#neymar junior smut

[sofia-cloud]

# PARTY AT CHICAGO — NEYMAR JR!

— ✎ PAIRING: young!neymar jr x fem!reader

✎ SUMMARY: you and ney are in love of each other without knowing it, when messi's birthday arrives (a mutual friend between you two) you have the chance to finally see him again.

✎ CONTENT: fluff, praise, soft neymar, kiss, pet names, glances.

✎ NOTE: english isn't my first language so i tried my best! And also you can comment if you want to be in the taglist or if you want to request something go here!

It was 9 in the morning, you just got notified of the birthday party at the palace in the center of the city, the most famous and most beautiful of any another building nearby, therefore obviously you agreed to come.

Only a little then you realized that also Neymar would come, the man you love from the first PSG match you saw when you asked him for the shirt, and he took it off and you were almost on to pass out, not to mention that the sweater smelled of freshness, pure, clean, you kept the shirt in a picture hanging in your room. It was 4 months ago by that event, and you were still in love with him, you have never seen such a handsome man ever in your life.

The chances of him loving you too were few, but not 0. You were trying to be the most optimistic possible.

10.00 AM

You have been thinking about half an hour to how nice Neymar would have been dressed as a suit, but you still had to decide the dress. Obviously you would have chosen the most elegant and stylish dress that you had in your closet, you wanted Neymar to notice you again and this time something more.

After about 20 minutes you have found a perfect dress, shone brighter than you would have thought, it was impossible to not notice. First you wear the dress that fit you perfectly, this was supposed to be your night, after that you went to make up, you wanted to be as natural as possible, you knew that Neymar didn't like girls with pounds of makeup in their face, but you couldn't resist not put on a light mascara, blush and lipgloss. Your hair was the most important part after the dress, you had to choose whether to give the appearance of confident girl like a model, or a cute, pure, angelic girl, you chose the hair type, you looked pure and angelic with this hair, but the dress made you look like a model.

By now it was 12:00 PM and you were supposed to have lunch, you called your friends to help you choose the shoes. At the end of lunch you chose white heels.

Neymar chose a suitblack, he had no idea that you were coming, in fact he was a bit annoyed to go to the party. Only later Messi informed him of the people who would come. When he said “Oh and YN will come too” and he went haywire, you would came? Within seconds he asked again Messi if he had heard correctly. The last time he spoke with you was 4 months ago when he gave you the shirt and the you smiled, that damn smile just did him fall more in love than he was.

For him, you were like an angel, your beauty failed to find it nowhere else, your voice was pure and gave the impression of a kind and generous soul, he couldn't get you out of his mind.

It was 7 PM, the party had started, you were late but almost to arrive, Neymar in the meantime was giving looks around but could not spot you, he hoped you were just late.

After 10 minutes you came in, your dress sparkled more than it should in the room, he was the first to turn around Neymar. He had a null look, as if had seen a deity, you walked embarrassed, quietly saying "sorry about the delay" smiling, your friends squealed commenting here and there on the dress and how much you looked nice dressed like that, Neymar continued look at you then looked away when you you turned to him. You didn't know what to think, it was too much? Didn't he like it? You did not know, but you were sure tonight you would have been brave and you wouldn't let go.

" You saw how he looked at you?" "He's literally in love with you" "exactly" your friends kept on comment on Neymar, in fact when he had looked at you, you felt more confident.

Your plan was to go into the banquet, ask for a drink and smile at Neymar who was sitting nearby, when you approached the banquet, he was already there for you observing, so when you asked for the drink and you turned your head to smile at him, you already found him smile at you, your heart was melting.

You smile as you felt your cheeks go in flames, when the drink came you had to leave but you didn't want, you wanted more than 2 stupid smiles, so you plucked up your courage and you said "this outfit fits you very well" with shy voice, waiting for you an answer like 'thanks', but he waited a few seconds first for answer and looked at you spellbound, then he said "this dress could never be better on a person" you would have kissed him if you could, but it wasn't the yet moment.

When everyone had gathered at the table where the cake was in the center, you couldn't take your eyes off Neymar, he was handsome even when he did simple actions, a few seconds then he turned to you and caught you looking and he winked at you, this one boy would take you to the grave if went on like this.

When the party was continuing, everyone was dancing but you had not found someone to dance with, until when you don't feel a hand on your shoulder, you turned around and there was him, Neymar. "would you give me one dance, anjo?" inside you were screaming from joy, you nodded smiling and not taking the gaze from him off for the whole time.

With one hand he took your hand and the other held your hip, you put your arms around his neck, until when he approached between the space of your neck and your shoulder, you felt his warm breath, "you dont know what effect you have on me every time" he said from 1 cm off my skin, your perfume was intoxicating him, but he loved it.

Until you couldn't hold back anymore and said "Neymar, you're making me go sick" his hands, his breath, his voice, when he turned his face towards you you didn't hesitate, and joined your lips to his in a sweet and candid kiss. He returned the kiss immediately, a smile escaped him and you could feel it in your lips, "I've been waiting for this forever, meu amor" he said separating his lips from yours but you brought them together immediately, this time a longer kiss, which showed how much you were needy for him.

You loved each other, and now you two know how much you did.

made by @sofia-cloud

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[k9iriz]

𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 / • 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐫

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳.

(𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢!) /𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘵𝘷, 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘪 & 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘭.

i hummed quietly as i slightly pulled up my olive colored stringed tube too, examining my now bigger backside through my matching colored leggings, with jewelry to top the outfit off, with a slick back ponytail.

i never felt more beautiful in the world. i mean, after dealing with postpartum depression when i had davi, took a toll on my mental and it effected mostly how i viewed myself, mostly how i looked.

but ney made sure i wasn’t going through it alone. even sitting out for the season for me, which he didn’t have to do, but it was along the lines of “i love you more than ever, why wouldn’t i?”.

best husband i could ever ask for right?

finishing putting on my last anklet, i grabbed me purse, before i opened our shared bedroom door, walking downstairs as i was met with neymar watching tv, just putting down davi for bed.

“tudo bem papi, estou saindo para hoje à noite!” i said, before i bent down to reach my shoes, before being met with my handsome husband, just blatantly staring, like analyzing what i was wearing. ["alright papi, im leaving for tonight!"]

“is it something wrong?” I asked before neymar stood up, walking over to me, his tall figure just standing over me. mnm.

“não... mas sua roupa, é problema meu. você não vai sair com essa roupa meu amor.” neymar shook his head, before slightly leaning against the wall before i kissed my teeth in a attempt to win him over. [“nope...but your outfit, is my problem. your not going out in that outfit my love.”]

“but babyyyyy! i thought this was ‘hubby approved?’” i whined, walking up to him, hoping that he would change his mind on the outfit. i like when he’s like that, possessive, but he wasn’t overly possessive. he just didn’t want anyone to see what was his.

“it is...but i know...you look this good? you might be hiding something under these leggings...your ass is moving way too much princess.” neymar smiled, wrapping his arms around me as he kissed my lips, before burying his face inside of my neck, making me break out in giggles.

“stop-neyyyy! why are you feeling in my pantsss?-” you kept squirming in his arms, before his hands successfully made it to the inside of your tights before he felt around your ass…

he stopped before he felt a thin string run across his hand, standing back, as he felt himmself run hard…just from rubbing against you, he knew you had on a thong, not let alone a g-string.

“princesa, puxe-os para baixo e deixe-me ver o que você está vestindo.” neymar demanded, his demeanor just turning me on in seconds…wet. [“princess, pull them down and let me see what you're wearin’”]

pouting and just irritated in general about the whole ordeal, i whined, him not budging at all. still.

cockblocker.

“what did i say?” his accent was present in his english.

“ugh…fine.” I rolled my eyes, pulling my pants before revealing a black thong, causing him to bite his lip…just examining me and my figure , how natural my curves were and how my body snapped back just easily after birthing davi.

“are you trying to tempt me? by sneaking out in a thong mu amour?” neymar teased slightly, giving me that gaze.

wetted my underwear that fast-

“no…it’s just panties. what’s the big deal?” i sassed, before neymar chuckled, pulling me back swiftly, before his hand was around my throat just like that.

“or should i fix that attitude of yours? you wouldn’t wanna wake up davi would you?” neymar challenged, as my lip was tucked in my bottom teeth, feeling my legs go weak just from him putting me in my place that fast.

before huffing “no papi.” i responded, before he let go, his hands running back down my ass, gripping it in his hands, just caressing it before his lips made it to my ear.

(i have a thing for tatted hands…)

“so be a good girl and change for me. and drop the attitude.” neymar spoke, his breath hitching in my ear as he moved closer, making me whimper, sprinkled with a moan in this midst.

“okay…” i smiled, trailing off before walking back to our shared room, changing my underwear.

a short few minutes later, i walked back downstairs, to be smart, i put on his favorite pink laced panties he bought me for valentines day, standing in front of him.

“better now?” i huffed before standing up. neymar felt a heartbeat down there…the throbbing sensation grew the more he stared…and in his favorite panties? i was bound to be fucked up…

“way much better. covers up nicely.” neymar sarcastically spoke, before you could pull up or grab your leggings from the floor, neymar pulled you by your panties, causing me to fall on him.

“neyyy! i have to go! im gonna be-ouuu shit.” you felt him slap your ass, before softly sucking on your sweet spot, as i caressed his head.

“shhh…eles podem esperar, deixe-me provar baby antes de você sair... foda-se.” neymar muttered across your skin, before slapping your ass again, causing euphoric thoughts to take over as he repeatedly attacked my spot, sucking on it. [“shh, they can wait, let me get a taste baby, before you leave...fuck.”]

i guess im never leaving the house anytime soon…without any more inspections. i don’t mind it tho.

first neymar fic bc im obsessed, give me suggestions!, lemme know how i did loves!

[mchlgayser]

ATTENTION WHORE!

starring: neymar x female!reader

warning/author's note: mention of a bitch trying to look like u- this is OBSESSION, neymar being sooo pissed off, not at you ofcz you're his babygworl 🥺 heavy cursing???? almost a fight scene. P.M.G ALERT ⚠️ 50% angst and 60% fluff, (no shit) I kinda hate it bcs it was chaotic not proofread

extra note: none. have a nice day xx

song suggestion: copycat by billie eilish

The call ended, you said goodbye to your boyfriend and he disconnected the call. Your head was against the pillow, eye boring on the dream catcher that hung outside your balcony, gazing as it sways left and right as the wind blew.

Just a minute ago, Ney woke you up from your beauty sleep with a call, he's practically reminding you about today's practice. He wants you to be there to watch him practice before a big game that was coming soon. After all you couldn't say no to him. You sat up stretching your joints and stood up to have a bath.

It was a long and warm bath, you had already readied a pair of clothing which is a black turtleneck along with a pair of oversized hoodies, you are wearing loose ripped pants and a G.A.P cap.

After five minutes, you are done putting on some light makeup and a pair of Nike air force. Finally, grabbing on your car key and left the room with your bag over your shoulder. One hand holding your phone and the necessity.

You get into your car and drive off to the venue where he'll be practicing.

-

It was a twenty minutes drive, minus the traffic as it was week day and parked your car on the vip basement parking lots. A few securities is guiding the site and you, with leisure walk to the entrance, one of them immediately recognized lets you in without questions but someone beat you to it. A girl in her mid-twenties, probably around your age, with hair in 'blonde' color, wavy curls coils, shoulders bumping against you. Her sharp eyes was on you the whole time but so were yours 'Yes?' She started with a harsh manner

You simply rolled your eyes at her 'I'm here for my boyfriend.' You said, eyes challenging. She scoffed 'Guards please take this delusional woman away!' She ushered but none of them budged 'Are you deaf?!' Sh yelled pointing her index finger out 'Now--'

She was cut off by a familiar voice of your boyfriend, he was running towards your direction 'Neymar--' The woman's eyes went wide, mouth agape upon seeing Neymar with arms around your body, your head hidden by his broad chest

'Sorry, I was't late was I?' You said pecking both of his cheeks and one final kiss in his lip 'No meu amor, you came right on time... Oh I see you met our new assistant manager.'

You gave the woman a nasty playful glare and give your boyfriend an innocent smile 'Yes, Let's go anjo, I wanna meet Kyky!' You implied to your friend, Kylian and he bobs

What you didn't know at the moment was a nasty, horrendous plan had come up to the woman's head. A creepy smile crept to her angel-liked features as she strutted back into her office room.

-

The next day, you came back again to the practice venue to see your boyfriend, you had also promised your friend, Kylian a fancy dinner with him today. You get in the lobby seeing a few staff eating brunch and some of them chit-chatting. You came upon your friend, Angela whom you meet months ago when she started working here and she was talking to the woman from last night.

They were intrigued with the talking until she sees you approaching 'Love, Meu Deus, how're you?!' She said, excusing herself and went to hug you, you gladly hugs her back 'Hello Angel, it's nice seeing you again!' The two of you broke the hug and the woman made her way beside Angela 'Nice meeting you again, miss Y/n' You eye her up and down and something, somewhere triggered in you. The way she's dressing. It was familiar, so oddly familiar.

Angela looks between her and you with wide eyes, she gasped 'Shit, haha Y/n, I forgot I got something to show you. It's regarding my sister's weds!' You get the hint obviously since Angela is an only child.

You hum and left with her 'You should've thinking what I'm thinking right now didn't you?!' Her voice is harsh and quiet, you half-shrugged 'Is it because she wears the same clothing I wore on your birthday party?'

She eagerly nods, you gulp the huge lump on the back of your throat 'It might be just a coincidence, I mean it can happens right?' She stopped you abruptly 'If going to your social media account to stalk you and copy you does it still means coincidence?' Your eyes was now on her, fully.

'How would you know anyway?'

She hid somewhere in the hall corner and whispered to you 'I sees her last night,' She backed away 'But she told me cus she find you pretty.' Now you didn't wanna come to any rushed decision and accuse her even though you know how shitty she was by the way she acted yesterday. You decided to set the conversation aside and just focus on today. Spending times with Ney and Kylian.

-

The practice ended, and both Ney and Kylian are now in the changing room to shower and change attires. You waited outside on the bench playing with your phone

'You are so cute Neymar!' You heard a voice approaching, you tilted your head back seeing Neymar, Kylian and Alexandria who you get to catch name is. She had an arm loosely wrapped around Ney's arm and she was laughing while Ky eyed her the whole time. You witness Ney getting uncomfortable by her constant touches so you decided to step up

'Hand to yourself please!' It didn't came out serious but playful. You stare up at her as she slowly lets go and let out a short awkward laugh 'Awh party pooper!' She mocked you.

You didn't said anything after that and let her be, Kylian told you that he's and Neymar are ready to leave. He had already reserved a table for you three and now was finally the time to leave the venue. Alexandria perks her ears at this 'You three are having dinner together? Cool can I tag along!' It wasn't a permission but an order. She wanted to come along

Both Kylian and Neymar didn't wasted a second and said no but your answer is a yes 'Sure.' You shrugged. Ney shot you a confused look but you held his hand tighter.

-

The food is placed down, and Alexandria is having her best time laughing and trying her best to get both Ney's and your friend's attention. Keyword, trying. Both of them didn't pay her any of that and instead acts like she doesn't even exist. You had to purse your lip most of the time to stop yourself from laughing out loud at her attempts.

'So Y/n what do you think if I dyed my hair (your hair color)? Do you think it'll suit me.' From the corner of your eye, you see Kylian uncomfortably shifting on his seat, you smile back at her, eyes creasing 'That'll look good, definitely!' She smirk and bobs her head up and down 'Great!'

The conversation goes on, and you unintentionally left Alexandria out of the conversation, joking around with your two best guys, some times eyeing her to see she's been playing with her food, head down and awkward.

'Don't remind me of that!' Ney complained at you, Kylian is laughing his ass off at the two of you 'That was legit hilarious! The fact that he, himself didn't notice it just makes it ten times funnier' He snorts.

Alexandria huffs loudly averting the two attentions on her 'You guys left me out' She pouted, grumbling incoherent words to act naturally cute, Ney faked a silent gag at that and you pushed him giving him a stern glare. This time he pouts mumbling stuff

Alexandria soon leave, Kylian following suit ten minutes later. You and Ney are still walking, taking a breather together at the park, hands in hands gazing on a starry night atmosphere 'Has Alexandria been giving you hard times?' You eyed up at him and let a small toothy grin 'Nah, not yet.'

'It's been almost half an hour, wanna go home?'

'Please...' He wrapped his arm around your shoulder directing you to the car and driving to your both's shared apartment.

-

Two days went by after that, and for that, you haven't come by once to the venue because of your hectic work. Ney is understanding so it wasn't much of a problem since you have already promised him to drop by today, your vehicle parked and you entered the place. It was empty only a few stuff passing by. The players must been practicing, you thought walking to the main field and as you strut you came across Alexandria. Oh how you felt like shit that day was. She had her hair in (your hair colour), wavy curls just like you did but it was slightly longer. You feel nothing but anger. Her heels too. She was wearing the same pair as you. The one Neymay got you on your birthday which is also the same date as you both anniversary.

She was smiling, walking up the tunnel towards you 'Oh what a coincidence, we look very similar today!' How badly you wanted to pluck those teeth of hers. That wicked smile never wore off of her face. That disgustingly beautiful hazel brown doe visions.

Two steps away from her and you scoff 'Aren't you looking stunning today? I hope you car got flat tyre in the middle of the wood.' You barked back at her intentionally bumping her shoulder against yours 'And, please... Stop being so fucking pathetic and go fuck yourself somewhere else, needy whore.' The sound of heels clicking against the floor clearly heard along with her rigid and fast breath. Her chest heaving up and down is a violent manner.

You saw Neymar doing two touches with his teammate as you seat on the bench and watch him practice, Alexandria came again taking a seat beside you 'Y'know, it was't so bad hearing you barked like a dog earlier, can't wait for it in the future.'

'What future? You'll get hit by a truck tonight.'

Never spare her a glance, you wave your hand at your boyfriend after making contacts, she swatted your hand down and Neymar who clearly sees everything are not exactly pleased by it.

You glare at her, taking her wrist in your arm and start squeezing it 'You really should stop pissing me off, I don't wanna get into a fight with a low life bitch like you.' didn't get the enough chance to dodge it, Alexandria placed a loud and hard slapped across your cheek 'Who's a bitch now huh?!' You exhaled a long sigh, putting your bag down and stood up towering over her small figure, your hand made its way to the back of hair as she yelps in pain, slapping your hands both telling you to stop but it all fell on deaf ears.

'I warned you. To stop. Being. A. Bitch.' Punctuated each words with an echoing slap. Neymar rushed to you pulling you away from her, she fell to her butt and cries, a few strands of her hair was on the palm of your hand, you cringed waving your hand to get it off 'It hurts you bitch!' She screamed, you scoff turning away from her, Neymar turns to her 'Now, don't call my amor that you filthy woman, I've keep up with you this whole time not for you to talk shit and call my girlfriend names, now even dressing up like her, dyeing your hair to look like her. You are delusional. You need helps.' Neymar bursted, eyes raging with pure anger and rage.

She sniffle, looking down on the floor 'You should just pack up your things and leave or we gonna make it harder for you.' Mbappe confessed in a playful state. She started scurrying like a mice bowing her head at you thousand times and left, running.

You moaned feeling relieved that she's finally left, right now all you wanted was to go home and rest. This is a long day after all. Neymar stay behind comforting you with kisses and hugs 'Do you wanna go home now minha princesa?' You gaze up on him 'Can't I?' Neymar did not wait a second and left with you afterwards.

[luvneymar]

(1) LOVE TO HATE ME — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: You & Neymar both were booked for a suggestive underwear photoshoot, the only problem? You both hate each others guts.

PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader

NOTE: any examples doesn’t not represent the race, body type or skin-tone of the female lead.

— “Yes! Just like that! A bit more slutty and you’ll be perfect!” The casting director yelled at you from the background of your Calvin Klein campaign, You laughed hearing the last part as you posed on the set strutting your body in different ways.

In the recent years of you becoming a rising star in both the athletic world & the modelling world you’ve been booked & busy with these kinds of activities & activities. The one thing that sold the most was your partner shoots with another male athletes or actors.

The first time it happens it was by total accident when the director doubled booked 2 models at the same time but seeing how much money it brought in for you & the companies, you had to basically expect for some handsome famous guy to come & sweep you off your feet.

As you were posing the casting director stopped the photographer as he walked onto the set to whisper something into your ear,“Darling you know how much I love your smile but, we don’t need it here. Look fierce! Look alive! Look sexy!”

He begun to adjust your facial expression by pulling your bottom lip out just a bit to create a naughty but nice type of pout along with curling your eyelashes a bit more to make them look “doe-y” at one angle then “siren-y” the next.

Once he backed away and resumed the shoot you took his advice & begun to pose is much more suggestive ways; ways that your mother would’ve smacked you for if she saw the magazine you’d be front & center in.

“Lovely! That’s what I’m looking for!” He yelled out waving his hands around in an attempt to hype you up.

Soon the flashes stopped as he turned to the photographer looking at the photos he took to approve them, he sent an approval nod his way signalling the standby staff to clear the set & hand you a robe.

As you walked off the casting director engulfed you into a hug patting the back of your head, “You did great today, your next set is in your change-room. As you know that’ll be your collaborative project. Get excited”

You both exchanged cheek kisses before your waddled to change-room feeling exposed & quite cold actually. As you opened the door you immediately searched for the clothes you were going to wear.

Except you only found a pair of pants & the iconic Calvin Klein underwear, not a shirt in sight. You begun to look around trying to see if your shirt was misplaced. Or at-least a bra; you never signed up for a topless shoot.

“My set missing a—!” As you walked out of the change-room holding the “outfit” you were supposed to wear you locked eyes with non other than— Neymar Junior. Neymar fucking Junior.

The Neymar Junior who broke your nose in Secondary School, The Neymar who cut your hair in middle school, The Neymar Junior Santos who tripped you in the halls. That Neymar Junior.

“He’s the super hot athlete? Oh, just kill me now.” You yelled out throwing your arms in the air as you spun your heels speed walking towards your change room grabbing your manager by the arm digging your nails into his arm.

As you slammed the door you shoved him into the couch throwing the clothes on the table as you flopped down beside him, “Seriously? Seriously! You hyped this up so much I thought I was gonna do a shoot with the Stephen Curry.”

“Just listen—” He tried to explain, you slammed your finger onto his mouth signalling him not talk as you shook your head side to side very slowly with an evil scowl on your face.

“I’m having a moment here! I specially said anyone but him! Did you know he broke my—!” You explained flailing your arms in the air as you fell over on the couch resting your head on the armrest.

“Yes I know you’ve told the story a million times and more, to be fair you weren’t all the kind to him either.” He cut you off as he stood up from the couch, “I tried to reason with them but you both are very popular on the internet. You even have fanclub—”

“Ew! Don’t even mention that to me. I’ll just suck it up & hold my breath till I die on set & blame him for 1st degree murder.” You grumbled swinging your legs off the couch as you sat back up staring right at the wall blankly.

“Your loss. I personally think he’s kinda cute—!”

“Get out!” You shrieked throwing your pillow at him as he rushed out of the room laughing at your reaction. You got up & begun pacing around the room chewing on your thumb nail as you pondered about how you could even do this.

You weren’t even worried about Neymar as much as you were worried about your long-term boyfriend Lucas Paqueta seeing this. You half naked pressed against another man; his best friend according to the concept photos you were given.

“I’ll just explain it to him later. He knows how much I hate him anyways!” You took a deep breath shaking off any negative thoughts you had lingering in your mind as you begun to get dressed.

It didn’t take long since all you had to put on was a pair of underwear, jeans, & a pair of nipple covers. Thankfully they ate last provided you with that seeing as how you felt as if you were about to film a porno.

You walked towards the mirror hands held on your breasts as you looked up and down at your attire embarrassed look melted onto your face. “Neymar Junior is going to see my boobs.” You muttered out, in disbelief.

“Neymar Junior is going to see, my boobs! As you took in the fact you begun to laugh uncontrollably at the irony of the situation, your arch enemy since your birth is going to be touching your boobs; a place only a select few were even allowed to see.

You wiped the small tears forming at the corner of your eyes due to excess laughter as you pulled out of your phone from your pocket feeling it vibrate from a text that read.“We’re ready for you.”

You sighed saying a small prayer before walking out of the change-room hands covering your chest, as the shoes you were wearing made noise the casting director along with Neymar turned their heads to look at you. “Woman of the hour!”

“Yeah.” You nervously chuckled as you slowly made your way to the edge of the set, despite taking literal baby steps you made it there in a shorter time than you’d like, as you stood there staring straight ahead right past Neymar’s eyes that didn’t leave your body.

“Did you look at the concept photos?” The casting director asked you as you completely zoned out all the background noises, your heart begun to pound as you took in that this was really happening.

“Yeah I did.” You muttered out as you turned your head slowly towards the director awkward smile on your face as you felt Neymar’s gaze being branded onto your skin.

“Well we’re scrapping that one, this is what the first pose will be.” The casting director handed you a photo face down already making you suspicious, when you flipped the photo your eyes nearly flew out of your sockets.

“What the fuck is this!” You whispered shouted in disbelief as to what you were seeing, not only were you going to be literally topless, Neymar’s head was going to be resting: on your breasts.

You hadn’t even noticed that his hands were going to be resting on your ass. “We are not filming a porno! You’ve gotta change this now.”

“This is what is going to sell. It sold back then it’ll sell now. Come one darling, just this once. For me.” He pleaded with you grabbing you by your shoulders.

“No! Not unless you pay me millions! Even if you can You’re gonna owe me. Big time. largely.” Hearing that the director smiled at you before ushering you onto the set where you stood awkwardly beside Neymar who had a stupid smirk on his face. “Alright places everyone.”

Once you heard that you grit your teeth and furrowed your eyebrows as you eased onto the floor of the set, you hesitated before crawling into Neymar’s lap hands hovering just centimetres away from his waist with him doing the same cringing away from your body.

Just before the photographer begun to take photos the director begun to yell once again,“Ugh no no no! Hands on her waist, hands on his waist, look seductive, look like you want to fuck each other!”

You grew goosebumps just hearing that as you muttered under your breath “ew”, you rolled yo ur eyes looking away from Neymar’s annoyed gaze, “This is an underwear company! you’re advertising underwear! hands off your sides and pose!”

“Don’t think I’m enjoying touching your repulsive body, I’m doing this because I have too.” He muttered under his breath emphasizing the “repulsive” making your skin crawl.

“Your breath stinks.” You replied pinching him in his side as hard as you could, seeing him wince in pain gave you a weird boost of satisfaction, as you both bickered with the occasional pinch coming his way you both tuned our the director till he yelled.

“I’m not paying you both millions to look like constipated scorpions! Positions! Now!” He yelled out using the paper in his hand to fan his forehead which was sweating quite heavily, hearing him be so angry out of nowhere frightened you enough to relax just enough to look natural.

Once you both had relaxed easing into each other the rest of the set had gone smoothly with minimal arguing from both of your sides; especially your side since you were quite literally topless. “Wonderful Job guys! Your cheque’s will be emailed to you shortly.”

Once the set was clearing out you stood there waiting for your robe to be handed to you as you shivered, the studio was a lot colder than you had realized. As you were standing around you noticed Neymar hadn’t left quite yet & he was looking a bit red.

“Ew, Are you blushing? I know I have great boobs, but no need to get embarrassed y’know? I’m sure your girlfriend—”

“My God, Will you just shut up?” Neymar shouted at you as he begun to scratch his skin, little blotches of red begun to show on his skin— not that you’d notice them of course.

“Shut up? Did you just tell me to shut up? Do you want me to rip your jaw off? Or did you forget who you were talking too? You turned your body to face him as you looked him up & down with disgust & annoyance in your eyes.

As you were cussing him out you didn’t even notice he hadn’t given you a snarky response back or just pushed pasted you like he always did confusing you, as you took a closer look at him you noticed he was developing a skin rash; hives.

“What the fuck? What type of rash are you developing?” You asked as you backed away wrapping your robe around your body tightly, watching him scratch his body frantically grossed you out enough to just leave the set & go back to your change-room.

Just before you were able to set foot into your room you heard a loud boom, along with a shriek alarming you greatly. As you rushed towards the noise you were met with Neymar breathing heavily on the floor with his assistant all over him trying to find out what was wrong.

A crowd gathered around him as some people were calling the ambulance while others were helping in anyway they could, as you stood there looking at him try to take in a breath you spun your heels turning back to your room.

“What the absolute fuck is going on?” You muttered out backing away from the crowd as you slipped back into your change-room slamming the door before locking it, you slid down the door trying to figure out why that was happening.

As you wondered it had finally hit you, recently you were gifted a body-care set that was based upon real strawberries giving you a long lasting strawberry scent all day— the only problem? Neymar was severely allergic to them.

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hey beauty how are you?💜

i have an idea on my mind so hear me out😏

Reader and Neymar been dating for a while but one day she finds he cheated on her multiple times during their relationship so she broke up with him but one day she finds out also that she’s pregnant and she never told him because when they broke up she moved away but one day they meet each other again and she’s with the kid you can decide how to end it 💓💓

Thank you for requesting this I had so much fun writing it ❤️

This is pure angst I’m sorry!

Reader’s being a bitch but honestly who could blame her?

Consequences

5 years ago

You had the perfect life.

You had your dream job.

You had a wonderful house.

You had a lot of friends.

And most importantly, you had the man of your life by your side.

You were dating the super famous football player Neymar.

Your life was perfect or so you thought.

Neymar was a party man. He loved to party and to get drunk. It was like part of his DNA.

You, on the other hand hated to party. You hated loud music and big crowds but somehow you managed to be the perfect couple.

Until one night he was at some friend’s party and you were home, feeling sick and nauseous but you had no clue why, a friend of you sent you a picture that you wished you’d never seen. It was Neymar making out with a woman. She looked like a model. She was tall, thin and blonde. Basically your opposite.

Your friends texted you when they saw the picture because it went viral in basically zero minutes. But it wasn’t all. Neymar did the same thing with an other woman, this time she had short brown hair, still a model tho.

And both of pictures were from the same night.

You started doubting your relationship was perfect. You started asking yourself if this was the only time he did it or if he’s been cheating on you for months.

Your heart broke at the sight of those pictures and you couldn’t believe that Neymar would ever cheat on you. Not when a month ago proposed you. Not when now you were wearing a ring on your finger. Not now that you were at home taking care of his child when he was out somewhere partying and getting drunk.

You decided to pack your things and wait for him to get home. You didn’t want to stay in the same home of a cheater.

So you put all of your suitcases in your car and waited for him in the living room, already dressed up ready to go out of that house the moment you’d break up with him.

He came home around four in the morning.

And to your shock he wasn’t drunk. At all.

So at this point he had no excuses.

“Hey babe…what are you doing still up? It’s late” he asked you when he saw you on the couch

“I was waiting for you” you told him with a firm voice even if you just wanted to cry

“Oh really?” he teased you

“Yes. And also to tell you that I’m leaving”

“What-what you mean?”

“I mean we’re done” you stated standing up from the couch and removing your engagement ring

“Babe what are you talking about?” he asked you with a worried voice

“This” you showed him the first picture “and also this” you showed him the second picture and as he watched the pictures his face went completely pale. He remembered perfectly what happened but he didn’t want to tell you so he lied

“Baby I was drunk…” he laughed about it

“You weren’t or you would be drunk now Neymar. And even if you were, does that give you the right to cheat on me? Twice?” you asked him now completely crying

“No baby don’t cry” he tried to hug you but you avoided him

“Don’t touch me!”

“Baby…I swear it didn’t mean anything to me, you’re the woman I love please baby” he looked at you with his puppy eyes and you almost gave in. Almost.

“No Neymar. You cheated. You made the mistake and now you’re paying the consequences” you said

“Baby you can’t leave me. What about me? What about Davi? You know he can’t live without you” he said knowing how much you cared for Davi

“Don’t bring him in this conversation!” you said back angrily

“You can’t leave us baby…” he said now crying

“I made a decision and that’s final…I hope they were worth it” and with that you left the house, ignoring his cries and his begging.

You drove for hours before finding an hotel where you could rest.

That night Neymar cried all his tears.

He was heartbroken but also mad at himself for all the pain he caused you.

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One month after breaking up you found out you were pregnant. With his baby.

You debated if you should tell him or not, deciding in the end that you wouldn’t tell him. This baby would be better without him.

You moved to London just a few weeks after. You found a new job.

A new house.

And you were ready to start your life all over again.

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NOW

It’s been five years from that night and even if it still hurt you the way you ended things you couldn’t ask for a better life. You had a beautiful four years old daughter, Maya, and she was the love of your life.

You both happily lived in London.

She was attending preschool and you were working for a big agency in the city center.

Nothing could go wrong right?

Wrong.

One morning you and Maya were waiting for your breakfast in your favorite London bar when his voice called you from behind.

“Y/n?” he said and you pretended you didn’t hear but Maya made it clear someone was calling for you

“Mama someone is calling you!!” she said happily and you smiled at her. You turned around and saw him.

He was handsome like always.

“Hi…” you said shyly

“It’s been so long from that…ehm…night. How are you?” he asked you

“I’m good. How about you? I’ve seen you’re playing for PSG” you said and in that moment you cursed yourself for mentioning it

“Yes, I’m in Paris” he said awkwardly

“I love Paris!!” Maya said out of nothing and Neymar looked at her. He was confused.

“Y/n…who is she?”

“She’s my daughter Maya” you said pointing out ‘mine’ because she was only yours

“Is she…?” he wanted to ask you if she was his daughter but you stopped him

“Not here” you said angrily “Maya honey why don’t you go ask the barman if our breakfast is ready? The one who always gives you the candies you love” you told her in a soft voice and she happily nodded and left

“So she’s my daughter” he stated now getting a bit mad

“Only by DNA”

“I could have been in her life! You had no rights to take her away from me!” he whispered-shouted to you

“You’ve lost every rights on ger the night you decided to cheat”

“That’s not fair! She deserves a father in her life”

“No she doesn’t! It’s me and her and we’ve been doing amazing for four years, why should it change now?”

“Because I want to be in her life! She’s my daughter y/n, she’s my blood!”

“Blood doesn’t make a family and you know it” you said looking straight into his eyes

“I want to be a part of her life”

“No. Absolutely not. We don’t need you. She doesn’t need you…”

“Y/n you can’t do this to me…”

“Yes I can, watch me” you stopped talking the moment Maya came back with hand full of candies.

“Joe says our breakfast is coming, is your friend staying mommy?” Maya asked in her sweet voice

“No he’s leaving. He has to go back to Paris. Forever” you said to Maya while never removing your look from Neymar’s eyes. His heart broke when you said those words. You didn’t want him in her life and you made it clear.

“Yes I have to go back home…it was meeting you Maya” he said almost tearing up.

Maya greeted him and kept eating her candies.

You made the right decision not wanting him in her life? Right?

The moment Neymar got back to his hotel, he broke down crying.

You really hated him and in the end it was all his fault. You said it that night. He had to live with the consequences of his own mistake.

[nymrs]

ney with an introvert shy gf

#4. OPPOSITES ATTRACT | Neymar Jr

Neymar and you were complete opposites. He loved being around people and would never mind being the centre of attention. Singing and dancing in public - an everyday thing for him. You on the other side had to really get used to people before finally opening up and showing your fun side. Whenever Neymar and you would attend a public event, you couldn’t wait to finally go home. In the beginning of you two dating, when you were just hanging out with his mates, you would simply chill there and actually never say anything until you had to. Since you had his friends and teammates around you all the time, it got better for you of course. When it came to paparazzi and Neymars fans though, you couldn’t seem to jump over your boundaries. They knew who you were, what you looked like, but you’d always turn stiff and silent when a camera was around.

And that was the exact same case now. Neymar and you had to attend one of his clubs public events. You’d prefer to stay home and wait for him, but you couldn’t leave him hanging. It was a very important event for Ney and his mates' wives and girlfriends would be there too. "Minha beleza [my beauty]", he smiled watching you from the doorway, "Você está lista? [are you ready]" You took a last glance into the mirror and sighed, "I'm not sure. I'm still torn between this dress and the black one. What do you think?" The dress you wore was simple, but it was a bright red. Usually, you’d prefer to wear something more decent, but Neymar bought you the dress some weeks ago, saying you should save it for a special occasion. You knew he would love to see you in it, but you disliked wearing bright colours in public, you didn’t want to stand out. "I love seeing you in red, you know that", he winked and took a few steps towards you. You chuckled before he finally put his arms around your waist and placed a shirt kiss onto your lips. "Don't worry babe, you're gorgeous."

At the event, the two of you were seated with the rest of his club, having dinner and casually talking to each other. When Neymar and the boys had to give some interviews, you decided to spend the time with Antonela and Jessica. Whatever these two have been talking about, you didn’t even care to listen - Neymar was the only one you gave your full attention to. Him in a suit. You didn’t know what exactly it was, but it just made you weak, no matter how often you’ve seen him in these clothes before. While your eyes wandered up and down his figure, you didn’t even realise he was walking towards you until he finally stood right in front of you with a huge smile on his face, “Enjoying the view?" You looked up at him, then quickly took your eyes off him again as you tried to hide the fact you were blushing. "Time for the carpet", he said, holding out a hand for you. You stared at him in confusion, not quite understanding his gesture. "Are you finally coming with me?", he asked as he noticed your irritation. "On the carpet?", you scoffed, "No way Junior."

"It’s only for a few photos, you don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to talk. Just pose in front of the cameras a little. For me?", Neymar tried to convince you but you responded by shaking your head from left to right, repeating this movement again and again. "As you know, I'm allergic to cameras." He sighed at your sarcasm, his lips in a thin line. The pleading look he gave you was his last try to get you to go with him, but you ignored his pout and took out your phone of your clutch. With his hands in his pocket, he slowly started stepping away from you. You chew on your bottom lip, knowing damn well you disappointed your boyfriend – and you felt guilty. His mates entered the room, coming back from taking pictures; Lionel with Antonela, Marco with Jessica, Marqui with Carol. It would only be Neymar all alone again. You rolled your eyes at yourself, pushing your phone back into your clutch and started jogging after Neymar. He instantly recognised your small steps and stopped his walk. "Thank you", he whispered, giving your hand a light squeeze after intertwining it with his. You entered the hall and your heart was racing due to the amount of people watching you, all cameras directed at the two of you. Neymar led you to the middle of the carpet and naturally started posing. You tried your best to not freak out, but you flinched at every flash and held your breath whenever someone was calling your name. You weren’t used to it, it felt unnatural and awkward to you. Your eyes started blinking heavily, there was no way you could take another flashlight right into your face. Instinctively, you pulled Neymar closer to you and hid your face in the crook of his neck. He first was confused as you did so, but also couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you were. You practically felt how his lips formed a smile, which made you grin to yourself while you were still hiding from the photographers. "Our photos are for sure going to be different from all the others", he chuckled lowly. The feeling of excitement inside of you rose, but to your surprise, in a positive way. You imagined what the journalists got to see now and realised how random you actually were. "What?", Neymar asked when he heard you laughing quietly. You were unable to hold back another laugh. "You really are special, like very very special", Neymar grinned as you finally pulled away from him and stared into his eyes. The two of you simply looked at each other for a short time and then bursted out in laughter. Hearing Neymars laugh made you laugh even harder. Seeing you holding onto your belly, squinting your eyes while still having an arm wrapped around him made him laugh even more. Even the photographers couldn’t stop themselves from smiling at what they’ve just captured. "I'm so sorry", you managed to shout out as Neymar and you were about to leave the carpet.

Returning to your shared house, you continued apologising to your boyfriend. "I don’t know what got into me. I guess it was the nervousness and excitement", you explained yourself. Neymar laughed it off as he got out off his jacket. "Y/N, babe, não se preocupe [don't worry]. Thank you for going with me and making it so much fun. I’d love to see pictures they took", he reassured you, cupping your face between his hands before placing a sweet kiss onto your lips. "Do you think they already released some?", you said, scrolling through your TikTok for you page when you saw they did, indeed. "Ney, olha [look]!" Some fans were fast enough to make edits about your appearance and you were in love with those edits - you watched how you hid your face in his neck, the way he wrapped his arms around you while looking down at you in full adoration, this smile you loved so much forming in his face. The way you both didn’t stop laughing and never let go of each other while doing so. You’ve actually forgot everything around you for a short period of time, blocking out the cameras and photographers, and just enjoyed each others company. This unconditional love could literally be felt through this little screen you were watching those edits on. You smiled to yourself when you noticed Neymar hugged you from behind, watching those edits with his head placed onto your shoulder. "Eu te amo meu anjo [I love you my angel]", he mumbled, pressing a soft lips on your cheek.

[lovefks]

ᥫ᭡Kisses.ᐟ ［Neymar x reader］

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

ᥫ᭡ pairing neymar jr x reader

ᥫ᭡ warning nothing but

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[leilakisakabiri]

Up All Night (Neymar Jr)

Summary: Neymar keeps you awake in the middle of the night, and you get back at him.

Warning(s): suggestive tones? 

A/N: Please send in any requests if you have any (I’m working on current requests rn). 

Word Count: [725]

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“Are you up?” You groaned, reaching over blindly, hitting Neymar in the face, trying to make him quiet.

“Shut up. I was so close to sleeping.”

“But now you’re awake?” He persisted.

“Ugh, what?”

“Nothing. Good night.” He said innocently, and you immediately knew he was up to no good.

You were proven right within fifteen minutes, as the second you started to doze off, Neymar would ‘accidentally’ jab you in the ribs or toss and turn restlessly, ripping the sheets away from you. 

After that, you gave up on sleep and stared at the ceiling contemplating your life.

You were currently at Neymar’s house in Brazil on vacation. His entire family also lived in the same house, and it was your first time meeting them in person. You had your first full day in Brazil tomorrow and you had already made plans with his mother and sister to go into town, and you were nervous about spending time with them without Neymar as a buffer, not to mention the issue of a language barrier.

You pushed the thoughts out of your mind, attempting to clear your mind and fall asleep.

Sleep did not come easy, however.

Another ten minutes later and you were still staring at the ceiling.

“I know you’re up.” You spoke, breaking the silence.

You heard Neymar pretend to groan,

“Ugh, I was almost asleep.” He playfully responded.

You turned your head to look at him, barely able to make out his silhouette beside you in the darkness, “Oh please. You must have sleep paralysis if you’re thrashing around like that in your sleep.”

You both stared at each other in silence for a moment, before he spoke again, “Well, if you can’t sleep, and I can’t sleep, then I can only think of one solution.”

“And that is?” You questioned.

“Well, we have to have sex obviously. You know, tire each other out.”

You choked on your spit, shocked by his suggestion, “Are you crazy? Your parents are literally next door!”

He disregarded your comment, shifting to pull you closer till he was hovering above you, “You worry too much baby.”

You rolled your eyes, putting your hands on his chest to shove him off you.

“What the hell, where did your shirt go?” You questioned, feeling the smooth skin beneath your hands.

“It fell off.” He smirked.

“Don’t act like you don’t like my muscles.” He spoke, his face close enough to yours that you could see the wiggle of his eyebrows.

You laughed, playing into it.

“You’re so right, I love them.” You said, running your hands over his chest, and pulling him down closer to you so that your noses were brushing, faces millimeters apart, before trailing your hands lightly down his torso.

You heard his breath hitch and felt his muscles contort at your touch.

“You like that baby?” you cooed, playing with the waistband of his shorts. You let it snap against his skin as you purposely slipped a teasing hand inside just to remove it a second later.

He was taken back by your forwardness, and you knew you had him just where you wanted.

“What Ney no words for me now? You were so talkative before?” You asked mockingly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Y/n.” He whined but you didn’t listen, one of your hands going to the back of his neck and tugging at his curls, while the other propped you up, closing the gap. You attached your lips to the most sensitive spot on his neck and began to lay butterfly kisses.

He whispered your name again, his breath hot against your ear as he began nibbling on it. You smirked against his skin, continuing your trail as you slid further down, under him.

His hand reached out to touch you, and the second his hand made contact with your waist you pushed him off you, hearing him let out a grunt when he landed on the mattress.

“What the hell?” He groaned, his breathing still labored.

“That’s what you get for keeping me up.” You smirked, turning onto your side and cuddling into the sheets.

“Are you serious, Y/n-“

He went to speak but you cut him off.

“Goodnight Ney.”

He groaned again, “You’re such a tease.”

You didn’t say anything after that, sleepiness overtaking your body. You heard more shuffling, and you instinctively rolled over, pulling Neymar into your body, falling asleep with your legs over his, spooning him.

[k8kaa]

# — HCS . PREVY HCS !$

— info : some random pervert hcs :3

— pairing : hcs !! very heavy lime ?! afab reader

— tws : nsfw mdni ! this is bf pervert hcs. i dont make non con stuff!!

— a/n : im ovulating sigh . i ngh

prevert!neymar likes to ‘accidentally’ walk on to you showering and shower with you . you guys end up making love cause hes just horni.

pervert!joao likes to throw his clothes under his bed so you can bend down and get for him , oh how he loves to see you struggle and groan.

pervert!mount likes to put your phone on silent and place it on a shelf you cant reach , when you find your phone .. you keep jumping to reach it! “mason! please help!!” your boyfriend pretends to not have seen your groan cutely to get it “hm? you needed me sweetheart?” he smirks “oh!?! you pervert!” you bonk his head.

pervert!harvtez likes to take you shopping for pretty and short skirts , he peaks from the fitting room to watch you change .. hard as a fycking rock . he smirks .“hm? is someone out there?” you ask so innocently . and he runs out of the fitting rooms as if nothing happened.

[neymarismyfave]

Relax.

Warning(s): Angst and fluff.

Parings: Husband!Neymar Jr and Female!Reader.

Requested?: No. (C'mon yall!)

Summary: Neymars frustration about his hair is getting on Y/ns nerves.

A/n: I'm so sorry about being so inactive!

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"Neymar. It's hair." Y/n sighed of annoyance for what seems to be the one-hundreth time.

"So? It still matters!" Neymar complains as he attempted to fix a strand of hair that was getting on his nerves. "Damnit!" He curses as he fails for what also seems to be the one-hundreth time.

"Oh my god Neymar! Just let me help!" Y/n snapped as she walked toward her husband.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?" She asked with a sigh.

Neymar rolls his eyes before going back to working on his hair.

"Y'know I hate it when you ignore me." Y/n muttered.

"I rolled my eyes at you, so basically I didn't ignore you." Neymar replies snarkily.

Y/n gives him a sharp glare. "Fine." She snarls before begging to walk off. "I rolled my eyes at you, so blah blah blah." She mocked her husband's Brazilian accent and sparky reply.

"Mock me all you want." Neymar murmurs to himself.

"Will do, Pineapple." Y/n mumbled before turning the corner and exiting the bathroom.

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Over the next five minutes, Y/n had sat in silence, listening to her husband's curses, occasionally chuckling to herself.

She found it amusing at how independent he was, but then she assumed it was his Aquarius energy.

"Meu Amor?" She heard Neymar call out.

"Yes bebê?" She called back.

"Help?" She barley heard her husband say. She rolled her eyes. "What'd you do this time?" She'd call back.

"Just c'mere." She heard Neymar groan.

She huffed as she stood up and stretched. She yawned before heading into the bathroom once more, only to see frustrated tears streaming down her husband's face.

"If men had periods...this would be the definition of it." Y/n sighed to herself as she stood and watched her love cry.

"Oh amor." She whispered as she approached the stressed man.

"It won't fucking stick." Neymar whispered as his wife placed a hand on his shoulder.

"This?" She asked softly as she pointed to the loose strand of hair Neymar had been trying to manhandle for the last 20 minutes.

Neymar nods and wipes the tears.

"Didn't you try hair gel?" Y/n asked and it clicked.

Neymar chuckled at himself. "Meu amor, you are a genius." He sighed before walking over to the cabinet to grab out his hair gel he completely forgot he had possession of.

"Neymar Da Silva Santos Jr." Y/n sighed as Neymar had successfully put a small amount of hair gel in his hand and finally put his hair into place. "You're telling me, you worked on your hair for 20 minutes and even broke down because you forgot hair gel?" Y/n asked, almost asking herself at this point.

"Sorry, amor." Neymar said with a cheesy smile as he turned around to face his wife he'd basically die without.

"You owe me cuddles." Y/n muttered as she walked up to man she loves and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"But-" Neymar was stopped. "You owe me." Y/n glared.

"Fine." Neymad muttered.

"Good. Now kiss me, please." Y/n whispered as she puckered her lips causing a larger and cheesier smile to form.

"So needy. I hate it." Neymar teased. As he leant down and placed a soft kiss on Y/ns slightly chapped lips.

"But you love me." Y/n whispered against Neymars lips.

"That I do."

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Hope you enjoyed!

[k9iriz]

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 / • 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐫

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆, 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 (𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁, 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴) 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 + 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴.

𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠/𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

“𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦…𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦…”

smiling in the mirror as i applied the rest of my lip gloss, before backing up, looking at my dress, just taking in how fine i looked.

i looked so good.

as i fixed my dress, i walked out of the bathroom, until i was met downstairs by someone helping neymar with his suit tie, as i examined his whole outfit…

wet as hell you should say.

“excuse us.” Neymar dismissed his stylist as i stood at the end of the stairs, snatching my eyes off of him, to make it look like i wasn’t staring…

i can’t help but to stare, he’s so fine.

but that’s my best-friend, well. that title flew out the window when we did one night…have drunk sex, and it was intentional…but it was the best night of my life.

the way his ass made me scream, moan and beg, i was surprised nobody filed a noise complaint…and I still think about that day.

us just sneaking around with no strings attached, due to the media, but i could care less.

but i actually did care.

i always caught feelings and it was a burden wearing on me, like how could i tell him…i really love him? after all these years.

“não aja como se eu não tivesse pego você olhando para mim me vestindo, amor.” neymar smirked, before lifting my head up with his finger. [don't act like i didn't catch you looking at me getting dressed, love.]

it’s so sexy when he speaks his own language…let alone english..

“você não viu nada.” i smirked, as i leaned in, before i kissed his lips, but only neymar deepening it… [you didn’t see nothing]

tongue and all.

i could swallow his face in one…because, it’s something about him.

we both been so busy with shit, we barely got to “sneak” with each other…im just missing his touch…his hands all over my body.

“okay! okay! stop it before we get caught…” i smiled, as my face was just lit up with him caressing me and kissing me everywhere, even on my neck…

“mnm...este vestido está me deixando louca...deixe-me tirá-lo de você. um tempo...” neymar whispered, begged in my ear, before kissing amongst it, causing me to get lost in the pleasure. [mnm...this dress is driving me crazy...just let me take it off of you. one time...]

this shit felt so damn good…

“p-papi! íamos ser pegos! pare com isso.” i muttered in his ear, feeling his hands slide up down the entrance, playing with my panties. [“we were going to get caught! stop this." ]

“shhh…just jump for me.” neymar looked at me, wrapping his hands around my ass, helping me to sit on the table.

“no! i can’t…oh fuck.” i threw my head back before i felt my eyes roll back…just disappearing in the back of my skull, this shit was euphoric.

his thumb rubbed my folds up and down in slow, circular movements, before his face was inches apart from yours, just teasing you.

“fala comigo princesa, assim mesmo com esses seus lindos gemidos...” those words rolled off of his tongue like magic, just staring at me throughout the whole encounter. [“talk to me princess, just like that with those pretty moans of yours..."]

eye contact made me fold with so much ease.

“q-quit teasing me papi…” i breathed out, feeling my body jolt at the movements speeding up, before my words got cut off with a loud moan, before we heard a voice in the distance.

neymar taking his fingers from under my dress as his fingers were wet, covered in my juices before slowly smirking, smacking the side of my thigh, catching my attention.

“suck.” neymar demanded, before i grabbed his wrist, swirling my tongue all around his fingers as the tension rose between me and him…it was nothing but pure bliss.

before releasing, he groaned softly, leaving a string of spit, before biting my lip…talk about a interrupted quicky.

“we have to go ney!” his manager loudly reminded as he looked back me, before kissing my lips, helping me down and fixing my dress.

such a gentlemen.

“vamos terminar esta sessão mais tarde, amor.” neymar smirked, before he grabbed my hand, walking out with me to his event. [“let's finish this session later, love.”]

this was gonna be a good night.

a solid two hours at the event, i took pictures and smiled and gave it my all as neymar seemed to be doing the same, just having fun.

but his eyes never left me at all, dropping a item, i bent over to pick it up, slightly seeing my dress slide up, revealing my thin stringed panties, causing me to mentally smirk.

i knew he was watching…so why not make him beg for it? and tease him while we’re at it. to make the night a bit interesting…

neymar was in a trance all night, just plainly looking at me all night…

he just wanted to touch you again…just seeing your dress slide up..turned him on even more.

i was reserved at a sitting table from behind neymar, who was still staring at me as i made small talk with my makeup artist, as everyone greeted and hugged each other.

before you could retaliate, your makeup artist excused herself to the bathroom, feeling wet lips kissing my cheek, catching me off guard like hell-

“ney!-stop it-” i gasped as he kissed both sides of my neck, making me flutter eyes in satisfaction, before his hands sat around my waist again, hearing him groan in every kiss he made…my plan must be working.

“mnm…you smell so good.” neymar spoke against your neck, hitting your sweet spot…let me stop before a tape airs, because he’s not gonna stop…but this felt tooo good.

“papi, we’re in a public placeee…and that’s my sweet s-spot…” i struggled to spit out, but came out a jumbled moans in between.

ouuu he knows what he’s doing to me…

“você esteve me provocando a noite toda princesa... e este vestido está me deixando louca pra caralho e você sabe disso...” neymar whispered, kissing trails against your neck again before kissing onto your ear, his hands feeling all up and down my body… [you’ve been teasing me all night princess...and this dress is driving me fucking crazy and you know that...]

i completely snapped out of it because the event was over, but it was still people here…let me stoppp.

“i know but you kissing on me like this and there’s people around.” i bit down in my lip before i felt him lightly kissing and sucking at certain spots on my neck, causing me to moan, but only for him to hear.

“that’s why im saying…let’s go back to my house, i wanna see this dress around your ankles amor.” as his kisses intensified, causing me to smile at that idea…just persuading me so easily…

thank god no one really was near.

oooo child.

“that sounds good, papi…how about you do the honors? “ i responded, a slick response as it made neymar released his lips away from my neck before neymar grabbed my hand.

“that sounds good baby.” neymar agreed, him watching you walk out after him as he slapped your ass, making you jump.

guess this was another good night…

heyy! y’all know i gotta thank y’all for the support, i seen u wanted more and stuff so my requests are mostly closed until i get situated!

but let me know how i did! and thanks to @bnksisre for the idea y’all 😩!

lmk if i did good! 🥺

[mchlgayser]

Hi. Can you do being pregnet with Richarlison?

MY LOVES!

starring: richarlison x female!reader

warning: mention of nausea but nothing too expressive

author's note: hi anon, I especially wanna thank you for the request! I try my best and hope you'll like it and according to what you like most!! Anything that's not up to your liking please inform me immediately I will try my best to correct it <3 messy writings ahead!! but anw hope you and the readers enjoy it!! xx & not proofread

song suggestion: marry you by bruno mars

The wrenching sensation on your belly almost makes you jump from your seat, you run to the toilet and vomit on the toilet bowl, it was truly a disgusting sense with a few strands of your hair getting in there. You stay on the floor with mouth-stained and labored breathing. Your stomach feels ill and weird. One of your co-workers was there eyeing you, asking if you are alright. It was the mid-30s-year-old woman that work from the other departure. She was putting on some lipstick when you busted through the door

She helped you get up and you rinsed your mouth with water. You hate puking, you hate the odd sensation on your throat after you vomits. You quickly thanked her and left to your cabin room once again. You are getting work done and typing away on the computer. You don't know how many hours has passed but it was starting to get dark inside, the horizon is painted with an orangey-yellowish hue, the sun is just about to set.

You wrapped up your work, and get your stuff leaving the room with your jacket on your forearm.

-

Waiting in the lobby for nearly thirty minutes, with two coffees on the table with two slices of bread, your patience has started to grow thin, your husband whom supposedly picked you up thirty minutes ago had just stood you up.

Your ringtone rings and you picked it up with an exasperated sigh, the caller id show your husband's name on it 'Hey linda, I'm outside now!' You grumbled under your breath, not even reply to him and just hung up.

You see his car park on the entrance of the lobby and get inside 'Hey Linda!' He went to hug you to which you clasp back

'How's your practice?' You strike up a chatter, and he shrugs 'Good I guess?' You hums averting to the window and watch how many houses you passed by 'Lindo wanna go somewhere else first? Like a place to--'

'Nah let's just go home.' You gave him one tiny smile 'I know you are tired, I can just cook something..' You mentioned, palm on his hand

You slumped your head against the window admiring the night-horizon city, when out of nowhere a thunder rumbles, you stare at the night sky above, the blue hue painted with gold-ish-white strikes. The rain began pit-pattering against the car window as your eyes began closing bit by bit.

You woke up by a sizzling smell of of meat, it was one of a kind of aromatic scent that cured your tiredness. You jolted from bed, realizing now yourself is fully dressed in your pajama attire. You run downstairs seeing your husband on the kitchen sizzling steaks. The juicy meat was topped with smashed garlic and rosemary. It's looking mouth-watering.

He was wearing an apron on and you smile, giggling at the thought how cute and considerate of him to cook and take care of you.

You tiptoed behind him, placing your arms around him and caging him in you, chest against his broad back, he swiftly turn his head and flush to see you, sparkly eyes like a puppy

'It smells so good--' You take another strong sniff on those steak but a strong sensation building up again at the pit of your stomach, dashing to the bathroom and starts puking.

You groaned getting so angry at yourself for ruining such a lovely moment, Richarlison came up behind you caressing your back in a circling gesture 'Are you okay Linda?' You hum, wiping off the stained from the corner of your mouth and went to wash your hand on the sink 'I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening with me? The smell... It makes me nauseous...' Richarlison brought you to the couch and sit beside you 'Do you not want to eat the steak? You want something else?' You shake your head at him, your eyes becoming moist with tears and you suddenly cries

He engulfed you in his arms, peppering kisses on your head 'It's okay, don't cry!' He try to assure you but that only makes you cry even harder 'It must look like I don't want to eat your food right? I want bananas!' You wailed and held onto his shirt, he was stunned for a moment before he blasted into a lousy laughter

You look up at him, offended 'What?!' He was having a hard time containing his laugh, he take your hand bringing you back to the kitchen, and again he sat you down on the island stool and open the fridge bringing you some bananas

'I'm do glad we had this at home' He chortle, you took the bananas grabbing the peanut butter and smother some on it and eat it

He watches in amusement seeing you eat in a such weird combinations as if you are.... Richarlison stepped back accidently clashing on the stool and it fell 'You startled me!' He has a wide grin on his face 'Wait!' He ran upstairs with you watching him in pure confusion

Richarlison came with something in his hand, you choke on the banana with cheese as you saw him holding a pregnancy test box, 'What the fuck?! When did you ever had this?'

'My mom gave it to me.' He shrugs, bringing your body up and ushered you to the bathroom 'Now go! Good luck!' Rolling your eyes at his words, you take the test away from him and did as he asked.

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It's been more than five minutes but you haven't got out yet, he found himself began to knocking on the door, his hand bawling as he aggressively knocks on the door 'Wait!' You croaks, hands shaky as you twisted the doorknob and gave him the test

It was positive, and Richarlison being Richarlison he could't help but to bursted into a happy screams, his face is red with tears in his eyes 'Meu deus! You are preggo!!!' He twirls you around, your smile is widening each seconds being so happy that this sickness of yours turns out to be not so bad as you expected.

The rest of the night was him on the phone all day, telling his folks, parents, family and relatives. He's just being his usual self, the best man of your life.

[luvneymar]

okey, take this as a suggestion!!! imagine Neymar fulfilling all the whims of his wife pregnant with twins, need to live that dream :((♡♡

ilyyy ♡:3

PREGNANT PICKLES — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: Neymar fulfills all the whims of his wife pregnant especially your odd food cravings.

PARING: young!neymar x young!reader

It was around 2am and you were tossing and turning in your sleep, being pregnant with twins was sort of a miracle but it was also a nightmare for you; a stomach sleeper.

The first time you realized you couldn’t sleep on your stomach you were heartbroken, but your amazing boyfriend bought you some pregnancy contraption that allowed you to sleep onto your stomach.

You shot up from your sleep feeling pain shoot all over your body, or rather just hot flashes. You sat up adjusting your pregnancy pillows as you stared out the window admiring the Brazilian night sky.

As you caressed your very pregnant belly you begun to feel discomfort; in your stomach as it rumbled loudly alerting you that it needed more food —despite you eating just 3 hours ago.

Contemplating what you should eat you felt your son kick you in your side clearly annoyed that you wouldn’t feed him; how did you know it was your son? Your daughter was pretty mellow only slightly giving you discomfort as she turned over.

But your son? Lord he was a beast. Especially at night when you were trying to get some sleep, kicking, turning, whatever he could do to disturb you. You swung your swollen legs to the side of the bed as you slid down until you could exit the bed.

You walked over to Neymar’s side of the bed standing there hesitant to wake him seeing after his snoring adorable face, Neymar didn’t get much sleep ever since he switched clubs and found out you were pregnant.

You hadn’t realized you looked like some crazy woman straight out of a horror movie till Neymar jolted away after seeing some figure standing over him. “What the fuck— God! Baby are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Neymar pulled his hand from under the pillow and wrapped it around your waist pulling you into him as you sat on the edge of the bed leaning into Neymar as he rubbed his hand up and down your back. “Is everything alright?”

“Hungry, the babies are hungry. For peanut butter covered pickles & chocolate syrup with whiskey. Oh! And a ghost pepper.” You whispered as you wrapped your arm around your boyfriend playing with his hair, he chuckled hearing your odd cravings.

“Baby you can’t drink whiskey remember?” He reminded you as he helped you off the bed getting up right behind you placing both of his hands on your waist directing you to the door as you both walked towards the kitchen. “Oh yeah, I’ll just drink the chocolate syrup then.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, Meu Amour.” He laughed at your delusions, once you both reached the kitchen he sat you down at the island chair before walking towards the kitchen grabbing all the ingredients.

Once he grabbed all the ingredients you requested he begun to plate them exactly to your specifications as if it was second nature; which really? It was. “Baby?”

“Mmh?” He hummed out as he drizzled the chocolate syrup on the peanut butter covered pickles, he begun breathing through his nose as the smell was to repulsive for his nose, but Neymar loves you so he put up with it anyway.

“Do you wanna try these with me? They’re really good.” You smiled at him as you took a bite out of the diabolical meal you were craving, he turned to you with a bright smile on his face before continuing, “No. No thanks baby.”

“Suit yourself.” You hummed as you took a bite into your ghost pepper biting the whole pepper off, ever since you got pregnant your tastes have changed drastically & you’ve basically lost your sense of spice, sweetness & everything else between the lines.

As you continued to munch on your food you noticed Neymar was staring at you, palm on resting on his cheek with a stupid smile on his face as he stared at you like a lovesick puppy.

“What? Something on my face?” You muttered out chewing on your food as you look up at your husband with a confused Bambi look on your face causing him to chuckle at your cuteness.

“Nothing I just love you.” He muttered as he made his way across the island table to give you a forehead kiss. Hearing his words made you tear up in happiness along with the excess hormones.

Seeing you begin to cry sent Neymar in a panic unsure as what to do despite this happening millions of times, “Baby why are you crying? Is it something I said?” He panicked hovering over you.

“N-No! No it’s just, You’re so nice a-and sweet to me even when I look like a fat pregnant lady! Just ignore me it’ll stop soon.” You sobbed through your sentence pushing Neymar as he tried to wipe your tears.

“How can I ignore my wife when she’s crying?” He replied pulling you in for a hug until your tears stopped, which they didn’t. You just begun to sob harder hearing his sweet words.

“When your wife is drowning in estrogen & hormones because she’s carry two of your children.” You replied finally wiping away your tears.

“And I thank God & you for that everyday.” Neymar kissed you on your forehead once again before sitting beside you on the island taking your hand into his.

“You better, I feel like i’m going to burst every second of the day.” You grumbled biting off another piece of your last pickle covered in mustard.

Neymar lightly laughed at your confession kissing your head as he got up placing your plate into the sink. “I love you, too baby.”

“I never said that.” Swinging your feet that barely touched the floor in the chair, you begun to spin around lightly as not to get dizzy.

“But I know it, and you know it. So you don’t have to say it.” He replied, once he finished washing your plate he made his way back to your side to help you get out of the chair.

Neymar kissed your cheek as he helped you walk back the bedroom, once you reached the bedroom he tucked you into your side of the bed soon joining you.

Once you both were settled he turned on face you giving you a quick kiss on your lips before turning off the night light. “Good?”

“Good.” You smiled at him before pulling the covers over you as you felt Neymar pulled your body into his arm wrapped around your waist.

[applejuicefruit]

Neymar being protective over reader when a man tried to harass her please?💜💜

Hii! Thank you for requesting this ⭐️

I hope you like it ⭐️

tw: panic attack, touching without consent, harassment

My sunshine

You and Neymar started dating a year ago. You met when you moved to Paris and he couldn’t help but feeling attracted to you. Not just your beauty, he loved everything about you. Your shyness. Your kindness. Everything.

You were the perfect opposites.

You were shy and introvert, you hated parties, loud music and alcohol. Your ideal saturday night was staying at home with junk food and movies. Alone. Just enjoying that night for yourself.

He, on the other side, wasn’t shy. He liked to party. He was known for throwing big parties. His ideal saturday night was getting wasted at the club and dancing till morning came. Of course, when he didn’t have any match.

This time you had to go with him though. He thrown a birthday party for one of his best friend and he wanted you there. You tried to convince him to stay home but he wouldn’t listen, he wanted you to go. So you had no choice.

You wore a long grey dress, not to revealing, a pair of black boots and a leather jacket. You were nervous but tried to act normal.

“You look gorgeous meu amor” he said kissing your cheek.

You said nothing but smiled a little.

You left home and went straight to the club.

When you arrived you could already sense your anxiety rising.

“Just a couple of hours and then we’ll go home” Neymar said in your ear and you smiled at him.

Neymar tried to keep you close to him as much as he could but eventually he went dancing with his friends and, knowing you weren’t comfortable he said nothing, he kissed you on the cheek and left you there. All alone. In a huge place with people you didn’t know.

You went straight to sit on a black leather couch you saw a little bit away from the crowd and began to drink your water to calm yourself down a bit.

After 20 minutes Neymar was still dancing and you couldn’t help but smile at seeing him so happy.

But everything changed when a man sat next to you with a glass of wine in hand.

“What is doing a pretty little thing here all alone?” he asked trying to flirt with you.

You began to panic a bit.

“Nothing” you said with a firm voice

“Why don’t we go to dance?” he asked you

“No I’m fine thank you”

“Okay…do you wanna leave? I know a place where we could go”

“No I’ll stay here”

“You sure?” he asked now putting a hand on your arm. You flinched a little. You didn’t like when people touched you out of nothing.

“Yes I’m sure but you can go if you want to”

“Nahhh…I’ll stay here” he said while his hand was going to your breast. You were feeling so uncomfortable but you didn’t know what to do. You tried to look for Neymar but he couldn’t see you.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the restroom” you said standing up and left.

You didn’t know where you were going as the place was huge and your eyes were glossy full of tears.

Once you got in the corridor you started crying and you held your self to the wall because you couldn’t stand up straight.

You were having a panic attack and no one was there to help you. Neymar wasn’t there.

You tried to calm yourself down but couldn’t concentrate. Too many thoughts invading your head.

“Here you are” the man of before said to you when he found you “are you okay baby? You want to get out of here?” he asked and you couldn’t help but feeling disgusted at how he tried to get into your pants when you weren’t clearly thinking straight

“No i’m good”

“C’mon I’ll help you” he said putting his hands around your waist

“No let me go…”

“Don’t be brat I just want to help you” he said while his hand went back straight to your breast.

“Don’t touch me…” you said trying to fight back but he wouldn’t leave you alone

“I know you want this” he said kissing your neck and you couldn’t help but feeling dirty.

He tried to lift your dress up when a pair of hands removed him from your body. It was Neymar.

You were sto tired of everything that you let yourself falling on the ground.

“Don’t you dare to touch her again” Neymar shouted while punching the guy right in the face

“Ney-Neymar I’m so sorry” the guy said before leaving.

You couldn’t stop crying.

Your head on your knees.

Ney ’s heart broke at the sight of you.

“Meu amor…can I pick you up?” he asked kneeling in front of you.

You said no.

You didn’t want anybody to touch you, not even your boyfriend.

“Okay…” he said softly

“I wanna go home” you whispered and he nodded.

You stood up by yourself and went straight into the car, Ney following you behind.

You didn’t spoke the whole ride. Too shocked to even say a word.

When you got home you went straight into the shower, letting the hot water cleaning your body. You felt dirty. You kept rubbing your skin until it turned red. You washed yourself but you didn’t feel clean, at all.

You got out of the shower and wore a black comfy pajamas and went to bed.

You saw Neymar laid on the bed waiting for you.

“Babe? Can we talk about it?” he asked

“I’d rather not”

“Baby…I’m so sorry I let this happen to you, I should have been there”

“It’s not your fault Neyney” you said and he smiled when you called him by nickname

“I should have been with you the whole night”

“Neymar, you had every right to have fun…you’re not my babysitter”

“No but I’m your boyfriend and I’m meant to protect you…”

“Ney…” you said putting your head on his shoulder “can you hug me?” you asked in a soft voice

He smiled and hugged you “I just wished it didn’t happen”

“Me too…” you whispered and he kissed your neck “I just wished I didn’t feel so dirty” you said completely breaking down

“Ehi no baby…no, don’t think like that, it wasn’t your fault, my sunshine, my beautiful sunshine, don’t ever think like that again okay? It wasn’t your fault…” he said keeping you close while you cried. You couldn’t even reply because of the tears. He started singing a soft brazilian song to help you calm down. Eventually you did. You fell asleep right there in his arms, while he was still singing to you. You wished you could stay there forever, in his arms, while feeling safe and protected.

[nymrs]

can u write something about Neymar begging reader to make tiktoks with him

#1. LAMBADA | Neymar Jr

Sorry if this is bad, didn’t write for such a long time

"God Ney, what are you doing?", you shouted out. You were in the bathroom getting ready for todays dinner when you heard the same song play over and over again. It was Lambada by Kaoma. Admittedly, you loved the song, but it started getting on your nerves after listening to it for probably the fifth or sixth time.

Neymar didn’t respond, so after putting on your red lipstick and quickly fixing your hair, you rushed out of the bathroom. You thought he fell asleep, which would be an explanation for the endless loop of the song. Slowly opening the bedroom door, you saw your boyfriend dancing around the room as he kept on turning around to check himself on his phone that seemed to record Neymars moves. Every time he faced his phone, he would stick his tongue out and do a little jump. Though you didn’t want to disturb his sweet dance session, you couldn’t hold back a giggle, which made him jump up and look back to you. He started laughing as well, then softly dragged you into the room. "TikTok huh?", you smiled. He nodded as the song continued to play. Neymar put one arm around your waist, his other hand intertwined with yours. The two of you slowly started moving back and forth with the rhythm. "But it’s not a song you dance to alone", he winked at you, a big grin appearing on his face. You shook your head from left to right, "I love our little dances but they're not going on TikTok." He pouted and repeatedly kissed your cheek. "Please, let’s just do it for fun. It’s not serious", he said in between the kisses.

"No Ney, no." You tried to free yourself from his grip, but he pulled you even closer. "And if we just do it for ourselves? Maybe you’ll like it and even let me post it", he smirked, looking you deeply in the eyes. You let out a sigh, "Fine." Neymar happily smiled and kissed your cheek once more before you found yourselves dancing around the room again. His arm around your hands, your hand intertwined with his and him singing along, you even forgot that you were being recorded. You were simply enjoying this sweet moment the two of you shared. At least until he picked you up bridal style and swung you around while shouting "Dançada lambada". You wrapped your hands around his neck and started laughing before getting lost in his beautiful sparkling eyes that gazed at you in absolute love and admiration. "Eu te amo", he mouthed and placed a short but loving kiss onto your lips.

"Post it", you mumbled as you rewatched the video countless times. "Really?", he made sure, his eyes widened in excitement. You nodded in agreement. Usually you didn’t like being posted that much since Neymar and you announced your relationship publicly not too long ago, but you weren’t able to take your eyes off the video. You were still nervous as you finally watched him posting it onto his TikTok. Neymar looked up at you, grabbing your hand while you were deeply breathing in. "Don’t worry meu amor, they’ll love you for bringing out my silly side." And he wasn’t wrong about that. His fans loved the video and were hoping for many more to come.

[swayziiwriter]

Rainy days | Neymar jr

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

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You take my cock so good bebê"

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

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

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

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

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

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