#neymar jr imagines

[graneymar]

Could you write neymar x reader

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

#7. NEYMAR: DRUNK IN LOVE

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

[luvneymar]

(1) MAKEOVERS — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: You decided to have a skincare night with neymar, davi and your 7 month pregnant belly.

“ Princesa, are you sure you’re not shaving off my eyebrows?” He asked, lying down on your shared bed comfortably laying between your crossed legs staring up at you. Or atleast trying to, your big belly in the way of your face made it quite hard.

You decided to spend some quality time with your family by doing skincare with Davi & Neymar. All that sweat couldn’t be good for his skin even though it makes him look really hot.

“Relax, I’m just trimming them a little. They’ve gotten a bit, bushy.” You continued you shave off the excess hair off his eyebrows with a facial brush. You felt a little queasy with the baby kicking but shook it off and continued laughing with your sweet, sweet boyfriend.

“Whatever.” He stuck his tongue out at you & sneezed before going back down into your lap. As he moved so suddenly the razor moved along with him and made a slit in his eyebrow. Not too big, not too small.

You continued silently hoping he’d never notice, but pregnancy hormones made your thinking process a bit slowed down. Worrying that the longer you waited the worse his anger would be you decided to tell him. Mustering up the courage took a few minutes (10) before you breathed out his name weakly trying not to cry.

“Ney… I did something. Something bad. But promise you won’t be mad at me.” You stiffened up hearing his “mmh” reply as you slid the mirror as far away from him as possible. You rarely called him by his nicknames so he knew this was serious.

“What happend?” He shot up looking at you with confusion on his face. Handing him the mirror you hid under the pillow with your shaky hands.

“Huh.” He sounded out touching his face examining the damage what just happened. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he combed through his hair.

“Huh?” You whimpered our, hoping he wasn’t upset. He caught your trembling eyes in the background of the mirror. After checking himself out a him more he begun to laugh.

“ Eu pareço, muito bom pra caralho!” [ He whole heartedly laughed checking all the angles. “ So you’re not mad…?”

“You could shave off my eyebrows and I couldn’t be bad you princesa.” He later back down into your lap arms behind his head.

You let out a big sigh of relief as you put the razor away and laid down beside the sleeping toddler Davi, caressing your pregnant belly along with his blonde hair. That one situation alone was enough to stress you to end the skincare night.

Neymar laid down on the other side of him head propped up on his palm. “We’re really having another baby huh?” His eyes went from his son to your eyes that stared right back into his.

“Yeah. We really are. It won’t feel very real until we name her though.” You yawned, closing your eyes slowly laying down on the pillow. You closed your eyes but you weren’t actually sleeping.

“We can find out a name tomorrow Ney.” You muttered falling asleep much slower than you’d like. Within 14 seconds you were already sleeping with Neymar being totally unaware.

After talking for about 5 minutes about potential baby names he realized you were already dozing off. He turned off the lamp and kissed you both goodnight before dozing off himself. “Goodnight princesa, I love you both so much.”

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[calummss]

Neymar Jr Drabble

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summary: neymar’s daughter supporting him at brazil’s first international game of the year

pairing: fem! reader x neymar jr x neymar’s daughter

words: 800

a/n: i hate this tbh, i used google translate too since i don’t speak portuguese

Loud cheers and roars of Brazilian fans filled the stadium, the heavy air packed with people that did not want to leave as losers tonight. Music filled the rest of every corner as cameras got ready to stream the match to the millions of people back home who weren’t able to come tonight.

Sitting at the top rows of the stadium, yellow; green and blue painted the crowds, barely any colour strong enough to overcome the pride of Brazil.

Your daughter, Valentina who turned four a few months ago, would normally occupy the seat right next to you. Munching on some snacks you had brought, or scanning the large green fields to find her Papai whom she adored with the full capacity of her small heart. Instead she was somewhere down in the stadium as she was to walk out with Neymar in the next hour, starting the opening ceremony of Brazil’s first international game of the year.

Valentina was wandering around the halls. All hallways empty, showing no signs of her Papai. Staff would walk past the girl, a quick smile and wave automatically given to her. She was sitting in the hall that opened up to the field when Tite emerged from one of the doors, immediately catching a glimpse of the small curly haired child that had given up and sat against the concrete wall.

‘Olá, Valentina.’ He greeted her with a small smile, his head lowered as she curiously looked up to see a familiar person.

‘Olá.’ She replied shyly.

‘O que você está fazendo aqui?’ [What are you doing here?]

‘Eu não consigo encontrar o papai.’ [I can’t find my daddy.] She pouted, her little feet moving like windscreen wipers, brushing her hair out of her face that revealed her disappointed eyes. ‘Sinto falta dele.’ [I miss him.]

‘Você o perdeu?’ [You miss him?] Tite repeated softly, hands stuffed into his pockets as he felt for the little girl. ‘Espere aqui um segundo, ok?’ [‘Wait here for a second, okay?’]

Valentina nodded, her eyes following him until he rounded a corner and was no longer to be seen. She played with her hands, spinning the bracelet around her wrist as she patiently waited for Tite to return.

The sound of slippers penetrated the silence, Valentina’s head snapping towards the sound’s direction, a small wave of nervousness washing over her.

‘Papai!’ She shot up, running as fast as she could into her father’s arms who picked up his daugher and held her tight, his smile as big as ever as he silently thanked God for his gift that was his daughter.

‘Papai tem um jogo muito importante em um minuto. Você pode me animar enquanto eu jogo, Vali?’ [Papai has a really important game in a minute. Can you cheer me on while I play, Vali?] Neymar softly bounced her up and down, his eyes overcome with love.

‘Mhm,’ she smiled brightly, clinging her arms around his neck as his hand stroked her back gently, letting her rest in his embrace.

When it was time to walk out on the field, Vali did not let go of her father’s neck so instead was carried onto the field, expressions of awe swooning at the sight. All cameras on the father and his daughter that had captured the hearts of millions of fans. A quick kiss before the game and Vali and the other children took off from the field and joined their families in their seats, Vali finally sitting back next to you as she loudly cheered for her father.

When the game ended, Neymar’s arms were already spread wide, waiting to embrace his little girl again. You too joined them and gave him a kiss, ‘Congratulations, you deserve it more than anyone.’

Vali, unaware of the kiss you exchanged, found interest in the football that sat on the vast field. She ran towards the ball, kicking it as hard as she could nearing the goalpost. With her kicks the ball rolled towards the goal and when she kicked the ball for the last time before it rolled behind the line, the cheers of celebrating fans uproared the stadium, Valentina haven caught their eyes as she copied her father’s sport. Neymar and several other players turned around to find out why the fans had mysteriously started cheering, all falling to a state of adoration as little Vali copied her father’s celebration to which shortly after he had run towards her, tackling her to the ground as he showed his love for her to the whole world.

[mrs-santoss]

Can I give you a Hickey? - Neymar imagine

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

[barcaavengers]

Relaxing || Neymar Jr. Imagine || Smut

Note: I am baaaack! The World Cup brought back my Neymar muse and apparently my writing muse. Let's see how long this lasts. This was supposed to end up with his injury but it ended up in smut so....I hope you enjoy it! I'm still rusty since this is the first Imagine I write since...maybe a year or so ago so I apologize in advance.

Tags: Mostly the people that liked my post about this...

@naishaaaaa @champagne-priincess @chrisjevanss @superghostcolorjudge @ilov3sluts @alien-han @hannahzmllr @sofia-123s-things @nobunagas-chatelaine @neffade (some people I was unable to tag for some reason?)

Warning: No plot. Just filthy, horrible smut.

"Get that off your mouth" you scold like a mother to her little kid for chewing on everything. 

"Hm?" But he doesn't look at you. 

"Stop" you tug on his necklace and he spits it out. "Doesn't it taste weird?"

"No…" he is looking at the TV and starts fidgeting with the blanket. 

"Hey," you call and he finally looks at you, "Talk to me."

"Just anxious…" he says with a shrug. He has been watching the replays of some of the games. The closer it got to his games in the World Cup, the more you felt him tense. 

He was still him. Happy, funny, charismatic, but you could see more ahead and notice his little ticks, like chewing on his necklace. 

You place your phone on the night stand and turn to him, reaching for his hand. "Relax, okay? You got this. Your team does." You kiss the inside of his hand and he smiles softly. "Don't throw the world over your shoulder, okay?"

"The fans are expecting so much, and look how things have gone so far…"

"Doesn't mean it would go the same for you guys" you point out. "Yeah, you don't have your bunch of old teammates but the ones you have are doing very well. That's what you told me. You are not the only player." 

"I know…" he runs his hand through his face and the other one tightens around yours. "I'm confident we can win, just not how they expect."

"If you can win, that's what matters" he smiles and tugs your hand so he is now side hovering on top of you making you giggle. "Just relax, baby. Stop watching those replays. They are tensing you" you squeeze his shoulder before running your hand through his hair. "No World Cup hairstyle planned at the last minute?" You tease, just to change the subject. 

"Nah. I think I am old for that."

"Ney, you are thirty" you glare at him. 

"Adult thirty."

"You are still a kid" you hit his shoulder playfully, and he acts hurt. "What? Did I hurt your muscle? Need some pain relief after that?" You joke. 

"Shut up" he playfully struggles to get on top of you, his hands reaching for yours as you try to push him off, but obviously you didn't want to. "Who is thirty now, hm?" He says while you keep squirming under him before he pins them above your head. 

"Youuuu" you drew out and his eyes squint as he laughs. 

God you loved to see him smile and relax. You'd do anything to keep it permanent. 

"Hey" he calls after you two stop playing around. "I need to go soon." He brushes his nose against yours. 

Oh yes. Somehow he managed to sneak out of the team's hotel to stay at yours. 

"I know" you sigh and your bodies relax against one another. He shifts his weight so he is now resting his head on your chest and your arms go around him. "Remind me again how you will sneak back in?"

"Secret" he mutters as he snuggles. 

"Mhm" you hum and run your fingers through his hair. "I love you, Ney" you mutter, "Whatever happens…I'll be here" you assure him. You knew his little insecurity of not being good enough for someone to stay with him through everything. You wanted to assure him that you'd always be there. And he secretly loved it when you blurted it out of the blue. 

"Thank you, princess" you feel him smile and he shifts his weight and kisses the exposed skin of your chest. You were wearing a simple sleepwear dress with spaghetti straps, so they would slip around every now and then so he took advantage of it. "I love you too" he looks up at you.  

"Wanna play some COD to distract yourself?"

"Nah, I'll wait for the glitches to go away on the next update" he shrugs and then he looks at you, hazel green eyes turning dark.

Oh no. 

"No" you say firmly. 

"What?!" He sounds offended. 

"I know that look Da Silva. Answer is no."

"What look?!" He pretends to hide it, but he is getting a cheeky grin. 

"You know!"

"I swear I'm not doing anything! Just loving on my girl!" He says, yet his lips press closer to the top of your breast. 

"No!"

"Okay, then, why not?"

"We can't…before the match."

"Myth" he says and shifts so he is now facing you from on top. "You don't have to do anything. Just-"

"You have to go or it will get late" you have to be strong or this one can convince you to do anything. 

"It would help me relax" he grins, you glare at him. "You know that actually helps me" he says in his defense. And then he does the eye thing….those beautiful hazel eyes just shining…

"Okay but that's it. Nothing else. I'm serious."

"I know" he grins, pushing himself on his forearms to reach your lips and kiss you.

The way his lips moved against yours so softly was something you'd never get tired of. His lips enclosing around your bottom lip, his tongue peaking teasingly as he smiled. He knew what he was doing. 

One of his hands moves to cup under your chin, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss and his tongue meets yours and, the habit he had, of pulling away a few inches and licking your lips. Weird, but for some reason you found it…hot. 

He moves to your neck, kissing down with a little nip in a few spaces making you squirm. His hand on your neck drops to your shoulders, his fingertips brushing your skin as he pulls the straps of your dress down your shoulder so his next move was comfortable. He pulls down the front of your dress and looks up at you, his eyes finding yours. 

He pulls the front lower until one of your breasts is exposed. His thumb brushes against your nipple, tugging at it to get its attention. You bite your lip and he smirks before leaning down. His tongue comes out to flick on it, once, then twice, then repeatedly. Your fingers move around his hair soothingly, eyes closing to enjoy the feeling of his wet tongue flickering over your nipple, his hand moving to grope gently on the other one making you hum in pleasure. You feel him stop and your eyes flutter open enough to see him licking his own lips, looking up at you and shifting his body to the side before taking your nipple between his lips again. 

Your head falls back at the sensation,  feeling his lips suck on your nipple as he gropes harder on your other breast making you moan. The view of him with messy hair, shirtless and sucking on your breast was just a sight for you. You swear you could cum right there and then. He pulls away from that one, giving it a flick with his tongue to move to the other one. He let's go of your breast and slides his hand to your thigh, slowly pulling up the end of your dress and sneaking his hand into your underwear. 

His finger is quick to find your wetness and he grunts against your breast. He covers his index finger in your wetness before moving it to your clit and you gasp when he touches it. "Ney…" you breathe out, tugging slightly on his hair. He continues to move it around, playing with your wetness that was now starting to move down your thigh. 

"Shhh" he whispers. "I got you" and with that his finger slips inside of you and your lips part. His finger moves around slowly, massaging your walls and pulling out to collect some more. "So wet for me, princess…" he hums and pulls his hand out of your panties and brings his finger to your lips which you part to taste yourself. "Shit…" he grunts as your tongue moves around his finger. "That's my girl…See how good you taste…" 

He pulls his finger out and slips it in your underwear again, this time using two fingers to collect your wetness, but not without teasing you. He presses against your bundle of nerves and starts rubbing on it rapidly, making your hips buck. "Oh….yes…" you gasp and arch your back. 

"Come on, baby. Let me have you…" he whines. "You are so wet…" he slips his finger out again and puts it in his mouth, moaning around his finger and you watch him as he savors you. "So good…" You can feel yourself getting wetter by just looking at him. 

You shift your position so you are facing him since he is on his side, reaching between your bodies to reach for his hard on that was already poking on your thigh. He pushes his shorts down, raising his hips and tugging on them. "We have to be quick…" you rush. As much as you wanted to enjoy him, he had to be at the hotel at a certain time and it was already close. You didn't want to get him in any trouble. 

He reaches around your waist and grabs onto your butt cheek, pulling you close to him. You reach for your dress, trying to take it off by almost sitting up but Neymar had other plans. He reached for your waist and pulled you on top of him. "Better? That way I don't use too much energy" he winks at you. 

"You are unbelievable" you smirk and lean down to kiss him. Your lips moving against his plump ones in a heated kiss. His hands reach for your butt, running his hands around it before pulling on the hem of the dress and bringing it slightly up so it was exposed. He bites onto your lip before giving you a slap on your rear making your eyes widen. "Really?"

"What? This?" He slaps your rear again and you hiss, your heat now rubbing against his hard on through your underwear. "You love it", another one and your teeth catch the corner of your lip. You don't say anything, just move your body to the right position so you can start moving your hips against his own. Your forehead rests against his as you raise your hips and bring them down, repeating the movement back and forth.

Neymar didn't seem to find what to do with his hands. They were roaming all over your body, touching every curve, gripping on your waist as you moved against him, helping you move exactly the way he wanted to so you wouldn't tease. "Princess…" the way his voice sounded so deep turned you on. He holds your waist with one hand to stop your moves, using his free to move your underwear to the side. You fix your posture to sit on him as he uses the hand on your waist to hold his cock up so you could sink down. 

You take him in slowly, inch by inch, savoring how good the friction was of him as he slid through your walls. Your eyes were closed, lips pressed together, one hand holding yourself up on his chest and the other one holding your hair back. A grunt leaves his lips once he is, and you both stay still for a moment. 

Neymar lets your dress drop and reaches for the hand on his chest, interlocking your fingers together and reaching for the other one, doing the same. Your hips start moving slowly forward, his hands steadying you as you do. His hazel green eyes looked at your body with lust as you moved on him. 

And damn did he look so good like this. His skinny arms extended out to you as he held your hands, his hips swiftly moving every now and then searching for that spot that he knew would make you reach your high faster. He just knew your body. 

And you knew his. You know how much he loves when you leave a trail of kisses starting from his neck down to the waistband of whatever he was wearing. His earlobe was a weak spot for him, even with his earrings, you'd bite and tug at it and he would let out a soft moan that would drive you crazy. 

You start bouncing on his lap. Every sit down echoing through the room, and it drove you to cloud nine when you closed your eyes and focused on it. He lets go of your hands and reaches for your hips, helping you move as you use your knees to push yourself up, throwing your head back as your boyfriend found the right spot. 

"Right there?" He asks and you can only nod your head, running a hand through your hair to push it back, the other one searching for the hem of your dress and once it does you pull it off, Neymar helping. Then in a matter of seconds, you are on your back, Neymar pushing deep into you and staying still as he moves to rest on his forearms. "Hey."

"Hi" you grin and he chuckles. He kisses your forehead, then the bridge of your nose before snapping his hips against you hard and you gasp. "Fuck…" 

"I know, baby" he mutters, his hand reaching for your hair and pulling at it harshly making your back arch as he starts setting the pace. Your legs were wide open to have him in between and the way he was positioned was making your joints burn a little, but it was a different kind of burn. The way he slid in and out of you due to your wetness was giving him all the green lights to thrust into you from any way he wanted. 

He sat up and pulled you closer by your legs so you were almost resting on his. He held onto them and started thrusting again making you moan louder in pleasure. Your body felt on fire as he did, no matter how hard he pulled at your hair when he thrusted. He knew you liked it anyway, and he never pulled hard enough that you couldn't handle.

One leg he moves to rest on his shoulder, he moves to hover over your other one before thrusting quickly into you, his eyes closing as he licked his lips. "Don't stop…" you pant as you start feeling yourself tighten around him and feeling that familiar throb. His hand reaches for one of your breasts, holding onto it as he continued his moves. Your back arches when he starts playing with your nipple, tugging and running his forefinger around it. 

Your own hands are holding on to the side of his thigh while the other one tugs at the bedsheet underneath you. "You close, baby?" Neymar asks between breaths and your head nods. He stops his moves and quickly changes positions, hand on your waist and he moves you so you are laying upside down, your knees moving under you before Neymar positions you. He could be bossy without saying anything, he would just handle you and place you however he wanted. 

Your boyfriend finds his rhythm again while you are trying your best to hold yourself up, and he was holding you by your hip, but his thrusts were too powerful, even making the bed squeak under you. They were turning erratic, his groans getting mixed with your moans as they got louder when he found your spot. He took advantage of it and repeatedly reached it, changing the angle for it. "Fuck!" You couldn't hold back the curses coming from you at this point. Your walls tighten around him, feeling his cock throbbing against them. He pushes you so you are laying down flat, you feel him lay on top of you as he keeps his movements. His tongue runs on your neck before biting at it and kissing it, then your earlobe where he whispers between pants how good you are taking him and that he was close with that tone filled with lust. 

A few more thrusts and your toes are curling when it is too much, knuckles turning white from holding tightly onto the sheets as you find your release with a cry of pleasure. One of his hands gives up and lands on top of yours, holding tightly on top of it as he gives you a final thrust and you feel his warmth inside of you, his moan going right into your ear. 

After a few seconds, he kisses under your ear and chuckles. "So much for not using too much energy, huh?" You tease as your face turns to the side. 

"You said we had to be quick, you were teasing" he kisses your cheek before raising himself from on top of you and sitting up, smacking your rear before rolling off. 

"I was not" you say defensively as you turn on your back and push your hair off your sweaty face. 

"Yeah yeah" he mocks as he holds his hands out for you. "Need help getting up?" He gives you a side smirk and you fill your eyes before taking his hands and he pulls you up, quickly bending down to pick you up. "I can't see you tomorrow" he says as he carries you to the bathroom. 

"Glad we got that clear" you nod your head. 

"Or maybe I could just-"

"No. No maybes" you say firmly.

"Fine" he puts you down in the shower before turning on the water, which came out as cold as the Arctic.

"Neymar!" You gasp and he just laughs before you take his hand and pull him to you. 

He is laughing and squirming, trying to get away from the cold water and reaching to change it but between your fits of laughter he couldn't. And that was enough for you to know that you have distracted him and that he was letting go of the tension, and you wish to keep it that way. 

[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.

[kylianswifey]

Who's Most Likely? - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that sounds fun, I'm in." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is Neymar's first tattoo?"

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

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

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

"Which club did Kylian Mbappe play for first?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Ky. What took you so long?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can comment your thoughts on the writing. Thank you!

[neyslover]

human chair

i’ve been with neymar ever since davi was only a few months old.

i loved watching him grow, and i soon realized i wanted a kid of my own.

davi and isabella have a 4 year difference, which is perfect.

davi is the best older brother anyone could ask for.

whenever davi sits on the floor crisscross style, she always sits on him as if he’s a chair.

the first couple of times, davi doesn’t know how to react and pushes her off.

but lately, he’s been accepting it.

me, ney, and our two children were all sitting down watching a movie.

ney and isa had just came back from the kitchen, isa running over to davi who was sitting on the floor.

she sat on his lap, and he wrapped his hands around her.

ney took a picture and posted it on his story, typing “best brother ❤️” and putting the text next to them.

“i love our family.” i smiled watching them.

“me too.” he kissed my head.

[jusalle]

• Neymar Jr Imagine •

~ I can only have you~

Right now you and Neymar were heading to Neymars practice. For the past 4 weeks he's been practically begging you to go with him to his practice to meet his team.

You kept declining because you had a busy schedule just like Neymar. You played for Barcelona and you were a great player and a well known player so you were always going somwhere.

Finally you had a week off so you accepted Ney's offer to meet his team. Plus you knew he'll keep bugging you and you didn't know anyone on the team.

But you might recognize somone if you see them but you doubted that you'll see somone you'll know

"You excited to meet the team Meu Amor?" Neymar said happily

"Yeah, they seem like there nice people, I only know Richarlison, I don't know anyone else on the team" you said smiling

"Is Richarlison going to be there?" You said

"Yeah the whole team is, Richarlison will be happy to see you again after so long. Your schedule is always so busy especially Barcelona's schedule" Ney said

Once you guys got to the stadium, you helped Ney with his bags and started walking to the locker rooms.

You two entered the locker rooms and it was empty. That's when you knew Ney was late to practice right now.

"You idiot, why didn't you tell me we were late" you glared at Ney

"I didn't want you to worry Meu Amor" Ney said nervously as you continued to glare

You guys walked out the lockerooms and started walking to the field.

Once you guys got on the field you saw the team practicing

"Y/N!" You heard a voice yell as they tackled you into a hug

Then you instantly recognize it as Richarlison

"Your going to squeeze me to death Richarlison" you said laughing as he let's you go

"I haven't seen you in so long Y/n, but it's nice to see you" He said smiling happily

"It's nice to see you to Pombo" you grinned

Then you looked behind Richarlison and see the whole team staring.

Ney sensed how uncomfortable you were when everyone was staring at you.

"This is Y/n my fiance"

Everyone said there hellos and introduced themselves and they all seemed sweet.

But 1 teamate was missing

Then in the distance you see Ney talking to one of his teamates but you haven't met that specific teamate.

Neymar sees you staring and waves and calls you over.

As you start getting closer you look at the guy Neymar was talking to.

He looks up at you.

It's Silva

"Silva?"

"Y/n?"

You walk up to him and give him and hug. You were shocked to see Thaigo here. You knew Thaigo because a few years ago he went to one of your games.

You pulled away from the hug and he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles and you smile at the small gesture.

Then you saw Ney walk away which suprised you but you brushed it off since maybe he wanted to practice.

"I didn't know you played for Brazil Thaigo" you said intrigued

"Yeah, the last time I saw you was at one of my games at Chelsea" He laughed

From there you guys began talking and catching up on old times.

After awhile Thaigo had to practice with the rest of the team and you watched Neymar.

But you noticed he was acting off. Everytime you gave him water he wouldn't even accept it or anytime he made a goal he didn't even spare you a glance. It all made you confused. You tried to think what you had done but nothing came in mind.

After the practice everyone went into the Lockerooms and it was only you and Ney

Then you see Thaigo leaving the stadium

"Bye Silva" you waved goodbye

"Bye Princesa" he smiled and left

Then you heard somone scoff.

It was Neymar

Thats when everything in your head clicked

Neymar was Jealous of Thaigo

"Meu Amor" you said softly

Ney didn't awnser

"Neymar"

Still didn't awnser

"Neymar why are you jealous of Thaigo?"

"I didn't bring you here to flirt with people" Ney said harshly

"Ney I wasn't flirting with anyone" you said softly, trying to not make an argument

"Neymar, I knew Thaigo from awhile go. He met me at one of my games, it's nothing else Ney, trust me."

He scoffed again

"You fucking sure about that, he was looking at you as if-"

"Meu Amor your overreacting, just listen to-"

"I don't fucking care Amor, your mine and mine only" Neymar said starting to get angry

"I can only have you" Ney said lowly

You didn't like when Ney got upset or angry so you decided to calm him down.

You both sides of his face and turn his face towards you.

"I'm yours Neymar, I'm yours" you said softly to Ney

Once he heard that his body relaxed and he closed his eyes

"Kiss me Amor"

"Ney wha-"

He grabs you chin and kisses you softly

"I'm sorry Amor for acting like that..it was childish, your right, I did overreact.

"It's fine Neymar, I understand but I only love you Ney, I'm yours and I'm not anyone else's. Let's go home now? Does that sound good Meu amor?" You said whispering into his ear.

"Of course Meu Amor" you said softly as you smile at Neymar.

You guys began to walk out the stadium hand in hand

"You know amor my hand fits perfectly with yours" Neymar said smiling and that made your knees go weak

••••

Hello once again my lovelies, I know this one isn't the best but I hope it's enjoyable enough to read😭. But I need more suggestions and I'll gladly accept!

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Misunderstanding

Since you moved to paris two years ago , you couldn’t see your family as much as you wanted .

you always had something going on ;school ;work and lately your relationship , you still talk via texts and facetimes however it’s never the same as sitting down face to face and talking to each other.

With the start of your relationship you have now even less time than before and always felt guilty but with the distance between your family and you , you can’t really do anything to help it .

Today after you were supposed to go to your boyfriend’s game but because you had a bad luck , you accidently dropped coffee on your white pants and it left a big stain on it that’s why wearing white don’t suit you.

You went back home and took a shower while getting ready someone knocks on your house door , you’re not waiting for anyone so that’s was weird .

You go to opened but first you look through the secret eye and you don’t believe who you see so you open the door very fast to make sure from what or who you’re seeing

“y/n , did you miss me?” said your brother who had his arms opened for you to hug him which of course you did hug him, it’s been way too long since you saw him right Infront of you , both of you don’t know how long have you been hugging and who really breaks the hug

“how when what? I can’t even talk” you’re looking at him still not believing your eyes .

“aren’t you going to let me in?”

“yeah my bad, you must be exhausted, get inside” you said to him, rushing him in and closing the door behind you .

Your brother is sitting in the living room and you went to the kitchen “do you want to drink something? Are you hungry? I didn’t prepare anything, we can go out to eat if you feel like it”

“just waster would be fine, I don’t feel like eating”

 pouring water in glass to bring it to him and sit on the other couch

“so tell me everything, how come you’re here and why didn’t you tell me, I would’ve picked you from the airport”

“there is something called surprise, that what I did, I have a vacation for two weeks, I missed my little sister”

Talked about everything back home, about work, where you traveled and then he mentioned his break up with his girlfriend, how it was hard on him, you felt sorry for him but then you remembered the game you were supposed to attend.

Looking at the clock, only half hour left and if you left now you will be late.

“I was supposed to get out to watch my boyfriend’s game” you told your brother.

“your boyfriend is a footballer?” your brother asked

“yeah didn’t i tell you?”

“no I would’ve remembered if you did, if you want you can go, I need to shower and sleep anyways” he yawned and stretches .

“I won’t get in time, you can go and shower, I’ll get the guest room ready” both of you get up, him to the bathroom and you upstairs for the guest room.

You were half way done but get interrupted with the sound of the knocks on the door.

Hurrying to see who that is, “Neymar, what are you doing here?”

“Why are you surprised to see me? Oh wait I know why, you were supposed to come to watch the game and you didn’t” you feel the anger in his voice.

“I’m surprised because the game didn’t end yet” you tell him rolling your eyes.

“because the riff is stupid and gave a red card over nothing” you closed your eyes and sighed .

“why didn’t you come, I was looking for you most of the time and why are we still standing infront the door” he’s eyeing you

“because-“y/n” your brother voice interrupted you and now Neymar eyes is darting between you and your brother .

“are you kidding me?” Neymar looking at you, not believing what he saw.

“ney this is-“your boy toy” he said not waiting for you to finish your sentence, his anger is showing on his face and tone.

“don’t be stupid, this is-“stupid? I am the stupid one ? you have a dude standing with only a towel on his waist in your living room, calling your name” you look back at your brother, him not understanding what’s happening or what Neymar saying since both of you are not speaking in English .

“I can’t believe you’re cheating, you from all people didn’t expect you to do that” he turns to leave your doorway.

“he’s my fucking brother” you screamed at him

He stops in his way and turn back to you “why didn’t you tell me then”  “like you gave me any chance”

You turn to you brother “go wear something”

“no wait he’s your boyfriend ? Neymar ??” he says fanboying and goes to shack neymar’s hand

“I’m a big fan since you were in Barcelona” your brother surprising Neymar

“thank you” he tells him with a small smile.

“go and wear something” you say again

“right” your brother says and hurry upstairs .

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to your game but as you saw , I didn’t know my brother was coming, he surprised me thirty minutes before the game”   you closed the door now he is inside the house.

“I’m sorry for what I said” now he’s closer to you, holding your hand.

“you can’t just get mad and storm without hearing the other person” you shack your head at him .

“again I’m sorry , I was mad that I was sent off and couldn’t find you, you not answering my texts and then seeing a stranger half naked behind you, I couldn’t find it in me to think rationally” caressing your cheek

you hug him “as you said, I will never cheat, that’s not me”

“I know, I was ridicules” he kisses you softly on your lips for a few seconds

“forgive me?” he pulls back to look deeply into your eyes .

“I forgive you” this time you kiss him.

You hear your brother’s cough so you pull back away from the kiss .

“You didn’t tell me you’re dating a superstar”

“will now you know” you say smiling to him .

You get away from your boyfriend and now he is sitting with your brother and talking about football, his time with Barcelona.

You smiled to yourself, hearing what both of them saying about different players, Neymar even shared a few gossips with your brother about the past and some players.

Happy that they’re getting well with each other. You know in the future you’ll laugh about what happened .

[lfc21]

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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Hi me again 😁

Could I request Neymar x reader

In there early 20's

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

#6. NEYMAR: BEACHDAY

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

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

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

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

[blueaetherr]

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

slumber

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

warning(s): descriptions of insomnia

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

22:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

00:15

"Diagonal or horizontal cut?"

"Vertical."

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

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

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

01:30

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

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

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

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

2:53

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

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

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

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

[calummss]

Neymar Jr Drabble

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summary: cute domestic fic of dentistry student reader and neymar because why not

pairing: fem! reader x neymar jr

words: 650

a/n: i dont even keep up with neymar but i saw fans were starving in the ff compartment so i whipped this up. also who do you think will win the world cup?

It was a chilly December day as the midday’s light sprawled across your books that were piling up on the table. Every inch of wood covered with texts, essays, flashcards, books and tools for your study session. Occasionally chills raised goosebumps on your skin, layers of clothing and blankets not stopping the cold from affecting you. Yet you enjoyed days like these. As hard as studying was, the relaxation of being at home and enjoying your own comfort was unmatched. You were humming your favourite song as you copied the last of the page’s information on restorative dental work when you heard the doorknob followed by the swinging of the door that lead to your study space at the end of the hall so that you could focus better.

‘Decided to finally get up?’ You joked, your nose still stuck in your book paying no regard to the person that had walked in.

‘Mhmm,’ he hummed softly, the floorboard squeaking beneath his steps as he walked towards you.

Neymar’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your back into his still warm chest, kissing your cheek repeatedly as you giggled. You patted his arm, turning around to kiss him properly.

‘You know, I’ve learned a lot of English since being with you,’ his deep voice sent vibrations down your spine.

‘Oh really?’

He spun your armchair around so that you were facing him. He lowered himself on his knees to be on your level, his warm eyes staring into yours.

‘It’s because of the lack of Portuguese you speak.’

‘I know,’ you protested with a pout, your hands finally letting go of your pen, reaching towards his face to cup it gently. ‘I know how to say some things though,’ you paused briefly, grinning at him. ‘Ainda me lembro do nosso primeiro beijo.’ [I still remember our first kiss.]

‘Oh meu deus [Oh my god],’ his face scrunched together the second you finished your sentence with a smile. A smile he so deeply loved. ‘That was so disgustingly corny yet adorable. Do it again.’

You could feel a warm flush on your cheeks as a small chuckle escaped your lips, ‘Ainda me lembro do nosso primeiro beijo.’ You repeated the same sentence slower, inching closer to his face as you spoke every word.

Heat arose from your stomach to your chest. His lips were getting closer and your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first kiss but his presence made you nervous like a little girl.

‘Seeing you sitting here like this makes me realise how much I love you and how attracted I am to you.’ He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes still carrying the sin from the previous night. ‘But the images of you bouncing on my cock last night are still driving me crazy,’

Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours, as his arms wrapped around you felt like a sin. His lips brushed against yours; softly, passionately. His hands cupped your face as his lips crashed into yours, lips plump and smooth against your own. His arms found themselves to your back, pulling you closer than was possible. You gently grabbed his jaw, slowly pulling away from the kiss, deep down not wanting to break apart from him.

‘Don’t distract me,’ you smiled at him, his face still in your hands.

‘I love that you are studying but technically you don’t have to. You know that, right? I’ve got you covered.’

‘Well I’m not like that,’ you snuck a quick kiss before twisting back the chair so you sat in front of your notes again. ‘Now leave. I have an exam coming up and if you want to be my future patient who’s satisfied with my service, you better leave me to study.’ You scolded.

‘Of course, Doctor.’

‘I love you.’

‘Eu te amo tanto.’ [I love you so much.]

[mrs-santoss]

Teasing Queen - Neymar Imagine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[canibeyoungforever]

How about Neymar getting into a fight because they were talking shit about his girl

a/n:thank you so much for your request <3

Neymar Jr Imagines: Not at all

"Ney! Stop!" You yell at him more scared than mad

Kylian shifts him and they go far away

You just look around still wrapping your head around what happened

"Y/n?" Sergio ask "No." "No." You answer

You take your bag your keys and leave the club when you arrive at your house you just cry feeling exhausted and overwhelmed

The door open and Neymar enter the house:

"Y/n?" You enter the shower with your clothes on and let the water run on you

A few minutes later

"Y/n baby-" Neymar enter the bathroom

"What are you doing with your clothes on in the shower?" Neymar ask

"Please leave me alone." You answer without even looking at him

"What’s the problem?I know i shouldn’t have done that but he was calling you names and stuffs and-" He say

"It’s not the problem!The problem is that i thought something was going to happen to you again!You fight on the field!You fight outside!" "I have a fragile heart come on!" You answer half-yelling half-crying

"Is this what it’s all about?" He ask

"Shush i’m having a mental breakdown." You say while crying

He enter the shower sit next to you and hug you

You put your head on his shoulder and he puts his hand in your hair

"It’s okay baby you know it happens to me too sometimes." He say

"Now i look stupid right now like that." You say

"You are not stupid lovei." "That’s not true." He say

"Promise me you will stop fighting." You say

"I can’t fully promise you that but i can promise that i’ll less okay?Like only when there is good reasons." He answer

"But i guess there will always be good reasons." You say

"No not at all." He answer rolling his eyes and you laugh

a/n:i feel like it’s very bad english is not my first language