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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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delicate - neymar jr

a/n: oh god, this one contains smut, i’ve never written smut before so, watch out i guess! ps! i snuck in some taylor swift references, from her song delicate pairing: neymar jr x reader warning: language, smut, slight angst (fighting) wordcount: 3000 summary: fake dating with neymar changes into something more

“Come on, we have to be at the event at 8. Are you almost ready, anjo?” Neymar asked, waiting impatiently for you. He stood in the bedroom of the hotel room, which was attached to the bathroom you were in. You two shared a room for once purpose – being seen arriving and leaving together. You were currently getting ready for yet another celebrity party. He was your date, as always, even though you weren’t really dating.

The reason why you were intertwined in this fake relationship, is that you’re just here to make him look good. It was for your own profit too. Over the years, Neymar has built quite the playboy status. This status, the almost slutty one, made brands not wanting deals with him and gave him a bad reputation. You were the internets good girl, the golden girl. The angel. The sweetheart. You never had been caught in any affair, never had an awful break up and had never had a cheating scandal.

Both of your managers got together and decided it would be good for both of you. He would be able to save his reputation, you gained fame. It felt unreal, now thinking about the moment.

It was 8 months ago, you were just got ready to start your day. Today was not going to be a productive day, you were just going out with your friends. Then you got a call from your manager, asking you to come to the office as soon as possible.

You arrived and when you walked in you saw him immediately. The number one heartthrob of the world. The guy who had a new girl every week. Neymar da Silva Santos Júnior. You looked around you confused. What was he doing here?

“What’s going on?” you asked, looking at your manager. Miss Delara has been here for since the take off of your career. From the first movie to the most recent one. She has grown to be your rock.

“Y/N, please sit down.” A guy, probably Neymar’s manager, said. You do what he asked, but shot him an irritated glance. What was going on? You look at Neymar and give him a nod, not really knowing how to greet him. You have only met him twice and both those interaction were short and just polite. He ignores you, that asshole.

“So Y/N, Neymar, you’re probably wondering why you are here.” His manager said. “Well, that’s because of me. I asked Miss Delara for a favor and she thought it was a good idea.”

You felt clueless, how does this explain anything?

“Cause Neymar, you can’t keep acting like this. Adidas is about the stop your contract with them. You have been getting so much hate on social media and parents don’t want you walking with their kids down the field anymore. I never thought you would let it come that far.” He said following up his earlier statement.

“Eu não me importo (I don’t care)! I’m just living my life and why the fuck is she here?” he all of sudden snapped. Jeez. This guy really had some issues.

“No Neymar, you’ve let it come to far like I said. We need to change your media presence. I want a positive, happy and loving Neymar in my twitter feed. I don’t want to see another article about you leaving a club with 5 girls.”

Neymar is clearly upset and about to go of about this shit.

“Uh, I’m sorry, but what am I doing here?” You asked carefully. You just felt like you didn’t belong in this conversation.

“Y/N, you have a perfect reputation, right?” He asked and you nodded not really knowing what to do. “You might be able to save his. Miss Delara and I had this idea, where you just go out for a while, go in public, let the paparazzi take photos of you. Let Neymar build this perfect boyfriend reputation, let you gain fame from all of this-“

“No fucking way,’ Neymar said, cutting his own manager off. “No fucking way,” he said once more.

“Please Neymar, you’ll gain so much from this. You’ll gain the old love and affection back. On the pitch, off the pitch. Just think about those days.”

This clearly made Neymar rethink it, the three of you could clearly see that he relived those glorious memories again. But how did you feel about it? You just felt confused. Sure, gaining more fame from dating him would be nice. But staying around him all the time? You’d rather not.

“Do you both agree?” Miss Delara said, but she was mainly looking at you. She really knew you. She noticed the way you were more quiet than usual.

“I do agree. My reputation never been worse, so.” He said, clearly having his mind made up already.

Now all their eyes were on you. “Well I’d rather not date him, even if it was fake.” You said. Had you really just said that in front of him? But then again, it was kind of his own fault for acting like a douchebag.

“So much for being the sweet golden girl, huh? Is it all an act? You’re not an angel at all, are you?” He said seductively, implying something you don’t want to think about. You felt your cheeks getting hot.

“That’s enough. Y/N, you need this. You’re new movie just came out and extra promotion is always welcome. You have to agree.

So you did.

You finished your makeup, realizing you had been lost in your memories for a minute. You almost couldn’t believe why you almost said no to this deal. He treats you well, is respectful and occasionally buys you gifts. He is good to you, even when you are in private.

“Damn, I’ve never seen that color blue. Looks good on you.” He says in admiration. His eyes scanning over your body, which looks great in the light blue dress. The lower neckline shows your chest off nicely, but was still classy. The slit went all the way up your leg and made your legs look longer then they are. You looked stunning.

He clearly agreed, he thought you look so pure, so perfect and most of all so delicate. It was the perfect way to describe you. Delicate. Like a flower. Just so beautiful and he was afraid to shatter it. He almost zoned out thinking about you, but he made himself snap out if of it.

“We should just stay here, querida, I don’t want to share.” He suggested.

You let out a slight chuckle. “Let’s keep it professional, shall we?”

“Well, we should.”

You look at him confused. What does he mean with ‘should’? You decided to ignore him and grab his hand. “Let’s just go to the party,” you tell him.

“No staying here then?”

You gave him a knowing look and shot you a defeated one back. “Fine, we’ll go.”

At the party, the both of you just fell into your usual routine. When you arrived you posed, when you stepped in the club you hold each other close, and a while later you do you your own thing. Then you reunite and dance with each other. While dancing, he whispered his usual sweet talk in your ear and due to the drinks you had you gave in. The look on his face was priceless when you said something not even remotely similar back.

The rest of the evening you hung out with your friends and soon the party came to an end. You got invited to the after party. You told your girlfriends you would let Neymar know you were going to the party and they were excited. You usually went straight home after the real party.

“Hey,” you said, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“Ei bêbe, ready to go home?” he asked you. He put his glass back on the bar and already signed to the barman that he wanted to pay. He then pointed at you, signaling he was paying for you too.

“Actually, I’ve got invited to some kind of rooftop after party, the girls and I were planning on going. Are you okay with that? Or do you want to join?”

“Oh. You really want to go?” He said, his voice sounded mildly disappointed.

“Yeah, it’s been a while since I have been out on a girls night.”

He tried to fake a smile, but failed miserably. “No, it’s okay! I just don’t feel like another party, so I’ll go home, alright? You stay safe, meu vida.”

“I’ll see you at our room again. Drive save!” You walked of happily, pleased with knowing he was okay with it. You were happy that you finally went out with your girls.

What you didn’t notice was Neymar’s sadden stare following you all the way out of the door.

It was about three in the morning, you were exhausted, but happy to be back in your room. It was a good party. Good people, good music and overall good vibes. You had a great night.

“Ney, I’m back!” you yelled, not caring that there are probably people sleeping in this building. When you didn’t get a response, you were confused. “Ney?” you tried again, no response. Shit, he was probably asleep. You walked over to bedroom hoping you’d find him there. You did.

He was laying on the bed, with his headphones on. Even though his eyes were closed, the expression his face portrayed looked almost angry, but you thought he maybe was deeply focused on his music. You went to sit on the end on the bed. You tap twice on his leg and he removes his headphones.

“You should turn down your volume, dumbass! I was yelling the other second and I got no response!” you fake scolded him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, not really making eye contact with you. You ignored him, you figured he was just mad about you ruining his song.

“You really missed out on this party, Ney! At some point, Riley got so drunk she was jumping from float to float in the pool! Then Ariel was flirting with the bartender and got us all free drinks-“

“Am I a fucking joke to you?” he interrupted, tone much harsher than usual.

You looked at him confused. “What the hell are you saying?” You felt yourself getting mad at him, how dare he raise his voice to you like that? Where was his respect?

“I asked, do you think it’s fucking funny to tell me you’re going out with your friends?” He asked again, clearly angrier too.

“I was out with my friends? What are you on about?”

“Stop acting dumb. We both know that was just an excuse of yours to grind down on this assholes dick!” He yelled, almost scaring you. You weren’t scared though, because you knew you were in the right. You’d never do anything like that, even in this fake relation. You knew how important it was to make this relation seem perfect, 24/7.

“What are you talking about?” You yelled back at him. He threw to you his phone and you saw Twitter opened. You clicked on the video and your friends. You also saw the guy dancing with your best friend, who you were according to Neymar grinding on, being a respectful distance away from you.

“Is this what you’re dramatic about?” You asked and raised an eyebrow. He looks at you like your some kind of ghost. “He’s touching you!”

“It was merely a touch Neymar! Our shoulders brushed once!”

“Yeah, and then he looked at you!” Now he was really pushing it. He was making such drama over a guy looking at you! What had gotten into him?

“If you make this big of a drama about some guy looking at me, you have a lot of issues, Ney. And if I did dance with somebody, why would you care? We’re only dating for our business life, for fucks sake!” There, you finally said it. Why was it bothering him so much?

Living in an illusion was fun, until you couldn’t see the difference between reality and fantasy anymore.

That’s how you felt right now.

“Because Y/N! Because it drives insane knowing other men look at you, because the idea of any other person touching you makes me crazy. I get so jealous. I don’t want to imagine someone else with what is mine. I am sick of only pretending your mine all the damn time. Acting like I don’t want that to be the truth. But what drives me the most mad of all of these things? That you still haven’t realized that I’m madly in love with you,” he let out, finally spoken his truth. The words that he had been holding back for months now.

“You love me?” was the only thing you were able to say, not knowing how to react. But you already knew what you wanted to say. When he said how he felt about you, all the puzzle pieces fell into place. So did the feeling you have been keeping to yourself for months now. The warm, homey feeling he bought you. The ultimate comfort you found in him, the way your heart fluttered when he smiled and the way he could give you everything by just being there for you.

“I do, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me a douchebag to realize that.” He said, finally looking in your eyes. You saw a glint of hope, but a lot of fear in his hazel eyes.

“Kiss me, please,” you simply said. You weren’t able to express any of your feelings right now. You felt overwhelmed by everything happening. He didn’t take long to realize what you said an scooted closer to you.

He cupped your jaw softly, looked at you with adoration and passion. His other hand in your hair, which was already messed up by a long night of going out. He pulls you closer and your you can feel his breath. He finally kisses you, but this time it was not one of your quick kisses, just for the photos. No, this time, he wanted to feel every part of you. He took his time, slowly pulling you on his lap.

You felt the kiss grow more heated as his tongue slid in your mouth. Your tongues found their own rhythms. His hand that was holding your jaw gently, moved to your ass and gave it a squeeze. Not expecting this actions, you let out a slight moan and accidentally grinded your hips on him. Earning a groan from him, you felt his dick under you grow harder.

He broke the kiss and let his forehead rest against your head. “Fuck baby, look what you’ve done.”

You looked down a saw a slight wet spot on his pants. “You want to fix that for me, anjo?”

You nodded and got off of his lap, getting on your knees in front of the bed. He kicked out his sweatpants and got rid of his boxers. You looked a little too long at his cock in full glory, it standing up proud and in full glory.

“Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees,” he managed to bring out. You couldn’t respond. “Aw, has my little innocent girl gone a little dumb?”

You nodded again, but now finally taking actions. You hands ran up and down his base and after a few strokes, you began giving him kitty licks all over. Giving more attention to his sensitive red tip, he was a groaning mess for you.

“Stop teasing. I want you. Take it like the good girl I know you are.” He grunted - wanting more from you then you were currently giving. Those words got him what he wanted; him calling you a good girl clearly affecting you. You did what he requested, you took him in your mouth. Not having that much experience, you couldn’t fit everything you wanted. So, you pumped what you couldn’t fit.

You’re still moving slow, holding that teasing pace. But after a bit of that he grew impatient. He needs to feel you, deeper and harder. Not only sucking him off for the sake of teasing him. He wanted you to make him cum, not make him wait. His hands gripped your hair harshly and he starts fucking your face. While he was doing this, he constantly told you how good you were doing.

This sudden movement from him, caused you to tear up. Gagging on his cock, which was deeper than ever before, you couldn’t the few tears rolling down your face. He kept his fast pace and after a minute or two he starts groaning loudly. This was the signal for you that he was almost coming undone. You put in a bit more effort and tried to suck him harder. You felt his cock twitch inside your mouth.

“Shit, anjo. Is it okay if I come in your mouth?” he asked for permission. You let out an agreeing mumble and nodded. A few seconds later he came with groans you’d swear the whole hotel had heard.

He drops himself on the bed. “You did so good for me.” He praised, making you blush. “Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor, alright?”

You laughed and knew it was going to be a long night.

In the morning you were exhausted, not getting a lot of sleep tonight. But you definitely didn’t regret anything. No, yesterday was a night you’ll never forget. The way he made scream, the way you get slightly wet thinking about it again. And now you were here, held closely by the chest of your boyfriend.

“Hey anjo. Good morning,” his groggy morning voice said. You smiled and said your good mornings back. When you saw him fading to sleep again, you nudged him. “Ney!”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” you said softly.

“I know you told me a thousand time while you were having orgasm. During all three of them even.” He said, his subtilty clearly still asleep.

“Way to ruin the moment!”

“You still love me though, that’s all that matters.”

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jdbellingham · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

word count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jude looked up again before asking “How much?”

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

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

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

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

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

“50,” Eric pushed, growing annoyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Better,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear lord what had he gotten himself into.

˚ ✧ ˚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You never give up, do you?”

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

“No,” Y/n shouted, walking away.

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

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

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co6kiesvr · 1 year

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do you write for neymar? if so can you please do one where he’s jealous and they fight and sleep in separate rooms and he comes back and it’s fluffy after

maybe i do like them touching me. at least they actually pay attention to me.hi love! sure!!

genre: angst to fluff

quick a/n: this was written in spanish, i didn't know he mainly speaks portuguese! im so so sorry!!

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you and neymar’s friends were actually quite close, at first they didn’t really like you. but now, you were all great friends

in neymar’s view, you might have been a little too great. don’t get him wrong, he likes that his friends like you and there aren’t any problems between you two. but, sometimes he wished you weren’t that close

today was the day he finally snapped, you were with his friends, laughing and joking around. it was all okay at first, until they began touching you. one touching your shoulder, the other your arm, one of them touched your hair too

who the hell told them they were allowed to touch what’s his?

“mi amor, tenemos que irnos, ahora.” neymar said as he held your hand tightly (my love, we have to go, now.)

“what—but, por qué? Paso algo?” you said, furrowing your eyebrows as he began pulling you away even harder (why? did something happen?)

“we’re leaving.” was all he said as his friends stared at you two, confused, while you were feeling the embarrassment taking over

he pulled you away outside to the car, putting you inside, himself, then driving away.

the drive was completely silent, not one of you uttered a single word.

once you got home, you were quick to leave the car before him, and go to your room where you sat there quietly

he followed you into the room, staring at you for a second before speaking up

“what, you’re not gonna talk to me now?” he said, “i had no choice! you were certainly having fun with all of them touching you”

“you cannot be fucking serious right now!” you yelled, “me estabas mirando todo el tiempo, and now you’re jealous? you never trust me! you act like i'll cheat on you opr something!” you snapped (you were glaring at me the entire time)

“i wasn’t glaring at you, i was glaring at them! it’s like you were their girlfriend, not mine. y no les estabas diciendo exactamente que se detuvieran ahora verdad” he yelled back (and you weren't exactly telling them to stop now were you)

“what are you trying to say. hm? that i like your friends touching me even if i don’t want them to?! you know what? tal vez me gusta que me toquen. al menos en realidad me prestan atención.” you said, (maybe i do like them touching me. at least they actually pay attention to me.

“oh, now i don’t pay attention to you? okay, have fun getting the attention from them. buenas noches” he said as he walked out and went into the guest bedroom (goodnight)

“good, i will” you yelled as he walked away

and now here you were, lying awake in bed, trying to stop the tears from flowing. he had a right to be jealous, but he didn't have a right to act like you were enjoying it. he was always like this and you were sick of it, you're sick of him not trusting you. it hurts you when you feel like he doubts you.

you were so caught up with your thoughts you didn't realize the door was open now, you felt the bed sink, and stayed quiet.

"mi amor? are you still awake?" he said, "lo siento, Sé que no harías algo así. i was just stressed and barely seeing you was making it worse, especially if i see you with them more than i see you with me." (im sorry, i know you wouldn't do anything like that)

"i don't like it when they touch me, i only like it when you do it" you spoke up

"why didn't you tell me, cariño?" (sweetheart)

"you like your friends, i didn't want to ruin anything between you"

"you're better than all of them, querida" he smiled and hugged you tight, you turned and faced him, and he was quick to pull you close

"te amo, mi vida" he said as he leaned his forehead on yours (i love you, my life)

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lovefks · 1 year

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ᥫ᭡Kisses.ᐟ ［Neymar x reader］

ᥫ᭡ summary cuddles and kisses is what you love being woken up for

ᥫ᭡ pairing neymar jr x reader

ᥫ᭡ warning nothing but

Being woken up is trash, especially when it’s weekend. But there is only one condition you allow to be woken up to; morning kisses.

You could feel his soft lips on yours, your lips between his. You just love that feeling. You tried to speak, but only a little squeak came out as you still felt his lips on yours. „Ney…” you murmured softly. This made him grab your hip and pull you even closer. You mumbled his name again „mhm“ he mumbled back while still kissing you.

You tried to answer, but soon his lips landed on your cheek, nibbling on it softly. „Ney… what are you doing“ you said while giggling softly. You loved every second of it and Neymar knew it. „Yes Meu anjo?“ he said while his voice got blocked by your cheek. He moved to your lips again, while you stroke his hair softly, letting out small, soft giggles. „you are so cute, you know that?“ you tried to say, but it as just a non understandable sentence.

He stoped kissing you and you both looked your eyes; he has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen…

He began to shift and cuddled his head into your neck. „thank you y/n. Você é a pessoa mais bonita do mundo“ he mumbled into your neck. Oops you thought, I just said that out loud (You are the most prettiest person in the world)

These are the moments you never thought would become reality. The moments you had only dreamed about, but when you met Neymar, he made those dreams become reality without knowing that what he does, is exactly what you want,

Him cuddling into you with his lips softly kissing you, with your hands around him; these moments…

…These moments where the ones who were worth it being woken up

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hamiltonaf · 10 months

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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 :

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

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

PDA | Fluff

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neymarluvrr · 1 year

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neymar jr- ꧁✿❦

summary: you do the famous wrap challenge with neymar

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

"right, do you know how the challenge works?-" you were abruptly cut short of your sentence when neymar decided it would be funny to slap the wrap he had in his hand around your face when you turned to face him.

he threw his head back and laughed out loud, you staring at him, mouth wide. "NEYMAR!"

"m'sorry." he snorted, looking at your face that was shocked and he started laughing again. "i can't-"

"we haven't even started yet!" you exclaimed, grabbing another wrap out the package, deciding to get him back by slapping it around his face.

"Y/N!" he copied your reaction, and you both began to laugh. you shook your head, inhuman noises coming out of both of your bodies.

"right." he says, his laughter dying down, clearing his throat. "you said we have to do this with water, yes?" he asked you, grabbing the glass of water that was on the table infront of you both.

"yep, and we have to do rock paper scissors to see who goes first." you explain clearly as the first time you tried to do that, he had slapped the wrap around your face.

"you dare spit the water at me, and i swear to god-' he mumbled, taking a sip of water, making sure to keep it in his mouth and not to drink it.

"then dont hit it too hard around my face and that won't happen." you said sweetly, taking the glass from him and copying his actions.

you put the glass a safe distance away from you both so none of you could accidentally knock it over.

"okayreadyrockpaperscissors?" you tried to speak, but obviously couldn't due to the water in your mouth. it came out as an inaudible mumble and neymar put his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.

however, he nodded as if he understood you. you both started to do rock paper scissors and on shoot you help up a rock while neymar held up the scissors sign.

YES!

you grinned as best as you could without water spilling out and neymar sighed, looking at you wearily.

you picked up the wrap, a laugh already starting to creep up your throat. neymar stepped back, shaking his head as you help the wrap up.

you both were laughing silently, surprisingly keeping the water in your mouth. you swat his hands away, both of you looking like a pair of chipmunks from the way you were both silently laughing.

you grab his hand to stop it blocking his face and with the other one you slapped the wrap around his face, causing him to spit his water out because he was laughing.

you did the same, however you aimed for the sink to spit yours into unlike neymar who just couldn't hold it in.

you let out a loud cackle, holding onto the counter for support. "im going to piss myself."

"that was so hard." neymar laughed, rubbing his cheek.

"i can't." you wiped under your eyes, grabbing the cup to go again. "you know the whole point of this game is to keep the water in your mouth."

even you knew that it was too funny to be able to keep it in your mouth.

"okay, go again." neymar said and you both put water in your mouth.

you did rock paper scissors again, this time you doing the paper sign and neymar holding up scissors. shit. your eyes widened and neymar looked at you with a gleam in his eyes.

neymar beckoned you over when you took a few steps back, shaking your head, you were trying so hard to keep the water in your mouth right now. he picked ups a wrap, grabbing your hip to stop you from walking back.

you tried to squirm out his grip, but he tightened his hand on you, shaking his head.

if he spits the water all over my face, i swear-

he smacks the wrap around your face, not as hard as you did to him though, thankfully and you both turned around, spitting the water out, laughing like a bunch of buffoons.

you did a couple more rounds, unfortunately neymar winning the rock paper scissors, so you had to suffer the wraps to your face..

#neymar jr #neymar imagines #neymar jr fluff #neymar #neymar jr imagines #neymar jr x you #neymar jr x reader #neymar x reader #neymar x y/n #neymar x you #neymar jr smut #neymajr #jude bellingham #j

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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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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nosugarallspice · 9 months

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

Yes yes!

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Minors DNI!!

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

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

“We can’t, not here babe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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Promoting

a/n: hello! this is my very first fic! criteria is welcome, but please be nice! pairing: neymar x reader warnings: language and slightly mature at the end. word count: 1100 enjoy!

I really don’t want to be here.

But I had no other choice, my work forced me to be here. Due to the success of my movie in Brazil, I had to go for some kind of event. Of course, where there are events there are after parties, and where there are parties there are potential connections. I’m here for that last purpose.

I’m not doing a good job. I have only spoken to the bartender yet, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t recognize me. The drink sure did help with the mood.

There is nothing wrong with this party, the lights are maybe a bit too bright, but still. The purple lightning made it impossible to even see your drink. One thing you were able to notice, is the smell. It smells so horrible. Sweaty bodies, strong alcohol and awful food.

The worst part of this place? I don’t speak a word Portuguese and I have zero friends here. So I do what a girl has to do: get another drink.

While walking to the bar, I make sure to check the floor. God forbid that slip over some trash and someone takes a picture of it. So I make sure to focus and dodge all of it.

I was a little bit too focused on not slipping, cause I crashed into someone. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” I say embarrassed and I look up. In front of me stands the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

And, oh my God, now I recognize him. Shit. I just bumped into Neymar Jr. The Neymar Jr. The man who was is magazine every week, either with a hot a photoshoot or a rumor that he’s dating a new girl.

“Sem problemas, lindihna,” he says and his voice is just as attractive as himself. I don’t know what the last thing he said means, but I’m pretty sure that he said that it’s not a problem.

“Uh, sorry again!” I mutter, because, man, I want to get away from this awkward conversation. I walk away, but he grabs my arm. “What’s your name again, beautiful?”

“I’m Y/N. And you are Neymar.” I say, lowkey flabbergasted. Hello? He wanted to know my name? He called me beautiful? Neymar has still a hold on my arm. I see that he notices too, because he let’s go of me. Instead he grabs my hand, leads me to the dancefloor area again.

He pulls me closer, hands that have snuck on my hips. His face gets closer. I can feel his hot breath on my skin. His eyes are gleaming mischievous. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. How many times in your life do you get a chance to be so close with an insanely hot man?

“Yeah, are you a fan?” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers over my body. Oh god, what was he doing to me? I only met him like 2 minutes ago.

While my mind wanders, my body knows exactly what I want. I feel hot everywhere. It’s probably a combination of the busy crowd and his body close to mine.

“Kind of. At home we watch a lot football. I think I saw you play a couple of times.” I’m really trying my hardest not to make this awkward. I must admit, I don’t really know Neymar as a player, nor as a person, obviously.

Meanwhile his arms lay loosely around my waist. His right hand creeping down a little.

He chuckles. “So, what brought you here in such short skirt You’re on a mission?”

I blush and look down. I really should’ve worn something else. Now he probably thinks I’m just some easy girl. Then again, I try to gaslight myself into thinking that I don’t care what Neymar thinks or says about me.

“No, definitely not. I had a movie come out. I’m here from promotion, but it’s not really working.” I don’t mention that I’m too scared to talk to people and that I should actually get that third drink.

“Ah, an actress.”

“Yeah, something wrong with that?” I ask kind of defensive.

“The opposite actually.” He says flashing a cocky smirk.

A new songs comes up and it’s some song of the Weeknd. He begins to sway me around. Holy shit. He wants to dance. I’m not a particularly bad dancer, but it’s definitely not one of my talents. But the way he moves, the pure confidence in all what he does, makes me lose it to rhythm too.

“You know, I think I can solve your promotion problems,” he says seductively. His hazel brown eyes looking in mine and locking contact.

I was intrigued, because everything was better than what I was doing. “Oh yeah? Please, tell me.” I say, without breaking the eye contact.

“I can’t tell you, only show you.”

“Show me then.” I say with sudden confidence. His hands lift your chin and his thumb runs over your bottom lip. His other hand cups my jaw and he finally breaks the eye contact to look at my lips. He looks me in the eyes again to asks for permission, maybe? I nod and it happened all in a flash.

And all of sudden his lips are touching mine. I do not kiss back immediately, out of pure shock. The kiss, that was gentle at first, was getting more intense, he kissed me harder. He also gave my ass a little squeeze. That made me gasp and therefore he had the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth.

He tastes like expensive alcohol and there is a slight taste of spear mints on his tongue. While our kiss was getting deeper and more passionate, I let out a slight moan and grab his hair. It seems to have done something to him too, because now he groans into the kiss. He grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him than I already was. I can now feel him. Every part of him.

In the heat of the moment I move my hips slowly, earning another groan from him. He breaks the kiss. “Don’t do that here. Save that for later.” These words make me do it again. And now move hips in a way he can definitely feel it. I do too. In that short moment, I can feel his hard-on. Oh god, is he just as turned on as I am?

Our lips connect again and all of sudden I see flashes around us. Shit, the paparazzi. Neymar doesn’t break the kiss though. That happens a minute later. He let’s go off of my jaw and he brings his mouth close to my ear.

“I’m sure you will make the front page now, bêbe.”

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jdbellingham · 1 year

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new years - jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x best friend reader

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

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

word count: 1.9k

warnings: swearing, fluff?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“New Years in 5 minutes,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ask me to be your girlfriend,”

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss me again,”

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holygrailimagines · 1 year

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Fame

Summary: Neymar x Famous! Reader, fluff!

Y/N Y/L/N, your name held so much beauty and power. A person like you deserved to have all the limelight, and you did. Everyone was obsessed with you, how you dressed, how you acted, how you spoke, and the list goes on. Sure, you had a good number of haters, but they were miniscule compared to your millions of fans. Not only did you have fan attention, but you also had the attention of other famous people. You were always shocked to find instagram DMs from people you least expected. Usually, you maintained a friendly approach when DMing other celebrities, primarily because dating other famous people was just too much drama. But with him, it was different.

Neymar knew who you were, seeing your face appear on billboards and the ethereal instagram posts you uploaded. He had never spoken to you directly; afraid he’d make a fool out of himself. Sure, he was famous too, but it was nothing compared to your fame. He was a star, but you were the moon. You were so far out of reach for him, and he was desperate, getting tired of admiring from behind the scenes. When he sent that DM, he had to fight back the hope that you would answer. He tried to reason with himself, maybe this was all just a silly celebrity crush. But he knew it was deeper than that. He always found himself watching interviews of you, falling in love with the way your eyes showed every emotion and how your lips curled into that beautiful smile.

You were aimlessly scrolling through social media when you got the notification. You had to read it about ten times before you actually believed it was real. He had replied to your story, bela. You could feel your entire body heat up, Neymar Jr in your DMs? Insane.

Neymar was shocked to see your fast response, wasting no time opening your message. He chuckled at your response; all the worry lifted from his shoulders. You had returned the compliment, belo.

Like clockwork, the DMs transitioned into text messages and the text messages became video calls. The next step was clear, meeting in real life. You knew exactly what to do, you had been invited to an award show and you wanted him to be your plus one. He happily agreed, counting down the days until he could finally hold you.

The day had finally arrived, you were adorned in a beautiful black dress, your hair flowing beautifully, and the gold accents from your jewelry making you look breathtaking. The cameras flashed like crazy, cameramen shouting for you to spare them the slightest glance.

“Neymar?!” One of them shouts, confused by the presence of a football player. You quickly turned your head, your eyes meeting the man who stole your heart with a DM message. He was wearing a black dress shirt and pants, a gold belt wrapped around his waist. He flashed his teeth at you, his smile nearly making you melt. For a moment, the cameras and flashes disappeared as you walked towards each other. He hugged you and you couldn’t even hold back as you leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. The crowd went wild, the flashes trying to capture the very moment you kissed.

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kawaikylian · 1 year

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ney coming home from a match all sad and you comfort him

I love people who request fluff 😍

IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH ME•njr

Neymar is broken after the loss of his team

(Davi is around 4-5 years old, reader is the mother)

The moment Brazil was disqualified you stopped to think about how Neymar must feel, his life is you but so is football, loosing is heartbreaking for Neymar.You watched the screen, a close up of Neymar’s teary eyes almost making you cry as well.

He walks into the tunnel waving at everyone, he feels like shit regardless he wants you you couldn’t go now, you had to take Davi with your mother in law, Davi was crying as well and you had to calm him down but thought Nadine would be much helpful, “thank you nadine your so helpful” you said smiling, she’s holding Davi and wiping his teary eyes “where’s Neymar?” I ask, she smiles and points.

Neymar is walking down the tunnel and your eyes glimmer, you immediately run up to him wrapping your arms around his waist pulling him into a embrace, its a strong hug and you don’t pull away for a few seconds, you whisper in his ear “você é meu campeão” I say kissing his neck.(you are my champion)

I can feel him smile and then wrap his arms around my waist hugging me tighter, I pull my head up from his neck and take a glance at him “let’s go home baby and relax, you did everything you could” he tears up a little more “no” he says but you cut him off “no! Baby you did amazing! You tried your best, and to me you are my champion,you did amazing I want you to know that baby” by this time I’m holding his face to mine pulling him into a kiss.

At home

I’m kissing tears off his face and whispering sweet nothings into his ears reminding him he’s amazing and special, he’s ignorant at first but it makes sense he’s sad and broken, but to him my presence is soothing.

The doorbell rings and it’s nadine dropping off Davi, she talks for a little bit but leaves to run errands, “papas! What did you do over grandmas house!” I say picking up Davi cuddling him in my arms “we got ice cream!” He says “I can tell! You have chocolate marks on your face” he giggles, “pai!” He says and I hand him to Neymar.

An hour passes, Neymar, davi, and me are all layed on a bed watching a Disney movie, davi’s fallen asleep and I turn to Neymar “davi fell asleep” we both look at davi smiling seeing the awkward position he was in hugging the giant stitch pillow, I turn to caress Neymar’s face “baby I love you, I just want you to know you did amazing” he hums as a I speak and his breathing pace slows.

I grab Davi and he’s still sound asleep, I place him in the middle of me and Neymar, we both cuddle him until we ourselves are asleep, never finishing the Disney movie.

(Davi cried because he’s just like his dad).

#smut fanfiction #soccer #football smut #football #soccer fanfiction #neymar smut #neymar fanfic #neymar jr #fluff #neymar jr fluff

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libraryofloveletters · 9 months

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Surprise!

Neymar Jr x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 3.6k

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

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Barcelona, Spain - 2014.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, do you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I suppose,” you shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a little routine you two fell into.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I scored,” he tells you.

You nod. “I saw.”

“Seems you’ve brought good luck.”

“You don’t need luck.”

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

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Paris, France 2023.

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

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

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

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

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

Ney asked you to join him, begged you even.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The house was empty, aside from you.

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

“Morning sleepyhead,

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

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

Happy birthday, Y/n.

- Love, Ney.”

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

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

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

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

As you sit there, the memories come flooding in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is it.”

“That’s it?”

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

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

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

“Let’s go to dinner.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gets up, “ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes met his, “it’s not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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luvneymar · 1 year

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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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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Movie Night | A Neymar Jr. Short Story

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Neymar Jr x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You and Neymar are dating, and decide one night to watch a movie together.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 835

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It sucks that he was not able to play during the International break :/ No one request NeyNey stuff <//3 soooo I have taken it upon my own hands to write about him while working on other request c: Hope you enjoy teeheeee

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

Neymar cries out from the living room, "MY LOVEEEE COME ONNNNNNN," feeling that you are taking too long to join him. As you approach the living room where he was lying on the couch and you see him clutching his heart, he cries, "WE HAVE BEEN TOO FAR AWAY FROM EACH OTHER I'M DYINGGGG," making you giggle. You playfully jump on him and say, "I have to make sure my hair is dry, I don't want to get you wet when we cuddle. He embraces you in his arms, squeezes you firmly, and rests his head against your neck. He whispers, "You smell so good," and gives your neck a few kisses. You move your head back and kiss him on the lips “And you were complaining about me spending so long in the bathroom," you say as you move yourself from him to sit up. He raises himself to a sitting position and leans on the arm rest, which allows you to curl up close to him and place your head on his chest. One of his arms encircles you while the other grabs the remote control to start the movie. The television was initially paused on the Netflix logo, so you couldn't see the movie's title, but after he pushed the play button, you can now. “THE CONJURING?" You groan, glaring poutingly up at him, "You know I hate scary movies." " Don't worry, my love, it's not that horrible," he grins at you, " Kylian told me." As Neymar enjoys making jokes, he knows you have faith in Kylian, so you stare at him and respond. "Mmmmm... okay," You turn back to the screen without even noticing Neymar's menacing grin. He picked the movie because he is aware of how frightening it will be. Despite the fact that it makes him feel terrified as well, he finds it so adorable when you scream. He thinks you two will enjoy yourself.

As the movie goes on, you both get scared a few times. Right now, you're sitting up and covering your nose with a blanket. You murmur inaudibly, "Neymar, I'm actually going to kill you," sensing another jumpscare coming. Neymar pulls some of the blankets away from you so he may use them to cover his eyes as well. "Don't be stingy with the blanket and leave me hanging!" he cries.

You both start to scream as the conjuring monster jumpscare suddenly appears on the screen. You couldn't help but laugh after hearing his high-pitched scream. When he hears you laugh, he beams and asks, "What's so funny, eh? Eh?" You smile and say, "Nothing Nothing," attempting to control your laughing. He teases you by saying, "Oh really now?," and then attacks your sides, knowing that it is your weak area. You start to scream with laughter as you rock back and forth. “STOP! HAHAHAHAA S-S-STOP N- HAHAHAHAH NEY!" He continues while grinning, ”Then tell me what was so funny?” "OKAY OKAY!" You feel like you're about to have a cramp because your chest feels tight and your stomach starts to hurt from all the laughter. After he stops tickling you, his smile never leaves his face, allowing you to laugh a little bit more before you can finally regain your breath. You mutter, in between breaths, "You are sooo mean for that!" You exhale slowly after taking a long breath. "Okay okay..... Your," you giddily say. "I thought your scream was hilarious. You joke, "For a split second there, I couldn't tell if it was my boyfriend screaming or a young girllllll." Leaning in his direction, you bite your lower lip while also gazing into his eyes and then down at his lips. He is about to kiss you, but suddenly pulls away while frantically shouting, "Y/N!!" You scream loudly, scared that there may be something behind you and stand up to run, but Neymar's laughter stops you. You stare down at him as he keeps laughing and opens his arms, saying, "Babe, I'm sorry I had to get you back." You swiftly grab one of the couch cushions and start hitting him with it while you mock his voice and say, "Babe, I'm sorry." He laughs as he absorbs a few blows before quickly taking the pillow from you, tossing it to the ground, and gripping your waist, yanking you toward him. It becomes more difficult for you to maintain your pretended anger as he begins to kiss you all over your face while saying, "I'm sorry, mi amooooorrrrrrrrr (my love)” You grab his head and give him a kiss on the lips while grinning. After giving you a tender kiss, he says, "I love you very much." "I love you more handsome," you smile.

Neymar starts the movie over so you two can catch up on what was missed while you two re-cuddle. You two continued to enjoy each other's company as the evening went on and kept laughing when one of you felt scared. Nevertheless, the movie night was fantastic.

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