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Illicit Affairs || Neymar Jr. Imagine|| Pt. 3

Note: Happy 2023!!! So sorry for the delay in the release of this chapter. Had a mini writer's block for a moment but I managed to fix it. Hope you all like it! Let me know your thoughts!

Disclaimer: Gif not mine. Credit to owner.

Warnings: Smut. Hehe.

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“I’m sorry, okay? I have no excuse for what happened, but I still care about her. I can’t just let her go away like that.”

“Well, she shouldn’t have gone to your house in the first place” it has been about twelve hours since Neymar had called to tell you about his ex showing up at his place and that he even escorted her to her house. “How did she even know where you were? It's not exactly your house, it is rented.”

“I- It's not the first time I'm staying here and, well, she knows because…” this whole thing was getting you in such a touchy move.

“What really happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” You were so afraid of the answer.

“Y/N, nothing happened. She didn’t try to kiss me or anything. We just…hugged” for some reason you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

“Sure. Just a hug. She is trying to get back with you and she didn’t try anything.”

“You have a really bad perception of her.”

“I’m going with what you have told me, but I guess it's all a lie” you roll your eyes even if you know that he can’t see you.

He sighs on the other end of the phone. Something told you it was getting out of hand, that it wasn’t your place. Yet you wouldn’t be feeling this way if he hadn’t given you reasons to think this could go further, which he has ever since the first kiss and saying he was breaking up with her.

“Come over and we’ll watch a movie, yeah? I’ll pick you up, we can go eat. I don’t know I just…I miss you, babe. I don’t like you being mad and me not being there and I have to get back home soon.” Ah, right. Maybe you shouldn’t be wasting your time fighting with him like this.

Of course, you hesitate to answer just cause. “Fine, I’ll get ready.”

He opens the door for you and you take cautious steps. It was a small apartment, but not what you’d consider small. More like what Neymar would consider small for himself. “Ignore the mess” he says as he tries to shove you forward.

“Wow. What a mess. Your luggage is open” you tease and he chuckles before reaching around your waist, pulling you close earning a squeal from you as he lifts you up. A few steps in and he is tossing you into the bed, quickly getting on top of you and tickling you as he laughs when you try to find his spots.

"Hey" he says after a few more moments of laughter, stopping his attack on you. "You are perfect" he runs a hand through your hair and kisses your forehead. "I love you" he takes you by surprise and he knows it, so he leans in to kiss you, you guess to save you the embarrassment.

His kiss is slow, almost a brush of lips. His hand is on your waist, lifting your shirt slightly to touch the skin above your waistband with his fingertips causing goosebumps over your body. Your legs seemed to have caught a life of its own and spread for him to be in between them, your arms going under him to hold him close. "Do you mean it?" You ask as you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath.

"I do" he smiles, that flirty, Neymar smile that would have anyone swooning over him. He was perfect, and he was yours right now. You lean in again and deepen the kiss in seconds, your tongue invading his mouth as he tried to do the same. You hum at the feeling, just kissing him like this was making you want him so bad and you didn't feel like holding back anymore.

You pull away and tug at his shirt, he sits up and it is soon discarded, your hands running down his chest before he gets you to sit up. His fingers are quick to reach the hem of your shirt and pull it up, toss it aside and dive in to kiss your neck. His scruff made you giggle for a moment, and you felt him smile onto your skin before his teeth started to nip on it. Your hand was on his neck, holding him close while the other one was around his back. Your head falls back to expose your neck to him, eyes fluttering close at the feeling of his lips on your neck and every now and then his tongue tracing a line down to your collarbone earning goosebumps. He gets comfortable between your legs, grinding against you causing your hips to move for friction and it felt so good.

He lifts himself up and undoes the buttons of your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear, then proceeding to do the same with his own. You take a glance at his cock, your legs pressing together for a moment as you feel that funny feeling down there. He was just…wow.

"Like what you see?"

"Let's not get cocky" you playfully say before reaching for him and pulling him for a kiss. His fingers move down your waist, a soft brush as they pass your clit and move along your entrance collecting your wetness.

"All this for me, baby?" He mutters and he groans when you raise your hips. "And I have barely started." His hand paws at your pussy, fingers moving just enough to cover your clit and entrance as he teases, your hips bucking desperately for him. "Easy" he calls as he looks into your eyes, lips away from yours which he steals a glance every now and then before they look at his movements. He moves away his hand and sucks on one of his fingers, his eyes closing as he hums, "You taste so good." The fingers return to their previous place, but his index finger enters you and he is slow in his action, sliding it in and out slowly letting you get used to it. Your bottom lip gets caught in between your teeth to hold back your sounds as he picks up the pace, going faster before stopping just to add a second finger and you moan in pleasure. "Don't hold back. Let me hear you, princess" his nose nudges your cheek, lips moving to bite on your ear and tug at it.

"Right there" you point out in a short breath as he hits your spot. His eyebrows raise questionably, moving his fingers just enough to hit that place again and you nod your head. His eyes were dark with lust, his pupils fully dilated and he looked too hot for you right now as he fingered you so good. Your back arches and you scrunch the bedsheet within your reach as he hits that spot over and over again. Your toes curling at the feeling of his thumb now playing with your clit. Your other hand, the one close to his body, reaches for him, wrapping your arms around him before starting with slow strokes making him groan.

Your hand picks up the pace, matching his own and teasingly stopping only to run your thumb along the head slowly spreading his pre-cum. He seemed to like it cause when you started to do it his body tensed and the arm that was keeping him up gave up and he was now laying next to you. His lips agape and his eyes closed as you played with him. You needed him so bad inside of you, but his fingers were also so good, just hitting the right spots…

"Come here" he commands as he pulls his fingers from you and holds them up. You have never done what you are about to do, but apparently you weren't against it either as you wrapped your lips around his fingers to taste yourself. Your eyes close and you hum as you feel yourself getting more turned on by that simple action. "Turn around" he gets himself comfortable on the bed, resting fully on his back. That's another thing you haven't done, if it was what you thought and you guessed so.

"Ney, I haven't…"

"Do you mean the position or the whole thing?" His voice is not judging or anything, he is curious and you could maybe see some concern in his eyes.

"The whole…position, the thing only once" you admit, flinching internally. One time you gave your ex a blowjob and for some reason you didn't enjoy it as much as you thought. One time he ate you out and it was weird and you felt nothing. The two combined didn't sound so promising, but it doesn't have to be the same this time.

"If you don't want to, it's fine," he says. "I just want to taste you first." His hips buck when he says it.

"I don't mind…I think" you shrug and start moving.

"Babe, if you don't feel comfortable it's okay…"

"It's fine" you kiss the side of his chest as you turn around, stealing a glance and just seeing him smile.

"If you want me to stop, just say it" he assures you and you nod.

You bite your lip nervously as you get on top of him, legs on either side of his shoulder, his hands reaching for your ass as he squeezes it. Your hand starts stroking him again, feeling it twitch because of what you were doing. You bend down slightly. Lips pressed together, tongue wetting them before they part to take him, and just in cue, his tongue swipes along your entrance and you shiver.

You start with the head, only taking it into your mouth to get used to the feeling before taking more of him. Neymar groans against you, sending a pleasurable vibration through your whole body. Once you have most of him past your lips, you start bobbing your head. His tongue darts out and moves past your lips, lapping on your juices as if he hadn't had anything to drink through the day, and it felt so good that you couldn't stop your own sounds of pleasure even if you had him in your mouth half way deep.

His hips start to buck when you start taking more of him in your mouth, and you try to relax your throat as he does. Your tongue flattens on the side and he stops moving as he starts sucking on your clit making you moan loudly. His tongue is quick flicking your bundle of nerves, stopping a few seconds to lap on your juices that were dripping now before sucking again. His hands held your hips tightly, you felt like it would leave marks later but you didn't care, you were enjoying this way too much. Your back arches as you keep stroking him, playing with the tip and running your tongue along the sides of his cock. You didn't recognize yourself right now. You were the most mellow person when it came to this and now this man apparently woke up a side of you that you didn't know yourself.

"Turn around, baby. I want to get inside you" he mutters and you are quick to move to face him. He sits up against the headrest, pulling you on him but not without causing some teasing friction first. He places you in a way that as your hips move you can feel the friction of his cock against your clit, you bite your lip at the feeling and he smiles. "You like that? Feeling me against you like this?" His hips buck and you gasp, only being able to nod your head. "I'll make you feel good now, amor" he kisses your cheek and lifts your hips up, your hand reaching to align him against your entrance. "Can't find the whole?" He asks laughing and you hit him with your free hand.

"Shut up" you laugh with him before managing to get the tip snuggled in enough for you to let go and move down his length. The way he was stretching you with every inch was giving you a, even strange, pleasurable burn, feeling him throb inside you before you moved turned you on more.

"You feel so good, princesa. So tight" he raises his hips, wiggling them and you hold back a gasp. His hands move up your waist, your hips, your ribcage and up to your breasts. Your hips moved back and forth almost instantly, trying to find a good rhythm to reach both of your highs even if you were already close.

Neymar is looking up at you with his green eyes, your cheeks heating up at the thought that this was really happening. You were with Neymar, in his house, on his bed riding him and he was looking at you like he was on pure bliss, and so were you. Your hips picked up the pace back and forth, your hand on his chest and shoulder as you do, your eyes closed as your gasps and moans echoed in the room along with his. His hands hold you still only for his hips to buck in a fast pace.

"Neymar…" you moan as your head falls forward, resting on top of his as he continues his moves deep in you. He stops and lowers you for a moment, his hips grinding against you and you gasp as he finds your spot again. You start bouncing on top of him, using his shoulders as leverage. A mischievous grin takes over his lips before he is switching positions, you on your back and him hovering over you. Your legs are being spread on either side of him, his cock buried deep into you before he starts moving again. You hold onto his thighs as he lifts your legs to his shoulder, pulling you close so his skin continues to meet yours with every powerful thrust. The way he was panting and how good he was moving inside you was taking you to cloud nine.

"I'm close, amor" he grunts, not stopping his moves. "Can I…?" He trails off as his hand runs over your belly, your eyes open to look at him all sweaty with curls sticking to his forehead, you can only moan and nod as your back arches, toes curling as you feel your climax approaching.

His thrusts became more erratic by the minute, and the sound your sweaty skins were making was heavenly. The hold on your waist became painful, but he released a side to grope on your breast and play with your nipple. He bites his lips before letting out a grunt and pulling out, quickly stroking himself as his warm, white cum landed on your stomach. You came almost instantly after that with a cry of his name, and he squeezed your body tighter as you came down from your high.

"Fuck" you curse as you push your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"You were so good, princess" he leans down to kiss you, a sloppy kiss that he sighed into happily.

The past three weeks have been great between Neymar and you. He has called you every day through video call before and after work once he moved back to Paris. You felt like a teenager in love and you didn't know how to feel about it. Except plain stupid after you were offered a promotion at the city of Paris and you asked Neymar if you should take it. In a way, it had to do with him because you'd be closer, 10% of the decision was based on him. The other 80% was because you'd finally have a decent schedule, and weekends off, which you deserved after years working random shifts and not being able to have a proper life because of it.

Neymar had taken you out to breakfast to celebrate. He didn't book a reservation so breakfast ended up being lunch, but the thought is what counts right?

Besides that, Neymar has been nothing but loving with you and he would always send you a text while you sleep telling you how lucky he was to have found you. One day he was about to ask you to be his girlfriend through the phone because it was while you were still back in your city, you told him to wait while you moved to your new job and apartment to make it official.

Today it was your fourth day at your workplace and after your shift Neymar wanted to see you before his match, so he woke up earlier and drove to a middle point to see you. Currently you were in his car, your hand resting on his shoulder as his was running up and down your side as he kissed you before his phone rang.

"Damn it" he pulls away and looks at the phone before hitting the down volume button and reaching for you again, but you pull away.

"Aren't you getting that?" Your eyebrows raise as you look at him.

"It's…nothing important at the moment" he smiles and tries to lean in again. Oh you knew.

"Ney" your tone is the one you'd use when you knew there was something up and you weren't buying his words.

"Just Vogue reminding me of a photoshoot," he shrugs.

"Why aren't you answering it?" It seemed weird.

"Cause they want me to do something and…I really don't want to talk about it." Even more weird.

"And that is?" Something just told you to stop asking questions.

"I-" he runs a hand through his hair and falls back on his seat. "Its a Valentine's day photoshoot and…I'm not doing it alone."

"Obviously because they can't clone you for you to kiss yourself" you tease and he smirks, but oh the way he did just told you there was something else, even more so when he didn't say any snarky remark. "What's wrong with it?"

"I don't know how to say it" he bites his lower lip, that way he did when he was anxious where it twisted all weird.

"Words are nice, I can also get you a paper so you can draw it" you point out. "What is it?"

"Okay, but don't get mad, okay? It means nothing to me" he says and you already know.

"No…" you say and he looks at you.

"Babe, it's nothing okay? She-"

"The photoshoot is with Bruna. The Valentine's photoshoot is with her" you say it, not to him, not as a fact, but more for yourself to process it.

"It was scheduled like two months ago when we were together. We didn't know-"

"But you can say no, right? Like, tell them you are not together anymore and they can find someone else?"

"I mean, yeah, but…We had agreed to do it together back then. I can't just change the plans, and she is flying over too" he says. Oh your blood was boiling.

"So this is more of you not wanting to cancel because it was already planned?"

"We already had everything, what else am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, Neymar! Hey I'm not together with her anymore, I can't do it?"

"You know that's really unprofessional, deep down you do." Okay, he was right. He was stupidly right.

"I'm just gonna go. I don't wanna fight again over this" you try to open the door, but it doesn't budge. "Seriously? Kids lock?"

"Because I knew that if I told you today you'd try to do this. Y/N, nothing is going to happen, okay? I love you, and you are the person I'm with right now."

"Really, Neymar? Don't you think we are moving just a little too fast since it all started? You haven't even had time to process that you broke up with her and you were already telling me you love me."

"Because I mean it, Y/N!"

"Yet you love her still, after everything" he remains silent and you hold back the tears trying to come out.

"It was a long relationship, Y/N. We did so much together, she got along with my family, most of my friends, we have history and memories. Those are just not going to go away any time soon. I can assure you that" he is frowning.

"I feel like you are just using me to get to her, Neymar. To see if maybe she changes her way once she realizes she did lose you."

"I like you, Y/N. I do. I have for a while and I still do and I do love you, princess" he reaches for your hand and kisses your knuckles. "Just…give me some time for the feelings to go away."

"You know, you saying that worries me about that photoshoot" you admit, and a tear dares to slip.

"I can assure you, it's going to be fine" he smiles and pulls you in to kiss your temple and then your forehead. "Nothing will happen."

Except that it did happen. You saw the behind the scenes of the photoshoot. The flirty looks between the two that were not at all acted. The way he looked at her was exactly how he looked at you, the side smile, the way his eyes just followed her moves. Even when they were just taking a break, the way she was all over him and no one should get you started in that part of the video that she is on top of him all sexy and he has the camera out. Yes it was a scene but why did it irked you to your very core so much?

Were you overreacting? You felt like what you were feeling now was normal. Neymar cried to you that he wanted out of that relationship, has been nothing but loving and acting like your boyfriend ever since. The calls, the pick ups, the staying over at his house, the sex, the kisses…That can't all be in your head right? The fact that he was not denying anything was getting to you, even more so when you found out that she went to one of his games which he clearly knew you were free but he didn't invite you to go.

"That's why you didn't do it, right? You didn't want her to see me?"

"Y/N, she barely knows who you are. She just…she is used to going to the games and she knows her way around. I didn't get her the tickets she was just there."

"You knew" you accused, and he remained silent and you let out an exasperated sound.

"I'm getting tired of this, Neymar! You treat me all sweet and all behind doors but it looks like you don't want to be seen with me or you just don't want her to find out you are with someone else."

"Y/N, I'm not hiding you if that's what you think."

"You are, Neymar! How else would you explain not taking me to your games, not stopping what she does with you" you pause. "You haven't told her you are seeing someone, right?" You glare at him.

"I haven't! Because I don't want you to get hate from the fans or anything! Do you have any idea what they'd say if they knew we are together after a month of me breaking up with her?"

"So this is about what the people think?"

"You are turning this around, Y/N."

"Tell her you are seeing someone and let's see if she stops looking for you. Unless you don't want her to find out."

Silence.

The guy had the guts to remain silent.

"Y/N-" he tries to reach for you and you step back.

"I can't do this, Neymar " your hands raise. "I have been there every single moment. Against my better judgement I agreed to see where this would go holding onto your words" you take a daring step forward. "You told me you didn't want to be there, that I had given you more attention than she ever did, you made me believe we could actually get somewhere with everything you did because no one does what you have just for the hell of it" your eyes were filling with tears and the knot in your throat was growing by the second.

"Babe-"

"I stayed because I believed every little word you said and all I'm getting back from you is the feeling of being used just to see if she would come back."

"If it were like that I wouldn't have done half the things I've done with you. Tell you to accept the promotion? I did that for us, but mostly for you because you told me how much you hated those shifts. Shifts that I even went to see you at 3am during your break. I wouldn't have done that if I didn't care for you, Y/N. I'm not using you to make her jealous, I don't need to do that."

"Then what the hell, Neymar?! Twice you have had the chance to tell her you don't want anything to do with her and yet! You are still there" those last four words were pronounced with a pause between each of them.

"Cause I still love her, okay?! I'm confused. We talked and she said she would change, that we could make it work, and we talked about it after the game-"

"So you went somewhere with her after the game? I thought you said you were going home."

"I did-"

"Get out" you say calmly, but you were oh so far from it.

"Come on, let me explain."

"There is nothing to explain. You have to make a choice. It's either her or me. You can't have us both."

"You can't do that-"

You laugh ironically, "Oh, I am. You better make your choice. Now get out before I lose whatever patience I still have with you" you hold the door open and he frowns before walking out.

As soon as he did and you closed the door, you just broke down in tears.

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barcaavengers · 1 year

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Illicit Affairs || Neymar Jr. Imagine || Pt. 2

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Disclaimer: Gif not mine. All credits to owner! Found it on google.

Note: Part 2 is here! Don't know why but Tumblr wouldn't let me tag some people for some strange reason but tomorrow I'll try to reach them with the link. Tried to spice things up a bit but not giving everything away. I hope you all enjoy it! As always, let me know what you think and if you want to see anything specific happen!

Warnings: Not in this one.

Your hands were sweating, and you didn't seem to know how to cross your arms as you waited for Neymar to pick you up from work. You had moved to a different zone from the parking area so none of your coworkers would see who picked you up. You didn't need the nosiness nor the questions.

Of course, the car the football player rented couldn't be a Corolla or at least a Mercedes. No. The man just had to get a Lamborghini with a shocking green color.

"Couldn't go for something less subtle, just like in the game."

"Still criticizing my choices, like in the game" he says. He had rolled up in front of you with his window down. He was placing the car in parking but you were already opening the door. "Really?"

"Too slow" you tease as you get inside, you are reaching for the belt and twist to buckle it up, but he was already close to your face and kissed your cheek.

"Hey."

Whatever snarky remark you could've thought of next, it just flew out the window. "Hey" you say, and you are thankful it was dark or he would see the blush on your cheeks. Well that was unexpected.

"Your place? Did you eat something? We can go eat something" he says as he starts to drive.

He was being so nice..

"Uh, yeah, I guess. Thought we'd go somewhere else when you said you'd pick me up" and then you regret the way that sounded. "As in…I don't know" you shrug.

"You are nervous, aren't you?" And with that he reaches to hold your hand.

This felt so random yet so….right?

"It's not an everyday thing for me to get picked up by Neymar Junior, so excuse me" you tease and he chuckles.

"You got nothing to worry about, amor" he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses it. You could've sworn you just had your heart skip a beat. You didn't like this feeling.

"I'm not worried" you lie. "Its just…I don't know" you shrug.

"Still thinking about what happened yesterday?"

"In a way" you say and bite the inside of your cheek and he steals a glance from the road to look at you. "It's just…What is going on here?"

"What do you mean?"

"The kissing. You picking me up…" you pause. "You and Bruna, maybe?"

Not a single word came out of him for a few seconds, and you realized he was still holding your hand.

"I-, I really don't know how to explain it, or where to begin."

"The beginning would be nice," he glares at you. You were already approaching your house so you gave him the directions of turn here, straight, then turn there and after you were in front of your house.

"I didn't think I'd enjoy the kiss as much as I did. I've kissed girls before but something about you is different" he explains. "I don't know about you, but I liked it, a lot" he winks to not keep the conversation serious. This guy.

"What about her, though?"

"She is busy with her own things" he hesitates for a second. "We don't share the same spotlight, she likes one thing, I like the other. I go just to make her happy even if I am miserable, but she can't do that for me unless, like I told you, it's something big" he explains.

"I'm sure those are things that if you guys talked it out, like I said, it would work. Every relationship goes through rough patches, and they don't need to like the same things."

"Before she was okay with things, then all of a sudden she just stopped. I don't think I feel the same anymore either" he admits, and you could've sworn the only working cell in your head just started jumping of joy at his words.

"If you feel that way, then maybe you should just…not be there" you internally wince at your own words. No. You were not saying it just to get some benefits out of it, although apparently you didn't seem to mind. Your head was spinning cause it was all happening so fast and you had no idea how to slow it down. So instead of looking at Neymar, you decide to unbuckle the belt which seemed more interesting.

"I know…" he admits. "It's hard because it has been years, you know? Just hoping for the best that she would change and it just happens by seasons" he shrugs as he unbuckles his belt as well and shifts to face you, and you mirror his action. "Now you," he reaches to cup your face with one hand and you lean against his warm touch. "You have shown more interest in the time we have known each other than she has, ever." Yikes.

"You are just leaning on me because of your struggle right now, Ney. You don't mean it. And I'm sure she loves you a lot and would love to work things out with you."

"Of course I do" and with that his lips press on yours and you are caught off guard once again. This time the kiss is different, he is pouring what he was feeling into it. Somehow a slow yet urgent kiss that you couldn't resist and you didn't want to either.

Your hand goes to the side of his neck, reaching with your fingers behind it and finding yourself pulling him closer. His hand goes to your waist, holding it tightly as he kisses you. Those lips that you couldn't deny had you wanting more since yesterday and were finally yours again. Except that he wasn't yours and he was Bruna's at the moment.

"Stop thinking about her" he mutters against your lips before intensifying the kiss, and you try to keep up. This was bad. You were finding yourself wanting him. All of him. "I don't want to go back to her."

"What?" You had to pull away, your hands resting on his shoulders as you eyed him.

"I'll tell her it's over", he says. "I want to try it with you…" he pauses. "If you want to, obviously."

"Ney, I-" how can someone answer that? "I don't know what to say. I-" you hesitate and think of your next words. "I would love to, don't get me wrong. What I'm feeling for you…it has never happened to me with anyone else."

"And what are you feeling?" He has a cheeky grin taking over his lips.

"I can't explain it" here goes nothing. "Yes you were my football crush, first ever" he grins like a kid who just got permission to go play at the playground. "But it isn't the same, you know? When we started playing it was not like I was in love or the crush was still there, and after yesterday things just…I didn't even like you that way" you say, laughing at your words and he does as well. "Somehow I didn't let it happen, because obviously you are with her and I would never interfere with that so maybe after these talks it just…happened" you shrug and he pulls your hand again to his lips and kisses your knuckles.

"I can deal with that explanation," he says. "Y/N, I mean it when I say that I like you, alright? There is a true reason why I sent you the hearts, and compliments, and play with you every day. You are like my personal getaway from everything, and Bruna hasn't been that for me for a while."

Oh you knew better than to believe him. Isn't that what all guys say? My girlfriend doesn't do this and that, its terrible, please take me? That's what they say and some time later they are back at it again, all happy and in love. Yet Neymar sounded truthful, and you kind of believed him, but you didn't want to take it further until he proved his words.

"If…you happen to break up with her then maybe yes, we could give it a try" you go back to his previous words. "That's my only condition, and this is me risking a lot and playing with fire because the only one that would get hurt badly if you change your mind is going to be me. So meanwhile, I won't let myself think any further" you hope you sound sure of your words.

"Wrong, if I change my mind I would get burned too. I do want to be something with you, I mean every single word I have said." That if meant that there was still a chance.

"So you'd go back to her?"

"I didn't say that, but anything can happen. I don't want to promise you something that not even I can be sure I'm done with."

"Mhm" there is an annoying sound.

"We will both get burned, not just you. So just…relax and let's enjoy it" he moves closer. "If this is meant to be a temporary thing and it doesn't work then at least we won't stay wondering what could've happened…" and he pulls you close again so your lips meet. Almost as if he couldn't get enough of you, and you couldn't get enough of him either even when you knew better.

It wasn't like his words were reassuring. You weren't one to risk yourself like this knowing it could end up badly for you, but what if it didn't?

Then the moment was interrupted by his phone ringing and he pulled away from the kiss. You pull yourself back to the seat, running a hand through your hair, and you don't know why but you feel more annoyed than you should. "It's her, isn't it?"

"Yeah" he says as he sets the phone aside.

"Aren't you gonna get it?"

"Nah, I'll talk with her later."

"I still think you should talk with her to fix things first before you jump into something crazy" you say to him.

"Been there, done that. She won't change" he says.

"I broke up with her."

It was…2:27am. What the hell.

"What?" Your voice couldn't be groggier.

"I broke up with Bruna" he is sniffing. "I-"

"I told you to think it through, Ney" you yawn. "Maybe you can still fix it."

"I'm not…like this because it's over", yep, he is crying. "I just thought she'd care a little more."

"What do you mean?" You sit up on your bed, putting the phone on speaker, you were too tired to just be holding it.

"She just…waved it off. Asked if I was seeing someone else, asking why the sudden change but no feeling, you know? No asking how to fix it…I told you", he says and it breaks your heart to hear him with his voice breaking.

"I'm so sorry, Ney" you frown. "You don't deserve that."

"I guess it's over now…and that's fine…"

"At least now you know the feelings were not mutual. Or maybe she hasn't processed what happened yet."

"Yeah, because someone breaking up with you will have you processing so-" he pauses. "Well, she is writing to me now."

"Ney, please just talk things out" a hand runs over your face. There goes your sleep.

"Y/N, I don't want to talk things out. I did enough and she won't change" he says. "I want to try something with you."

"Can we talk about this later? You are confused and you have a lot of feelings going on right now so…"

"I'll pick you up tomorrow for breakfast."

"What?"

"See you tomorrow" he blows a kiss into the phone and hangs up.

What the hell just happened again?

"Ney, we barely know each other, I can't just go to his party."

"It will be fine. Besides, you have played with him before" here is Neymar trying to convince you to go to some streamer's birthday party. You have probably played with him like five times maybe?

"But he didn't invite me."

"You are my plus one, though" he grins and you sigh. This was your first appearance with Neymar after….after the sudden break up with Bruna. You two had talked to keep it cool, just friends because there were people here that knew his ex and the least you wanted was to be caught as Neymar's new girlfriend in a matter of a week.

"Fine" his grin remains there and he leans in to kiss you, a passionate kiss before opening his door.

The party was fun. Neymar and you have been distant yet close from each other. He would casually get into the conversation you were in, arm around your waist for a few seconds before letting go. His hand would brush yours just enough as if he was holding it, his hazel eyes following you almost everywhere. You have made conversation with some of the guys so that was fun. It helped to keep yourself from following Neymar throughout the party like a lost puppy because you didn't know anyone.

"Come on, let's dance."

"Spoiler alert, I can't" you voice. "And I could never keep up your pace" you tease.

"Come on, I'll show you" he takes your hand and pulls you to the side, arms around your waist. "Just let me handle you, okay? For once?"

"Like if you could" you say playfully and he starts guiding your steps. His breath smelled of that peanut butter whiskey he started to like so much, and it was proven to you when he kissed you and the after taste was of just that. "Ney" you say in a warning tone.

"Its fine, no one is looking at us." The party was taking place right besides the room you two were in, only a wall was hiding you two from the rest. "You look gorgeous today" he says into your ear. "The things I would do-"

"Hey, easy" you shush him. Yeah, you two suddenly jumped the other night into this kind of conversation. You don't remember how you got there. You just did and it seemed to have had a mark on him. Obviously in you too but he was the one voicing it.

"Let's get out of here" his nose nudges your own, his eyes closed as he moves a tad backward and his back hits the wall, his arms still tightly secured around your frame holding you close to him.

"I work tomorrow, silly" you say as your arms go around him. You might have had two or three Sangrias…and some other drink you forgot the name of.

"Just another hour or so" he says and his eyes open to look at you. "Just us" and his hands start roaming down your waist.

"I know you, and it won't be an hour."

"You just look so good, princess. I could take you right here…" a shiver runs down your spine at his words being whispered into your ear. You had to resist.

"And you look very handsome, babe" you run a hand through his hair. It was true. His baggy pants and loose shirts along with his cap and jewelry. He really knew how to dress up. "But we have to go soon. I work early."

He groans, "Okay" he kisses your lips, pulling you in before pulling away and licking your bottom lip before his teeth catch it, his hands groping your behind in sync.

"Ney" he pulls you close and you could almost feel him through his jeans.

"Yes?" He asks once he lets go of your lip. Then his phone goes off, a groan leaving his lips in annoyance before reaching for it and looking at you.

"Her?" He stays silent. "Just answer it" you pull away from his embrace, stealing a glance at his phone and noticing she was video calling him.

"I won't-"

"Just go outside and answer, I'll stay here" your heart was beating wildly against your chest in anger. Why was she still calling him? Was it soon for you to start getting jealous about it?

Once the party was over, he dropped you off at your house to then go to his. Your mood had completely changed and it was a mixture of confusion, jealousy and maybe even anger. Yet you weren't ready for Neymar's call.

"You driving?" You ask curiously.

"Yeah," he pauses and you are just waiting for him to finish. "She showed up at my house."

"I'm sorry?"

"She wanted to talk and we did. You have nothing to worry about. I just escorted her to her house."

"What?" Your head was spinning.

"Its late, I can't just let her drive by herself." It was 2am!

"Oh, she forgot her way around or something?" Yeah. You were getting mad.

"I would've done the same for you."

"Except that I wouldn't be bothering you after we broke up" you snap. "Look, I work in a few hours so just….bye."

"Princess, list-" and you just press the red button and toss your phone to the side.

First the random video call and now she shows up at his place. And he doesn't seem to be telling her to stop looking for him. What's next? Cause this was starting to get on your nerves…

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