#neymar angst

[darlingmbappe]

Family Man | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: Your husband is feeling a bit nervous about staying home alone with your daughter for the first time. When you ease his worries, he thanks you the best way he can, but then surprises you with a big request.

Warnings: SMUT! Oral (female receiving), romantic sex, breeding kink, Kylian being a simp kinda, cussing, not checked for spelling/grammar errors. Let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —

“Charlotte is finally down.” Kylian sighed from the doorway of your bedroom, trudging over to his side of the bed.

You smiled up from your novel as you watched him crawl on top of the comforter, laying his head on your arm and cuddling at your side. “She’s a piece of work, that girl.” You chuckle.

Kylian breaks out a grin, thinking about his wonderful three year old baby girl. “Wonder who she got it from…”

“Ha!” You set your book down on your lap, tilting your head down to look at him. “You’re joking. Kylian, You’re the biggest piece of work there is.”

He chucked into your shoulder and flipped on his stomach to be face to face with you, heavy leg comfortably draped over your thigh. “But you love us both.”

“So much.” You leaned over and kiss him sweetly, setting aside the now bookmarked novel on your nightstand. “Don’t know how I put up with you, though.”

“Well, you’re gonna get a little break from us this week.” He spoke and glances over at your packed suitcase sitting by the door. You sensed the tinge of nervousness in his sentence and put a reassuring hand on the back of his head.

“I’ll only be gone a week, Ky.” You comfort, tracing the structure of his brow bones gently with your forefinger. He leans into your touch, humming softly before burying his head in your neck. Clearly somethings on his mind.

“I know. It’s just…” he turns, wrapping an insecure arm around your waist to hold you closer, “I’ve never been alone with her for that long. Not for a week straight.” You scratched his back softly, allowing him to melt into you more. “I mean, what if she gets bored and I run out of things to do? Or what if she doesn’t like the activities I have planned for us? What if she breaks a leg or something on my watch?”

“Baby…” you coo, grabbing his chin between your thumb and knuckle so he’s look up at you. His big brown eyes showed his apprehensiveness, almost begging for you not to leave in the morning. “You know you’re an amazing dad, right?” He nods sheepishly, but you understood where this insecurity came from.

When Charlotte was born, it was at the beginning of the season. He did his best to take as many days off as he could, wanting nothing more than to be with you and his newborn baby girl. Though his efforts were much appreciated, you were still left alone with her many times, sometimes for days on end. It’s was through no fault of his own and you knew that, always reassuring him that you understood his responsibilities as a major world renowned athlete. Of course you’d love for him to be there with both of you 24/7, but it’s not something you would ever hold against him.

He was deep in thought and you could practically hear him overthinking the next seven days, coming up with every worst-case-scenario possible. “I was nervous the first time I was alone with Char, too.” You said softly. “It’s scary, I get it. But, I know you two will have the best time. Whatever you have planned, she’ll love it because she’ll get to do it with you.”

His lips curled up, staring back in adoration. “You think?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Of course. She’s so excited to be with just you. When I told her, it actually kind of hurt how happy she was.”

This made Kylians whole face break out in a wrinkled smile. “Yeah?”

Of course he loved that, his competitive nature trumping his sense of humility. “Oh yeah.” You grin. “She’s dying for some alone time with daddy.”

“And you?”

You furrow your brows. “Me?”

“Mhm.” He shifts to hover over you lazily. “You need some alone time with daddy?” The smirk he gave you sent a rush through your body.

Your arms wrap around his neck as he puts his legs on either side of you, nudging your nose with his. God, this man just has a way about him. The way he looks at you consistently makes your stomach erupt in butterflies, even after all these years.

“Cheeky, cheeky boy.” You tusk, leaning up only slightly, teasing a kiss on his wanting lips. “What does daddy have to offer?”

“Whatever you want. I’m yours.” He touched his forehead to yours, you slowly lifted your chin to touch your lips to his.

Starting off gently, he breathed in deep through his nose, savoring this moment. Having a toddler, it’s hard to find time to be intimate when they’re always around. Always.

But, it kind of makes the sex way hotter… way more anticipated.

He pokes his tongue in and you opened up immediately, suddenly desperate for some action. He began moving his hips over the thick duvet you laid under, giving himself some relief, but you needed that layer gone. You began tugging at it desperately, Kylian got the hint. He sat up, tossing aside the blanket and stared down at your sleep attire, humming to himself and licking his lips.

“You’re so sexy.” He grumbled, now looking at you with nothing except love and lust. Your hardened nipples poked through your white scrunched up shirt, displaying your lower half for Kylians pleasure. The pink cotton panties you wore had a little rose engraved on the front, sending your husbands brain into a spiral as he started crawling down your body involuntarily. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

He made it down to where you needed him, a gentle touch on you thighs opening your legs. You didn’t need much coercion from him, knowing the usual rhythm of this sort of thing. Being with him for so long meant you knew each other patterns and needs.

“I get a goodbye gift?” You teased once he situated himself between your legs, big hands moving your knees upward toward your chest.

Instead of responding, he placed a meaningful kiss to your covered core, looking up at you, wanting to watch every reaction he persuaded out of you. He stiffened his tongue, poking at your clit methodically before biting the fabric and clipping his thumbs underneath the seams. Slowly, he slid them over your legs, his eyes glued to how your pussy reveled himself to him, already glistening.

“I already told you, bébé. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He mumbled in a trance, only looking up when you whined at his lack of movement. “You gotta tell me, bébé. What do you want?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You poked with a pouty giggle, jutting your needy hips toward his mouth. He splayed his hands over your middle, holding you down. “Just eat me out, Mbappé.”

“Always so bossy.” He jeered, but lined his mouth up anyways, purposely blowing out a sigh on your pulsing core before flattening his tongue on you. Your eyes rolled back, keeping your moan quiet with a hard lips bite as he continued to work his muscle, lapping up and down, focusing on the bundle of nerves at the peak.

“Always taste so sweet, bébé.” He praised, dragging his fingers down your hips, feeling the goosebumps he’s creating on your soft familiar skin. The feeling of his lips moving against your cunt made you grip the sheets until your knuckles turned white.

You looked down at your husband between your legs, eyes closed, seemingly hypnotized and focused solely on pleasuring you.

Without warning, he poked his tongue in and out of your needy hole, making you gasp at the sensation. “Shit, oh god.” You gasp. A quick hand made it’s way behind his head, pressing him further into you. He stuck it in as far as it would go out of his mouth, circling and wiggling around, feeling your pulsating walls. He moved a hand from your hip and dragged his forefinger agonizingly slowly on your clit.

“Let me show you how much I’ll miss you.” He muffled, the vibration of his voice making you moan out.

“Please.” You begged, watching him with hooded eyes. His finger dipped lower and lower, tapping on your sensitive nub to make you jolt. It made him laugh, obsessed with the sight of you squirming under his touch.

He teased his middle finger in before inserting two inside of you. Kylian was always one for foreplay, eager to make it the best experience for the both of you. That’s so hot.

You were a moaning mess, hot and bothered as he curled his fingers up, his mouth attached to your pussy like a man starved. His eyes were now wide open and gazing up at you, your chest heaving, your back arching, your quiet moans singing in his ears like a melody. It was all too much for him as he began humping the bed in desperation. Getting to see what he can turn you into could have made him cum on the spot, but he wanted to cum inside of you. He needed to cum inside of you.

You whimpered when he detached his mouth, wiping his glistening face with the back of his hand. “You’re fucking amazing, mon amour. I love you so much.”

You’d gone off the pill years ago before you got pregnant with Charlotte and hadn’t gone back, relying on condoms and quick reflexes. You’d talked about having more kids in the future, but not recently enough to prepare you for what your husband said next.

“Let me put another baby in you.”

Your breathing was heavy, but it stopped for a moment out of shock. The look on his face was completely serious as he crawled up on top of you, lifting your shirt enough to reveal your boobs, tweaking your nipples between his fingers.

You swallowed the noises threatening to spill out of you throat, staring into the eyes of the man you’ve adored for so many years — the eyes that were practically heart shaped whenever he caught even a glance at you.

“Let me get you pregnant.” He repeated and dipped his head in your neck, trailing a soft path of kisses upward until he reached your mouth, lingering there a little longer. He leaned into your ear, giving it the gentlest bite before whispering. “Remember how I couldn’t keep my hands off of you?” His hands roamed down to your stomach, caressing it like he used to do. “You looked so fucking hot with my baby inside of you.”

You couldnt help but smile, feeling your heart beat faster for him. “What about the mood swings?” He kissed behind your ear.

“Don’t mind them.” He kissed your jaw.

“My feet swell pretty bad.”

He kissed your cheek. “I give great foot rubs.”

“Cravings?”

“I’ll get you anything you want.” He placed the last kiss on the corner of your mouth, pulling back to stare into your eyes, wiping away any stray hairs that fell onto your face.

You sighed up at him. “You think we’re ready?”

He finally landed his kiss on your lips, breathing you in like you were a drug. “I know I am. So, what do you say, bébé?”

Kylian was the worlds best dad and even had three Father’s Day mugs to prove it. He was attentive and loving and caring and wanted nothing but the absolute best for his family. For your family.

“Let’s make a baby.” As soon as those words left your lips he kissed you deeply. You both smiled into the kiss, attempting to pucker but failing, eventually just giggling into each other, hugging tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”He hummed, standing up and shedding his joggers and boxers, revealing the main attraction.

God, the way you salivated at the sight of him was almost embarrassing. You’d worried about what marriage would do to your sex life, especially after having a baby, but Kylian always made you feel so sexy. He flirted with you constantly, found every possible way to make you squirm. You found that the longer your with him, the more things you discover about him that make you adore him more. Want him more.

You adjusted yourself as he slotted above you, your legs wrapped around his middle as you traced his collarbone. The shift from how the night started to now made your head spin. You couldn’t believe that you’d decided to start trying again out of the blue like this, but knew in your heart that you wanted this too.

He lined himself up, prodding you open slowly to let you adjust to his massive size.

“Oh, fuck Kylian.” You breathe, grabbing his face sweetly as your eyebrows knit together. He loved the faces you made when he was inside you — missionary being his favorite position.

He moved his hips until he was all the way in, waiting for your cue for him to continue. It didn’t take long, it never did. When you nodded at him, he began thrusting, his pace slow as if every movement was personal and meaningful. You loved the stretch he gave you, feeling every ridge, every curve.

This type of sex is Kylians favorite. Sure, he’ll take you roughly, spank you until he can see a mark. He loved the feeling of having his hand wrapped around your throat, or thrusting into you with such speed and force that it makes your legs wobble the next day. But something about the steady pace, the perfect rhythm, the eye contact, holding your hand, getting to kiss you like it would transfer the love he kept in his heart to yours... getting to take you in piece by piece was the most thrilling thing he’s found in his lifetime. Having the pleasure of holding your hand, listening to your whimpers and quiet “ah, ah”s was like a drug. He was undeniably addicted to you. Obsessed with every inch of your being. He couldn’t think of a more personal way to show the woman he loved how much he means to him. No amount of money could buy this type of intimacy.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles, reaching down to intertwine your hands, in need of feeling more of you. “I can’t imagine my life without you.” Your heart was melting at his words, his dilated pupils absorbing every inch of your face. His rhythm was hypnotic. Your needs begged for him to go faster, harder, to take you roughly… but your heart outweighed those thoughts. Though slow, it was the most romantic sex you’ve had in a while. “Cant believe I got you. I can’t believe I get to love you forever.”

He spoke sweetly, his breath fanning your face with his words and pants. The knot in your stomach tightened, making you squeeze your legs around his middle. “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” You whimpered, somehow forming coherent sentences through the intense pleasure. “I love you, Kylian.”

He slotted his face in your neck, breathing heavier than before, hoping your skin would muffle the sinful moan that erupted from his mouth. His thrusts kept the same speed, but faltered slightly. “God, bébé. I’m gonna cum.”

You hugged him tightly against you. “Me too.” The feeling of his pelvic bone continuously rubbing against your clit and the slight tug and push of his member inside of you was consuming your every sense. “Fuck, Kylian.”

You dig your teeth into the skin of his shoulder or else you’d have screamed in pleasure, waking up the innocent little toddler just a few rooms down. The knot popped, making your toes curl, the bliss of it all creating spots in your vision. You came hard as Kylians thrusts continued at a slightly faster pace.

He kissed your cheek, seeking his own release — it didn’t take long to find it upon feeling your walls quivering around him. “Ah, dieu.” He moaned. “I’m cumming.” He panted, hissing and squeezing your hand as he looked into your hooded eyes. He bit his lip hard to keep quiet, breathing harshly through his flared nostrils.

He came down, his arms giving way as he laid on top of you to catch his breath. He hugged you so close, kissing your lips sweetly. He lifted himself to stop crushing you, matching your smile before he began to slowly thrust again.

“Shit, Ky!” You whisper yell, gasping at the overstimulation.

He hissed but continued his movements. “Gotta make sure it sticks, bébé.”

After three more thrusts, he stops and pulls out of you gently, laying his exhausted body next to you. He dipped his hand down and held yours, bringing it to his face to kiss it and kept it held at his lips. He looked at you as if you were a queen, a goddess.

“You think Char will be happy if we give her a baby brother or sister?” You wonder, laying on your back because you read that staying there for fifteen minutes after sex heightens your chances of getting pregnant.

“I don’t know… eventually. I think she loves being spoiled.” He grinned. It was true, Charlotte squealed every-time Kylian got home with something for her. Whether it was cupcake or a a tiny Tiffany necklace, she loved getting gifts.

“And who’s fault is that?”

Kylian made a guilty whatever face. His favorite thing in the world was getting to spoil his petite princesse.

Kylian places your hand on his chest, just above his heart. The stare he gave you was weakening, dibilitating, so full of raw emotion. You felt it thumping under your palm, knowing he meant that his heart was in your hands. You leaned over and snuggled into his side, kissing his cheek and keeping your hand on his heart. His heart rate picked up instantly, earning an earth shattering, lovey dovey grin from you.

Whatever the future holds, the family you’ve created with Kylian stands on strong pillars of love and loyalty. Having someone who you can trust blindly is the key to a life full of wonderful moments, and Kylian takes on that role with pride — absolutely devoted to creating the happiest life for his two princesses. You and Charlotte really are the luckiest girls alive… and with the possible addition of another family member, you might just get even luckier.

A/N: wrote this between classes today to give y’all a little something because my school is nearing midterms so I gotta crack down with studying. Thanks for reading! Also I didn’t spell check or grammar check this very thoroughly so I apologize for any mistakes <3

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[maneaterss]

Can you do a Neymar fic where he calls her clingy behind her back and she overhears and changes

i'm done doing the "pairing, summary, cw" thing cause it's kinda obvious by the req! also i changed this into more of an argument LOL.

angst!! insecurity. mentions of past relationships were reader was cheated on.

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you and neymar had always been open about what you want out of your relationship, how you feel about certain things- etcetera.

you gave him your all- always making sure his jerseys were ready for whatever game he had next, making sure he had food to eat after practice, and letting your hearts beat together at night- him holding you close.

during practice season him, messi, and kylian would all carpool and switch off, this time in particular messi and kylian decided it best that they would come over after practice and play some fifa on the couch.

when neymar came in- you welcomed his friends and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

you were working on something on your laptop so you went straight back to the room and continued working on it.

after about half an hour you needed to use the bathroom which was directly across the hall from the living room, you sat your laptop on the bed and quietly made your way to the bathroom so as to not disrupt the guys.

once you'd done your business, you washed your hands and dried them.

"antonella wasn't able to be home last night so i woke up so late." you heard lionel's voice echo through the living room.

"i couldn't imagine having to go home to someone every single night and not be able to drop onto the bed and just fall asleep- i feel bad for you guys."

at this. neymar laughed loudly, "honestly, it becomes a lot- having to talk to them 24-7- especially y/n she's a little-"

"clingy?" lionel questioned. curious to where this was going.

you could've sworn your heart dropped- time seemed to slow down as you waited for his answer.

"extremely. she's just-" he also laughed and sighed at the same time. "not simple."

your heart dropped even further, your eyes brimming with tears. were you honestly that clingy? were you mistaking being caring with being a burden? were you really that bad? so bad that he had to talk about you like this while you were still in the house.

your ears were ringing, how many times had he spoken down on you like this without you knowing? so many questions and regrets.

your hand was still on the doorknob, if you left now he would know that you'd overheard and it would result in an awkward and insincere apology from him. but you couldn't just hideout in the bathroom.

you'd decided to leave the bathroom, trying to slip by as you did before- it went unnoticed by everyone in the room that you rushed past with your head down.

neymar was laughing for practically the rest of his friends visit before they'd decided to call it a night and head home.

you on the other hand were sat on the bed- laptop closed. your thoughts focused on only one thing.

the pressure in your throat builds as tears still stung at your eyes. every single betrayal came back crawling onto your shaken skin- every disloyal relationship, every time you'd been cheated on, thought of as lesser than, everytime you wanted to crawl out of your own skin, the skin that neymar had worshipped.

"she's just not simple."

you squeezed your eyes shut, you'd gotten too comfortable. you were torn back to those times where you were struck with someone elses dishonesty- poisoned by their greed. where those that you loved were too blind to see that your kindness was their stability. undermined, unworthy, and manipulated.

maybe you'd blown it out of proportion, he laughed when he said it- he must've not meant it. wether he was saying it to make his friends laugh or not- it had no other outcome than tears running down your cheeks, desperately trying to pull yourself together.

you looked at yourself in the mirror- you felt so stupid, so small, so insignificant like the life had been torn from you. didn't this go to show that you'd been to clingy? that you cared too much?

you heard his friends leave. you really had to get your shit together now.

you wiped your tears and walked to your armoire, folding the stray t-shirts that were spread over the inside.

in walked a straight faced neymar, who came up behind you to press a kiss to your cheek.

he grabbed a few of the shirts in the folding pile, trying to lessen the task for you- but in all honesty, what does he care? "i've got it, " you spoke without looking up at him.

he persisted, continuing to fold the shirts.

you hastily grabbed the shirts from his grasp, "i said i've got it."

he was caught off guard with the sudden attitude, he genuinely couldn't think of what he'd done to make you unhappy. "what's wrong meu amor?"

"nothing, just let me fold the clothes." you looked him in his eyes for the first time tonight and wondered how someone who looked at you so softly, like you were delicate pieces of china- could say belittling things about you knowing what you had gone through.

you wanted to blame him, you wanted to not internalize it and say it's his fault and not yours for the way that you let his words change your outlook on things, to change you.

"no tell me what's wrong." he began walking towards you, "i know somethings wrong."

you became angry, angry because you so badly wanted to breakdown into tears- curl into a ball and disappear, but his stupid, selfish, greedy words made you decide against it. "god neymar, drop it."

you prayed he would let you go to bed angry, and you'd wake up and act like nothing happened, but he couldn't think like that. "no." he furrowed his eyebrows, "what's gotten into you? is it because i didn't spend enough time with you? if it is then i'm s-"

you audibly laughed in his face, it was ironic. "no it's the opposite neymar, maybe i spend too much time with you."

he remained confused for a mere few seconds, before his mouth shut, he didn't know what to say. "y/n."

"i mean i guess i already got a head start to the clingy thing, i didn't make you dinner tonight was that better for you? did that make things easier?" you mockingly spoke. sure it was evil to shove this in his face but you were tired of being calm about this when you were so far from it.

"that's not what i meant. i didn't mean it like that." he stood on the other side of the bed from you, tears brimmed his eyes now. how could he have the capacity within himself to hurt the person who has saved him from darkness? why did he say things like that so spitefully when you were someone who had filled his lungs with air and left the kiss of the sun on his skin.

but you'd wonder what life would be like if you were an easy girl. if all those people from the past wouldn't have done those things to you, if neymar wouldn't feel sideways about you. this was rubbing away at a part of you, the giving part of you- you were running out of these kind gestures bit by bit, but what did it matter? he didnt care for them anyways right?

you didnt even realize you were crying nor did you realize he'd came up behind you and wiped your tears.

"no i'm sorry baby." he buried his head into your neck. "i'm so sorry."

your tears fell regardless. your heart rate still at an all time low. you didn't believe that he was truly sorry, he gave unsolicited backlash to your raw wounds and spoke so openly about it.

you freed yourself from his grasp, and began to pace around the room, "no." you wiped the tears with your hand that ran down your face. he refused to let you make these decisions blind with anger. he corned you, begging you to say something, to yell at him, to tell him that he's stupid. god anything. "i can't believe you embarrassed me like that."

"i know y/n. i know, i know, im sorry." he ran a hand through his hair.

"i have given you every part of me since i have loved you and for you to-" you spoke through sobs- sobs that tore the air from you, "god what were you thinking."

his heart broke with that last line, he knew what it meant. it meant something had changed for you, that something would never be the same and the scariest part was that he didn't know what it was.

"i wasnt thinking i don't know what i was saying, please forgive me baby please." he was breaking down now too.

"who's simple?" you asked, expressionless besides the tears that stained your cheeks.

"what?"

"was bruna simple?"

three words and his expression fell. now equally as hurt as you that you had to bring that up, you were both hurting so it resulted in hurting each other. his hand that was once reaching for your cheek now fell this his side as he ran a hand over his mouth. he was more speechless now than before.

you took heavy note of him taking more offense to the mention of his ex than his comments towards you. you knew you were in the wrong to bring it up, but didn't he deserve it?

"im going to stay with my sister tonight." you grabbed your car keys and left- nevermjnd the fact that you didn't have a spare change of clothes.

he stood, watching you leave- not preferring it but not objecting, just letting it happen.

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[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.

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[co6kiesvr]

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

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

genre: angst to fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[calummss]

Neymar Jr Drabble

masterlist

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

pairing: fem! reader x neymar jr

words: 650

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Oh really?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Of course, Doctor.’

‘I love you.’

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

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[applejuicefruit]

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.

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[graneymar]

Okay hear me out luv

after months of mutual pining, 2017!Neymar finally gets his hands on you, his french tutor, only to find out you’re refraining because your pathetic excuse of an ex had convinced you that ur not sexy nor good in bed. Now he can’t let you believe such absurdities, can he? You’re a literal goddess in his eyes, obsessing him without even trying, so he just has to softly fuck your ex’s words out of your mind, replacing them with his dirty but - oh so sweet ones

aka slightly dominant ney praising his princess and doing her nice and sweet to admittedly erase the memory of every other man she had before him ✨✨✨

#11. NEYMAR: LESSONS

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: filthy dirty smut (whole package literally)

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

"Neymar, are you even listening to me? What’s up with you today?", you asked softly, still raising your voice a little. Neymar dropped his pen and sighed out. "Just got a little distracted, I don’t know. Not in the mood today." It was quite obvious, his eyes kept on wandering up and down the upper half of your body. It was a hot summer day in Paris and you didn’t think of anything when you decided to wear something a little more revealing, but apparently, your student fought his thoughts about what he'd prefer to do with you. "Can we just a watch a movie or something?", Neymar suggested.

"I'm not getting paid for watching movies with you", you slightly giggled. Neymar got up from his chair and walked around your living room. "What if it’s a french movie? With portoguese subtitles", he answered, putting on his cutest smile. You thought about it for a second, but shook your head no. "Let’s just finish this task and we're done for today then I guess." Neymar let out a loud annoyed breath, but nodded. "Great. Let me just get another bottle of water. Would you like one too?", you said as you got up. You heard his footsteps following you to the kitchen. Taking out two small water bottles and closing the refrigerator, you suddenly felt two hands on your waist. He pulled you closer to his body and his hands started running up and down your sides. You were confused and shocked by his actions, but also too stunned to speak up. "You're doing this on purpose, aren’t you?", he whispered into your ear. Your body shivered as you felt his breath on your neck. "W-What? What am I doing?", you asked. Neymar again grabbed you by the waist and turned you around, so you were face to face. "The way you dress lately… how you look at me… you know you drive me insane", he whispered inbetween the kisses he placed on your neck. It felt so wrong, but so right. You knew you should pull away from him, but his lips on your body felt so good, making you feel so weak. He picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter, his lips crashing on yours, your tongues finding their own rhythm. Your body stiffed as his hands were roaming all around it. You felt his large hand making it’s way underneath your shirt. No lie, you enjoyed it, but quickly pulled away the moment he tried to reveal your breasts. "Stop Neymar, stop now", you finally exclaimed, slightly pushing him away from you. He threw you a confused look as you got down from the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through your hair, turning your back to him. "Did I do anything wrong?", he asked after a moment of silence.

You hated being so insecure about yourself and body, all thanks to your ex. He was your first boyfriend, you’ve been together for years before you found out he cheated on you countless times. Confronting him, he let you know he didn’t enjoy sleeping with you, saying you became boring throughout the years, you wouldn’t know how to do him right. Adding to that, he made you feel insecure about your body, pointing out every tiny flaw. All this lead to you becoming insecure about your body and abilities in bed.

Now how were you supposed to open up to the one and only Neymar Jr, who was used to having the most gorgeous and sexiest women? You were convinced you looked like a fucking joke next to them and you couldn’t please him the way he knew it. You wanted him, you really did. In fact, one of your biggest sexual fantasies was about to become reality, and now it was only you who stood in the way.

"No Ney, it’s not you. It’s me", you spoke up, turning around to him again, "Me and my little demons." Neymar finally understood what you were about when you looked down at your body as you mentioned your 'little demons'. "Oh God, no, please don’t tell me you're questioning your beauty." Your eyes wandered around the room, avoiding to look at him. "Why would you even think of yourself that way?"

"It’s not just that Neymar, I know I can’t give you what you need."

"Who said that?", he asked and you couldn’t hold back yourself from tearing up. "I don’t know why I'm telling you this right now, but okay. My ex cheated on me several times. According to him, I wasn't good enough, wasn’t able to satisfy him, I wasn’t sexy enough anyway. Now, please just finally drop it." He looked at you in disbelief as he took some steps forwards you. "No Ney, please", you tried to stop him, unsuccessfully. He wiped the tears from your cheeks. You looked up to him, your head cupped in his large soft hands. "Fuck this shit, fuck him. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me", he quietly spoke before you felt his passionate seducing kiss on your lips again. A thousand thoughts running through your mind, but you literally melt into his kiss and hands. He smiled as he pulled away, "I've been waiting for this so long." You smiled back, letting him you know you’ve been wanting this too. He picked you up bridal style, your arms wrapped around his neck. "What a gentleman", you chuckled.

"I'll show you what a real gentleman is", he smirked as he softly laid you down in your bed. The nervousness in you was rising, some negative thoughts still came through, but it was too late for you to stop now. All the kissing and touching made you want him even more, you practically needed him. His lips placing sweet kisses on your neck, his hands instantly went down your shirt. It was important for Neymar to make you feel secure and comfortable with him, so he slowly started massaging and squeezing your tits, listening to your quiet joyous moans, before he finally pulled your shirt up. You sat straight for a moment, throwing your shirt on the ground. His eyes lit up the moment he saw your breasts, covered in nothing but your black bra. He looked at you asking for allowance, you nodded as a reply. He took off your bra and started massaging one breast. You felt a tingling sensation the second he sucked on your other breast, his tongue flickering over your nipple. Your eyes met his as you looked down, his lust filled stare drove you insane. Neymar slowly kissed his way down to your stomach, sending shivers all over your body. He tugged on your shorts and you lift your hip up, letting him drag them down. "Baby.. you are.. you're fucking gorgeous", he said, his eyes going up and down your body. You noticed his huge bulge and sat up to look straight at it. "You want him, don't you?", he smirked. You nodded, looking him deeply into his eyes. He untied his belt and dragged down his jeans just a little bit. You waited for him to continue, but he stopped. "Your turn to take care of him", he mumbled. You pressed your lips together as you pulled down his jeans with his shorts. You swallowed hard the moment his big cock jumped up. The excitement rose, but so did the nervousness again. You knew exactly what he wanted to you do, but you were again doubting your abilities, which he immediately noticed. "Just try it. My turn to teach you", he smiled, his breath becoming heavier thinking of what a pleasure was expecting him. You deeply inhaled before you finally had his cock in your hands, repeatedly going up and down. Looking up at Neymar, you realised he needed more, so you carefully swirled your tongue around his tip. After teasing him a little, you slowly tried to take him all in - he was a little too big for you though. Moving back and forth, your hands found their way to his balls, squeezing and massaging them. Neymar let out a few moans and tilted his head back with his eyes closed, before he grabbed the back of your head and forced you to take his huge cock all in, making you gag. He moved his hips in his own rhythm, going faster, then slower again, thrusting in and out of your mouth. He pulled your on hair as he deeply thrusted in one last time before finally letting you pull away from him. You were trying to catch a breath, but he left you no time to do so. His hand wrapped around your neck with pressure, pushing you back onto the bed, spreading your legs for him and placing one last kiss on your cheek, he thrusted into you without any warning, making you moan out loud. "You okay?", he mumbled. "It hurts a little", you replied, a tiny tear rolling down your cheek. He could barely hear you since the hand on your neck applied even more pressure than before. "It’s supposed to", he smirked, deeply thrusting into you once more. Your whole body twitched, you pressed your lips together in order not to cry out. One of your hands hold onto his wrist that was on your neck, your other hand grabbed the bedsheets. Neymars eyes sparkled up watching you being all out of control and completely weak for him. He slowly started thrusting in and out of your throbbing cunt, rolling his eyes back in pleasure, feeling your walls tighten around him. Your whines turned into an uncontrollable mess of moans the moment his pace increased, hitting your point with every thrust. The pain you felt before changed into a tingling sensation of satisfaction.

"Is this good? Is this how my little pretty slut needs to get fucked, hm?", he gasped, slapping your cheek before putting pressure on your neck again. You were shocked at the slap on your face, you’ve never experienced such actions in bed before, but you had to admit you liked it. You enjoyed the feeling of being his little toy. "Mhm", you let out, your lips pressed together. You could barely keep your eyes open, tears slowly rolling down your blushed cheeks. Your whole body started pulling together, your legs got a little shaky. You were close to your climax and Neymar noticed that too, but he decided it wasn’t time for you yet. He suddenly pulled out and started stroking his cock, covered in your wetness. "Turn around, turn around", he demanded, "Ass up, face down." You did as he told you. He started teasing you by sliding his tip up and down your entrance. You pushed your butt closer to him, letting him know how impatient you were. He smirked, "Aw baby, you really wanna come for me don’t you?" You were so fed up with his teasing, you weren’t even able to answer. He spanked your ass. Once, twice, thrice. The sound of the slaps mixed with your crying moans echoed through the room. Your body twitched in pain, still you managed to look back at Neymar and show him you enjoyed it by putting on a filthy smile. He returned the smile and slowly put his huge cock into your wet little pussy, giving you time to adjust, knowing this position was way more intense. "Oh my god, oh my god, fuck", you squealed and let yourself fall. He got you back up by pulling on your hair, his other hand holding onto your waist as he thrusted in and out of you. Being aware of how you liked the spanking, he made sure to repeat his action every now and then. "Fuck, Neymar", you screamed out as your breath got heavier, your whole body shivered. "Yeah baby, scream my name, come for me", he said inbetween gasps. You felt him twitch inside of you, he was about to come too. His pace decreased, but he still managed to hit your spot hard enough. That was when you lost it all. You screamed in joy, you felt everything and nothing at the same time. He let out two loud moans as you felt his warm juice filling your inside. Gasping for air, he let his sweaty body drop right next to you. You turned around to lay on your back again, hiding your body under blankets. You couldn’t believe what just happened, but what was even more surprising for you - you loved it, you felt good doing it and you actually felt good about yourself. Neymar cleared his throat and smiled over to you, "I think I need those French lessons a little more often."

You chuckled, softly slapping his face before he pulled you closer to him and gave you another sweet kiss.

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[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

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[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.

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[mar1ee]

so I finally decided to write something. sorry if this is cringe cus it's my first time writing something like this. also english isnt my first language.

i think neymar wouldn't do this irl it's just for the plot

pairings: neymar x reader

warnings: cuss words, angst, idk what else really

you and neymar had an argument on his game day and he blamed the loss on you- angst ending with fluff

I am sorry meu amor

you were currently in your office working, thinking about a stupid argument you had with neymar this morning.

"he is definitely flirting with you y/n" neymar said with anger in his voice. you couldn't believe he is making this an argument. "neymar, he is an old friend from school" you said almost yelling. "yeah just a friend, then why is he flirting with you?" he said. "neymar stop this. i cant have friends just because your fucking jealous even if a guy looks at me!" you said raising your voice. "he even has a wife and kids!" you said. "well I guess that still doesn't stop him from flirting with my girlfriend!" he yelled at you like it was your fault that the guy complimented your body. "i cant do this anymore. have a nice day." you said calmly. then you walked out of the house.

neymar had a game today. but you couldn't come because you had a lot of work. maybe it was better.

you entered the house and you immediately turned on the TV. you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote. you clicked the numbers of the sports channel. you saw that PSG is losing. you thought to your self, that if they are gonna loose, it is not gonna help with the situation between you and your boyfriend.

it was the end of the game and PSG lost. you decided to be nice to neymar and just forget about the argument.

"hi ney" you said as soon as you heard the door open. but you didn't receive an answer. "you did good" you said when you saw him coming into the kitchen. "no i didn't, in fact it's your fault" he said not even looking at you. you couldn't believe it. did he just blame the loss on you? "what?" was the only word that came out of your mouth. "yeah you heard me. if you didn't cause the stupid argument i wouldn't be mad and I would play better." he said. is he serious right now? he caused the whole argument and he dares to blame it on you. "neymar, you can't be fucking serious right now. you are blaming the argument that was caused by your stupid egoistic ass, on me?" you said raising your voice. you wanted to cry. it was stupid, but you wanted to. "i gave you everything. i find time just for your games to support you. i was there with you when you lost, when you won, when you were injured. i did everything just to make you happy and you reward me with this? i cant have friends! i don't remember the last time I went out! and it's just because of you!" you said while tears streamed down your face. neymar meanwhile realized that you were right. he tried to hug you but you stepped back. "dont try to say sorry to me right now." these were the last words you said before going to get your things. you weren't going anywhere, because you didn't have anywhere to go, but the guest room was empty, so that was going to be your room for a few days you thought.

when neymar went to sleep he didn't find you in bed. he was regretting what he said. you were right he was jealous even if a guy looked at you. it was because he couldn't even imagine the feeling of loosing you. he was scared you are gonna leave him cause he's not enough. that's why he was so overprotective. he didn't really sleep that night the feeling not having you beside him was absolutely terrible. he wanted to make it up to you.

you woke up really late. you didn't care about sleeping alone because neymar was traveling alot because of football, so you were used to sleeping alone for few days. you didn't want to meet him in the kitchen, but you didn't have any other option since you were starving. as you walked down the stairs your nose caught a beautiful smell of food being cooked. of course you wished to go downstairs hug him and have a breakfast with your boyfriend but you were pretty stubborn, well until you saw what he did. your heart immediately melted when you saw the biggest bouquet of flowers, few designer bags, your favourite snacks laying on the table. you went to neymar to hug him but he stopped you. "y/n i am so sorry for saying that last night. i am an complete idiot. i never want to experience a night without you again. i am so jealous just because the thought, of you, leaving me hurts. it's not because I think you would cheat, but because i dont know if i am enough for you. as you said, you did everything for me and you were here in every situation. i don't deserve you. i am sorry meu amor." he said while few tears fell from his beautiful eyes. of course you were gonna forgive him. you wiped away the tears and kissed him. "apology excepted" you said smiling. "and please never think like this about yourself again. you are more than enough. i love you so much." you said and kissed him once again. it was a long passionate kiss and you wished that could last forever.

this is horrible i am so sorry. plus there is probably alot of mistakes 🙈 if you like my writing you can write requests!

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[darlingmbappe]

The Loneliest [3] | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Y/N): Not this shit again

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

Kylian: I think it’s…….. grate

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

(Y/N): very cheesy

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

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

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

God, you missed him so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, the rage… keep it in, Kylian.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, coach.”

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

“I do, coach.”

“Then let’s fucking win.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He cleared his groggy throat. “Hello?”

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

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

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

“Hi.” He giggled back.

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

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

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

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

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

“Them?”

“Yeah, my friends.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?” Kylian asked over the phone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, you had to get out of there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What? She's not here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm… you got rid of all my snacks…”

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

“Pancakes?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[maneaterss]

hi ! can you make an angst fic with neymar where it turns into smut ?

pairing: neymar jr x insert

summary: you and neymar get into an argument and he's determined to show you he cares.

cw: obvious angst and smut, dom/sub viewpoint, fluff at the end if you squint.

authors note: lawddd i been waiting for this moment. my two fav genres AND neymar😭😭 this might be a little short.

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he called out your name as he entered your shared house, oh-so tired. he searched around the house for you- desperately wanting to hold you until you both fell asleep. he entered the bedroom to be greeted with an empty bed- wondering where you could've been because it was only 7pm. he heard shuffling in your shared bathroom and we greeted with a singular glance from you before you went back to applying various makeup products to your face.

he could sense you were bother by something as you rummaged through your makeup bag. he placed both of his hands on your hips- nimble fingers running up and down the silk fabric that hugged your body. a short black dress started at your chest and ended mid thigh, your back was almost fully exposed to him except for two strings that crossed- holding the silk onto your body. "você está linda bebê." he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, making you shiver, "tell me what wrong pretty girl."

you wanted to keep it short and simple with him seeing as your plan was to ignore how angry you were tonight and then not care about it by the time you wakeup tomorrow. you honestly just wanted to enjoy this dinner with your best friends and not let neymars blindness to your feelings affect you. "nothing." you said- shrugging him off as you walked to your closet to find a pair of heels to wear, neymar trailing close behind.

"where are you going?"

the audacity. "out with my friends." you stared straight at your jimmy choos because you knew if you focused on his hot breath on your ears you would give in to him and let him have his way with you tonight- but your self respect wouldn't let you.

neymar furrowed his brows behind you and readjusted so he was facing you, searching your face for something. "y/n i havent been able to see you for two days, why cant you stay home tonight?"

you wanted to laugh, genuinely in disbelief. "you were able to come home. you didn't, that was your choice."

he thought back on his drunk call at eleven pm, loud music in the background and him yelling into the speakerphone something about how he went to a party immediately after his game and wouldn't be home until later the next night cause he had practice and then meetings all day- not even waiting for your response before he hung up- you remembered it to but you also recalled how you were worrying for six hours until you got that call.

"im here now. you're upset that i was here last night but im here now and you don't even care to stay." his eyes were staring deep into yours. he didn't even apologize.

"i don't know why you act like you're the only one in the relationship who has a life!" your voice was raises now, "like my job is to sit here all day and wait for you. you were supposed to be home well before five and i was calling and texting you- you called me at eleven drunk."

"im sorry." he mocked, "i was with my friends and we got carried away- we were having fun." he spoke honestly but it all came out so condescendingly.

all you could imagine was neymar dancing with some perfect girl who probably wouldn't yell at him for being home late and would sit around all day and wait for him to come home. "yea im sure your 'friend' was having lots of fun with you."

once he picked up on your insinuations, a less upset expression was on his face- instead his face turned completely serious. "stop." he grabbed your wrist, placing your shoes back into their place in the closet. a part of yourself hated that you abided by this, your arms turning to jelly as you let him grab a hold of you and did exactly what he said. "sit down."

of course you did just that, sitting down at the end of your bed, he let his fingers fiddle with your necklace- standing between your legs before he sank to his knees.

he pressed his first kiss to your knees, "im sorry for making you wait like that." he kissed above your knee, "im sorry that drove you crazy." his fingers slipped under the hem of you dress, pulling it over your hips.

you locked eyes as he kissed your thighs, "meu deus." you let a whimper slip past your lips as he gradually kissed closer to your heat, "so fucking perfect."

he locked his fingers around your underwear before pulling them down to your knees, where they'd drop to the floor. neymar didnt skip a beat before throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and pressing one last kiss to the inside of your thigh before licking a stripe through your folds in an attempt to spread your slickness. he flattened his tongue against you as he lapped repeatedly before sucking right where you needed him to- maintaining eye contact.

"please." you whined, and he was already removing his clothes and simultaneously untying the back of your dress- exposing your chest to the cold air.

he kept his boxers on as he laid you down as pressed. your bodys on top of one another- giving you a sloppy kiss- grunting as you bucked your hips up and sent him into a frenzy.

you should probably call your friends and cancel your plans.

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[cherryxcadbury]

OK HERE'S YOUR NEY REQUEST:

You know that drake song "childs play"? In the intro of the song a guy says something along the lines of "if your girl asks you to go to a nba game.. she is probably fcking some guy on that team". My idea for you: how would ney react to you asking him to acompany you to a man city game? Idk maybe mix in some sweet jealousy and him being excited when haaland loses?

Love ya take care xoxo

love love love you xx

I used to not understand anyone’s attraction to Neymar, bc he’s a bit older than me. but now, I get it, I really do.

2nd person pov

“Look what I got!” You smirked as you walked into the sitting room where your boyfriend, Neymar was lying on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

He quirked an eyebrow at you.

You flashed him two tickets, Manchester City vs. Arsenal.

“Come with me to the Man City game! They’re going to be playing in London, Emirates Stadium.” You begged.

Neymar sat up, his phone barely hanging onto the sofa.

“Why do you want to go watch this game? It’s just a regular premier league match.” Neymar questioned.

You rolled your eyes at his question.

“It’s going to be such a good match. Arteta, Jesus, and Zinchenko against their old team! And I finally get to see Haaland live!”

Neymar narrowed his eyes at the last part of your sentence.

“Haaland eh?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “He’s so good! Honestly better than Mbappe.”

Neymar furiously shook his head, “There is no youngster better than Kylian.”

You had to stop from laughing. It was clear he was a bit jealous.

“Whatever. So you coming? Or are you too jealous?”

His eyes bulged out of his sockets.

“I’m not jealous.”

You rolled your eyes at his clear lie before he pulled you to sit on the couch with him. He cupped your face, and kissed you deeply.

You pulled away at a loss for words, while he pulled away with a smirk.

“Still want to go to that match? We can just stay here you know…” He suggested.

It was your turn to smirk now.

“Of course! I spent a fortune on those tickets. Come on!” You had decided. ***

“Right here.” You gestured to a set of two seats in the fourth row.

Despite your wishes to wear a kit from one of the teams playing, your boyfriend had convinced you to wear one of his many Brazil hoodies. You wore a gray set of leggings underneath, paired with the viral ugg booties. Neymar on the other hand, wore a plain white hoodie with some branding, and tight black jeans with slight rips in them. He of course paired this with a baseball cap and some trendy Jordans.

Once a fashion icon, always a fashion icon.

You both sat down into your seats and got comfortable. The match was just about to start.

“I’m thirsty.” You whispered to Neymar, signaling for the bottle of water in his hand.

“Thirsty?” He smirked.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier we could’ve just stayed home in Paris an…” He began to say.

You slapped his leg and shot him a look, “Get your head out of the gutter idiot.”

“How am I supposed to when you’re sitting there looking like that in my sweatshirt?”

You rolled your eyes at his lack of self control.

Within a few minutes, the match had begun. Manchester City was very clearly dominating, as expected. Haaland had several chances courtesy De Bruyne but had been unlucky thus far.

Neymar had told you he’d be rooting for Arsenal. This was a bit strange to you because he’d never been an Arsenal supporter in the slightest. He claimed it was because Arsenal had a more overwhelming number of Brazilian players than Man City so he needed to support “his boys.” To you however, it just didn’t add up.

He was enjoying the game though. When Arsenal went up 1-0, thanks to a Jesus goal, his grin became wider. Neymar would constantly look over at you to see what you were thinking, what you were feeling.

Things changed however in the 86th minute, when Man City scored on a Haaland goal. Like many other away fans, the terrific strike brought you to your feet and you cheered as loud as possible, much to Neymar’s disappointment. You’d figured he was a bit jealous. And if he wanted to play this game, so be it.

“COME ON!” Cheers were heard all around you.

Neymar face curled up into a scowl as he watched you clap for Haaland’s goal. Once you finally sat back down, his arm was again around your waist, trying to bring you as close as possible to him. Your head rested on his shoulder while his head rested on yours.

“City’s gonna win.” You whispered to him.

“Not if my boys have a say in it.” He mumbled back, kissing your cheek.

You turned to face him and stuck your tongue out at his smug look.

Truth be told, on the inside, he was praying Arsenal didn’t lose. He couldn’t bear watch you cheer for City again.

In the 89th minute, his wish came true. City defender Nathan Ake was unable to track back fast enough, and was so match for Bukayo Saka who received the ball and banged it in the net.

Your mouth had fallen open, and Neymar had gone to his feet, cheering as loud as possible.

He looked down at you in your seat and shot you a wide smirk while you gave him a pissed look. He sat back down and grabbed your chin before kissing you again. The stadiums cameras had been able to find you two meanwhile.

After pulling away, you and Neymar had realised you were on the cameras (pretend they do this at the Emirates, idk if they do). You looked down and blushed while Neymar shot a wink at the camera. Eventually, the cameras found someone else to bother and the match ended, with Arsenal winning. Neymar had a smug look on his face when you two were leaving the stadium.

“Just say it.” You sighed.

“Haaland was kind of invisible today, don’t you think?” He smirked.

“He still scored Ney.”

“Yeah but they lost.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “He’s still a star.”

Neymar furrowed his brow, “And me?”

His jealousy was insane.

You turned to face him, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’ll always be my superstar.”

as a spurs supporter, writing abt an arsenal win was quite painful.

as a side note, thank u sm for ur requests! I’m writing them based on which ones I’m feeling! but at some point, they’ll all be done.

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[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.

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[storywriter007]

Who Are You Trying to Convince? - Neymar Jr x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n figures out why neymar has been so distant

warnings: cursing, lying, flirting with ex, anger

genre: angst ending in heartbreak

word count: 1.5k

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"can we run the order one more time?" the fashion show director called out.

the victoria's secret fashion show was the highlight of the year for the brand, and they had to make sure it was perfect.

"this is just to make sure that we are consistent." he yelled out, clapping his hands.

the angels got back into place and began strutting down the runway again. y/n was looking forward to this year's show, the artists and the outfits were like never before.

after another hour or so, the rehearsals finished, and all the models were free to go home. in contrast to everyone else, y/n sort of dreaded the idea. she would see her boyfriend, and he had been distant lately. she'd tried talking to him, apologizing, fixing her behavior, going on dates, but nothing worked. he was just as distant as ever, and it sucked because they were reaching their six month anniversary.

he'd been distant from the start of the relationship, but instead of the distance slowly closing, it just kept getting bigger and bigger. as she got dressed and drove to neymar's house, she tried calling him but he didn't pick up. he must be busy, she assumed. however, when she got home, there was no one there. she called out for him, but there was nothing. she texted him too, no response. she figured he might've gone clubbing, since it was friday night.

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four hours had passed since y/n got to neymar's house, and she watched as the clock struck twelve. out of pure boredom, y/n decided to check the news.

it was the usual, political disagreements between parties, international news, and something about a new research study that had come out. she scrolled through the headlines until she found one that caught her eye.

famous footballer neymar jr. seen at club with ex-girlfriend, bruna marquezine!

y/n felt her stomach drop. she collected herself. bruna goes out on fridays too, they could've just been caught at the same place, and the paparazzi decided to make a story out of it.

she clicked on the article. there were photos. that was neymar and bruna for sure. the first photo was them both at the same club. the second one was them talking. the third was him pulling her hand away to an isolated corner. the fourth was them talking again, and his eyes really did give it all away. he looked at her with longingness and desire, and she returned the expression. the fifth picture was them going back inside. the sixth was a photo of them together, smiling. he had his arm around her shoulders as she leaned into him.

there were too many photos for this to be fake. y/n felt tears fill her eyes. is this why he had been so distant? because he wanted bruna back?

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at 1:30 is when neymar returned home. he came in laughing. y/n looked up from where she was sitting, a barstool near the kitchen counter.

"hi babe." he said, greeting y/n, which he hadn't done in weeks. "what're you doing here?"

"hey. missed you, so i decided to come." she smiled. "where were you?'

"club, couple of friends invited me to go get drinks." he explained.

"sounds fun! did you meet anyone else there?" she questioned, making sure to sound happy instead of angry and hurt.

"nah, just me and the boys." he brushed off.

"really? because every single news article is saying something else." y/n said.

they looked at eachother, dread instantly filling neymar's eyes.

"what are you on about now?" he asked, the change in his tone evident.

"famous footballer neymar jr. seen at club with ex-girlfriend, bruna marquezine." y/n read from the article.

he rolled his eyes.

"you don't actually believe that shit, do you?" he scoffed.

"i didn't, until six photos were shown. i didn't, until i realized you had ignored all my calls and texts. i didn't, until you started acting distant." she said, rage slowly beginning to seep into her voice.

"it's loud at the club, i'm sorry for not having superhearing. i'm sorry i get tired after running around all fucking day. and i'm sorry i ran into an old friend and said hi." he said, passive-aggressively.

"fuck off. you had to take her into a private corner to talk to her? you had to look at her like that? you had to take a photo with her where you're barely inches apart?" y/n spat, channeling his attitude back at him. "bruna's not just an old friend, she's your ex. if i did that shit, you would've yelled at me the minute i walked in."

"and what're you doing?" neymar chuckled. "i didn't want to talk to her in front of everyone, because i didn't want rumors to spread, but seemingly, they still did. i took a photo with her because she wanted me too. and how did i look at her?

"you looked at her like how you should be looking at your girlfriend, not your ex." she explained.

"she's not just my ex." he said. "long before she was an ex, she was a friend. and she's an established woman, don't act like she isn't. she's an actress, a model, a philanthropist, and a friend.i can't have friends now?"

"not when it's someone who clearly has romantic interest in you."

"so you're jealous?" he concluded.

"neymar! will you just fucking listen?" y/n yelled, not knowing where the sudden anger came from. "i'm your girlfriend so obviously, i'm going to get pissed off when you get a little to comfortable with your ex-girlfriend after you've been distant for the past couple of weeks!"

"oh my god, i was just being polite!" he yelled. "don't worry, the next time any woman comes up to me, i'll shove them off and say 'sorry, i have a girlfriend. please fuck off.'"

"but that's not what you said? you didn't even mention me because the way you were looking at each other and touching each other said everything!" she yelled back. she was not wrong here. "if i did this, you would be down my throat, and i would understand why, because i'm not supposed to be flirting with my ex when i'm in a relationship!"

"i wasn't flirting with her!" he yelled.

"then why don't you tell me what you guys talked about! prove it to me." y/n said, crossing her arms.

"we talked about our careers." he said. "she was the one saying we should meet up and we should go together, and i was the one who said no!"

"but you wanted to say yes! didn't you? you wanted to say yes." y/n whispered softly, feeling the anger turn into deep and utter sadness.

that look he gave her, that look spoke a million words he couldn't. a tear dropped from her eye. she hadn't cried in front of him for months. she quickly wiped away her tear.

neymar's attitude changed, the anger on his face softened to empathy.

"don't cry." he said.

"why, does it make you feel bad? does it finally make you see me as human?" she whispered. "does it hurt you or your ego?"

"that's not fair y/n."

"what's not fair is you dating me when you clearly still have feelings for bruna." she said, coming to a realization. "you never like me, i was just the next thing you could get to try. i was your replacement."

the tears started flowing again.

"no, no, y/n, you know that's not true." he said, walking over and trying to wipe the tears off her face, but she stepped back.

"who are you trying to convince? me or yourself?" she insisted.

of course she never felt close to him, because he was waiting for her to become someone she wasn't. he was waiting for bruna, one way or another.

"you've been dethatched from this relationship ever since it started, because you miss your last one. just do me a favor and admit so i can stop trying to make myself believe you somewhat care about me."

"i do care about you." he argued.

"really? what's my favorite color? when's the show? what's one of my hobbies? what's my favorite movie? when's my birthday?" she asked.

"your favorite color is (wrong color). the show is october 14. one of your hobbies is painting. your favorite movie is (wrong movie). your birthday is (your birthday)."

"really? because my favorite color is (your favorite color). the show is october 21. and my favorite movie is (your favorite movie)." she corrected. "now what's bruna's favorite color. when's her next film coming out? what's her favorite movie?"

"don't do this to me y/n." neymar said, regret clearly filling his eyes.

"answer neymar."

"pink. december 17. pixote." he said.

"and you remember all of that, don't you?"

"please y/n."

y/n shook her head.

"there's going to be a new headline tomorrow. feel free to explain to everyone why." she said, walking over to grab her keys.

"i love you." he said.

the words echoed throughout the house.

"no you don't." she chuckled, leaving through the front door.

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

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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.

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