Hey love, can you do one where reader keeps wiping her mouth and cheeks after kissing Neymar for a whole day to see his reaction and Neymar being confused and taking it personally.
ofcc!!! also, so sorry for not writing out ur asks!!! i promise i see them, i just have finals and shit and i’m going crazy i promise i’ll try to be way more active soon
“hi amor.” ney walked in the kitchen, kissing my cheek as i’m making our dinner.
“hi ney.” i smiled, very obviously wiping my cheek, just to piss off neymar. “did you have fun at practice?”
“you’re making me feel like a little kid!” he laughed.
i put a lid over the pot, and had the towel hang from my shoulders and turned to face him, “sorry! i’m so used to asking the kids.” i laughed.
“it’s okay, mi amor, no need to apologize. i just found it funny.” he shrugged, leaning in to kiss my lips, in which i happily agreed to.
as soon as he pulled away i wiped my mouth earning a stunned look.
“everything okay?” i asked him.
“uh- yea…” he shook his head.
“go shower so you can help the kids set the table.” i ordered making him utter a “yes ma’am.” and run away.
“y/n! we finished setting the table!” neymar called out.
“i’m coming!” i yelled back, carrying the hot pot of pasta.
i put it right in the middle and the kids and neymar gobbled the food down.
“it’s just so good!” neymar hummed.
“yeah!” our youngest boy agreed, mouth full of food.
“we don’t open our mouthes when we have food in it.” i warned making him nod and apologize.
“thank you, baby.” neymar thanked, kissing my cheek again.
“anytime.” i smiled, still wiping my cheek.
“i- you… y/n-“ he stuttered.
“never mind.” he took his plate to the kitchen and stormed off.
i felt really bad, like i took it too far.
“what’s wrong with pai?” davi asked.
“don’t know…” i sighed, “off to bed! all of you! we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, and you need your beauty sleep. put your plates in the sink, and i’ll wash them today.”
“okay, mãe.” my youngest boy agreed enthusiastically, kissing my cheek and running off.
“goodnight.” davi and my youngest girl kissed my cheek and ran off.
after washing all the dishes, i finally went upstairs to our bedroom and saw ney reading a book.
“hey.” he replied, not looking up from his book making me wince.
as i climbed into bed, he started looking at me.
“what’s up with you today, y/n?” he asked, looking hurt.
“don’t look at me like that!” i whined.
“i haven’t given my wife a decent kiss all day, of course i’m sad!” he said.
“it was a joke! gia thought i should do it, and i went along with it! i’m sorry, i swear every kiss i wiped off was so painful!” i instantly put the blame on my best friend, gia.
“so you’re not mad at me?” he asked.
“of course not!” he peppered me in kisses, tickling me.
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