from me and your telling me to calm down?]

You walk away with Neymar walking right behind you. “Não fale comigo, não me toque.” [Don’t talk to me, don’t touch me] You made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with the Santos family anymore.

He turned you around and grabbed your arms holding them above your head, quickly pulling yourself free you slapped him in the face, again, and again & again. “Como você pode fazer isso comigo? Você disse que me amava, que queria se casar comigo.” [How can you do this to me? You said you loved me, you wanted to marry me] You cry out looking up at him with tears falling from your eyes so fast you could barely speak audibly.

“Eu faço! Isso não foi o que eu estava fazendo, foram minhas mães.” [I do! This wasn’t my doing it was my mothers.] Neymar explained as if you were going to believe him. “Besteira, apenas culpe tudo na sua família. Eu sabia que você era um bastardo sem espinha, mas isso é baixo.” [Bullshit, just blame everything on your family. I knew you were a spineless bastard but this is low] You scoffed before picking up the envelope and leaving the house.

This time Neymar didn’t even try to follow you as he knew that he’d cause more harm and good. “Eu disse para você não fazer nada e você fez alguma coisa.” [I told you not do anything and you did something!] Neymar shouted at his mom.“I was just trying to help.” [I was just trying to help!] She cries you overwhelmed at the fact that her son is screaming at her.

“E agora você destruiu meu relacionamento. Faça-me um favor. Fique longe de mim, meu filho e minha namorada.” [And now you destroyed my relationship. Do me a favour. Stay the hell away from me, my son & my girlfriend] Neymar sent a nasty glare at his mother before grabbing his car keys and leaving the Santos family house.

—

“Love, what happened?” Your dad ask with concern seeing your red eyes and tears streaming down your face “Just drive.” You answers shortly.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” He insisted, concerned for his daughter.“Just drive.” You screamed, annoyed at the questionnaire

“Mommy I’m scared.” Davi begun to cry in the back seat not used to you yelling at anyone. “I know, i’m sorry Davi mommy didn’t mean to scream.

“Where to?” He asked driving towards the main road.“The airport please.” You whispered out. Neymar and his family can’t take your babies if you’re not in the country right?

“Are you sure? It’s risky for pregnant woman this far along.” You thought about it for a while before answering in a small voice.“Yes. Very sure.” Rubbing your stomach you reached your other hand into the backseat to hold Davis hand from his car seat.

“We’ll be okay Davi, It’s gonna be just fine. We’ll be just fine.”

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clov3sr · 2 years

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Painkiller | Jude Bellingham

♡ — pairing(s): Jude Bellingham x reader

♢ — author annotations: paqueta y bono mis amores you're not safe either,,, we ride at dawn

♤ — c/t w(s): reader is implied to be in school

♧ — synopsis: How could you ever complain about being tired when your boyfriend is a world renowned professional athlete?

♫ — music inspo.: PAINKILLER by RUEL

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:38 ───ㅇ───── 3:33

Jude will never be ashamed to admit he's not the smartest. Even when his teams joke with him about it, as often as he manages to dodge Saka and his Tiktoks, he doesn't excuse himself or shy away; no, it's an invitation. The opportunity blossoms at his feet, and he takes any chance he can. Without fail, he'll retort, "I don't even need to be smart, I have y/n," and it's that same golden opportunity that, without fail, he twists into bragging — "y/n actually just passed this exam," or, "you know, y/n knows how to do that niche skill,"

No, Jude isn't the most academically predisposed, but what he does know inside out is you; so when he hears the door open and shut, the subsequent shuffling of your things, and the lack of your adorable exclamation that you're here, his instinct is to pause his Netflix show immediately.

He peeks his head out of the room with an inquisitive call of your name, but for naught as he spots you immediately. Youre in the midst of putting your bags down, and just begin taking your jacket off when he approaches you.

"Hi, love," he's gentle with his tone and volume, testing the waters and you're keen to it. You've told him before how relieving it is for you not to have to pretend around him, and he's dedicated to maintaining that dynamic, "how was your day?"

You sigh, like you're trying to expel all the negativity before you somehow breathe it unto him accidentally. He notices.

"It was fine. Like any other day."

Jude's not going to accept that answer and you know that by the way his eyebrows furrow momentarily and he moves to embrace you. His hands start at your shoulders, delivering a comforting squeeze before they slide down to hold your hands. You sigh again; it's so hard to be upset when you get to come home to Jude, a rare occurrence recently. You'll manage to, though.

"Are you sure, lovely? You know I'm here for you."

You hum, leaning to rest your head on his chest. "You're Jude Bellingham. I think I'll get over my silly little issues."

"What's that mean?"

The speed at which he replies throws you off. Genuine confusion is laced into his words, and slight offense almost accompanies. It wasn't a complete joke, you admit, but you phrased it as light-hearted as possible, you'd thought.

"I just mean," you trail off for a moment, shrugging nonchalantly to try and ease him, "You deal with the stress of the entire world watching you, and the physical strain you go through is unimaginable, Ju. I don't have to insult you by whining about my everyday shit."

His silence alarms you. For a beat too long, he's just staring, eyebrows still furrowed in deep thought. Maybe you'd already offended him? Had your uncharacteristically monotone entrance annoyed him?

You only get so far down the list of anxieties and what-ifs before your train of thought is halted. Jude removes his hands from yours, instead cupping your face and raising your head gently to face him instead of his chest.

“Y/n I'm going to marry you, do you know that?”

It takes the atmosphere a second for his earnestness to settle. He's serious, and the idea of Jude already planning a future with you makes your heart skip and your chest ache. If you even knew how to respond, you know you can't physically get any words out. Your mouth opens momentarily and closes again in defeat.

“I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life as your lover. And I know you're going to continue to support me,” he gingerly kisses your left cheek, “no matter what,” and then the right, “and I'm going to support you.” He moves up to your forehead, inhaling fondly as if savoring the moment. You are as well. Finally, he kisses it and lets his lips linger. Once more, he brings your head up to face his.

“I love you, and your problems are never going to be less important than mine, darling.”

“I don't deserve you, Ju.”

He wants to argue that, and normally he would – you know he would – but he instead chooses to take advantage of your cracked defenses.

“How was your day, lovely?”

♢ — author postnote (s): dude this is so filthy sweet I legit don't even wanna read it again to edit it like. I started this last night when I got home from work and, clov3 fun fact: clov3 is NOT an emotional person at all like. bro bye. don't even like this fr.

#jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #borussia dortmund #bvb imagine #england #pablo gavi #neymar #gender neutral reader #x reader #reader insert #football oneshot #footballer x you #football imagine #will add a cut later I’m sorry

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hamiltonaf · 1 year

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| M A S T E R L I S T |

- FOOTBALL & FORMULA 1 -

F O O T B A L L :

Jude Bellingham

Texts | Part 1

Kylian Mbappé

One More Dance | Fluff

Payback | Fluff

Bitter | Fluff

Day Off | Fluff

Tickles | Fluff

Expecting the Unexpected | Angst + Fluff

Tie the Knot | Fluff

Fender Bender | Angst + Fluff

Ferrari Fangirl | Fluff

One Night Stand | Angst + Fluff

Daddy’s Princess | Fluff

Falling for You | Angst + Fluff

Kiss & Makeup | Angst + Fluff

Friends with Benefits | Fluff

Trust Issues | Angst + Fluff

Texts | Part 1

Mason Mount

Party Aftermath | Angst + Fluff

Summer Break(Up) | Fluff

Neymar Jr.

Daddy Duties | Fluff

F O R M U L A 1 :

Lando Norris

Seeking His Attention | Fluff

Lewis Hamilton

Night Owl | Fluff

Confession | Fluff

Wingman | Fluff

Texts | Part 1

Jealousy | Fluff

Fantasize | Smut + Fluff

Icebreaker | SMAU

Daniel Ricciardo

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varanest · 2 years

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tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening (neymar jr.)

a/n: very long and smutty for no fucking reason at all. warning: nsfw.

After the third time Mae goes to suck him off, Neymar begins to feel a bit guilty.

Every time he’s meant to return the favor properly, spread her out and finally get his mouth on her, but she always beats him to the punch. The first time they got off together, she came with her fingers inside herself and his cock in her mouth. Neymar was so blindsided by her that he couldn’t do anything but kiss her afterward, licking the taste of himself out of her mouth. After the second time she blew him, he only managed to get as far as her nipple, sucking it tight while she rode his thigh, grinding against the rough fabric of his jeans and soaking them through by the time she came.

Now, the third time, Neymar watches her wank him off, rubbing the head of his cock over her lips while she catches her breath; once she blinks wetly up at him, eyes shining in the glare of the hotel’s lamp, Neymar has to cup the back of her head and try to pull her up.

“C’mere, love,” Neymar breathes out. He knows if he doesn’t stop her now, there’s no way he’ll be able to later - he goes a bit lazy after an orgasm, sleepy and sated, and he wants to give her all his attention before that happens.

“Was that alright?” she asks with a concerned furrow of her brows, even as she climbs up obediently to settle in his lap. She’s only got her panties on now, and Neymar drags the backs of his knuckles over her clit through them.

Over her gasp, he says, “Really good, just wanna let you have a go.”

“Have a go at what?” Mae asks, needily threading her fingers into his hair after he sits up. When he rubs her clit more firmly with the pad of his thumb, she lets out a shivery hum, “Me first today?”

“Yeah, you first,” Neymar says, nosing his way along her collarbone until his mouth is against her throat. “Wanna eat you out, yeah?”

Unexpectedly, Mae goes tense. It’s a different sort of tense than the arousal that keeps her body wound tight, more stiff than pliant. She asks, “You want to?”

Confused, Neymar pulls back to look at her face. She seems a bit caught out. “Unless you don’t want me to?”

“It’s not really that,” Mae says, slumping a bit. She looks down between them to avoid his eyes and idly traces the head of his cock. It feels very nice, but not quite nice enough to distract him.

“Seriously, we don’t have to if you don’t like it,” he tells her, despite the hollow feeling that grows in his chest at the mere thought. Finally getting a quasi-girlfriend who’s with him nearly all the time but doesn’t like being eaten out. Figures.

Sounding oddly sullen, Mae says, “I wouldn’t know if I like it.”

Neymar’ confusion blooms fully then, and he raises an eyebrow at her even though she’s still staring directly at his cock and not his face. “How would— it seems a bit simple, love, does it feel good or bad?”

“I’ve never felt it,” she says with a shrug, feigning nonchalance. Her cheeks are a blotchy pink when she finally makes eye contact with him, obviously embarrassed.

Still confused, Neymar repeats, “You’ve… never felt it. No one’s ever gone down on you.”

“Nope,” she says, tugging at his cock pointedly like maybe it’ll encourage him to move on.

Following a long second of silence, Neymar says, high-pitched and incredulous “Really?”

“Stop it,” Mae whines, gently punching him in the side before letting go of his cock to bend down and bury her face in his shoulder. “Don’t make fun, you’re being rude.”

“I’m not making fun; I just don’t believe you!” Neymar says, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of her face. “You’re not having me on, really?” It wouldn’t make any sense at all as a joke, but that’s precisely why he’s suspicious. Mae’s jokes, especially those that require planning, tend to fall flat.

“You are making fun,” Mae mumbles, a pout in her voice. Still, she cuddles up closer to him until his cock nudges between her legs; she’s not embarrassed enough to keep herself from rubbing against it, huffing out a breath against his neck.

Neymar does have to fight against the distraction this time, closing his eyes and sliding his hands around to grip her ass. “Come on, how is that even possible? Nobody’s ever wanted to eat you out before?” he asks, too curious to let it go, mind sifting through all the people he knows that Mae’s shagged.

“I dunno,” she says, still a bit whiny, cheek against his shoulder. “I like doing it, going down on people, like. It’s the first thing I go for, right, you know I can come like that, just doing it for somebody else. By the time I realized nobody’d done it to me, it felt weird to ask.”

Even hearing the explanation doesn’t really help. Neymar sighs and tips his head back, thinking with a little frown. “You told me you’ve been tied up before, like, someone literally tied your hands together— and didn’t lick you out. I don’t get it,” he decides, shaking his head. “That makes no fucking sense. You’re serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious, bloody hell,” Mae grumbles, laughing at the end of it and letting some of the tension out. “Not all of us are this preoccupied with oral sex, you know.”

“Can we remember the bit where you just said you can come from sucking somebody off? And I’ve seen it with me own eyes?” Neymar says, kissing her chin and then her lips, mouths fitting together sideways from the angle.

“Don’t recall that conversation,” she smiles, sitting up to get a better kiss, aligning their mouths properly.

Soon, it feels safe to bring it up again, after Mae’s gone loose in his lap, mouth opening for his tongue. He kisses her just long enough that she starts trying to rub herself off against his cock again, breaking away then to suck in a breath. “How about it?” he asks. “Wanna find out how it feels?”

“Suppose m’alright with you being my first,” Mae murmurs back to him with a little smirk, sweetened by the honesty he can hear in it.

Exaggerating his confidence for show, Neymar leans back against the pillows, glancing up at her. “You’re in for a treat, then,” he says, “haven’t got a complaint yet.”

Gamely, Mae plays along, running her hand up his chest. “Not one?”

“Not one,” he confirms with a shrug.

“Oh, you must be very good,” she simpers, slowly climbing off his lap to stretch out on her back beside him. She keeps eye contact while she rolls her knickers down her thighs, kicking them off the foot of the bed. “Think I’m ready for you to blow my mind.”

“Hey, watch it,” Neymar grumbles, displeased with the level of sarcasm in her tone. Mae just grins at him, wide and a little shy, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth when Neymar shifts up onto his knees.

“‘Blow’ my mind works better when you’ve got a dick, doesn’t it?” she asks, parting her legs for him when he places a gentle hand on her thigh.

“Eating your mind doesn’t sound as appealing,” he agrees. He can tell she’s nervous from the way she tugs at the skin of her knuckles with her teeth, biting mindlessly, so he’s careful when he settles on his belly between her legs, not too close all at once. “Just tell me f’you don’t like it, alright?”

“There’s no way I won’t like it, to hear you tell it,” Mae says, reaching down to pet his hair back off his forehead. “I’m just waiting for you to impress me.”

“You’re a pain,” Neymar says, unable to keep the fond edge out of his voice. He loosely circles his fingers around her wrist and holds it against the mattress, pleased when he watches her dimple disappear, her smile melting into a quiet sigh. It’s only in the split second before Neymar leans in closer to her that he realizes he’s never been someone’s first for this, either. Everyone he’s licked out has had it done to them by someone else, already knowing what they were getting into; it’s a gentle sort of thrill, the idea that he’ll get to show Mae something he loves for the first time.

Though she’s needy, Mae’s not terribly impatient. She keeps herself still when Neymar takes his time spreading her open with his thumbs to get a look. He can see how wet she is, likely from long before this conversation even began, but she only clenches her muscles and huffs out a little breath when Neymar rubs one thumb teasingly close to her clit. After a moment, he murmurs to her, “Gonna lick you now, darling,” and waits for her quiet yeah before leaning in to do just that, letting the first stroke of his tongue fall gently so she can catalogue the feeling.

Mae’s initial reaction is a surprised gasp despite the warning, followed by her closing her thighs around his head. Neymar can’t stop a little laugh from coming out, even while he’s nearly dizzy from the satisfaction of finally getting to taste her. “Gotta keep these open, need some room down here,” he teases, curling his hands around her thighs to pull them apart again.

“Sorry,” Mae breathes, already too distracted for banter, the way she gets when she’s headed towards overwhelmed.

“Keep ‘em open,” Neymar repeats, sliding his hands back down to keep her spread for his tongue. The second lick is much more thorough - Neymar uses the flat of his tongue to lick from her opening all the way to her clit, looking up to catch her reaction. Mae moans out this time, eyes closed, and head tilted back. She clenches the duvet in one of her fists but obediently keeps her legs open, wide enough to earn some praise, “Good girl,” mumbled right against her clit.

“Ney,” she whines, reaching out blindly to get a grip on his hair, twisting the longest bits of his fringe between her fingers. If Neymar had any remaining doubt around whether she was telling the truth about never being eaten out, her physical reactions would eliminate it. The first light suck he gives her clit sends her hips bucking up hard enough that he pulls back, afraid of scraping her with his teeth.

“Alright, love, relax,” Neymar mumbles, ducking back in to give her clit a soft kiss instead. He slides one hand up to rest low on her belly, stroking her skin with his thumb while she pants, leaving only one hand to hold her open for his tongue. Two fingers work fine, enough to frame her clit right in between them; he doesn’t need to keep her spread, but he likes the access it gives him, a smooth line to lick between her two most sensitive spots. Neymar aims the next lick much lower, right where she’s wettest, humming softly against her when he hears her whimper and feels the tug at his fringe.

Really, he already knew what she’d taste like - he’s sucked his fingers clean after fucking her with them just to watch her flush - but it’s always better like this. There’s nothing stopping him from licking inside her, nothing obscuring her taste. He decides to stay there as long as she’ll allow it, bottom lip pressed snug against her skin while he sucks her to make sure everything she leaks will make it into his mouth.

He expects Mae to pull him back to her clit eventually, but after a long moment only punctuated by her soft, moaned breaths, she lets go of the duvet to rub her clit herself. Her fingers bump against his nose but she doesn’t seem to care, panting out, “Please don’t stop.”

Neymar doesn’t even stop long enough to promise that he won’t. He tilts his head to give Mae’s fingers more room to move, gripping her thigh instead of bothering to hold her lips open any longer. Hardly half a minute goes by before he feels her start to tremble, the biggest tell that she’s getting close; Neymar dips his tongue into her as deep as he can manage, fingertips pressing into her skin. Despite the hard kick his cock gives when he feels her tighten around his tongue as she starts to come, he’s almost disappointed with how quickly it’s over, unhappy about taking his mouth away from her already. He pushes the feeling aside to listen to her helpless groan, chasing her with his tongue when she squirms enough to dislodge him.

“Oh my god,” is the first thing she says when she’s sucked in a deep enough breath to speak again. Neymar breathes out a soundless laugh and rests his forehead against her knuckles where she’s cupping her clit, licking some of the wetness off his lips. “I should’ve asked for that a long time ago.”

“Wouldn’t have felt as good if you had,” Neymar says confidently, propping himself up on his elbows far enough to get a good look at her face. She’s much more disheveled now, flushed in a gradient from her face to her breasts, red to pink. “Good things come to those who wait, etcetera. And I hardly even touched your clit, look at that.”

“I would’ve died,” Mae says seriously, eyes closed, and brows furrowed. Neymar lets his gaze drop back between her legs when she doesn’t look down at him, gently pulling her hand away from herself so he can see.

“You wouldn’t have,” he says, slightly belated. He can see how swollen her clit is now from her rubbing and her orgasm; it’s hard under his lips when he leans in and places a gentle kiss there.

Right away, her hips jerk. “Neymar,” she whispers, half a gasp.

“You came so quick,” he replies, settling back down where he was, mouth much closer to her again. Mae looks ambivalent and a little nervous when she stares down at him, mouth open in anticipation.

“It felt good,” she mumbles. It turns into a whine on the last word, good high-pitched and elongated when he kisses her clit again. “Neymar.”

Close enough that his wet lips brush against her when he speaks, Neymar admits, “Don’t wanna stop yet.”

Mae’s hips nearly twitch out of his reach, an involuntary reaction, but her fingers find their way into his hair again. She holds him more tightly this time. “It feels different like this,” she murmurs, different than the times he’s kept his fingers moving inside her until she came a second time.

“I know, babe,” he says back, reassuring. He makes sure she’s watching so she’ll know when to expect it when he licks her clit again, as gentle as he can manage; it’s soft enough that she simply shivers, letting her legs drop open wide again.

Mae doesn’t say anything else. She watches him until he curls his fingers around her hips to hold her still, tipping her head back then so that the whimper she lets out following his next lick is pointed toward the ceiling. Neymar knows she’s sensitive; it’s what he’s counting on, hearing the sweet, overwhelmed sounds she lets out when he gives her more than she’s used to. He keeps his grip on her hips tight, already expecting her to try and twist away from his mouth.

He doesn’t have to wait long to be proven right. Just like the first time, her hips jerk back when he sucks her clit but Neymar holds her firmly, nails caught in the skin at the edge of her hipbones. Mae’s quite strong - almost certainly stronger than he is - but she’s also a good listener, prone to going pliant at the right combination of gentle restraint and his voice. Neymar uses it to his advantage now, squeezing her hips and resting his cheek on her inner thigh for a moment to murmur, “Can you stay still for me, Mae?”

“Yeah,” Mae gasps, though she sounds unsure. The hand in his hair tightens to the point that he nearly winces, but he lets her keep the hold as a distraction when he tries again. This time, he fits his lips very gingerly around her clit, tongue pressed soft up against it. He sucks with as little force as he can manage, just enough to let her feel it, and makes a pleased sound when she only whimpers in response, hips stationary against the bed. Neymar wants to encourage her with his words but uses his hands to do it instead, loosening his grip to feel up her sides so that he can keep his mouth where he wants it.

After the initial writhing and jerking, Mae seems to channel her reactions into her voice instead. She keeps an almost painfully firm grip on Neymar’ hair, but she does a very good job of keeping herself still despite being twice as loud as she was the first time around. Neymar takes his time with her, gradually sucking harder and sloppier kisses over her clit until she pulls him in closer by the back of his head and holds him between her legs, groaning out wordlessly. It’s hot, feeling her slick against his chin and her clit hard in his mouth; he pours himself into it, sucking her in sharp pulses in the rhythm that she sets for him with the tiny nudges of her hips that she can’t hold back.

Neymar, perhaps naively, expects that this orgasm will take a while. It’s not like he and Mae have been doing this for ages, but he feels confident enough to say that her second orgasms are harder to achieve, usually leaving him with a cramped wrist and biceps burning with the effort of fingering her for that long. He’s surprised again by how quickly he feels her thighs shaking next to his shoulders, the bite of her nails against his scalp making him groan around her clit. Careful not to interrupt her momentum, Neymar follows Mae’s lead and sucks just as hard as he has been, eyes shut against the pressure when she closes her thighs around his head.

She comes hard and loud the second time, riding up against his face for the bulk of her orgasm; as soon as it starts to wane, she shoves him back, suddenly enough that he gasps when she isn’t in his mouth anymore. “Stop! Fuck, stop,” she whimpers, punctuating it with a laugh when she looks down and spots his surprised face. “Sorry, sorry,” she pants between breaths, collapsing back against the bed. Her legs are spread wide, trusting that he won’t touch her again just yet.

“Don’t have to be sorry,” Neymar mumbles, pushing himself up onto his knees to look her over while he wipes his chin dry. There’s a wet patch on the sheets where his cock’s been rubbing and a separate one under Mae’s bum, the slick he didn’t manage to clean up the second time. She blinks up at him and grins, bright but pleasantly exhausted, shoving a hand through her hair to push the stray pieces that are sticky with sweat away from her face.

“Fuck me,” she sighs happily, reaching out for him when he starts to crawl up her body. “Not literally,” she adds after his cock nudges her hip, giving him a suspicious look, as if he might be getting ideas. “Maybe later.”

“Not literally or maybe later?” Neymar asks, settling himself on top of her.

“I haven’t decided. I’m disoriented now,” she insists, staring blatantly at his lips instead of his eyes while she speaks to him.

“Are you gonna tell me the verdict or not?” he asks, feigning impatience. He uses his cleaner hand to pet some of her flyaway hairs back, dipping down to give her a kiss.

Mae makes a quiet noise, blinking slowly when he gets so close that she can’t see his mouth. “It was pretty fucking good,” she announces, resting her hands on his ribs. “Makes me wanna— build a time machine, maybe. Go back to when I’d never felt it before and do it all over again.”

“Can do it as many times as you like,” Neymar offers.

She kisses him this time, lifting her head off the bed to reach him. It’s closed-mouthed but lingering, somehow sensual in its simplicity. “Once more before bed,” she decides in a murmur, smiling at him again. Before Neymar can reply, Mae’s rolled him onto his back on the mattress, hands at his shoulders to hold him in place. She places a smacking kiss to the center of his chest and straddles his thighs, adding, “Wanna do you first, though.”

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swayziiwriter · 1 year

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Rainy days | Neymar jr

summary: a rainy match day in Barcelona and some locker room sex.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

It was rainy season in Barcelona. Evident as the rain continued to pour all along Barcelona's stadium that was filled to the brim with spectators eager to see the game between rivals Barcelona & Real Madrid. You were standing along the sidelines of the stadium, counting down the time until the match started as you waited for Neymar to come back out from the locker rooms knowing that he was probably indulged into a conversation with Leo and Luis, loosing track of time.

You stuck your hand out from the covered area of the sideline, you watched as the rain drops hit your coat smiling as you looked up at the stadium savouring the moment of being here in the presence of games you watched only from a screen growing up. Though, now you were here in real time. Supporting your fiancé as his career progressed, an overwhelming feeling of happiness filled your stomach. Butterflies erupted as you thought of Neymar's career, your relationship, and everything still to come.

A voice that you recognized to belong to Neymar pulled your focus away from your thoughts, instead all attention being directed behind you as you watched Neymar jog over to you with a smile. "Está chovendo" Neymar said as you placed a kiss to his lips, welcoming the warm feeling he gave as you stayed in the cold.

"I'm going to the seating area, I just wanted to see you before I did" you replied lazily wrapping your arms around his neck as he placed another kiss on your cheek.

"Come here" Neymar said as grabbed your waist bringing him into you, intertwining your hands as he walked you two back into the tunnel down the secluded halls into the locker rooms that read

"Vestuario" "Neymar why are your brining me here, you're not allow " you were cut off by swift movement of Neymar's hand covering your mouth. "bebê" Neymar spoke out lowly, un zipping your jacket and tossing it somewhere on the ground in a pile with his own Barcelona jacket. Neymar looked down at you, eyes dark with lust as a smirk creeped onto his face as he brought your body into his, leaving a kiss on your jaw before making a move towards your shirt.

You pulled away before he could reach the edge of it. Neymar wanted to have sex with you in the team locker room half an hour before a game. "No Ney, we are not doing this right now" you whisper shouted while looking around the room making sure no one else was in view of you two. "I need you meu amor, please. It would be fun" he continued walking towards you, hands reaching behind you to trap you in his arms as your back came into contact with the cold lockers.

You shivered as Neymar inched up your shirt, letting your back come into contact with the cold metal. You leaned your head back giving Neymar more access to your exposed neck as he left open mouthed kisses near your chest, feeling up your breasts through your half up shirt.

"Ney, I don't know about this, anyone could find us" you suddenly spoke out as Neymar pulled your shirt off, before reaching back to remove his jersey. Neymar nodded before reaching down to your pants, ripping them down before you had a chance to understand what was happening. He moved his finger up and down your clothed core, feeling the wet spot that had pooled in your now ruined panties.

Moving your panties aside he stuck a finger into your tight core. Moving it at a teasingly slow pace, torturing your insides as they now craved Neymar's touch. You let a whimper as he left a kiss right above his finger, he had turned you on and there was no way you were going to let him stop.

Neymar suddenly stopped his movements in your core, pulling out his fingers slowly leaving you whining at the loss of pleasure.

"Turn around bebê" Neymar said licking your cum off his fingers as he went to remove his pants. You pulled your underwear down, stepping out of it turning around to grip the bench in front of you.

Neymar smirked behind you, you obeyed him without another word.

You let out a small moan as Neymar ran his tip along your aching pussy, he gripped your hips fingers digging into your flesh as he listened to your breathing intense. "Neymar please stop teasing" you spoke out as he continued to run his hard duck up and down your core letting the sticky liquid that leaked out from his tip smear all over your butt.

"Please what hm?" He mocked letting you whine impatiently. "give it to me already Ney please" you begged tired of his teasing and playful motions. Neymar finally gave in, moaning as he stretched you out in all the right places.

He didn't give you time to adjust, building up his rapid pace as you moaned out in pleasure. "Look at you, bent over in a locker room for my cock" he grunted pace increasing as you clenched around his long cock.

"You take my cock so good bebê"

Neymar cooed out leaving you moaning in response unable to form a proper sentence your mind blank from how good he was fucking you.

"Give it to me Ney, don't stop" you moaned out as you felt an all too familiar knot form in your stomach, closer to your release as Neymar lifter your body up by your hair leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Neymar took your hand putting it up against your stomach to feel how deep he was buried inside your tight pussy. "You feel that" he said, you moaned in response. "Feel my cock so deep inside you, letting me fuck you where anyone could walk in and see how much of a slut you are for this dick" he continued.

The sound of skin slapping, heavy breathes, and the continued chant of Neymar's name the sound that bounced off the walls of the Barcelona locker room. With a few more thrusts and a string of encouragements from Neymar, you were sent over the edge. Moaning Neymar's name as you spasmed all over his cock.

Your release triggering Neymar's as he came with a loud grunt, pounding into you to ride out his high. "So good for me" Neymar spoke out as he slid out of your core, a mixture of both your juices dripping out.

A sight that was enough for Neymar to fuck you once again in celebration of Barcelona's win over Real Madrid when you arrived home

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