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The Loneliest | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Epilogue]

Summary: Your fiancé missing your birthday is the icing on the cake to a horrible couple of months. Now, you’re left to pick up your broken pieces, ending the chapter in your life that includes Kylian Mbappé.

Warnings: Complete angst all the way through, Kylian being a bad fiancé, fighting, breaking an engagement, lots of crying, cussing, this one’s kind of long so beware. Spoiler: no happy ending. Let me know if I missed anything. — English is not my first language —

Mornings used to be your favorite.

You’d wake up way too early to the sound of Kylian’s alarm for your liking, but it didn’t even matter. The hour or so you got to spend with your fiancé before he left were sacred, it was special. They were filled with easy conversation, tired hugs and sleepy kisses on the shoulder, the occasional quickie, or at least a cheeky squeeze of your ass. It felt like very moment spent together was precious. You felt loved by Kylian so much it made your stomach turn with butterflies just thinking about him.

Now, it felt like those domestic moments were a distant memory. Sure, all couples gradually get less and less lovey-dovey the longer they’re together, but the change was drastic. It was like you barley knew him anymore.

You’ve attempted to start conversations with Kylian about this. Multiple times, in fact. Immediately, he’d get defensive, ending in arguments that kept getting worse and worse. It’s difficult to have to tip toe around your feelings in order to avoid a fight. He stopped making you feel special.

This morning, you woke up knowing it will be a hard day; all alone in your shared king sized bed.

Today is your birthday, and you don’t think Kylian knows this. After many weeks of deep reflection and thought, you know that today might be the last day of your three and a half-year long relationship with Kylian Mbappé — a man who stole your heart and still has it. Once treasured, now barely beating. The diamond sitting on your left ring finger had started feeling like a foreign object, like something your body wanted to reject. It’s lost it’s comfort, now you seemed to lug around old memories you clung onto for dear life.

Kylian didn’t come home last night, though you saw on his private Snapchat story that he was safe, sound, and plastered out of his mind at some club with friends you didn’t even know. He couldn’t find it in him to text you back after 9 o’clock, when that morning he said he would be home no later than 8:30. He found a simple ‘going out, don’t wait up for me’ to be sufficient communication for the night.

You called Kylian, instead it went straight to voicemail. Your texts to him weren’t going through, either. He didn’t have training this morning because the coaches had a conference in London, so you knew he had to be home soon.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen for a bowl of bland cereal and coffee for one.

“Happy birthday to me.” You mumbled, looking down at your sad birthday breakfast. Compared to the last few years where Kylian prepared you a delicious meal, hired a chef, or took you out to the fanciest café in Paris — this meal actually made you lose your appetite.

Across town, Kylian was waking up with a pounding sensation in his head and no recollection of the night before.

“What happened last night?” Kylian grumbled as he woke up to the bright sunlight streaming in from the open shutters. His neck had a kink in it from passing out on his friend Paolo’s Airbnb couch in the early hours of the morning, his voice sounded like he’d swallowed gravel. “Fuck.” He covered his face from the blinding rays and felt around for his phone.

He hasn’t gotten drunk that heavily in so long, but when two of his old friends came to Paris for a few weeks, he couldn’t resist giving into their pleads when they’d asked him to tag along for a fun night on the town.

“Bro, you were so drunk last night.” He heard his other friend Bernardo chuckle, his voice almost gone as well from the festivities of the previous night. Kylian sat up, seeing both men looking half dead and clinging onto coffee mugs like a child would cling onto its mothers leg.

The guys chuckled in the kitchen. He smelled eggs cooking but they just made him nauseous. “What time is it? Where’s my phone?”

“Oh…” Paolo snickered and pointed at the bowl full of rice in the center of his kitchen island. “Yeah, man… I don’t know if the rice did much for it. It’s fucked.”

Kylian shot up toward his cell, not even remembering putting it in the rice last night. He carefully picked it up, the entire screen was shattered.

“Putain…” He attempted to hold down the power button just in case, glancing over to the microwave to see the time. 12:36pm. “Merde!”

He had an important meeting with his PR team about potential sponsorships for next years season at 2 o’clock, and if he showed up sweating whiskey with an obvious hangover, the brand reps might think twice before giving him any deals.

He bid his old friends goodbye but not before promising to go out again soon. A short taxi ride later, he was able to make it back home just a little after 1 o’clock.

Kylian bursts through the front door, booking it toward the shower in your ensuite bathroom, running right past you on the bed without a glance or even a hello.

You’d been trying to decide all day if you were pissed at him or just super sad, but seeing him ignore you that way made you realize that it didn’t matter. He stopped making you happy, making you both pissed and sad — a dangerous combination.

You get up and follow him in there as he hopped around trying to take his skinny jeans off.

“I’m gonna be late.” He panted, sliding inside the shower.

You assumed if he knew he would’ve said something… happy birthday… I love you… I’m sorry…

Curious and resentful, you stand close to the shower door so he could hear you. “Where are you going? I thought we…” You blink tears back, sighing and trying to get control of your wavering voice, “… I thought we could do something tonight.”

This wasn’t even the plan, but you were trying to find anyway for him to redeem himself.

“No, (Y/N). I can’t today, okay?” He snapped. “I’m in a rush. Can you please just pick out a nice outfit for me, quickly.”

You shake your head in disbelief, wiping a stray tear that rolled down your face, sniffling once. Kylian hears this and pokes his head out. “Hey,” his barely softer, “Look, sorry but I’m in a huge rush. It’s been a shit morning.”

“Me too.” You mumble, disappointment laced in your words but Kylian didn’t seem to catch onto it.

“Also, my phone shattered at some point last night, so can you call Thérèse and have her drop me off a new one at the training center?”

You huffed, getting control of your emotions that were simmering into anger. One more chance, you thought as you were about to walk out of the bathroom, you turn. “Do you want to do something when you get home? Maybe even just dinner here, a movie?”

“Maybe.” He said back, turning off the shower. All you could do is roll your eyes and bite your tongue. You were trying to give him every opportunity to come back from this.

You didn’t want to end it, but you promised yourself that if he fucks up today, that was it. You can’t keep hoping he’ll become the person he was before. He won’t listen when you talk anymore or even meet you in the middle. You have too much respect for yourself to settle for someone who can’t appreciate you.

You dry laughed. “Maybe.” You mocked, another angry tear rolling down your face, storming back into the bedroom and getting under the covers, arms crossed.

You wanted to sob, but choked it down when Kylian stormed out of the bathroom, wet and holding his towel up around his waist. “Why are you so moody?” He didn’t even look at you, just shook his head and threw his hand down, exasperated when he realized you weren’t putting an outfit together for him. “I just asked you to help me out.” He tusks. “Are you just going to lay around all day, then?”

You knew this tone. The one where something else was bothering him except he expressed it by nitpicking at anything in front of him. Being with him for so long, you knew how to gently pry out the real reason why he was snappy. Right now, there was no way were you even attempting to help him out in any way.

“Looks like it, huh?” You gritted through your teeth. You could practically feel the eye roll he gave you even though neither of you would look at each other.

He muttered something you couldn’t hear as he walked into the closet, hurriedly throwing on some outfit. “I didn’t feel like fighting today, (Y/N).” He growled and threw on a white hat. “Today has been miserable so far.”

“Miserable for you?” You gaped, face getting angrily red.

“Oh, don’t start.” He spat, grabbing his keys and walking out of the room.

You jumped up and stomped out of the room behind him, seeing him almost at the bottom of the stairs. “Kylian.”

He groaned, continuing to run down the steps. “I don’t have time for a fucking fight right now!”

“Kylian!” You yelled from the railing just as he grabbed the door handle. With an exasperated turn around, he locked eyes with your teary ones. “When you get home… we need to talk.” You didn’t try and hide your sadness this time, knowing how the talk was going to end. The sentence squeaked out, like your forced it.

He paused, taking his hand off the door handle. “Fine.” He said this differently upon seeing your broken demeanor, shuffling in place. Kylian checked his watch, looking back up at you. You stared back, watching him hesitantly leave your shared home.

Kylian knew he’d been fucking up with you lately. Coming home late, forgetting to call or text back, paying less and less attention to you as the season progressed. He knew he was getting too comfortable and at some point stopped putting in any effort. The worst was that he’d been taking his frustrations out on you, shutting you out. He watched as you tried to smile through his snarky and quick comments, feeling bad immediately but he just didn’t know how to deal with that kind of guilty emotion.

Your engagement has been a long one. Nine months in and you guys hadn’t even set a date yet. Time kept slipping through the glass, he wondered when the last time you’d even brought up the wedding was — wondering when the last time he even thought about it directly after.

The whole way to work he watched out the window, lost in thought about how he needs to be better. So much so that his driver had to tell him that they’d arrived. He was actually early. With a big fake smile on his face, he did his best to set it all aside, turning on work-mode.

Meanwhile, you had a really nice cry. The kind where you just let it all out because you knew no one was around to hear or pity you. Once you pulled yourself together, you gathered your suitcases from the attic.

It was obvious you couldn’t take everything that was yours. You’d bought so many things for this place, for your shared home… so you focused on the things you were for sure taking with you. All your clothes, makeup, sentimental items, and the fruit bowl you found in a market in Spain were secured inside your bags. You stopped and cried so many times… over a pair of shoes that he bought for you or a picture that brought back sweet memories… all these momentos felt wasted.

Yesterday, you were certain that he would remember what today was. So certain that you convinced yourself you didn’t need to get a hotel. You wished you did, because doing it today felt so final, so depressing. And, upon looking at your empty side of the closet, vanity, side table, bathroom shelf… you had to pull yourself together and be strong. Remind yourself why you’ve resorted to this.

Back at the training grounds, Kylian snapped his last photo-op with the CEO of some athletic wear company, absolutely drained from having to pretend for hours. He had sent his assistant off for a new phone when he saw her, knowing you didn’t text her about him needing one.

He trudged over to Hakimi now that all of that was over, sitting down with a long huff, placing his head in his hands. He hadn’t talked to him all day, being occupied with offers and whatnot.

“Man, I’ve been texting you all day.” He patted his back once, turning to face him.

Kylian looked up at his friend, shaking his head. “It broke last night. Thérèse is out getting me a new one now.”

Hakimi sensed there was something bothering Kylian, but knew not to approach him too strongly. He nodded at his answer. “So, uh… I bet (Y/N)’s pissed, right?”

Kylian blew a raspberry. “Oh, yeah… so pissed…” He nodded with the most exhausted look on his face. “Wait, how’d you know that?”

“Well, I mean, Hiba would be pissed too.” Kylian raised an eyebrow, still confused on how he knew about your fight. “You know, if I had to work on her birthday like this.” He laughed at the thought. “I’d have a lot of groveling to do. Or, did you guys plan something on a different day?”

Kylian gazed up at Hakimi, eyes widening with the vague memory of todays date. “Wait.” He gulped, hands hovering over his head. “Is today the…” he flipped the calendar in his mind, praying that Achraf was mistaken about that. “Ah… merde! Putain! Shit!” Kylian smacked the table and bounced up out of the chair, heart beating a million miles a minute.

Hakimi stood too, watching Kylian pace with his hands cradling his head. “No… Kylian, you didn’t…”

He nods, panic settling in hardcore. “I yelled at her today. I asked her why she was being moody. I didn’t come home last night— ah baise moi, mec. je suis un putain d'idiot!” He cursed himself. Ah fuck me, man. I’m a goddamn idiot!

Thérèse speed walked over to the man in crisis, holding a brand new phone. “All your data’s transferred and everything!” She cheered. Kylian probably didn’t even thank her, going directly to his messages with you to text you that he’s so sorry and coming home right now. When he clicked on your icon, he saw all of the messages you sent him last night

You: Ky will u please come home — 9:25 pm

You: I know ur friends are in town and all but I seriously need u with me tonight — 10:48 pm

You: hello?? — 11:51 pm

You: are u okay? Do u need a ride? — 1:35 am

You: I’m getting worried. please just reply. I need to know ur okay Kylian — 1:40 am

You: nice Snapchat story. Good to know ur fucking fine. — 2:46 am

He ran a hand over his face, beginning to sweat with guilt. His eyes lowered on the screen, the small grey message by the keyboard truly making his stomach knot up even more.

(Y/N) stopped sharing their location with you.

His heart fell in his chest, churning… he felt like he was going to puke. Suddenly all of the conversations you tried to start with him about his behavior over the last six months came flooding back. The same conversations he moaned and groaned though, always deflecting until it turned into a fight. God, how badly he had been treating you… like you were a menace in his life — when really, without you, he wouldn’t be able to go on the same.

He began trying to call you and gathered his things, but his calls simply rang until it went to voicemail. “I-I have to go.” He stammered, almost tripping over his feet. Hakimi watched, shocked at the state of his best friend, knowing how he could get sometimes.

Kylian jumped in the town car as fast as his world-renowned legs could get him there, giving the driver instructions to get him home, and quick. The whole way he cussed at slow drivers, construction workers, red lights. He checked his new phone for the time; 10:37 pm and still fifteen minutes away from home.

God, please let her still be home.

He won’t know what to do with himself if you just left.

‘We need to talk’ rung over and over again in his head like a jinx. The way your voice cracked, the tears he saw you hold back. She’s so strong, he thought.

I raised my voice at her. I forgot her birthday and then treated her like she was the problem.

He pinched his leg to distract himself from crying. He has to be level headed, calm, logical, loving, and very apologetic— everything he hasn’t been for the last months. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, but can’t imagine what his life, his future will look like if he lets you slip through his fingers.

No girl has ever made him feel like this. Everything he looked for in a woman you embodied tenfold and he fucked it up. He has to fix this.

Kylian didn’t even let the car come to a full stop when he arrived, tripping over his own feet, realizing he left his coat in the back seat but really not caring at all. He just has to know you’re there. He looked toward the driveway, seeing your car still parked in its usual spot.

Thank the lord.

Fumbling with the keys, his shaking hands clicked the door open, seeing only the living room lamp on.

“Bébé?” He called. He saw your figure looking at him from the couch. “Oh, (Y/N)…” he breathed, walking over to get closer. You stoop up, meeting him halfway. “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He heaved, breathless from his pounding heart.

The dull yellow light illuminating the side of your face showed him how puffy and red your eyes were, how downturned your usual smile was. He saw what he’d done to you, all the months you’ve had to walk on eggshells, the conversations that he’s turned on you, how he forgot your special day.

You still didnt say anything, keeping your arms crossed, looking him in the eye — the while begging yourself internally not to cave. His sweet eyes knew how to reel you in. You weren’t going to cave. You couldn’t.

“I forgot your birthday…” He whispered sadly, guilt drenched his tone, sending a cold depressing shiver down your spine.

Your eyes brimmed with tears again, but you bit your cheek and shook them away, having to be strong for yourself. “So, you finally remembered.” You sniffled.

“I’m so sorry, bèbè. Time just…” he stopped himself from making anymore excuses, “I’m just a fucking idiot. And I’m going to make it up to you. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” He stammered, voice shaking from nerves.

“But, it’s not just about the birthday, Kylian. It’s been… it’s..–”

“–I know, bébé. I’ve been horrible to you. Truly horrible. You never deserved any of that.” He cautiously lifted his hand to yours, grabbing your fingers. All the words he was going to say suddenly didn’t feel good enough. No I’m sorry is going to feel sufficient.

You looked at your tangled hands, he played with your fingers anxiously, trying to catch your gaze, but it now stayed glued to the floor.

You took a deep breath and looked up at him with teary eyes — that of a wounded puppy. It broke him. “We need to talk.” Your words were laced in false strength, false confidence.

You didn’t know what the hell you were going to do once you leave him. Flying blind isn’t something you did very often, but you knew it’s what had to be done.

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly, trying to guide your hand toward the couch to sit. “Let’s talk. We can talk this all out, right?”

His hopeful tone made your heart break even more. The guiltiness that radiated off of him made it harder to do what you had to… his face fell when you let your hand slip back into your folded arms, turning away from him, sniffling.

“Kylian, I can’t… I can’t sit down with you and hold your hand and let you apologize to me. It’s not how this is gonna go.” Wiping your cheeks roughly, you turned to see his dropped face. “This talk… it’s going to be really hard. For both of us.”

He approached you, putting his hands on your forearms. “You’re scaring me, bèbè.”

Your lip quivered, not knowing how to tell him. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Kylian. I love you.”

“I love you too. I love you so much, (Y/N). I know we can work through this. I know it.” He pleaded, moving his face around to try and get you to look at him.

“No, Kylian. I love you, but…” You finally looked up, noticing he’d started crying as well. Ouch. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting. Sure, he was scared and sorry about what he did but the possibility of breaking up seemed impossible. Not like he was immune to repercussions, but you two just made sense. He loves you impossibly too much, but he’s forgotten to show you.

Kylian stood in shock, he felt his heartbeat in his teeth, his throat dry. “Don’t say that.” He whimpered. “Please, don’t say that.”

His hands traveled up to hold your face and he bent down to your level, needing you to look at him, to see how regretful he was, how much harder he will work at this. He touched his forehead to yours, wrestling with the temptation of falling down from anguish.

You shook your head between his palms, letting the tears fall freely, a small sob escaping. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs, attempting to hold you closer, squeaking out the smallest words; “Bèbè.” “No, no.” “Please.” “I’m so sorry.”

You grabbed his wrists, using all your strength to pull them from your face. Immediately, you turned around and grabbed a duffel bag he hadn’t noticed was sitting on the armchair. Your feet took you toward the exit.

“No.” His voice broken, his own face scrunched up and soaked with tears. “No, where are you going?”

It took everything in you not to comfort him, run into his arms, tell him it will be okay.

You pushed your instincts down and turning and shrugged instead, now feet away from the man you love, closing in on the front door. “I’m…” You felt a choking sob threatening to spill out of your mouth and had to look away, silently crying out with your hand covering you mouth. With a deep breath, you continued. “I’m leaving.”

“Well, when will you be back?” In just a few strides, he was back in front of you. He couldn’t help but hold your face again, wiping more tears with a gentle but pleading touch.

You gripped his wrists again, only this time, you weren’t strong enough to pull them away, instead feeling his warm skin one more time.

With a small shake of the head, you responded. “I’m not coming back, Kylian.”

“But… but this is your home. It’s our home.”

“I’m sorry, Kylian.” You finally ripped his hands from your face once more and adjusted the heavy strap on your shoulder. Turning around, your feet drag you to the front door. You reach into your back pocket and take out the house key that’s not longer attatched to your usual tassel keychain and set it down on the table.

He stood there and watched, now feeling helpless in this heart wrenching situation. It doesn’t seem like this is real, he has to be having a nightmare, just watching you leave his life and there’s nothing he can do about it — but it doesn’t stop him from trying, begging. “Amour, no. I can fix this, please just give me a chance to make this right.” He was desperate, once again approaching you.

Kylian sniffled, watching your every reaction, hoping for a glint of anything that would allow him to make it up to you. You looked down at your hands, then your left ring finger… everything in your body was holding you back from taking it off, but you mustered up every ounce of self control.

Kylian looked away as you slid the engagement ring off, hearing the light clink of it being set next to the keys. With his hands at his sides, back slouching, he looked back at your face, nodding in defeat.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated in a squeaky whisper.

“Me too.” He nods, looking down at your empty hand. He couldn’t but reach out, trapping your fingers delicately with his fingers, stepping closer.

His arm snakes around your waist, holding you, shaking with his suppressed cries. You allowed yourself to hug him back, to close the chapter, to feel his warm embrace again before you never would again.

The hug lasted for a while, swaying back and forth and crying into each others shoulders. He smelled like he always did, and you noted how hard it would be if you came across his familiar scent again. He also was getting high on your fumes, indulging in the coconut scented shampoo he had become addicted to. The touch of your hands clasping at his back made him cry harder, squeezing you tighter and lovingly.

You pulled back once your cries calmed, sniffling. He stayed close, lifting his eyes to look into yours. Before he knew how to stop himself, he closed in the space, landing his salty lips on yours, closing his eyes. You kissed him back, hating how much you’d miss him. The way his fingers dug into your hips made you lightheaded.

It’s too hard to stop, but you had to. Pulling away, you turned around quickly and left, sobbing all the way to your packed up car.

Kylian was glued in place. His heart had been put through a blender, his head throbbed, his chest was cold without you with him. He saw the flash of your headlights backing out and leaving the property reflect inside the dark and empty home.

He’s miserable, hollow. He’s angry at himself, maybe at you, even if he knows this was his own doing… the whirling in his brain wasn’t anywhere near as loud as the silence after you left — a deafening silence that followed him up to us bedroom, one he now only shared with his thoughts.

It killed him when he saw there was no longer a charger plugged next to your side of the bed, that your slippers were gone from their usual spot by the corner. None of your favorite books were displayed on the shelves, your skincare products left just a ring of residue on the sink. Stepping into the closet, he noticed it still smelled like you, but everything was gone. Everything but the shirts of his that you had stolen through the years, now neatly folded on top of one of his dressers. He wished you had taken them to remember him. He wished he could turn back time and do everything right.

Above all the sadness and the gaping hole is his heart was determination. He fucked up but he wasn’t about to do it again. You would not be the one that got away. It may be the last thing he ever does, but he’ll make it all up to you. He was prepared to go to the furthest lengths to hold you again. But, for now, he needed to wallow in self pity, feel everything that he needs to feel.

Not even on the chilliest Parisian night had his bed felt as cold as it did that day.

A/N: Okay I feel like I kinda dragged that out but angst! I’m contemplating a part 2 but I also kinda like leaving it at this… would y’all want another part? Also, the title is inspired by the song The Loneliest by Måneskin, listen to it after reading. Their new album is so fucking amazing. — Requests for Kylian Mbappé are open! —

[hamiltonaf]

Daddy Duties | Neymar Jr.

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

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: None

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[holygrailimagines]

Friends with Benefits

Summary: Neymar and reader are friends with benefits, SMUT!

It started a few months ago. You and Neymar, along with some mutual friends, decided to throw an absolute rager. The house was huge, the music was blaring, and the lights were flashing. You had worn a tight baby blue dress that hugged your body perfectly. After many drinks, you had loosened up and found yourself dancing intimately with Neymar. The two of you had been friends for a while and you would be lying if you said you’ve never grinded up on him at a club, but something was different about this time. You could practically feel the sexual tension between the two of you. The way his large hands rested firmly on your hips and the soft breaths he breathed into your neck made you weak. Even after stepping off the dance floor, the tension grew. Neymar’s eyes scanned your body seductively and he held you close to his chest, whispering that the two of you should head upstairs. And you did. 

You can still remember that night, clear as day. The way you giggled as he slipped off your dress, him instantly kissing the soft skin revealed. How you clumsily undid his belt, him staring down at you with lustful eyes. You could still feel the soft covers as your bare chest was pinned down on the bed, your fists clenching the sheets. The way Neymar tightly held your arms behind your back, drilling you into the bed. You remembered the harsh slaps he gave your ass as he grunted, speeding up to reach his end. You remember hearing him moan as his warm cum splattered on your back, whimpers escaping your mouth. When you awoke the next morning and turned to see Neymar’s exposed body next to you, you nearly screamed. You knew what had happened, but you didn’t know how this would affect your friendship with him. You stealthily crept out of bed and reached for the discarded baby blue dress on the floor when his voice practically made you jump out of your skin. 

“Onde vais?” (Where are you going?) He asks tiredly, his voice hoarse from the night before. You frantically covered yourself with the dress. 

“I’m so sorry,” You blurted out, quickly turning to see his face. He furrowed his eyebrows, asking you what the hell you were talking about. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship like this. This should have never happened.” You explained, the last part being a complete lie. If you could, you would absolutely relive last night’s events. He shook his head no, taking you by surprise. 

“(Y/N), I still care and love you as a friend. You didn’t ruin anything.” He says, quickly sitting up. He pats the bed, “come here,” and you maneuver yourself carefully to make sure the dress covers your intimate parts. He chuckles at this. 

“Meu anjo, you’re acting like I haven’t seen you naked.” He jokes and you can’t help but let out a small laugh. 

Since then, you both had a mutual agreement that sex was a part of your friendship. It was weird, sure, but it was also exciting. You didn’t even have to say anything to each other, and you knew when and where to do it. One time, you were visiting him at football practice when he suddenly gave you that telltale smirk and you knew immediately to retreat to the locker rooms. There, he had your back pressed against the cold lockers. You held onto his broad shoulders; your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock grazed the sweet spot inside of you with each thrust. You had to bite your lip, drawing blood, to ensure a peep didn’t leave your mouth. He stared down at where your tight cunt welcomed his thick cock, your tits bouncing as he rutted himself inside you. It was a quick but rough session. 

Another time, he had invited you and a couple of friends for dinner. This one took you by surprise because it was in the middle of dinner. Under the table, his hand was placed on your thigh, and he slowly trailed it up, getting dangerously close to your aching pussy. That night was spent in his bedroom, your arms pressed down on his chest as you rode his huge cock. His hands gripped your thighs, delivering an occasional slap to your ass. You arched your back, grinding on his dick and using all your power to bring yourself up and slam back down on him. After some time, he would help you, thrusting his hips up into you. You reached down with one hand, rubbing your bundle of nerves as you came undone. You shivered, collapsing onto his chest as your juices covered his cock. You weren’t really sure how long this whole thing would last, but you were sure that you didn’t want it to end.

[graveyardvalentinee]

hii can you do where reader comes back home crying because of people at work making fun of her and saying bad stuff about her relationship with ney

of course lovely :)) thank you so much for your request !! I’m not sure if by “people at work” you meant her co-workers or customers but I just made it where the customers were being rude.

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consequences / neymar jr

pairing : neymar x reader

When I said yes to Neymar after he asked me be his girlfriend , I didn’t realize all the criticism it would come with.

We met at my job - a jewelry store. He had went in looking to buy a birthday gift for his mom , I just happened to be the only available employee.

I didn’t know who he was at first , until after he had asked for my number and left. My co-worker basically screamed once I told her and she revealed to me who he was.

And after that everything was history between us. He was the best boyfriend I could ever ask for , the best partner I could ever have.

He had his own way of loving , and it’s one of the main things that made fall for him so quickly.

He’s easily a charmer.

On our first couple of dates he would always surprise me with small gestures - flowers , books that I had mentioned I wanted, small jewelry pieces , and much more.

I would always protest and insist how he didn’t have to buy me any of that stuff - that those weren’t the reasons why I accepted to going out with him but he would always brush me off , saying how he wanted to give me all these things.

He showers me with compliments any chance he gets , making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

I also deeply enjoy his touchy side. Kisses everywhere - no matter where we are or what we’re doing. His hands somewhere on me at all times when we were together. He claims he can’t sleep properly through the night if I’m not there next to him - or wrapped in his arms.

But all that aside - he’s very attentive to me and my feelings.

He always makes my feelings valid , he always insists on talking everything out with me. I don’t think there was ever a time where he’s been unthoughtful towards me.

I was iffy at first - to open up to him about everything but he made me feel so welcome in his embrace , and I easily was able to tell him anything that would be wrong with me.

But today - that all changed. I had never dealt with hatred towards me like this before.

When me and Ney started our relationship I made it clear to him I still wanted to have a normal life - I didn’t want him to expose me to the media.

Sure he would post pictures of us , but none ever showing my face.

We thought we were safe up until 2 weeks ago when the paparazzi took a clear picture of me and ney outside his house.

I tried covering my face once I noticed the paparazzi but it was too late.

The media soon found out who I was through Neymars following - I made the stupid decision of not making my account private.

My co-worker had tagged me in a photo of a work party we had - also tagging the location. I’m guessing that’s how Ney’s die hard fans found my job.

Every day since then it was a lot more busy , people specifically requesting me to take their orders.

When the pictures got out to the public , Ney insisted I quit my job and just let him work for the both us - something he’s been trying to make me do for moths.

But me being me - I told him nothing about his fans going to my job and acted as if the paparazzi spotting us changed nothing in my life.

I now realize that was a stupid mistake.

Earlier today I was helping two girls who had walked in and came straight to me for assistance. One blonde and another brunette , both seeming to be around 16 or 17.

It was all going swell until the questions started.

“So Y/N - how did you manage to snatch Neymar all for yourself ?” The brunette asks.

“I don’t discuss my personal life with customers.” I tried to remain as calm as possible , giving them a small fake smile. This was the first time anyone had actually mentioned our relationship to me.

The brunette looks at her friend , turns back to me and laughs.

“No seriously - are you like a you know service girl of some sorts ?” The blonde asks me now, whispering the last part.

Is this what people think of me?

“Excuse me? I am not!” I fight back , trying to hold back any tears. I have no idea what to do or say.

“Come on , Neymar couldn’t have seriously chosen you for no reason - I mean just look at you. You don’t have much to offer.” The blonde continues , her eyes raking down my figure , gaze filled with disgust.

I shamefully look down. My hands start to shake and no words come out of my mouth.

The girls start to snicker to each other. I can’t make out all the words that their saying because of their low tone but I do hear the words -

“If I knew Neymar went for the first hooker he saw on the street I’d been on that street months ago.”

“Security ! Please escort there two girls out.” I finally get the courage to speak.

“What ? We haven’t done anything! We’re simply shopping for a pair of earrings.” The blonde says , putting on a fake voice.

I look up at our security - Marcus , me and him get along very well and he’s been very aware of all the fans coming in and out of the store.

I mouth a “please” to him , just wanting these girls gone as soon as possible.

“Ladies please do not make me drag you out of the store. The exit is that way.” Marcus firmly says.

The two girls look at me and roll their eyes before walking out of the store.

I grab all of my stuff from the back room and clock out , not caring to warn anyone about me leaving.

I get into my car and rush home. As soon as I step into the house I burst into tears , letting myself fall on the floor.

When I left the store I didn’t even check the time - 5 pm.

The exact time Neymar gets home from practice.

My mind was so fogged with everything that had just occurred I didn’t even have time to notice Neymar on the couch.

His eyes look up and meet mine. He rushes up off the couch and comes to my side.

“Amor what’s wrong ? Por que minha linda garota está chorando?” He softly says holding me in his arms. [why is my pretty girl crying ?]

I’m so dumb. I should have went to my friends house or something instead of coming here. The last thing I wanted was to tell Neymar about the humiliating things they told me at work.

I bring my hands up to my face and wipe my tears off , trying to get out of his tight grasp.

“It’s nothing Ney , I’m fine.”

“Y/N everything is obviously not fine. I’m not letting you go until you tell me what is wrong.”

“I’m serious querido , everything is fine.” I try to get the words out and put a smile on my face but my tears betray me.

My thoughts going back to what those girls said of me , making me cry ever harder.

“Look at me” he whispers.

I look up into his eyes , my vision blurry with tears.

“Take your time amor. I’ll wait here for you to tell me what is wrong , you know I am always here for you. What ever it is you are going thru I won’t leave your side.”

He won’t budge , and it’s no use to keep it in , im sure those girls will upload the conversation we had to the media and Ney will find out one way or another.

“These - these -” I try to get out but more tears end up falling.

“Breathe amor breathe , I’m here for you , I’m right here.” He whispers , kissing my temple.

I take in a deep breath and finally calm myself. Ready to tell Neymar everything that had been happening.

“Ever since the pictures got leaked there’s been more and more customers coming into the store , specifically requesting me to take their orders - I’m sure you can figure out why. Everything was fine tho , no one asked any questions just eyed me a lot and looked very excited to be assisted by me. Until today - these two girls came in and told me the most horrible things.”

I can tell he’s bothered by me not telling him about the customers coming in but I continue before he has a chance to scold me about that.

“They asked me -”

“God. They asked me if I was your whore. They said I had to be a worker in that department of some sort because there’s no way you’d choose me out of thousands of girls.”

“Y/N -”

“Before you get mad at me for not telling you about all the people coming into my job , I’m sorry I really am - I should have spoked up earlier. I now see you are right about the whole quitting my job thing.”

“Meu amor I could never be mad at you , specially over something like that.” He begins

“What those girls said is no where near true and we both know it. You know why I chose you-”

“Do I really know why tho? Why did you chose me Neymar? You could have any woman you want.” I interrupt , a wave of insecurity going over me.

He drops his arms from around me and helps me to stand up , walking me over to the couch. He sits down and grabs my arms causing me to straddle his lap ,bringing one of his hands up to the side of my neck and letting the other rest on the outside of my thigh. Reaching up he gives my forehead , cheeks , and lips a small kiss before speaking -

“I chose you because when I walked into that jewelry store my eyes went straight to you. I could not take my mind off of you for the next week after that. I had to make you mines. I found any stupid excuse to go back there and just speak to you.”

“You have changed my life im so many unexplainable ways Y/N. There’s no other woman that I could ever dream of when I have you right here - all for me. You are the light of my life. I love and adore every single thing about you , you have bewitched me mind and soul.”

“I like to believe you were made just for me because there is no other woman on this earth that can make me go crazy like you. I will continue to show you-”

He leans forward laying gentle kisses on my neck.

“Every single day-”

His hand on my thigh starts slowly finding its way to my clothed center.

All my thoughts from what those girls told me earlier completely vanished , my focus now being on Neymar’s words and his hands making every inch of my body hot with desire.

I can tell he’s doing this to take my mind off things and it’s definitely working.

“That you are -”

I can feel his hard on under me so I decide to move forward - just a bit to tease him.

“The most utterly breathtaking-”

His hand at my neck now making its way to my behind , giving it a tight squeeze , causing me to roll my hips forward onto him again.

“And perfect woman for me.”

His face comes up from my neck before he smashes his lips on mine , i kiss him back immediately with everything in me.

I pull away to look him in the eyes and wrap my hands around his neck.

“I’m tired of us hiding linda. Eu te amo , e você merece ser mostrada como a beleza que você é.” [I love you and you deserve to be shown of like the beauty you are]

“Eu te amo mais.” I say back pecking his lips.

“And okay amor you win. But I’m really going to miss our privacy time together.” I add.

His hand leaves my center and comes up to my behind , giving me a squeeze before picking me up , causing me to squeal.

“We can have privacy time all the time princesa, just give me a heads up , the answer is always yes.” He says smirking before carrying me up the stairs while ripping off all my clothes.

“You’re crazy Ney.”

“Only for you meu amor.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n : okay first off - i had to use the pride and prejudice quote i just had to. i know it’s definitely not something ney would say but this is all fiction so let’s imagine like he would lolll.

also i feel like i drag out these imagines a little too long or i go a lot into detail , that’s how i like my writing but if you guys do feel like their a bit long please let me know and ill make them short or if you guys enjoy them this length or even want them longer please let me know.

finally thank you again for who ever sent in this request i really appreciate you taking interest in my writing and thank you guys so much for 100 followers ♡

[sorceresski]

The Babysitter | Neymar Jr

Inspired by another fic I read by @

This gif is so hot…😵‍💫

Reblogs help push my fics out, thank you!☺️

“Do you want this?”

Pairing: Neymar x young!fem reader (reader in their early to mid 20s)

Summary: Weeks of teasing between Neymar and Davi’s babysitter reach a crescendo as Neymar comes home tipsy after a loss seeking comfort and an outlet.

Tags: sexual contact, teasing, babysitter reader, oral! fem receiving, age gap, there will be sexual intercourse, slow burn, a long read I guess

Minors dni

You expected him to walk in any moment now, already anticipating his sour mood which you had come to observe first hand over the past few weeks working as his babysitter. You had watched PSG’s match curled up with Davi in front of the tv in Neymar’s Parisienne penthouse and calling the team’s performance underwhelming would be an understatement. The match ended 2 nil against psg and Neymar had been given a red and sent off the field.

That was 2 hours ago anyway. Now, Davi had dosed off on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder. You began to plan your course of action for when Neymar returned, wanting to keep as much distance between you and him as much as possible.

These days you didn’t trust yourself around him. Neymar was an attractive man and if you didn’t know better you would say he was flirting with you. It began a week after you started babysitting Davi. You were sitting on the floor of Davi’s room, watching him “paint". The top you wore wasn’t particularly revealing but as you hunched over the low table, the girls were very visible(you didn’t know this at the time). You didn’t notice Neymar at the door till Davi looked up and shouted

“Daddy!" Abandoning his paint brushes.

You looked up in surprise, just in time to catch his eyes leave your chest as he looked at Davi. You decided not to dwell on how long he had been standing there watching you two. But in the weeks that followed, you began to feel his gaze as you walked past, stolen glances, “accidentally” walking in on him in a towel fresh after a shower and winks when he said goodbye to you and Davi.

You realised your mind had wandered when you heard shuffling outside the door. It was a few minutes to 12am when Neymar walked in, eyes slightly glazed over, tossing his duffle to the side. The apartment was dimly lit so you couldn’t read his expression as he stopped in his tracks after noticing you on the couch.

"Welcome!” You said, standing up hurriedly. He blinked at you, swaying slightly. He was tipsy. “I’ll take him in," you gestured to Davi. You heaved the boy up and made a beeline to his bedroom, not waiting for a response from Neymar.

You took your time tucking him in and when you came back, Neymar was by the kitchen sink gulping down a glass of water, his jacket tossed on the couch.

“I didn’t expect to meet you here." His gaze was piercing. "You should’ve gone, I’ll pay you for the extra time"

You looked everywhere but at him.

“It’s fine. I stayed because Davi wanted to stay up to watch the match, so he slept later than usual. I’ll just grab my things and go.”

Neymar nodded, turning to head for his room.

"Let me know when you’re about to leave.”

Five minutes later, you were stood outside his bedroom, with your purse and jacket hanging on your arm. You took a shaky breath and knocked.

“Come in”

The room was dark illuminated only by the city lights flooding in though the big windows facing the street. You froze at the entrance when you saw him. He was in front of a full length mirror in sweatpants, a very defined V disappearing below the band.

“Close the door,” he spoke, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You gulped and stepped in, wondering why you were suddenly so obedient.

He stalked towards you. You didn’t know you had unconsciously stepped back until you felt the door knob dig into your back. You felt the heat radiating off him as he came impossibly close. Neymar touched your chin, dragging your eyes from your feet to his. Your breath hitched in your throat.

He leaned in and slumped on your shoulder with a sigh, wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you even closer. As if programmed, you dropped your purse and jacket and wrapped your hands around his shoulders breathing in his scent.

In the mirror behind him, you saw how defeated he looked and you instantly knew he needed comforting. You caressed his back, not sure what was expected of you.

Luckily, he pulled away but before you could recover, he crashed his lips into yours. You closed your eyes, kissing him back, your mind already racing. Neymar jr was kissing you or was it the other way around. Eventually, he pulled back, you both needed to breath.

This time, you looked into his lust filled eyes unabashed. You reached up pulling him down to your level and kissed him. Slow, deliberate but desperate. His hands fell below you waist, groping your ass through your pants, you felt wetness pool at your core. You bit his lip and he groaned into your mouth picking you up. Your legs latched to him as he walked to the bed, beginning to leave sloppy kisses against your neck.

Neymar gently placed you on the bed, positioned himself between your legs and tugged on your shirt. You rested on your elbows, giving him room to lift the shirt off you. He kissed his way from your mouth down to your chest, stopping just above your lacy bra.

He looked up at you, brows furrowed. "Do you want this?” You nodded desperately, not finding your voice in that moment. That was all he needed. Moments later, your bra was off, tossed somewhere as he sucked on your breasts, giving each nipple equal attention. You moaned, fingers caressing his head and back.

He tugged off your trousers and you watched as he stood to remove his, his bulge very visible through his briefs. You bit your lip as you watched him crawl up to you, a sly smile on his face. Neymar kissed you and ground his hips against yours, the only obstruction being both your undergarments.

His hands explored, as if trying to commit your body to memory.

“I’ve wanted this since the first day I saw you,” he said.

He loved how you responded when he sucked on that spot on your neck which didn’t take him long to find. Neymar kissed his way down to your core and you trembled in anticipation as he slowly pulled your panties down your thighs. Neymar kissed your inner thigh, his beard tickling you.

You sucked your breath in anticipation as you watched him finally dip where you wanted him desperately. You moaned as he ran his tongue along your slit, hands automatically reaching down to grab his head.

“You’re so wet," he rasped against your thigh. He flicked his tongue on your bud and you gasped, grabbing the sheets. He continued his ministrations, loving your moans, glancing up occasionally to see the effect he had on you. You thrashed in his sheets as he introduced a finger, then another into you.

“Oh fuck, daddy,” you cursed beginning to feel that familiar tingling in your stomach, he knew you were close. You came with a loud moan, grinding against his face, chest heaving.

“Daddy?” He asked, teasing you as he came back up with a satisfied smile on his face. You smiled back as he kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips.

He had taken off his briefs somehow and began to line himself at your entrance. You looked down and gasped at his size, just as he began to push into you.

Neymar groaned as he bottomed out in one thrust. “You’re so tight,” he breathed against your neck giving you time to adjust before he began thrust into you. The pain you felt quickly gave way to pleasure, raising your hips to meet his thrusts. He took one nipple in his mouth, his hands giving attention to the other breast and alternating between the two.

He placed your legs on his shoulders, the new angle giving him access to that spot deep within you. You moaned and scratched at his back, the beginnings of another climax creeping on you. He quickened his movements when he felt you begin to clench around him, your moans driving him crazy. His thrusts became irregular and strained as he chased his pleasure and yours.

You came all over him with a deep moan, rising to wrap your arms around his neck. He pushed into you a few times before pulling out, his seed splashing on your belly as he came with a groan.

“Fuck,” he said as he kissed you again. Neymar rose to go to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel which he used to wipe you down. He laid beside you and pulled you closer. You rested your head on his damp chest, and sighed deeply feeling sated.

You had just fucked your boss, you thought for a brief moment as his hands rubbing your back lulled you to sleep.

A/n: this is my first fic on here, my first time writing again after about 4 years. And it’s my first time writing smut😵‍💫 Please be nice lol.

[thatsdemko]

five minutes - Neymar jr.

masterlist

requested: n

pairing: Neymar jr x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors

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

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait.”

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Wedding night

Player: Neymar jr

TW: Fluff, wedding scene

Authors note: This is my first Neymar jr imagine! Please leave feedback, I greatly appreciate it.

You thought love was about red roses and expensive dinners. Truth is, love is giving half of your food even when they say they weren't hungry. Love is waking up at 4am to their snores and refraining from shoving them off the bed. It's talking in accents just to make the laugh and trying to embarrass one another in public. It's going on adventures and making fun of each other. It's stupid fights and memorable makeups. Love isn't pretty and romantic. Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.

You stood on the balcony of your honeymoon, sweet. The floods of guests stood singing and beaming in the court yard. It was your big day, and it wasn't just a day that you were excited for. It was the rest of your life. Your hands held the metal running across the Juliet balcony. The sun was dancing of the ring in which held the most important thing to you, your love. You inhaled, feeling the most clear breath you had gained all day. It was now stress free. You felt your husbands hands wrap around your small frame. His hands sat on the bodes of your white gown, and his head was resting on your shoulder as he inhaled your comforting scent.

"You look gorgeous bebê" He said in his soft angelic accent. You leaned into his embrace as your eyes watched your family and friends dance and sing as if it was their last day. Your hands fell on top of his as the cold feeling of his new ring laid rest on your palm.

"I think I can say the same to you," you softly said with a smirk as you turned around in his embrace. Your eyes looked up through your lashes as his signature smirk fell so deeper into your vision. You were addicted to him.

"I'm glad where on the same page," He said in a smile as his lips fell lightly onto yours. You let out a giggle at his obvious jokes. His hands were taking up the majority of your back. Neymar had never had a clear obsession with wedding dresses, but in this moment, he was the one most addicted. He could have kept you in this pure look for the rest of your lives.

"Where always on the same page," you remark with a laugh as your hands hold him from behind your back and slowly unwrapped them from your body. His eyes were piercing into you. It was as if he was telling a million stories just by looking at you. "Come on, we have guests," you added, stringing the s on your last word as you wondered past him with a swing of your hips. He quickly ran his body to you as he quickly wondered to your moving back and hunched over to grab your hand. His eyes were resting on the curves in your body. If it was up to him, he would have you in this suite all day. You wouldn't have complained he was sculpted from god in his perfectly fitted suit and his delicately styled hair.

"Do you know what I think we should do for a joint wedding present?" He casually asked as you shut the door and walked hand in hand down the grand hallway. His hand was modelled into yours.

"What?" You asked with a smile as you looked up at his working face. He looked down at you with a smirk and nothing but a giddy laugh.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first Neymar Jr. imagine, so I really hope you enjoy it. 😉 I would greatly appreciate feedback and requests ❤️ Thank you all so much for the support 💌

"I think Davi needs a brother or sister," He explained with a teethy grin. You simply shuck your head with a smile as you tugged him quicker down the hall. Maybe he was right? After all, it was your wedding night.

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disclaimer: not proofread

warnings: swear words, both neymar and the reader are bitches in this...

wc: 4.2k (including lyrics)

pairing: neymar jr x model!reader 

bold italic = lyrics

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You got blood on your hands 

How you do plead? 

Boy, it’s like treason, how you treated me 

It’s eight mondays in a row, nine days of the week 

These tantrums been old 

All bitter, no sweet 

You’re killing my vibe 

In ways words cannot describe 

But I’ll try, I’ll try 

You let out a sigh as you checked your phone for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Your boyfriend, Neymar, was supposed to be meeting you in front of a fancy restaurant he had found, only it had now been almost an hour that you’ve been waiting and you hadn’t heard a single word from him. No text, no call, nothing. 

Trying to distract yourself, you opened instagram and clicked on Kylian’s story, only for your heart to drop when it showed you a picture of him along with his teammate out at a party, Neymar’s smile looking right at you. Your hand clenched your phone as you quickly made your way back to your car, slamming your door behind yourself. This was now the fourth time your boyfriend had stood you up in the last month, but this time was even worse. He had stood you up on your three year anniversary. 

As you left the parking lot, you made a decisions, you weren’t going home. Well, at least not at Neymar’s home where you had been staying for the past couple of months, instead you were going to spend the night at your apartment, far away from him. When you opened the door to your home, a weird feeling took over your body, you hadn’t came here since he had helped you move out most of your things.

You ignored the feeling inside of you, instead walking over to your bedroom and changing out of the dress you had put on, one he had bought specifically for this night. As you started taking off your makeup, your mind started to wonder why Neymar hadn’t texted you yet. Normally, when he stood you up, he’d at least send you some kind of signal to let you know he was still alive, but this time it was radio silent. 

A frustrated groan left your mouth as your call went straight to his voicemail, something that had never happened to you before. Was he doing this on purpose? Or was his phone just simply dead? But then again, you don’t even remember the last time his phone had died, always carrying a portable charger around with him. So, he was ignoring, right? Your hands pulled at your hair as the thoughts of what he could be doing at the moment flooded your mind. 

It was almost midnight now, you were laying down on your couch, watching some series you had found earlier in the night, when a loud knock came from your front door, making you jump a bit. The smile at was on plastered on your face quickly dropped as you looked throught your peehole, only to see the man of the night on the other side of your door. 

“What do you want?” You asked, anger in your voice as you opened your door slightly, making Neymar’s brow furr even more than they already were. 

“Meu amor, what are you doing here? And why haven’t you been answering my texts and my calls? I’ve been so worried about you!” He said, his tone soft and calm, the complete opposite of the look on his face. You roll your eyes at his words, making him even more confused about what was going on. 

“Now you’re worried? What about when I was standing in the cold for a full hour waiting for you, only to find out from Kyks’ insta story that you were at some party? Huh, were you worried about me?” You sassed, making his face fall. He had completely forgotten the two of you had a date, when his practice had ended, he only one thing on his mind, going home and cuddling with you for the rest of the day. But Kylian had convinced him to come hang out with him and a couple of the guys, and he later found himself being dragged to a party. 

“Bebe, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot–” 

“Of course you did, you always forget!” You cut him off as you walked away from the door, leaving it open as a sign for him to follow you. Once you heard the door closed, you turned around to look at him and you let it all out. 

“It’s the fourth time you’ve stood me up, Neymar! You always forget, always! But that’s not even the worse part. You don’t know what today is, do you?” You asked, your tone harsh and sharp, making him look down at his feet. You took his silence as a “no” to your question, making you let out a laugh as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Of course you don’t, why would you remember our one year anniversary when you can’t even remember a simple date night.” Your words making him look up at you with a guilty look on his face, biting his lip before opening his mouth, only you cut him off before he even had to chance to let out a single sound. 

“I’m so sick and tired of this, Neymar! You’re always coming home late and drunk out of your mind, we never spend time together anymore and when we schedule time for us, you don’t show up, not even bothering to let me know you’re still alive or that you wouldn’t show up. Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to sit in those restaurant telling the waiters that I was waiting for someone for over an hour every time, only for you to never show up? All the looks of pity I got? You wanna know the worse part of that, one time there was a group of teen girls that recognized me, they were sitting right next to my table, and they probably figure out I was waiting for you, and you wanna know what they said to me when I was leaving? They said you were probably fucking some model. Everyday I wake up and all I see when I open an app is cheating rumors, people saying we’ve broken up, pictures of you with your arms around million of girls. And I am just supposed to be okay with that?” You yelled out, your voice breaking at the down as you tried to hold back your tears. 

Neymar tried to take a step towards you, his hand reaching for you, but you quickly took a step back, shaking your head as you looked at him dead in the eyes. His whole mood changed as he realized just how much he had hurt you, but it was too late now. 

“We’re done.” You whispered before walking away from him and locking yourself in your bedroom, your back hitting the door as you slowly let yourself fall to the floor, tears falling from your eyes. You heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the door until he was standing right on the other side of it. 

“I’ll come drop off your things tomorrow.” He said, his voice showing no emotion, no regret, nothing. A sob left your mouth as you realized he didn’t even care that the two of you weren’t together anymore, not even bothering to apologize for all the pain he had caused you. 

You put the “over” in lover, put the “ex” in next 

Ain’t no “I” in trouble, you the “U” since we met 

‘Cause you’re toxic, boy 

I ain’t even gotta try to find the 

G-O-O-D in goodbye 

You had been awake for not even 5 minutes before you shoot up in your bed, your mouth hanging low at what you had just seen. This man had the audacity to go to another party after he left your home, bringing a girl home with him and making no effort to hide it from the papparazzis. The headline of all the articles being rumors of Neymar cheating on you, asking if the two of you had broken up or not. But what completely broke you was a video that was taken while Neymar was guiding the girl back to his car. 

“Neymar! Neymar are you and Y/N still together?” The man behind the camera asked, making the football chuckle a bit with a small on his face. 

“No.” He answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you felt your world coming down on you. The way he just didn’t care that the two of you were done, going as far as going back to his old habits the minute he left your home a single man, completely breaking you. 

You waisted no time getting out of bed and taking a box out, throwing all of his things in it. All his shirts, pants, hoodies, everything he had left over here or that you’d stolen from him, all making their way into the box. As you cleared the top of your dresser, your eyes landed on the letter he had written for you barely a month ago to celebrate your 3 years together. 

You knew it was a petty thing to do, but you didn’t care, and he obviously didn’t care about how you felt, so was it really that bad? You preferred not to think about it to much as you opened your sharpie and wrote in big ‘FUCK YOU’ over and over again so it filled up the whole letter. You smiled at your work before placing it on the top of box, making sure it’d be the first thing he saw when he opened, along with the promise ring you dented using a knife in the your kitchen. 

A misviouse smile was plastered on your face as you knocked on his front door, you knew he was home from training, since his car was in the driveway and he barely even went out after practice. 

“Hi!” You say way too happily as he opens the door, pushing your way inside. 

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, his brows furred as he followed behind you over to the kitchen, where you dropped the box on the counter. 

“Dropping off your things.” You said with a smile on your face as you looked him straight in the eyes, holding back the want of hitting him and yelling at him. 

“Oh, uh, thanks. You didn’t have to.” 

“Oh it’s not a problem, really. I even left you a little gift, something to remember me by.” You said, and something about the way you spoke scared him. Barely twelve hours ago you were crying because of him, and now here you stood in his kitchen, a giant smile on your face as you talked about giving him a gift. He looked at you weirdly for a couple of seconds before opening the box, his jaw dropping as his eyes fell in the ring. 

“What the fuck, Y/N!” He exclaimed as his fingers grabbed the ring, pulling it out of the box as he examined it carely, his eyes growing wide as he realized just how bad the dent was. 

“Looks nice doesn’t it?” 

“Why the fuck would you do this? Do you know how much this costed me?” He yelled angrily, only making your smile grow bigger, scaring him even more. 

“I thought I would do to the ring, something you called a ‘symbole of our love’, what you did to my heart.” You sassed, making his face fall. There it was, you weren’t here because you had moved on or anything, no you were here to take your revenge. 

“Keep looking, there’s plenty more for you discover. Now, if you don’t mind, I am gonna go pack my things.” You answered with a smile on your face, not waiting for his answer before making your way to his bedroom, your suitcase following behind you. Neymar stood in place for a couple of seconds, his eyes staring at the spot where you once stood, he shook his head a bit before going back to the box. 

As for you, you slowly packed all your things, ‘accidently’ breaking a thing or two you had bought for him before making your way over to his bathroom. At first, you thought about emptying all his shower product, but he could just buy more, so instead, you decided to put red dye inside all of them, leaving a nice surprise for the next time he’d take his shower. 

You hummed a melody as you made your way back downstairs, an angry Neymar waiting for you in the kitchen, making your smile grow even wider. This was pettiest you had ever been, but you didn’t care. He hurt you, and you knew the only way you could ever hurt him that bad would be to take away his family, but you had your limits. So this was the best you could do, and you absolutely loved it. 

“Okay, what the actual fuck is wrong with you!” He yelled out as you walked in, all of his clothe laying on the kitchen island with holes in them, gratitude of your scissors. Now he didn’t care about it that much, what he was the most angry about was all his brazil gear teared up, he knew you knew how much he cared about them and planned to keep them intact for the rest of his life, which he know wouldn’t be able to do. But what really angered him the most was his ‘100% JESUS’ headband cut in half, right in between the lettering. 

“Oh yeah, the ring wasn’t enough, so I thought they should feel it too, you know.” You explained, a smirk on your face as his hands grabbed the headband his eyes looking at so sadly before looking up at you. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

“I don’t know, Neymar. Why do you think I am doing this?” You answered with sass, making him scoff, his eyes still looking at your smiling face. You didn’t leave him to answer, walking straight past him and out of the house. Leaving out a sigh as you fell behind the wheel of your car, your eyes closing, holding back your tears. 

You put the “over” in lover, put the “ex” in next 

Ain’t no “I” in trouble, you the “U” since we met 

‘Cause you’re toxic, boy 

I ain’t even gotta try to find the 

G-O-O-D in goodbye 

“So, Y/N, you and your ex, Neymar, broke up a little over a month ago and you haven’t spoken out about it yet. Is this the day where we finally get something out of you?” The interview asked with a hopeful smile on his face, making you laugh a bit. You had done quite a lot of interview with him, and you knew that he’d never push you to answer his question, but you finally felt ready to talk about it. 

“Just because it’s you!” You answered, making the two of you laugh. After you had gotten back from Neymar’s house, you were quick to delete him off your social media’s and unfollowing, something both of your fans were quick to catch and post about. You still talked to Davi a lot whenever he was at home with his mom, but never when he was in Paris, something he surprisingly understood. 

“Did it have anything to do about all the article of him and the girl?” 

“No, not all. We broke couple of hours before it happened, he made the decision to do that and that’s on him. He messed up, in a lot of ways, I don’t feel one bit sorry for him about the whole situation that happened about that night. He knew what he was doing, he took those decisions, and that’s on him.” You said, holding back a smile at memories of your little morning at his house. That same night, you had received a lot of angry texts from Neymar asking if you had done anything to his products, and asking why his hair and body were now dyed red. You didn’t bother to answer him, leaving him on read was enough of an answer for him. 

“I just wanna say, I think the whole world was quite surprised when the whole situation happened, I mean, you guys looked happy and perfect together.” 

“Yeah, I like to think we were at the beginning, but things had definitely not been perfect and happy for the last couple of months. I feel like the end of our relationship was actually quite toxic from someone’s side, but oh well. What’s done is done, it’s in the past now.” You said, proud of yourself for actually moving on this quickly. You didn’t feel any kind of hatred or anger towards the footballer anymore, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to see him again without having the need to yell at him. 

“And how have you been holding up?” 

“Surpringsly better than I thought I would. I’ve been surrounding myself with people who really appreciate me and love me, so I’ve been good.” You said, making Neymar bit his lip as the words filled his ears. He was currently in the PSG dinning area, his headphones in as your newest interview played on his phone. Ever since that morning, all he could think about was you. He missed a whole lot more than he thought he would, making him regret the way he had treated you for the last couple of months. All you had ever done was be there for him for everything, and he thanked you by treating you like shit. But it was too late now,  what’s done is done, it’s in the past now. 

I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love 

Only to find out you are the one holding the gun 

I’m just tryna get focus 

Take some times for me 

People started noticing all the shit you couldn’t see 

You let out a grunt as you walked into a hard chest, making you fall bawkards before two arms caught you, making you look up at the person, only for your jaw to clench as your eyes met you Neymar’s. You harshly pulled yourself out of his hold, making gulp before speaking, but you beat him to it. 

“Look where you’re going, will you?” You said harshly over the loud music of the party, before walking past him, your shoulder bumping into his a bit. Only, he quickly grabbed your wrist, turning you around to face him. 

“Can we talk, please?” He asked softly, making you roll your eyes. 

“No.” You answered simply before walking from him once again, only this time he didn’t grab onto you, instead letting you walk to your friends. He should’ve known you were going to be here, after all this party was thrown by your agency, it’d be even more weird if you weren’t there. Neymar let out a sigh and made his way back to his friends, his eyes still looking over at you every once and a while, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his friends and by yourself. 

Later that evening, you found yourself leaning against the railing of one of the balcony of the venue, your breath slow and peaceful as your eyes looked over at the city below you, all the lights, cars driving by and all the honking giving some sort of comfort. Only that was ruined when the person you least wanted to see joined you, making you roll your eyes a bit. 

“Pretty, huh?” He spoked softly with a small smile on his face as he looked over at you, but you didn’t react. You stayed in the same position you were in before, eyes staring at the city. 

“I am gonna be honest, I was a little confused when I started rinsing my hair and the water was red, thought I was bleeding or something. Then I checked the bottle, good thing I checked my body wash too, huh? Didn’t know you had that in you.” He smirked once he saw a little smile grown on your face, your eyes still staring ahead, but he considered it a small victory. 

“You deserved it. I could’ve done worse, you know.” You stated coldly, making the small joy from his tiny victory disappear quickly. He left out a sigh, leaning his elbows on the railing as well. 

“I did. If it would’ve been anyone else I would’ve been angry, but you did it and you’re right about me deserving it.” He spoke softly, his eyes now also looking at the brightly lit city in front of you. 

“Glad to know you realized it two fucking months too late, Neymar.” You said harshly, making him cringe at the way his name rolled off your tongue. The way it used to be so soft and comforting, now cold and strict. 

“Y/N, I am so, so fucking sorry, okay? I was shitty towards you and I didn’t realize it, and when you brought it up to me, I was an asshole about it all the time, and I am so sorry for hurting you, meu amor.” He whispered, and unlike that night when the two of you broke up, there was some emotion behind the words he spoke, making you close your eyes so no tears would fall from them because of the memory. 

“And I understand if you hate me and you never want to see me again after this, because you have every right to feel that way after what I did to you, but I want you to know that if I could, I would take it all back, I really would, Y/N. You’re the most amazing thing that happened to me and I was an idiot and I ruined it, and that’s all on me, it’s my fault. And I am sorry because you didn’t deserve that, at all, and it wasn’t fair for you.” He continued, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he realized just how much he had fucked up. Now, he already knew, but saying it out loud made it sound so much more real and it made the whole situation really sink into his head. 

“I don’t hate you, Ney. I could never hate you, I wish I could, but I can’t because I love you too much to ever feel that way towards you. But you hurt me, over and over again and every time I brought it up to you, you just shrugged me off like it was nothing, like how I felt wasn’t important. So, I don’t hate you, I hate the way you treat me, I hate the way even though I want to I’ll never be able to hate you, Neymar.” You said, your voice shaky as you tried your hardest not to cry. The footballer sniffed and took a deep breath before speaking once again. 

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, reaching his out for your shoulder, but you quickly stepped away from him, making his heart drop. 

“So am I.” You said, finally letting a tear fall before walking away from him, making your way straight to your car and home, leaving a crying Neymar all alone on the balcony, tears slowly falling from his eyes as he realized your relationship was now officially over, the chances of the two of you ever talking again being as slim as the chances of the two of you dating again. 

G-O-O-D in goodbye 

“Y/N! Y/N, over here!” A paparazzi yelled as you walked out a fashion show, you tried your best to follow your agent as closely as possible, but all the lights and flashes  made it impossible for you to see where you were going. 

“Y/N, are you and Neymar ever going to get back together?” Another yelled, making you looked at him, your face softened a bit at the sound of his name filling your eyes before you answered the question. 

“No.” 

“Y/N, what do you think about Neymar’s new girlfriend?” One called out, making you roll your eyes at his question. You weren’t stupid, you had seen all the news and posts about him and his new girlfriend, you heart clenching as you looked at all the pictures. She was the opposite of you, blond hair, blue eyes, now she was pretty, but you knew you were in a way higher league than her, all your contracts and magazine covers made that obvious. His sister had even texted you about her, whining about how rude and mean his new girlfriend was, even towards Neymar himself. How bad of a girlfriend she was towards him, the way he always complained about her going out to parties with guys.  

“Karma’s a bitch.” You answered with a smirk, now you didn’t care if no one else understood, you knew Neymar would, and that’s all that mattered to you.

[mrs-santoss]

Injury - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Can you write a script that YN is injured and hides it from Neymar. And when he found out, he was very angry and also very heartbroken and worried for YN

Neymar woke up to the sound of Y/N's laughter echoing through their spacious apartment. He smiled to himself, thinking of how lucky he was to have her in his life. They had been together for two years now, and every day was better than the last. He walked to the kitchen to find Y/N making breakfast, her back turned to him.

"Morning beautiful," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

"Good morning, Ney," she replied, turning her head to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm making pancakes."

Neymar grinned. "My favorite."

They sat down to eat and chatted about their plans for the day. Neymar had training later in the afternoon, but Y/N didn't have any plans. She was a freelancer and had a few projects she needed to work on, but nothing urgent. After breakfast, Neymar headed to the gym to work out, leaving Y/N at home to work.

A few hours later, Neymar returned home to find Y/N still sitting at her desk, staring at her computer screen. He could tell something was off.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, walking over to her.

Y/N sighed. "Nothing, just feeling a little overwhelmed with work."

Neymar didn't believe her. "Are you sure that's all?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "Okay, fine. I hurt myself this morning when I was running."

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Neymar asked, clearly concerned.

"I didn't want to bother you. It's just a small sprain, nothing serious," Y/N said, trying to downplay the situation.

Neymar shook his head. "Y/N, you know you can tell me anything. I'm your boyfriend, I want to take care of you."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to worry you," Y/N said, her voice cracking slightly.

Neymar's expression softened. "You could never bother me. Let me see your ankle."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before reluctantly lifting her pant leg to reveal a slightly swollen ankle.

"Does it hurt?" Neymar asked, gently prodding the area.

"A little, but it's not that bad," Y/N replied.

Neymar looked at her skeptically. "We're going to the hospital. I don't want to take any chances."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Ney, it's just a sprain. We don't need to go to the hospital."

Neymar didn't budge. "I'm not taking any risks. Get dressed, we're going."

Y/N sighed, knowing she wasn't going to win this argument. She got dressed and they headed out to the hospital. The doctors confirmed that it was just a sprain and gave Y/N some pain medication and instructions on how to take care of it.

As they walked back to their car, Neymar couldn't help but feel frustrated with Y/N. He understood that she didn't want to worry him, but he couldn't help but think about all the possibilities of what could have happened if her injury was more serious.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me? What if it was something more serious?" he asked, his voice tinged with anger.

"I didn't want to worry you. I thought it was just a small sprain," Y/N replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Neymar stopped walking and turned to face her. "Y/N, you can't keep things like this from me. I love you and I want to take care of you. I don't want to find out something is wrong when it's too late."

"I'm sorry, Ney. I just didn't want to bother you," Y/N said, tears welling up in her eyes.

Neymar sighed and pulled her into a hug. "You could never bother me, Y/N. I love you and I want to be there for you no matter what. Please don't hide things from me."

Y/N nodded, burying her face into his chest. "I won't, I promise."

They got into the car and drove back to their apartment in silence. Neymar was still worried about Y/N, but he knew he needed to let go of his anger and focus on taking care of her. When they got home, he helped her to the couch and made sure she was comfortable before heading to the kitchen to make her some tea.

"I'm sorry for getting mad at you, Y/N. I just care about you so much and I don't want anything to happen to you," Neymar said, bringing the tea over to her.

"I know, Ney. I'm sorry for not telling you," Y/N replied, taking the tea from him.

Neymar sat down next to her and they talked for a while, discussing how Y/N was feeling and what they could do to make her feel better. He was relieved to see that her ankle wasn't causing her too much pain and that the pain medication was working.

Later that night, as they were getting ready for bed, Neymar took Y/N's hand and looked at her earnestly.

"Y/N, I love you more than anything in this world. Please promise me that you'll never hide anything from me again," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/N smiled softly. "I promise, Ney. I love you too."

They climbed into bed together, snuggling up to each other as they drifted off to sleep. Neymar knew that he had to trust Y/N to tell him when something was wrong, but he also knew that he would always be there for her, no matter what. He was grateful for their relationship and the trust that they had built together, and he knew that they could get through anything as long as they had each other.

[libraryofloveletters]

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. 

--- 

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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[boiohboii]

The Tattoo Sleeve (Neymar jr soulmate au)

Warning: curse words.

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Neymar watched Y/n as she got her lunch out of her bag, it was mashed potatoes with mixed in veggies (looked like sweet pepper and onions) and chicken alongside some fruits and of course her coffee. In the past few days he had been looking over her- although, stalking is a more accurate word- he realised that she drinks an unholy amount of coffee, he watched her pour in two packets of instant coffee in one mug, that was not healthy! She's a doctor, she should know that!

He wasn't quite sure why he kept coming back to the same street of the clinic. The first time he went looking for her there, where he saw the most hilarious situation and she went through the most embarrassing situation, he stayed at a cafe nearby to clear his head from their conversation when he realised that it was midnight and she was still at work. When he finally saw her entering a car along with Doctor Monet the feeling of relief washed over him, at least she wasn't leaving at 1:30 am alone.

At that day, when he want back to his apartment at 2 am, he decided that he wasn't going to be thinking about anything related to his soulmate, he just stayed this one time to check on her and she has her boss to drive her home. There was absolutely no need for him to be worried, he doesn't even want to get to know her so why was he sitting here on a Friday afternoon looking at his soulmate from afar like a goddamn creep?

"This is stupid" Neymar mumbled as he stood up, reaching for his back pocket to get his wallet, leaving his total at the table along with a tip. Anyone passing by could tell that the man in blue puffer jacket and black jeans was in a hurry to leave, his quick movement and the screeching sound of the chair on the cobblestone floor made it clear.

"Oh, fuck off."

Neymar realised that maybe, just maybe, if he had stayed where he was that wouldn't have happened. His chair wouldn't alert everyone with a mile radius of his presence. His chair wouldn't have alerted his soulmate that he was this close to her. However, judging by the whispers that broke out, his soulmate being alerted wasn't the only issue at hand.

"Holy shit, that is Neymar Junior!"

"Do you think I can ask for a picture?"

"He is so much more handsome in real life."

Sighing, Neymar decided to smile at everyone within his sight. His smile made fans approach him, and he was fine with that, whenever he went out he was always ready to meet someone, to take a photo with someone he never saw before, he knew it was always a possibility. It annoys him sometimes, but he tries not to show it too much, he also tries to get the point across that not at anytime anyone can expect a photo with him or a signature from him.

After a few minutes, he had taken 4 photos and signed 3 shirts along with making small talk with everyone around. Now that everyone had been back in their seat, and it looked like everything was normal, Neymar looked to his right, seeing Y/n still there on her phone, not paying him any attention.

Frowning, Neymar started walking towards her without realising. He wasn't ready to have a soulmate, at least that's what he told himself, but he also wanted to know her, he wanted to see her smile, he wanted to hold her in his arms and hear her laugh. It was messing with him, he couldn't sort out his feeling, he couldn't stop and think about what he truly wanted and his actions showed it.

"Ummm, hello?" Y/n questioned as she looked up from her phone.

"Can we talk?"

"Didn't we do that already," y/n raised her eyebrows as she started recalling the conversation they had last week. "You said you didn't want to be with your soulmate, which is me, so I have no idea what you want from me right now."

"To be honest, I don't either."

There was a bitter taste on his tongue as he admitted that, he was confused and unsure of what he was doing or where anything that is currently happening would lead him, but he wanted to be there right now. That's all he knew, he wanted to be beside her and talk to her even if he didn't want a soulmate.

"Okay, listen," Y/n started "I don't know what you want, hell even you don't know what you want. So please, I am begging you do not come here and expect me to treat you all nice!"

"I thought you wanted to be with me."

"What?" Y/n asked, she hoped to anyone that would listen that her thoughts are wrong, she is just seeing the worst in him.

"Last time you said you want to be with your soulmate."

"Yeah, and that soulmate doesn't want me. You told me that! You made it clear!"

"It's just, right now I feel like I want to be with you and it's confusing me too!"

"Right now," Y/n blinked, "right now? What! Do you expect me to welcome you whenever you feel like it? What about my feelings!

Please, I am begging you, sort out your feelings and then we can talk"

Hearing the crack in her voice, Neymar felt ashamed. She was right, he couldn't just expect her to be okay with his every whim. He knows better than to do that, than to act as if he is the only person that's life will be affected by a soulmate in it.

"Hey man." Neymar greeted as he buckled his seatbelt. "Can I come over, I really messed up."

!ENEWS!

Breaking news: Neymar Jr's new girl?

Yesterday, around 5pm, the famous football player was seen with a new girl, it seemed like they were arguing according to our source. Could it be that the Brazilian player had someone this whole time? Or could there be a new love story that's about to happen?

I'm finally done with my finals!! I hope you liked it, would love to know what you all think!

Thank you for reading 💖💖💖

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[darlingmbappe]

The Loneliest [3] | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Epilogue]

Summary: While Kylian lets jealousy get the best of him on the pitch, you find that a tequila-filled night might be the answer to healing your broken heart... even if it's just for one night.

Warnings: Still just absolute angst. Missing your ex, Kylian being overprotective and jealous, Erling Haaland being a dick (i'm sorry it's purely for plot purposes), heavy drinking, self destructive behavior, cussing, bad cheese puns, let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —

The breakup was bound to go public sooner or later. It was surprising you made it almost seven weeks before the media got the hold of the story. You both were spotted alone on separate sides of town too many times, you’d missed all of his matches, and E!News got a source that told them you live alone now. You have a strong hunch it’s your next door neighbor that’s always lingering by the stairs. She asks entirely too many questions.

While you were still with Kylian, your relationship was kept mostly private and you rarely found yourself in any headlines. But, lord knows, if there’s anything the press loves more than a celebrity engagement is a celebrity breakup. When you saw a graphic of your face and Kylians face photoshopped onto a broken heart on Snapchat, a clickbait title asking, “did our fav football couple call it quits?”, you knew you’d be getting some unwanted attention. Fuck you, Daily Mail. Mind your business.

You clearly remember agreeing with him to wait for you to text first, but he’s a damn liar. He didn’t let a day go by before sending you a sweet good morning text. For the past three weeks, he’s been sending little messages here and there. Nothing too risqué or anything that made you feel pressure… they were actually nice. You’d been pretty good at not responding, being occupied doing absolutely anything else to stop yourself from thinking about him.

Kylian knew this. Being with you for such a long time, he understood how you got when you didn’t want to think about something. When your family dog passed, you claimed you were fine over and over again, and he just had to let you hyper fixate on new random hobbies until your feelings eventually exploded out. You taught yourself claymation, knitting, refurbishing old creepy dolls… that was definitely his least favorite. He needed to make sure you didn’t force yourself to forget about him, he wanted to be there for you when you were ready. He’s patience is usually very thin, but he’s impressed with himself for staying (mostly) zen about you not responding. He had to. He couldn’t fuck this up again and come swinging with the ‘I love you’s that he types out and erases promptly.

It’s finally Friday and you just finished a late lunch at your favorite café near your office, just listening to music on your headphones and reading through a document you were about to send to your colleagues. Your phone buzzed with a message from Kylian and, of course, you clicked the notification. You always did.

He’d sent you a picture of a decorative board at some market with a cheese-remix of the song Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics. You immediately laughed out loud, having seen this exact sign before with Kylian years ago. For weeks after, you two sang the lyrics randomly around the house, in the car, pretty much anywhere until all of your friends were begging for you two to just shut the fuck up.

Sweet dreams are made of cheese, who am I to dissa-brie, I’ve travelled the world and the feta cheese, everybody’s lookin’ for stilton.

Your fingers began to respond before you even had a chance to really think about it.

(Y/N): Not this shit again

Kylian smiled widely upon seeing that you sent something back, typing back in record speeds.

Kylian: I think it’s…….. grate

You actually smiled at his horrible pun, twirling your hair against your own will.

(Y/N): very cheesy

Kylian was so quick to look up more cheese puns, not wanting to let his roll come to an end. Any communication, even about cheese, worked for him.

Kylian: it’s very gouda to hear from you again :)

“Oh, man.” You mumbled to yourself, noticing how your heart rate increased with just a couple of his really really bad jokes.

God, you missed him so much.

You stood up, leaving the conversation there, gathering your things and turning up the music. Yet, the whole walk back it was impossible to focus on whatever was playing in your ears because of the louder song playing inside your head. Sweet dreams are made of cheese…

Kylians thumb was lodged between his teeth in anticipation, but soon realized you weren’t going to respond again. Lowly cursing to himself, he threw his phone back in his locker. Everyone was prepared for todays game against Manchester City, especially Kylian. He wanted to win so bad, it almost felt like the World Cup.

He knew who he was going to play against — Erling Haaland. If he wasn’t too fond of him before, finding out he hit on you on you brewed a different kind of determination to win inside of him. You said nothing happened that night and he believed you — but he knew that Haaland had more in mind than just a nice conversation. He noticed last week that he followed you on instagram and liked all of your recent pictures, not including the ones with him. As of last night, you still didn't follow him back. Those late night stalking sessions have to stop soon. His nutritionists is really getting on his ass for finishing entire jars of peanut butter every other day.

He wondered if you were going to watch the game or if you had been since you left. He really hoped you hadn’t been. He’s been playing horribly these past weeks. Once the news of your breakup went public, every commentator made a point of mentioning it and saying stupid shit like, “life goes on, and that’s something Kylian Mbappé is going to have to figure out sooner or later.”

He let his angry thoughts fuel him as he walked into the tunnel. He tried to get his head in the game, but couldn’t help looking back every so often to the opposing team next to them, eyes always landing on the tall blonde man.

He stood in his place, but his neck twisted back against his will, not really caring if he was being too obvious. Right before the teams were meant to walk out together, Haaland caught his death glares. Kylian doubled down, making sure he wouldn’t be the one to lose this immature staring contest. Holland cracked a shit-eating grin and winked at Mbappé.

Oh, the rage… keep it in, Kylian.

He looked away with an unbothered “pft.” It wasn’t very convincing, not even to himself.

After the usual opening ceremony, the whistle blew indicating that the match had begun, sending Kylian sprinting in every direction as the game progressed. ManCity was good, but he knew PSG was better. He kept telling himself this, but his teammates continued to mess up, even allowing the light-blue motherfuckers to score the opening goal not even twenty minutes into the first half. And, of course, it was Haaland that buried the ball deep in the back of the net. He watched him celebrate on his pitch, listening to the crowd cheer their chant, feeling tortured and helpless.

His eye was fixed on the Norwegian as he moved back into the starting position, hating that he was laughing, still on a high from scoring. Hakimi walked next to Kylian, feeling that his friend is on the brink of doing something very dumb. His hand patted his shoulder, but Kylian didn’t even notice it, his entire body twitching with jealously.

When Kylian was in earshot, Haaland nodded up at him. “Kylian.” The young player called, but Kylian just side eyed him. Hakimi grabbed his shoulders tighter just in case he tried anything. “(Y/N) is up for grabs now, no?”

Kylians ears rung as he felt himself launch at Erling who just laughed. Hakimi had gotten in front of him without missing a beat, roughly shoving him in the opposite direction to keep him from beating up the 22 year old. Other PSG players joined, guiding Kylian to his position.

He didn’t even know words were coming out of his mouth at this point, pointing his finger threateningly at Erling. “Don’t fucking talk about her. I’ll fucking kill you. You hear me?” He was well aware that this was all to get in his head but, shit. It’s working. Kylian didn’t even notice that the referee was being talked down by Neymar and Messi, eventually the confrontation getting waved off with a warning at the start of a new play.

Halftime rolled around and no one scored again. In the locker room, Glatier yelled and waved his arms, demanding that the defense get their shit together. He zoned out, too deep in thought about what an asshole that guy is and how he wants to score and rub it in his face. He was brought back when he heard his name grumbling out of his coaches mouth, having no idea what the topic even was.

“Sorry?” He embarrassingly piped up, seeing all of his teammates had their eyes on him.

Glatier grunted, stomping closer to him. “I said, get your shit together!”

“Yes, coach.”

“Don’t worry about what they say. Just go out there and play like I know you can. You want to win, don’t you?”

“I do, coach.”

“Then let’s fucking win.”

Glatier was right and he knew it. Whatever that stupid hulk-boy had to say about you was only getting under his skin. He couldn’t play at his best like that.

So, when the second half started and he heard him say some bullshit again, he did his best to let it roll off his back. “You think she’ll respond if I DM her?” Erling asked nonchalantly to Álvarez, but Kylian was determined to let it slide. Let it fucking slide.

But, he didn’t stop there. When walking by him, Haaland asked him, “What’s a good spot to take her? Nothing too far, my hotel room is around here.” Kylians fists were balled in rage, biting his cheek and blowing air out of his flared nostrils.

“You better shut your goddamn mouth.” He snapped back, but continued walking away, knowing he can’t let him win. Hearing Haalands taunting chuckles behind him almost made him whip back around, but Neymar wrapped his arm securely around his shoulder, forcing him to look forward.

“It’s just talk, Kylian. Come on.” He rubbed his head roughly as if to beg him to not let it get to him before running back into position.

The game progressed, only ten minutes left of the second half before overtime. Neymar was at the left side of the field, preparing himself for a corner kick. Kylian searched for an opening that could potentially bring a scoring opportunity, but a brooding shadow seemed to follow him everywhere. Haaland was aggressively playing defense against him, his height advantage making it impossible for Kylian to move somewhere better.

“I hope she wears something nice and tight.” Erling chortled through his tired breathing. “I’ve been waiting for you to mess things up with her. I’ve had my eye on her for months… She’s so hot.”

His mind went blank, completely blank. It must have, because he didn’t remember shoving Haaland down onto the pitch, fists pulling back. He was seeing red, but his teammates dragged him off before his punch could land right on his cheek. Before he knew it, the ManCity players were charging at PSG. The whistle blew about a dozen times as the crowd got louder.

Kylian couldn’t stop trying to shake off his friends, screaming past the wall of light blue toward the blonde man on the ground pretending to be seriously injured, clutching his arm.

“Say that again! I fucking dare you!” Kylian threatened, Ramos clinging onto his shoulders, walking backwards.

He was pushed away far from the scene as his whole team began to fight with the other players in solidarity, the referee preoccupied with calming down the situation.

He was for sure already getting a red card, so his mindset was fuck it. He sprinted around the fighting crowd who immediately recognized his intentions, getting back in front of him before he could reach Haaland to really do some damage.

“Stay the hell away from her. I’ll end you, you son of a bitch. Off this pitch, I swear to god you’re dead.” Kylian talked out of his ass, already walking himself off the pitch when the referee held up a red card. He waved him off, spiting on the grass as he made his way back through the tunnel, ignoring the coaching team screaming at him altogether.

ManCity ended up winning 2-0 and Kylians suspension was decided to extend for two matches. He didn’t watch the remainder of it, but when he found out Erling Fucking Haaland scored the other goal, it felt like the knife was twisted. Fuck that guy. The press conference after was hell, having to claim that he deeply regretted his actions and that this doesn’t reflect his character or whatever his PR team wrote up for him.

He truly did feel like a dumbass. He absolutely hated how much he let those comments affect him. He knew he should’ve just blocked it out but how was he going to let him say that stuff about you? The way he talked about you like you weren’t even a person, like you weren’t the love of his life. Sure, he felt like a dumbass, but he would defend you to the ends of the earth.

He got home to his empty house, throwing himself on his sofa, flipping on ESPN to watch basketball highlights. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep. Usually, he’s opposed to naps as they throw off his sleeping schedule, but recently he’d found them comforting; an easy escape from everything going on. Besides, his sleep schedule was already bonkers from the breakup.

He swears his eyes were only shut for five minutes, but he woke up to complete darkness. His TV even timed out, neck sore from the stiff throw pillows supporting his head, groaning so loudly that it echoed inside the vacant home. It was only when he picked up his phone to check the time that he realized you were even calling. The faint buzzing was probably what woke him up.

“Shit.” He shot up, wiping the sleep from his face as he answered quickly.

He cleared his groggy throat. “Hello?”

He faintly heard you saying his name, but the music in the back was pounding. “Kyyyyks!”

He laughed to himself, loving the sound of his nickname for the first time since your breakup. “Hello? (Y/N)? Are you drunk?”

“Hold on.” He heard you yell from the other line as the music got softer in the background. “Hellooo.” You giggled.

“Hi.” He giggled back.

“I woke you up.” He could hear the pout in your voice, having to bite his lip to keep his smile from getting ridiculous.

“No, no I don’t mind. Call me anytime.” Kylian began twirling his hoodie string on his forefinger. “Are you okay?”

You nod, but he can’t hear you. Your drunk brain didn’t catch up. “I think so.”

“You think so? Where are you?” Concerned, he looked at the time. A little past 3:30 am. Damn, long ass nap.

“Umm…” You paused to look around you, seeing no signs anywhere and finding it kind of funny. “I dunno. I lost them ages ago.”

“Them?”

“Yeah, my friends.”

He stood up. “Wait, wait. Are you by yourself?”

“Mhm!” You chirped, now walking away from the club, alone. Your skin-tight tights gave you no warmth at all, but the tequila that flushed your system had you covered. “Kyks…”

“Yeah?” He waited for you to say something, his concern for you growing, wishing he still had your location so he could go look for you.

You paused, looking around the dark streets. “I mi…” your sentence drifted off and you laughed off what you were about to say. “… I’m so drunk.” You stumbled further down the street, a loud club with red lights oozing from the entrance peaking your interest.

He knew what you were about to say, but wasn’t going to push it. “I can hear that. Do you need a ride? I can come get you right now, just send me your current location.”

“No, I’m fine! Look, I found somewhere safe!” You point, even though he couldn’t see. “Oh, my god. You’ll never believe who’s here. Oh, shit.”

“Who?” Kylian asked over the phone.

You giggled. “I don’t wanna tell you, Kyks. You’ll be mad. I saw what happened today during the match.”

He was tempted to quirk a smile hearing that you have been watching, but then it dawned on him. It couldn’t be… “Haaland?”

What are the odds? Erling Haaland stood outside the packed nightclub with a few of his teammates, surrounded by women and men, all trying to get his attention. He hadn’t seen you yet.

“Oh my god, you’re such a good guesser.” You clapped. “God, I forgot how tall he was.”

He grabbed his keys, putting his shoes on, holding the phone up to his ear by his shoulder as he rushed around his home. “Please just let me come pick you up. I’m worried about you, where are you? I’ll take you home.”

You got closer to the LED sign. “It’s called… uh… la petite robe noire… oh my god! That’s what I’m wearing!” You cheered.

He put you on speaker and looked it up. Jesus, you were so far, he wondered if you’d started out around there or if you’d ventured out alone. He revved up his engine, backing out of his driveway. “Stay there, I’m coming. Okay?”

You didn’t respond, your phone now by your side as Erling spotted you, jogging over to where you were standing.

“Hey!” You waved, letting him come to you because your heels hurt too badly. You couldn’t hear Kylian on the other line trying to get your attention.

“Hello, beautiful.” He leaned in and hugged you. You kind of hugged back, too drunk to balance yourself upwards that way without falling into him.

As soon as he heard that fucking accent over the phone, he pressed his foot down on the pedal, hoping he hits every green light in Paris. You, on the other hand, forgot you were still on the line with your ex fiancé, but hung up when you realized it with a giggly “oops!”.

“Didn’t think I’d run into you, how are you, (Y/N)?” Haaland asks, placing a steady hand on your waist to keep your wobbling frame from tipping over.

“So good!” That was a lie. You were out tonight drinking away the pit in your stomach since the match. You’d watched sneakily from your desk, fingers tugging at your roots when you saw the little incident during the first half. During those last ten minutes, you felt like you were going to throw up.

Why did you have to tell Kylian about Erling? What happened today definitely opened him up to a lot of criticism from his coaches, the team, the media… You couldn’t help but feel a little responsible because you knew he could behave himself if he never knew about that night on the balcony. On the other hand, it was kind of… very hot. Jealous Kylian was never your favorite, but you can’t stop yourself from feeling something spark in you. Or maybe you were just horny. Who’s to say? It's been so long...

“You’re good?” Erling accent repeats, grinning down at you. “Sorry to hear about your breakup."

"Pffft." You laugh. "Yeah right, you two were never exactly friends."

He shrugs, sticking his hands in his pockets. "You're right. I'm not sorry." He smirks, looking you up and down. If your head wasn’t filled with liquor you’d feel kind of gross, but his flirty stares didn’t mean anything to the drunken body you found yourself in tonight. It all went right over your head. He nods his head toward the club. "Come on, let's get you a drink, yeah?"

You followed him in, the lights were blurry and the ground wasn't very stable. The vibrations came up from the ground, making you feel like someone was shaking your brain around. You were absolutely not thinking straight, and it only got worse when a bottle girl came over to the section with Don Julio. It was all so fast, like the lights flashed and you were suddenly with someone else, or in a different part of the club, or dancing, drinking, stumbling.

Fuck, you had to get out of there.

Kylian arrived at the club and he definitely did not fit the dress code. But, despite his grey joggers and Nike hoodie, he was still Kylian Mbappé, so he got in without any issue. Ideally, he wouldn’t have to risk being spotted at a nightclub that Erling Haaland was at, but he did it for you. He politely smiled at his fans but weaved past people begging for a selfie. He called you plenty of times from the car, but you never picked up.

Once inside the club, he lifted his hood and put on some sunglasses, hoping this wouldn't cause a riot without his security to lead him through the crowds. People were too focused on grinding and not spilling their drinks to notice the international superstar frantically searching for one single woman in a sea of them.

He looked up at the sections on the second floor, finally spotting that tall blonde bastard, wasting not a single second before making his way up, security letting him through once he flashed them his famous smile.

"Haaland!" He cups his hands around his mouth, hoping that he knows where you are. "Haaland!"

He finally turns around, knitting his eyebrows at the sight. "Kylian." He steps around the models to stand close to him, the loud music making it impossible to communicate from even a few feet away. "What? You didn't get enough of me on the pitch today?"

Kylian rolls his eyes. "No, man. I'm just looking for (Y/N). I know she was here."

"Yeah, she was." Erling laughed. "She's wild, for sure. Don't know where she went, though."

"What? She's not here?"

Haaland shrugged. "She went to the bathroom and never came back. Why do you even care? Like I said, she's up for grabs. She's not yours anymore."

If he wasn't so worried about your current wellbeing, he would have grabbed his stupid little ponytail and gone full Fight Club on him. But he didn't, instead he shook his head at him and made his way down from the section before he regretted not throwing a punch or two.

His concern grew. He never thought he would wish you were with Erling Haaland at a nightclub, but at least he could find you then.

Kylian stood on a ledge hoping to see your hair or face anywhere from a birds-eye view, but had to leave promptly when the partygoers caught onto his less than great disguise. A security guard from the club lead him to the back exit, warding off flashing cameras in every direction.

Thanking the man when he was safely outside with a fist bump, he walked himself down the dirty metal steps, sighing. "Putain." He walked to is parked car, leaning on it to try and think a little, wondering how he’s going to find you. He really isn’t familiar with this part of town, but he'll stay out all night if he has to.

He wished you’d just pick up the phone, ease his jittery nerves. Just as he was about to click on your contact, he heard some slurred singing further down the alleyway he was in. The faint tune sounded familiar, but the voice definitely was. It was you.

He followed like a siren sound, turning the corner to see you sitting on a small cement step, head resting on your curled up knees, giggling to yourself as you continued the song.

"Sweet cheese are made of cheese, who am I to *hiccup* disa-cheese..."

"I think you've messed up the lyrics there, love." He smiled, letting out a breath he’d been holding now knowing you're okay.

You gaze up, smiling widely, gasping and jolting up, wrapping your loose arms around his neck and letting your legs go limp.

"Woah, hey..." He exclaimed with a laugh, grabbing your torso tightly to keep you upright.

"You're here!" You gaze up, grin wide as he peered down at you, smiling as well. "Whadda coincidence!"

It was like he didn't just spend hours worried sick, now feeling somewhat at ease. Your presence is all he needed for every weight to be lifted off his shoulders. He only cares about making sure you get back home with a glass of water on your nightstand and a trashcan at your side.

"You okay? Why are you out here by yourself?" He guides you to stand properly on your own, but you didn't let your grip go, so he didn't either. He let his hand stay on the small of your back, his other gripping your hip.

You shrug, scratching your fingernails against the nape of his neck. He shivered, goosebumps running down his body, letting a flustered giggle escape his lips. You stared deep into his eyes. Your funny demeanor simmered down, finding the familiar warmth of the man in front of you to be more intoxicating than anything you've drank tonight. "You always loved when I did that..."

Kylian's heart got caught in his throat, gulping it down along with the urge to hold you so tightly. He'd been craving your touch, spending many sleepless nights wondering if he'd ever get to feel you again.

"Let's get you home, okay?" He mumbled, running his hands down your arms to unwrap them from his neck. He held one of your arms as he bent down to grab your phone and purse from the dirty floor.

He started guiding you to his passengers seat, but getting you there wasn’t an easy task. Your heels kept getting caught in the cobblestones so he had to keep a steady hand around you in case you fell. He buckled you up like a toddler, doing his best to ignore the googly eyes that you made at him.

When he got in drivers seat, he looked over at you, a rush of memories making his heart flutter.

All of the times he would turn his gaze away from the road for just a second to see you. The way you smiled when you rode with the windows down, sticking your arm out to feel the rushing wind outside the car. The way he used to be able to put a comforting hand on your thigh while he drove and you'd draw circles on his knuckles mindlessly, rambling about anything that came to your mind. The way you would always unwrap a piece of gum for him because you didn't want him distracted, even though he would never not get distracted by you.

He shook the thoughts out of his head, clearing his throat. "So, what's your address?"

You laughed, taking your heels off. "I dunno."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"Geez, Ky. I've only lived there for like..." you counted in your head, but numbers barely made sense sober, "...not that long."

"Do you have it on your phone?" He pried, handing you your cell.

"Yes!" You cheered, snatching it only to see that it was out of battery when the screen reflected back at you. "Ah, man. It's dead!" You pouted, throwing it in the backseat, crossing your arms.

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, turning on the heat higher when he noticed the chills running down your arms. "I can take you back to... uh..." he stuttered, having to stop himself from saying our place, still getting used to living there alone, "—back to my place."

You gave him a look, raising your eyebrow dramatically. "Nice try, Casanova." You chuckled.

He laughed too, rubbing his eyes. "No, come on, (Y/N). There's like five beds. I wouldn't take advantage of you like that."

You bite your lip and stare at him through your lashes. "I'd let you."

God, that stare. That tone. He's internally cussing himself out for all those times he told you he wasn't in the mood or too tired. He wished he could go back in time and slap himself.

He quickly shook it off, laughing dryly and having to look away from you. “You are so drunk.”

With that, he put the car in reverse, beginning the half hour journey back to the home that still has pictures of you on the walls. The home that still feels like it’s yours, the one that Kylian prays he’ll see you wake up in again… at a time when you’re not absolutely plastered, of course. For now, he’s content looking over to your sleeping figure in his car, slowly breathing and shifting every so often.

Once he pulled into the garage, he got out and made his way to open the passenger door. “Hey,” he gently put a hand on your cold shoulder, “we’re here, bébé.”

He didn’t mean for the nickname to slip out of his mouth, but it did. It actually woke you up, your heart thumping at the four letters that used to be so familiar to you, so intimate.

“I’m tired.” You grumble, putting your hands out toward him, slightly less drunk, yet nowhere near sober. “I forgot how comfy your car is.”

“Wait ‘till we get you into a real bed. You’re gonna sleep like a rock.” You grabbed his forearms and stumbled out of the car, Kylian quickly grabbing your heels, phone, and purse.

For a drunk, you moved surprisingly fast, beelining to the kitchen. He followed you in, attentive to your wonky steps. He set your belongings down on one of the barstools, turning to see you leaned inside of his fridge, grasping the handles for balance.

“You hungry?” He grins, walking around the kitchen island and leans against it.

“Mm… you got rid of all my snacks…”

“Uh, not true.” He quipped, opening the cupboard and pulling back a red box, the sight bringing a big smile to your face.

“Pancakes?!”

He opens the cabinet bellow him and pulls out a sleek black press, confident smirk spreading to his cheeks. “Waffles.”

You cover your mouth in excitement, stumbling backward a bit but catch yourself on the island. “No way.”

He nods, eyes twinkling at your enthusiasm. You look so pretty in this kitchen. It’s nostalgic. It feels warmer now that you’re back here, even if he’s just pretending to forget that you’ll have to leave in the morning.

“Go sit. They won’t take long.” You do as he says, hopping into a stool as you watch him begin to mix the ingredients in a bowl.

Your mind drifted to the last time you saw him. The way his chin quivered when he cried over you, how much it hurt to tell him you weren't ready and that you may never be. It was still true. In a more clearheaded scenario, you probably wouldn't be here with him right now. If alcohol didn't seem like such an inviting bandaid to your aching mind and heart, the feelings you'd been suppressing would likely have stayed suppressed... where you honestly wanted them to stay. Opening yourself back up to be loved by the same man that made you question yourself was still incredibly scary.

"Bon appétit." He placed the plate in front of you.

The waffle was dusted in powdered sugar, a small butter square in the middle was surrounded by sliced strawberries. "Oh... my... god..." You salivated, picking up the fork and knife he handed you and devoured the first bite, moaning in gratitude. "Oh my god." You had no other words.

Kylian laughed, picking up his own fork to dig into his less pretty waffle, standing across from you. "Yeah?"

He didn't get a verbal response back, but knew you meant it upon seeing the manner in which you inhaled every crumb on your plate. Your late night snack was gone too soon and you wanted more, but your drooping eyes and full bladder convinced you that sleep was better.

Kylian took his last bite, grabbing your plates and setting them in the sink. "I think it's bedtime."

You agreed without saying so, hopping off the stool and took the route to the master bedroom. You could walk there with your eyes closed and you might as well have. The sleep deprivation mixed with your drunkenness lead you straight to the dresser, opening up the top chest on your side to grab a t-shirt.

When your crossed eyes looked down at the empty drawer, it was sobering. You let out a shakey breath, clasping your hands in front of you. "Right..."

Kylain stood by the door, frowning at your stillness. The small window of bliss he had with you just seconds earlier shattered upon seeing your sorrowful face looking down at the drawer that used to contain your things, now containing nothing but memories of what used to be.

Silently, he walked over to you, gently shutting it for you. He opened up his side, handing you one of the shirts you left folded for him. One of your favorites. "Here."

You give him an attempt of a smile but don't actually look at him. "Thanks."

He goes to leave the room but you stop him. "Wait. Where are you going? I'll sleep in one of the guest rooms. I'm not taking your bed."

"No, please. You just get some rest, okay?" He almost whispers, taking in the sight of you standing in this room again before he went to close the door.

"Ky?" You breathe, locking your eyes on his. There was something you wanted to say, some words your throat closed up on, leaving you with nothing else but silence. He stayed still, his adoration for you threatening to spill out of him the longer he stared at you. You draw a subtle breath upon feeling your emotions pooling in your eyes. "Thank you."

Kylian felt the weight of your otherwise simple words, taking context from the way you were looking at him. "I'll always be here for you."

With that, he reluctantly closed the door behind him, trudging to the bedroom closest to you.

The room spun as you laid down on your favorite pillow, beyond comfortable under the duvet you picked out yourself. You wished you never went drinking tonight. If you'd just stayed home and pigged out on ice cream you wouldn't have to face the truth that's been slowly crawling to the surface.

Your eyes shut much too quickly to really explore the sentiments you've uncovered tonight, but that's probably for the best.

Kylian's mind was racing and he only hoped you couldn't hear how loud his brain was from the next room. Under the guilt and self-pity he's been swimming in for weeks, he finally felt a sliver of optimism beginning to grow inside of him. It was such a tender feeling, a feeling he let lull him to sleep, content knowing you were just on the other side of that wall.

A/N: The amount of times this deleted..... I was going crazy. Thank god that I started saving every draft on Google Drive or else I probably would have stopped writing out of frustration. Big things coming for (Y/N) and Kylain! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'm sorry about having to make Haaland an asshole bc I really do love him. It was just to move the plot along <3. Also I didn't know all of the soccer terms in english so forgive me if I messed any of that up. Love all of you and thanks for reading!

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F O O T B A L L :

Jude Bellingham

Texts | Part 1

Kylian Mbappé

One More Dance | Fluff

Payback | Fluff

Bitter | Fluff

Day Off | Fluff

Tickles | Fluff

Expecting the Unexpected | Angst + Fluff

Tie the Knot | Fluff

Fender Bender | Angst + Fluff

Ferrari Fangirl | Fluff

One Night Stand | Angst + Fluff

Daddy’s Princess | Fluff

Falling for You | Angst + Fluff

Kiss & Makeup | Angst + Fluff

Friends with Benefits | Fluff

Trust Issues | Angst + Fluff

Texts | Part 1

Mason Mount

Party Aftermath | Angst + Fluff

Summer Break(Up) | Fluff

Neymar Jr.

Daddy Duties | Fluff

F O R M U L A 1 :

Lando Norris

Seeking His Attention | Fluff

Veiled Emotions P1 P2 | Fluff

Prank & Payback | Fluff

Lewis Hamilton

Night Owl | Fluff

Confession | Fluff

Wingman | Fluff

Texts | Part 1

Jealousy | Fluff

Fantasize | Smut + Fluff

Icebreaker | SMAU

Daniel Ricciardo

PDA | Fluff

[kevjrr]

Title: Bad Day

Summary: Neymar is having a bad day and he does not want company. He had made that clear but someone knocks on his door anyway. Spoiler alert: it’s Leo who just wants to help and Ney doesn’t mind one bit.

Pairing: Neymessi [Neymar and Messi]

Tags: Tooth rotting fluff, mutual pinning, very, very low key hurt/comfort

Third person’s POV

Neymar is having a bad day. Why? Firstly, Davi was supposed to come tomorrow but his flight got delayed because of bad weather. He understands, really he does, but he had so much planned as it was his day off and he could have spent the whole day with him. No interruptions.

Secondly, he woke up with the worst migraine known to men, causing him to mess up countless times in practice. To the point that even Masche had asked him if he was alright. His coach has never sent him this many dirty looks in a single day before.

And thirdly, there is a new rumor about him floating around. He has seen articles saying that he is apparently dating a Spanish model named Camila. He has only met her ONCE, at a party. He had merely shook her hand too, it was not as if he kissed her cheek or something. He has only recently broken up with Bruna. What are his friends thinking of him now?

So yes, he is having a bad day and for once, he does not want company. He is pretty sure his moody aura at training had made that abundantly clear, so why is someone knocking on his door? At - he turns to look at his clock - 9 pm?

Sighing, he chugs his glass of water in one go and goes to open the door, gasping when he sees who is behind it. It’s Leo, looking soft and cuddly in his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. His irritation flies out of the window. He can never stay angry at Leo.

On the contrary, Neymar wants to hug him and never let go. He swears that one whole night of cuddles with the man will be enough to solve half of his problems. Sadly, he does not think that Leo will be down for that.

"Ney? Can I come in?" The man in question asks.

"Yes. Yes, sorry." The Brazilian moves to the side, allowing him to slip inside.

"Did you tidy up? Your house looks neater than last time." Leo comments, looking around.

Neymar clears his throat, slightly embarrassed, "Uh yeah. It wasn't looking very...nice."

The Argentine does not reply to that, he only hums. Whether in agreement or just to show that he is paying attention, Ney has no idea.

He raises a brow in confusion when Leo does not walk towards the living room, he makes a bee-line for the kitchen instead.

"Where are you going?"

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll cook something or do you want takeout?"

Neymar almost bumps into a wall in surprise. "How did you know that?!"

Leo opens a cabinet and takes a bag of spaghetti out before turning towards the younger man, "I just do. Takeout or should I cook this?" He asks again, waving the bag around.

Ney shakes his head to try to break out of his stupor. What does he mean by he just knows? There were even dishes in the sink from the day before.

He decides that it might be better not to question him.

"Take out. You don't have to cook-"

"Cooking, it is then."

"I just said-"

"Take out isn't good for you. And I asked what you wanted to eat not what I have or do not have to do. If you don't want me to cook solely because you think it'll bother me then I'm cooking because it does not. Not if it's for you."

Ney's jaw drops and his cheeks turn red. He is still not used to Leo's blatant favouritism towards him. Yes, 'favoritism'. There is no other way to put it.

For the past few months, he kept offering Neymar rides to their training centre and to his house. He would also offer to take him out for dinner or lunch or even ask him to come to his apartment to hang out. Alone. The older man would set up the Brazilian's favorite game and cook for him if he stays long enough. He has also been more affectionate, that is, hug him more often or simply linger a little more than strictly necessary whenever they accidentally touch each other.

The younger man does not know how to handle his idol, his crush -yes, he has a crush on him- sudden increase in interest and attention, so he usually just shyly goes with it. Ignoring the guys' curious looks ever time. Thankfully, none of them ever comment on it. Be it out of the goodness of their heart because they can sense that Neymar is as clueless as them or because meddling in Leo's business never ends well.

Don't get him wrong while the attention - dare he say, affection-definitely confuses him, he loves it. And he hopes it never stops. Sue him, he's getting used to it.

"Sit."

Neymar jumps in surprise.

"What?"

The Argentine chuckles and gestures towards the counter. "You should sit, instead of just standing there staring off into space."

“Do you want some help?"

"Ney, you can't cook." Leo deadpans, looking slightly amused.

"I can still help!" The taller retorts indignantly however he does not try to defend his -rather, lack of- cooking skills. He knows he cannot cook and he still has that annoying headache but this does not mean he is entirely useless. He can still cut up veggies or stir the dish.

"Just sit and relax, Ney. I got this." He replies, gently opening and closing drawers and cabinets in search of whatever he needs next.

Seeing him trying so hard to not make a lot of noise makes Neymar wonder if he knows about his headache too. No, that will be absurd.

Ney moves a can of tomatoes away before hopping on the counter. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out as he stares at Leo walking around his kitchen as if he owns it. He likes the idea of that. Of them sharing a kitchen. A house. Just the two of them owning an apartment together, waking up and going to sleep next to each other.

Ney winces lowly, thinking so hard is making his migraine worse.

Just on cue, Leo stops stirring and sets the spoon down. He then moves towards Neymar and places his hands on the counter, on either sides of the younger man's hips.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." He replies automatically. Trying his best not to squirm under the other man's intense gaze.

"You sure? Because you seemed to have a headache earlier. At practice."

"Wha-what? How-"

"You wanted to do indoor drills."

"So...?"

"You hate indoor drills."

Neymar shuts his mouth with a clack. He does hate them. And he has definitely made it very obvious with his constant complaints in the past, whenever they were forced to do them.

The sunlight was making his head hurt even more and he kept losing focus, so he decided that it was finally time to stop running away from those drills but connecting his insistence on doing them to a headache sounded like a stretch.

"Why did you think of a headache though?"

"You looked like you were in pain and you kept clutching your head. It looks like it's still bugging you, I'm sorry I didn't notice immediately. Do you wanr me to-"

"Don't apologize." The Brazilian pauses and hesitates for a total of one second before taking Leo's hand in his, squeezing it.

The Argentine gives him a relieved smile before breaking eye contact to look at their intertwined fingers. "I wanted to ask you about it earlier but you left so quickly."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I was just..." He trails off, not sure in how much details he was willing to go just yet.

Leo studies him for a moment. After seemingly finding what he was searching for, he lets go of his hand and pats his hips. Then, he backs away, going back to stirring. Neymar tries not to feel disappointed, he loved having him so close.

"Tell me if the pain increases, yeah?" He asks - demands - still looking at the dish.

Neymar breathes a sigh of relief. Not sure why he was even worried to begin with. This is Leo. Leo who will never force him to do anything.

"Yes. I'll tell you if it does."

"Good."

He smiles at the older man's approving tone.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" He asks when Leo starts to cut an onion.

"No, don't worry."

"Are you sure sure?"

"Yes, Ney. I'm sure sure." He replies indulgently, trying to hide his smile.

"Why don't you wash your hands? I'm almost done."

"Okay." He jumps off the counter and goes to wash them in the bathroom, not wanting to disturb the other man who's now filling a jug with water.

When Neymar returns, Leo was already sitting at the table with two plates of food in front of him.

He looks up when he hears footsteps

“Wait. Come sit beside me." He says when Ney starts to pull the chair across of him.

The younger man's eyebrows lift up in surprise but he obeys immediately. Happy to be able to sit closer to Leo."Thank you for the food!" He exclaims as he inhales the delicious aroma of the dish. Its making his mouth water.

"No need to thank me."

Ney smiles in response, his cheeks tinting red and takes a bite.

"It's so good." He borderline moans. The taste is divine, as always. Everything the elder man makes tastes absolutely delicious.

Leo ducks his head, suddenly feeling shy. "I'm glad you think so."

"Of course I do!" The Brazilian replies absentmindedly as he scarfs down the food.

"Slow down before you choke, Ney." The elder scolds, his ears red. Compliments from the other man always makes him blush. He was working on this problem but he hasn't been very successful.

"Yes. Yes." Neymar responds, smiling sheepishly, embarrassed.

They eat in silence, enjoying each other's company, before the youngest breaks it.

Ney can tell that Leo wants to ask him about why he was in such a bad mood in training, from his constant fidgeting and sneaky glances. He only fidgets when he's surrounded by too many people and is uncomfortable or because something is eating at him.

He is sure that despite wanting to know, the Argentine will not ask him about it. Simply because Ney had backed out of telling him earlier. After thinking about it, he wants to tell him. He wants to let it out. Plus, again, this is Leo and Neymar usually has no qualms on sharing everything with him.

The said man listens quietly, he does not interrupt once. Not even when Ney works himself up, the stress catching up to him. He just maintains eye contact with him, trying to provide him with silent encouragement and comfort. He wanted Ney to look let all of his frustrations out.

It's only when he's done that Leo moves. He takes the taller man into his arms and rubs his back soothingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Ney. Davi will come very soon and we’ll see if you can have another day off before he leaves, okay? I’ll help you ask. And none of us believed that rumor. No one that matters believe it, Ney. Promise.” He whispers into his ear, trying to get his point across. Leo hates seeing the usually cheerful Brazilian so down. It doesn’t suit him.

Ney sniffles, burrowing his head in the older man’s chest. “You’ll help?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t believe it?”

“No, Ney. Why else do you think that nobody asked you about it? We know it’s bullshit.”

Neymar giggles at his words, “You cursed.”

The older man smiles fondly. “Yes, I did.” He replied, kissing his temple gently. “And we are all allowed to have bad days, so forget about your mistakes in training. It’s normal to make them, I made some too and I didn’t even have a headache.”

Neymar lets his words sink in. “Okay.” He murmurs against Leo’s chest.

“You worried us today. Next time, don’t run away from us. Talk to us, to me. We don’t mind you being in a bad mood. At all, we just want to help.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you guys…you really don’t mind?” He hates how vulnerable he sounds with all of his questions and insecure tone. His need to confirm. But he needs to know, to make sure.

“Don’t apologize, just try not to do it again. And yes, Neymar. We, I, don’t.” Leo uses his full name, emphasizing how serious he is.

“I’ll try. Definitely.” Neymar promises, beaming up at the other man.

“Good. Now, finish your food before it gets cold.” He orders, pressing one last kiss on the younger man’s forehead. He cannot help but squeeze him tightly for a few seconds before letting go.

Ney does just that. Cheeks red and marveling at how easy it is for the older man to make him feel better. Even his headache is almost gone.

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And maybe, just maybe, Neymar gets his wish of cuddling Leo all night long fulfilled. No one can resist his puppy eyes after all, let alone Leo - who has no reason to even try to resist them.

[graveyardvalentinee]

I have an idea: What about Ney and the reader fighting about something dumb maybe like he is not helping around the house even when she asks. Kylian and Hakimi are trying to make peace, and they say something like, "So you guys wanted to tell us something," and Ney "Oh yeah, we are engaged" ❤️

yesss thank you so much for the request i love it!!

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surprise / neymar jr

pairing : Neymar x reader

“Food is ready!” I hear Neymar call from the kitchen.

He insisted on cooking tonight , he even decided to invite Kylian and Hakimi over so that he could tell them the secret we’ve been keeping in.

Me and the guys walk into the kitchen , Kylian and Hakimi snickering at Neymar’s cooking attire - a hot pink apron with the words “kiss the chef” on it.

“I assume the apron is hinting at Y/N - unless you’d want Hakimi to go up there and give you a nice smooch brother.” Kylian says through laughter.

I can’t help but laugh myself too.

“Alright alright laugh all you want - but yes the apron is hinting towards my beautiful girlfriend.” Ney says walking in my direction and giving me a short kiss.

“Girlfriend hmm?” I whisper in his ear

“The reason why I invited them over is to tell them querida. Go and get the ring from upstairs - I want to announce it before we begin eating.” He chuckles in my ear giving my hip a slight squeeze.

We turn around and see Hakimi fake throwing up in the sink with Kylian holding a hand covering his mouth as if he’s about to barf too.

“Total drama queens.” Neymar whispers to me.

“Okay okay are we going to eat or not ? Or did you just make us come all the way over here to remind us we’re desperately single?” Kylian says , rolling his eyes jokingly.

[ let’s pretend like Hakimi is single ]

“We will eat - soon. Me and Y/N have an announcement to make before.” Neymar excitedly says. He’s been dying to tell anyone about our engagement.

Hakimi groans loudly and throws his arms up in the air. “Kylian we should have just gotten something on the way if we knew chef Neymar would make us wait this long for one meal.”

“I’ll be right back and then we can eat.” I say going up the stairs laughing , still hearing the guys complain to Ney about the wait on the food and how they’ve been waiting since practice to eat.

I find the beautiful ring and slip it on , I look over to the picture of me and Neymar on our first date in Brasil.

I smile remembering how he wanted out first official date to be in his homeland , we had asked a local at the beach to take a picture of us with the gorgeous sunset in the back , Ney standing behind me with his arms around my waist and his face buried in my neck - and me holding his arms smiling into the camera.

But my smile dies down when I see that Neymar still hasn’t fixed his clothes.

He has one job - one. And it’s been 3 days , that clothes has been laying there for 3 days.

I do the laundry and he puts away only his portion of the clothes. It’s simple.

But no. He can’t do that can he?

Every single time I have to remind him.

Sometimes I even do it for him- but no. Not anymore.

I know it’s stupid to get mad over it but it’s the only job he has around the house. And it’s tiring that he doesn’t even do the one simple task I ask of him.

I storm down the stairs.

“Neymar Da Silva Santos Junior! You have one job around here. You can count on one hand the job you have around this house - because it’s only ONE - and it’s to put away your clothes. It’s the third day it’s been there and I know you see it every time you walk into our bedroom.” I say marching into the dining room where I spot Neymar sitting at the end of the table.

“What? Y/N what are you talking about?” He says , genuinely looking confused.

Is he serious ?

“What am I talking about ? I’m talking about your stack of clothes that’s been sitting in the room for days. All you have to do is pick it up and put it away. It does not take more than 5 minutes of your day.”

“Oh yeah the clothes. Eh I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow ? Really. You always say that. But what do you do instead ? You go and play poker as soon as you get home - or you play that stupid video game your obsessed with.” I say scoffing.

“Y/N that is not true! If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have this house.” He argues back , raising his voice just a bit.

“Guys calm down , let’s just eat.” Hakimi interjects

“Yeah come on Y/N have a seat - let’s enjoy what Neymar cooked.” Kylian says calmly.

“I know that Neymar! And I am extremely proud of you and grateful for everything you’ve done for the both of us but accomplishing all of that comes with responsibilities- and one of those is doing the simple task of putting your clothes away.”

“Why are you scolding me as if you are my mother!” Neymar scoffs getting up from his seat.

“Guys let’s just both sit down-”

“If I wasn’t here to tell you it would sit there collecting dust.” I laugh bitterly , looking at Neymar angrily.

“Let’s be reasonable both of you-”

“Maybe I would want it to!” Neymar shoots back at me.

“Well that’s just great isn’t it ? Have fun wearing dusty disgusting clothes.” He’s getting on my last nerve.

“I sure will. I’ll look utterly amazing -” he tries to continue arguing with me until Kylian interrupts him.

“Can the both of you please sit down and be quiet!”

I huff and take a seat next to Neymar - the only available seat. He huffs even louder and sits back down scrapping his chair against the marble floor.

“Really ? You just had to do that ?” I say annoyed.

“Another thing to add to the list of things I do that annoy you huh?” He says cocking his head to the side and giving me a look.

“Oh yes the list just keeps piling-”

“Don’t you two have news for us! Id love to hear it!” Hakimi says loudly - fronting a nervous smile , looking between both of us.

I turn to look at Neymar and see his face emotionless.

“Surprise!” He says sarcastically, lifting my hand in the air and displaying the beautiful diamond on my finger for the guys to see.

“Y/N and I got engaged, but after her remarks about me I’m not sure she wants to be engaged to me.” He says nonchalantly.

“That is not true! I just don’t like how I have to remind you to do a simple thing a child could do.”

Hakimi and Kylian both look at each other speechless.

“Holy shit man! You finally did it. Congratulations to the both of you!” Hakimi happily says , getting up and patting Neymar on his back , also giving me a hug and examining the ring on my finger.

“Y/N you have no idea , this man’s been planning the proposal for months ! Asking us our opinions on rings and where to do the proposal. He’d be pacing around the locker rooms asking Messi how he proposed to Antonella just to make the proposal perfect.” Kylian says next - lightly laughing giving Neymar a tight hug , and me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly hearing that makes the whole situation that happened 3 minutes ago erase from my mind.

“You really did all that ? For me ? For us ?” I ask looking into his piercing eyes.

“We’ll leave you two.” Kylian and Hakimi both say disappearing into the backyard.

“Of course I did all of that for you. I’d do anything for you Y/N - just to be able to call you my wife. To be able to wake up next to you every day and be able to call you mine - and hopefully in the future be able to call you the mother of my kids. Because I love you , and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life. Nothing could ever change that.” He says walking up to me and cupping my face.

“And I promise you from now on I’ll fold all the clothes - even yours. Hell , I might even learn how to the laundry for you.” He says chuckling , resting his forehead on mine.

“I love you - so so much. More than you’d ever know Juhnino , and you’ll have me forever - because I want us forever. Not even a stupid argument over you putting away your clothes could change that.” I say softly laughing and connecting our lips.

“But I think I’ll stick to washing the clothes amor , I don’t want to have a broken washing machine when we just got that one.”

He shakes his heads and laughs , kissing me once more with passionately.

I’ll never get tired of his kisses.

“Are you two finally made up? Because that whole thing took away 10 extra minutes of my appetite away.” Hakimi says coming back into the kitchen with Kylian behind him.

“You know how he gets when he doesn’t eat - it’s not pretty.” Kylian whispers to me and Neymar.

“I heard that! Don’t forget who’s the one that got nutmegged today in practice.”

“We’re here to celebrate Y/N and Neymar’s engagement not talk about football.”

“Yeah yeah keep making up excuses - you know I got you good.”

Kylian rolls his eyes and we all sit down and start eating.

We talk about all the wedding plans Neymar and I already have , like a wedding in Brasil and one here in Paris. Or how we want two honeymoons - depending on Neymars schedule.

“I can’t believe he finally did it. You two complete each other , and we can all clearly see it. We’re both so happy for you.” Kylian says , Hakimi just hums with a mouthful of food.

“She’s just everything I could have ever asked for.” Neymar says holding my hand and running his thumb over my knuckles.

I lean over and kiss his cheek , realizing this life ahead of me is everything I could have ever wanted and more , with the man of my dreams by my side.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

again , thank you so much for this request ! I hope you enjoy it <3.

[lewishamiltonstuff]

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