warnings; swearing (the word dumbass) but other than that none i think?
authors note; my first imagine ! hopefully its not too corny and horrible, anyway hope u enjoy! requests are open
you and neymar were both on the plane back home, after spending a blissful week vacationing, you knew you had to eventually go back to your normal lives, with you being an actress, and him being a footballer, you dreaded going back home, knowing you would have to work again.
“ugh, i hate this.” you whined, stretching on the uncomfortable plane seat, which you’ve been sitting on for quite literally; 5 hours.
you’ve been trying to get some sleep, so that way, you wont have to go to work exhausted, but clearly, your attempts weren’t working.
turning in his chair, neymar looks at you, “why, what’s wrong amor?” he said softly, not wanting to wake up the other passengers on the plane.
you could tell that he, aswell, was also having the same issue.
“i’ve been trying to sleep for so long, but for some reason my dumb brain just wont shut off.” you pouted.
“hey, hey, hey, stop right there, dont insult that pretty brain of yours, if you wont appreciate it then i will.” he whispered back.
“it also keeps you alive bebe, what would i do without it?” he sighed dramatically, you could feel his gaze on your face, but you kept your eyes closed, hoping that would bring you to sleep.
“the heart is what keeps you alive dumbass.” you chuckled softly, “meu deus this is what happens when i try to be romantic. remind me to never do that again.” he laughed.
“i think its cute actually, thank you for the compliment.”
you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, he was smiling and you didnt know why.
“whats the smile for?” you tell him, knowing that you probably have the same look mirrored on your face, but who cares right?
“nothing amor, you’re just cute when you’re tired.” he laughed, the dim light making his features look slightly blurry, but nevertheless, his eyes held that same sparkle that he reserved only for you.
“shut up, all i did was complain anyway.” you rolled your eyes playfully and turned your head, trying to hide the blush slowly appearing on your face.
he softly cupped your chin in his hand, turning your head to face him, “i love it when you’re snarky.” he whispered, closing the gap between you, his lips were delicate against yours, as if they were designed to fit together perfectly.
the feeling was pure bliss, and you weren't sure if it was because it was 4 in the morning or if you were just exhausted. either way, you loved of sleepy neymar.
you slowly broke apart, looking into eachothers eyes, and laughed at how tired you both looked, but, instead of trying to sleep anymore, you both talked about anything and everything.
your talks consisted of random things, whatever topic entered your minds, you talked about. wether it was stupid, or deep, he listened, and you appreciated that.
somewhere in the conversation, you felt your eyes drooping, sleep slowly overtaking you, yet you still made sure to mumble a “mhm.” and a “yeah.” to make sure neymar knew you were listening.
eventually, the feeling got too overwhelming, so you just decided to give in, falling asleep to neymars voice, appreciating his presence and snuggling into his warmth.
“you know, i would like to have a cat and a dog one day, maybe it would fix the rivalry you know?” neymar mumbled, and when he noticed the silence on your end, he turned his head and found you sleeping on his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing even.
he smiled softly at the sight, you looked so beautiful. he wondered how he got so lucky. “eu te amo.” he whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead.
he eventually fell asleep as well, with his head resting on top of yours. glad that you weren’t struggling anymore.
Hili could you do a Neymar x tall reader? Like she's a 5'11 supermodel and he takes her to the psg stadium to meet everyone (Mbappe, Messi etc) and everyone really likes her because she has her own money and fame and they're surprised by how tall and beautiful she is?
↻ NEYMAR JR ...
✽ content: as the request saysss, a loved 5'11 model dating neymar
✽ pairing(s): neymar jr x reader
✽ a/n: THANK YOU SMM FOR THE REQUESTS omg i got so many creative requests yesterday and im tryna write for them as soon as possible, it was so entertaining to read thru the requests loll, i hope you anon liked this aaaaa and thank you sm for requesting !!<3 not proof read,,,
ʚ♡ɞ everyone loved you, especially your boyfriend, neymar. the world adored your long legs, your sparkling eyes, your healthy, soft hair, your bright smile that made everyone smile, your bubbly personality, your confidence, and your gentle touch, everything about you was perfect.
ʚ♡ɞ you were a model for Dior. so, because of the active PSG x Dior collaboration, you got to see neymar quite frequently, and during runway shows the spotlight was always on your stunning looks. it was amazing to see how unproblematic and successful you were as a self-made model.
ʚ♡ɞ neymar loved having you around him, he had never felt more proud. he even loved to attend your runway shows, the way you walked with your long legs and stunning outfit amazed him and not only him, but the whole crowd. he would watch you walk with a wide smile plastered on his face. he also liked to scroll through the official Dior instagram to watch your photoshoot pictures.
ʚ♡ɞ when you first started dating neymar you both had trouble seeing each other. he had some international tours to attend on and you had photoshoots around the world too. but when you finally were in paris, you were excited to attend a psg match as well as to meet his teammates.
ʚ♡ɞ before the match, you met up with neymar, who was more than happy to see you. since you were taller than him, neymar's head would rest on your chest, and so he loved hugging you.
ʚ♡ɞ he then walked you to where his teammates were. it was a stiff and awkward tension. they were all admiring and taking in your beauty. they had only seen you on reels and pics on instagram. you waved with a smile and introduced yourself and they had introduced themselves too, still very stiff and you understood their reaction. seeing a tall, gorgeous model is jaw-dropping.
ʚ♡ɞ you had a quick talk with the boys but then they had to go to prepare for the match, you walked up to your boyfriend and gave him a “goodluck kiss” and so you all left. as soon as you got back to your hotel room, you changed into the neymar jersey he had given you, a pair of jeans with a birkin bag (georgina moment🫶🏼) and so the security followed you to the arena.
ʚ♡ɞ there were a bunch of cameras taking photos but you were used to it. you sat in the VIP lounge and watched your boyfriend play. at one point the camera was even directed at you and you could see yourself on the big screen.
ʚ♡ɞ PSG ended up winning the match but you had a late runway show to attend. little did you know that neymar had reserved a 5 star hotel near the eiffel tower to spend the night with you.
ʚ♡ɞ “is she your girlfriend? man you’re lucky!” kylian stated, changing his shirt in the locker room after the match. “i know, i’m extremely lucky” neymar replied with a smile. “i was going to ask for her number but then remembered that you’re dating her” kylian said teasingly and neymar just rolled his eyes. “she wouldn’t go for you anyway” neymar said, then daydreamed about what he would want to do with you at the hotel room,,,♡
tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening (neymar jr.)
a/n: very long and smutty for no fucking reason at all. warning: nsfw.
After the third time Mae goes to suck him off, Neymar begins to feel a bit guilty.
Every time he’s meant to return the favor properly, spread her out and finally get his mouth on her, but she always beats him to the punch. The first time they got off together, she came with her fingers inside herself and his cock in her mouth. Neymar was so blindsided by her that he couldn’t do anything but kiss her afterward, licking the taste of himself out of her mouth. After the second time she blew him, he only managed to get as far as her nipple, sucking it tight while she rode his thigh, grinding against the rough fabric of his jeans and soaking them through by the time she came.
Now, the third time, Neymar watches her wank him off, rubbing the head of his cock over her lips while she catches her breath; once she blinks wetly up at him, eyes shining in the glare of the hotel’s lamp, Neymar has to cup the back of her head and try to pull her up.
“C’mere, love,” Neymar breathes out. He knows if he doesn’t stop her now, there’s no way he’ll be able to later - he goes a bit lazy after an orgasm, sleepy and sated, and he wants to give her all his attention before that happens.
“Was that alright?” she asks with a concerned furrow of her brows, even as she climbs up obediently to settle in his lap. She’s only got her panties on now, and Neymar drags the backs of his knuckles over her clit through them.
Over her gasp, he says, “Really good, just wanna let you have a go.”
“Have a go at what?” Mae asks, needily threading her fingers into his hair after he sits up. When he rubs her clit more firmly with the pad of his thumb, she lets out a shivery hum, “Me first today?”
“Yeah, you first,” Neymar says, nosing his way along her collarbone until his mouth is against her throat. “Wanna eat you out, yeah?”
Unexpectedly, Mae goes tense. It’s a different sort of tense than the arousal that keeps her body wound tight, more stiff than pliant. She asks, “You want to?”
Confused, Neymar pulls back to look at her face. She seems a bit caught out. “Unless you don’t want me to?”
“It’s not really that,” Mae says, slumping a bit. She looks down between them to avoid his eyes and idly traces the head of his cock. It feels very nice, but not quite nice enough to distract him.
“Seriously, we don’t have to if you don’t like it,” he tells her, despite the hollow feeling that grows in his chest at the mere thought. Finally getting a quasi-girlfriend who’s with him nearly all the time but doesn’t like being eaten out. Figures.
Sounding oddly sullen, Mae says, “I wouldn’t know if I like it.”
Neymar’ confusion blooms fully then, and he raises an eyebrow at her even though she’s still staring directly at his cock and not his face. “How would— it seems a bit simple, love, does it feel good or bad?”
“I’ve never felt it,” she says with a shrug, feigning nonchalance. Her cheeks are a blotchy pink when she finally makes eye contact with him, obviously embarrassed.
Still confused, Neymar repeats, “You’ve… never felt it. No one’s ever gone down on you.”
“Nope,” she says, tugging at his cock pointedly like maybe it’ll encourage him to move on.
Following a long second of silence, Neymar says, high-pitched and incredulous “Really?”
“Stop it,” Mae whines, gently punching him in the side before letting go of his cock to bend down and bury her face in his shoulder. “Don’t make fun, you’re being rude.”
“I’m not making fun; I just don’t believe you!” Neymar says, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of her face. “You’re not having me on, really?” It wouldn’t make any sense at all as a joke, but that’s precisely why he’s suspicious. Mae’s jokes, especially those that require planning, tend to fall flat.
“You are making fun,” Mae mumbles, a pout in her voice. Still, she cuddles up closer to him until his cock nudges between her legs; she’s not embarrassed enough to keep herself from rubbing against it, huffing out a breath against his neck.
Neymar does have to fight against the distraction this time, closing his eyes and sliding his hands around to grip her ass. “Come on, how is that even possible? Nobody’s ever wanted to eat you out before?” he asks, too curious to let it go, mind sifting through all the people he knows that Mae’s shagged.
“I dunno,” she says, still a bit whiny, cheek against his shoulder. “I like doing it, going down on people, like. It’s the first thing I go for, right, you know I can come like that, just doing it for somebody else. By the time I realized nobody’d done it to me, it felt weird to ask.”
Even hearing the explanation doesn’t really help. Neymar sighs and tips his head back, thinking with a little frown. “You told me you’ve been tied up before, like, someone literally tied your hands together— and didn’t lick you out. I don’t get it,” he decides, shaking his head. “That makes no fucking sense. You’re serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious, bloody hell,” Mae grumbles, laughing at the end of it and letting some of the tension out. “Not all of us are this preoccupied with oral sex, you know.”
“Can we remember the bit where you just said you can come from sucking somebody off? And I’ve seen it with me own eyes?” Neymar says, kissing her chin and then her lips, mouths fitting together sideways from the angle.
“Don’t recall that conversation,” she smiles, sitting up to get a better kiss, aligning their mouths properly.
Soon, it feels safe to bring it up again, after Mae’s gone loose in his lap, mouth opening for his tongue. He kisses her just long enough that she starts trying to rub herself off against his cock again, breaking away then to suck in a breath. “How about it?” he asks. “Wanna find out how it feels?”
“Suppose m’alright with you being my first,” Mae murmurs back to him with a little smirk, sweetened by the honesty he can hear in it.
Exaggerating his confidence for show, Neymar leans back against the pillows, glancing up at her. “You’re in for a treat, then,” he says, “haven’t got a complaint yet.”
Gamely, Mae plays along, running her hand up his chest. “Not one?”
“Not one,” he confirms with a shrug.
“Oh, you must be very good,” she simpers, slowly climbing off his lap to stretch out on her back beside him. She keeps eye contact while she rolls her knickers down her thighs, kicking them off the foot of the bed. “Think I’m ready for you to blow my mind.”
“Hey, watch it,” Neymar grumbles, displeased with the level of sarcasm in her tone. Mae just grins at him, wide and a little shy, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth when Neymar shifts up onto his knees.
“‘Blow’ my mind works better when you’ve got a dick, doesn’t it?” she asks, parting her legs for him when he places a gentle hand on her thigh.
“Eating your mind doesn’t sound as appealing,” he agrees. He can tell she’s nervous from the way she tugs at the skin of her knuckles with her teeth, biting mindlessly, so he’s careful when he settles on his belly between her legs, not too close all at once. “Just tell me f’you don’t like it, alright?”
“There’s no way I won’t like it, to hear you tell it,” Mae says, reaching down to pet his hair back off his forehead. “I’m just waiting for you to impress me.”
“You’re a pain,” Neymar says, unable to keep the fond edge out of his voice. He loosely circles his fingers around her wrist and holds it against the mattress, pleased when he watches her dimple disappear, her smile melting into a quiet sigh. It’s only in the split second before Neymar leans in closer to her that he realizes he’s never been someone’s first for this, either. Everyone he’s licked out has had it done to them by someone else, already knowing what they were getting into; it’s a gentle sort of thrill, the idea that he’ll get to show Mae something he loves for the first time.
Though she’s needy, Mae’s not terribly impatient. She keeps herself still when Neymar takes his time spreading her open with his thumbs to get a look. He can see how wet she is, likely from long before this conversation even began, but she only clenches her muscles and huffs out a little breath when Neymar rubs one thumb teasingly close to her clit. After a moment, he murmurs to her, “Gonna lick you now, darling,” and waits for her quiet yeah before leaning in to do just that, letting the first stroke of his tongue fall gently so she can catalogue the feeling.
Mae’s initial reaction is a surprised gasp despite the warning, followed by her closing her thighs around his head. Neymar can’t stop a little laugh from coming out, even while he’s nearly dizzy from the satisfaction of finally getting to taste her. “Gotta keep these open, need some room down here,” he teases, curling his hands around her thighs to pull them apart again.
“Sorry,” Mae breathes, already too distracted for banter, the way she gets when she’s headed towards overwhelmed.
“Keep ‘em open,” Neymar repeats, sliding his hands back down to keep her spread for his tongue. The second lick is much more thorough - Neymar uses the flat of his tongue to lick from her opening all the way to her clit, looking up to catch her reaction. Mae moans out this time, eyes closed, and head tilted back. She clenches the duvet in one of her fists but obediently keeps her legs open, wide enough to earn some praise, “Good girl,” mumbled right against her clit.
“Ney,” she whines, reaching out blindly to get a grip on his hair, twisting the longest bits of his fringe between her fingers. If Neymar had any remaining doubt around whether she was telling the truth about never being eaten out, her physical reactions would eliminate it. The first light suck he gives her clit sends her hips bucking up hard enough that he pulls back, afraid of scraping her with his teeth.
“Alright, love, relax,” Neymar mumbles, ducking back in to give her clit a soft kiss instead. He slides one hand up to rest low on her belly, stroking her skin with his thumb while she pants, leaving only one hand to hold her open for his tongue. Two fingers work fine, enough to frame her clit right in between them; he doesn’t need to keep her spread, but he likes the access it gives him, a smooth line to lick between her two most sensitive spots. Neymar aims the next lick much lower, right where she’s wettest, humming softly against her when he hears her whimper and feels the tug at his fringe.
Really, he already knew what she’d taste like - he’s sucked his fingers clean after fucking her with them just to watch her flush - but it’s always better like this. There’s nothing stopping him from licking inside her, nothing obscuring her taste. He decides to stay there as long as she’ll allow it, bottom lip pressed snug against her skin while he sucks her to make sure everything she leaks will make it into his mouth.
He expects Mae to pull him back to her clit eventually, but after a long moment only punctuated by her soft, moaned breaths, she lets go of the duvet to rub her clit herself. Her fingers bump against his nose but she doesn’t seem to care, panting out, “Please don’t stop.”
Neymar doesn’t even stop long enough to promise that he won’t. He tilts his head to give Mae’s fingers more room to move, gripping her thigh instead of bothering to hold her lips open any longer. Hardly half a minute goes by before he feels her start to tremble, the biggest tell that she’s getting close; Neymar dips his tongue into her as deep as he can manage, fingertips pressing into her skin. Despite the hard kick his cock gives when he feels her tighten around his tongue as she starts to come, he’s almost disappointed with how quickly it’s over, unhappy about taking his mouth away from her already. He pushes the feeling aside to listen to her helpless groan, chasing her with his tongue when she squirms enough to dislodge him.
“Oh my god,” is the first thing she says when she’s sucked in a deep enough breath to speak again. Neymar breathes out a soundless laugh and rests his forehead against her knuckles where she’s cupping her clit, licking some of the wetness off his lips. “I should’ve asked for that a long time ago.”
“Wouldn’t have felt as good if you had,” Neymar says confidently, propping himself up on his elbows far enough to get a good look at her face. She’s much more disheveled now, flushed in a gradient from her face to her breasts, red to pink. “Good things come to those who wait, etcetera. And I hardly even touched your clit, look at that.”
“I would’ve died,” Mae says seriously, eyes closed, and brows furrowed. Neymar lets his gaze drop back between her legs when she doesn’t look down at him, gently pulling her hand away from herself so he can see.
“You wouldn’t have,” he says, slightly belated. He can see how swollen her clit is now from her rubbing and her orgasm; it’s hard under his lips when he leans in and places a gentle kiss there.
Right away, her hips jerk. “Neymar,” she whispers, half a gasp.
“You came so quick,” he replies, settling back down where he was, mouth much closer to her again. Mae looks ambivalent and a little nervous when she stares down at him, mouth open in anticipation.
“It felt good,” she mumbles. It turns into a whine on the last word, good high-pitched and elongated when he kisses her clit again. “Neymar.”
Close enough that his wet lips brush against her when he speaks, Neymar admits, “Don’t wanna stop yet.”
Mae’s hips nearly twitch out of his reach, an involuntary reaction, but her fingers find their way into his hair again. She holds him more tightly this time. “It feels different like this,” she murmurs, different than the times he’s kept his fingers moving inside her until she came a second time.
“I know, babe,” he says back, reassuring. He makes sure she’s watching so she’ll know when to expect it when he licks her clit again, as gentle as he can manage; it’s soft enough that she simply shivers, letting her legs drop open wide again.
Mae doesn’t say anything else. She watches him until he curls his fingers around her hips to hold her still, tipping her head back then so that the whimper she lets out following his next lick is pointed toward the ceiling. Neymar knows she’s sensitive; it’s what he’s counting on, hearing the sweet, overwhelmed sounds she lets out when he gives her more than she’s used to. He keeps his grip on her hips tight, already expecting her to try and twist away from his mouth.
He doesn’t have to wait long to be proven right. Just like the first time, her hips jerk back when he sucks her clit but Neymar holds her firmly, nails caught in the skin at the edge of her hipbones. Mae’s quite strong - almost certainly stronger than he is - but she’s also a good listener, prone to going pliant at the right combination of gentle restraint and his voice. Neymar uses it to his advantage now, squeezing her hips and resting his cheek on her inner thigh for a moment to murmur, “Can you stay still for me, Mae?”
“Yeah,” Mae gasps, though she sounds unsure. The hand in his hair tightens to the point that he nearly winces, but he lets her keep the hold as a distraction when he tries again. This time, he fits his lips very gingerly around her clit, tongue pressed soft up against it. He sucks with as little force as he can manage, just enough to let her feel it, and makes a pleased sound when she only whimpers in response, hips stationary against the bed. Neymar wants to encourage her with his words but uses his hands to do it instead, loosening his grip to feel up her sides so that he can keep his mouth where he wants it.
After the initial writhing and jerking, Mae seems to channel her reactions into her voice instead. She keeps an almost painfully firm grip on Neymar’ hair, but she does a very good job of keeping herself still despite being twice as loud as she was the first time around. Neymar takes his time with her, gradually sucking harder and sloppier kisses over her clit until she pulls him in closer by the back of his head and holds him between her legs, groaning out wordlessly. It’s hot, feeling her slick against his chin and her clit hard in his mouth; he pours himself into it, sucking her in sharp pulses in the rhythm that she sets for him with the tiny nudges of her hips that she can’t hold back.
Neymar, perhaps naively, expects that this orgasm will take a while. It’s not like he and Mae have been doing this for ages, but he feels confident enough to say that her second orgasms are harder to achieve, usually leaving him with a cramped wrist and biceps burning with the effort of fingering her for that long. He’s surprised again by how quickly he feels her thighs shaking next to his shoulders, the bite of her nails against his scalp making him groan around her clit. Careful not to interrupt her momentum, Neymar follows Mae’s lead and sucks just as hard as he has been, eyes shut against the pressure when she closes her thighs around his head.
She comes hard and loud the second time, riding up against his face for the bulk of her orgasm; as soon as it starts to wane, she shoves him back, suddenly enough that he gasps when she isn’t in his mouth anymore. “Stop! Fuck, stop,” she whimpers, punctuating it with a laugh when she looks down and spots his surprised face. “Sorry, sorry,” she pants between breaths, collapsing back against the bed. Her legs are spread wide, trusting that he won’t touch her again just yet.
“Don’t have to be sorry,” Neymar mumbles, pushing himself up onto his knees to look her over while he wipes his chin dry. There’s a wet patch on the sheets where his cock’s been rubbing and a separate one under Mae’s bum, the slick he didn’t manage to clean up the second time. She blinks up at him and grins, bright but pleasantly exhausted, shoving a hand through her hair to push the stray pieces that are sticky with sweat away from her face.
“Fuck me,” she sighs happily, reaching out for him when he starts to crawl up her body. “Not literally,” she adds after his cock nudges her hip, giving him a suspicious look, as if he might be getting ideas. “Maybe later.”
“Not literally or maybe later?” Neymar asks, settling himself on top of her.
“I haven’t decided. I’m disoriented now,” she insists, staring blatantly at his lips instead of his eyes while she speaks to him.
“Are you gonna tell me the verdict or not?” he asks, feigning impatience. He uses his cleaner hand to pet some of her flyaway hairs back, dipping down to give her a kiss.
Mae makes a quiet noise, blinking slowly when he gets so close that she can’t see his mouth. “It was pretty fucking good,” she announces, resting her hands on his ribs. “Makes me wanna— build a time machine, maybe. Go back to when I’d never felt it before and do it all over again.”
“Can do it as many times as you like,” Neymar offers.
She kisses him this time, lifting her head off the bed to reach him. It’s closed-mouthed but lingering, somehow sensual in its simplicity. “Once more before bed,” she decides in a murmur, smiling at him again. Before Neymar can reply, Mae’s rolled him onto his back on the mattress, hands at his shoulders to hold him in place. She places a smacking kiss to the center of his chest and straddles his thighs, adding, “Wanna do you first, though.”
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Request: Hi ! I love your one shots !! :) Can I request one with Neymar? The reader is Neymar's girlfriend and she comes to one of his games and some of the players from the other team start flirting with her, and he gets jealous and protective :) (AshleyDorina)
There are some days where you love your job and then there are those days that you really wished that you could just stay home and in bed the whole day. Today was one of the latter days. Unfortunately for you, since it was game day at the Parc des Princes, you were forced to be at work, no matter how shitty you felt. The only bright side to this was that you were able to see your boyfriend, Neymar.
All the players were lining up in the tunnel and so needless to say, there was a lot of commotion going on. Given the fact that you had a headache, it wasn’t the most ideal situation or environment to be in but bared with it. After all, you were technically on the clock, so you couldn’t very well complain. You stood there and watched as the players lined up one by one waiting to exit the tunnel and go onto the field.
It wasn’t long before you saw your boyfriend. Your eyes met his and when they did, they softened. Your headache seemed to lessen slightly, and everything just felt right. You knew that you wouldn’t have time to wish him luck in person, so you had done it before he had left the house this morning. Even so, you flashed Ney a smile and gave him a thumbs up to wish him good luck once again.
Paris Saint-Germain were playing against Marseille today and so you knew that this was going to be a fierce competition. In fact, all around the stadium there was a different kind of tension. Le Classique days were always a bit tense and so you knew that your boyfriend was slightly nervous about the game.
Seeing you smiling at him to wish him good luck, Neymar smiled back and nodded. He had received your unspoken message and was grateful for it.
You were just about to go back to focusing on your job when a figure blocked you from doing so. Coincidentally, it also blocked Neymar’s view of you. Looking up, you realized that it was a person standing in front of you. Being familiar with the players of Marseille, you knew exactly who it was. It was Remy Cabella.
You found it odd that he was standing in front of you, especially with a smile on his face. They two of you had never met before so you didn’t know why he had approached you. Not wanting to be rude however, if you were than you risked getting fired, you smiled back at him.
“Can I help you with something?” It was the politest thing that you could think of saying.
Hearing you speak Remy’s smile just seemed to get bigger. “Actually, you can. I was wondering if you are busy tomorrow night? I noticed you a little while ago, and you’re very beautiful, so, I wanted to come over here and ask you to have dinner with me. I promise you, you won’t regret it.”
The more he spoke, it was getting harder and harder for you to keep that fake smile on your face. You didn’t know why he was in front of you but hearing that his intention was to ask you out, you could feel your patience slipping. Your headache was making everything so much worse. You weren’t in the best of moods already and so, Remy asking you out was really trying you.
With a sigh, you finally answered him, being careful to make sure you weren’t offending him. You couldn’t afford to lose your job. “I’m really sorry, I have a boyfriend, so I can’t. Thanks for the offer, though.”
You really hoped that he would walk away at that point. However, that didn’t seem to be the case. He was making you uncomfortable and now, more than ever, you wished that you were back at home with Neymar.
“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. You just didn’t look like you had one.”
His words confused you slightly. How does one ‘look’ like they are in a relationship? Is there some kind of a visible tell to inform the rest of the world that you’re in a relationship? With marriage, obviously, it’s the ring, but what about if you’re not married? His words didn’t make sense to you. Not answering, you simply fake smiled and nodded at him.
You really wished that he would leave you alone, but that didn’t seem to be happening. Even you standing there silently, not talking to him, didn’t seem to deter him. The noise level within the tunnel as well as the awkward situation made you desperate to leave, but you couldn’t.
Remy looked like he was about to speak again, but thankfully, this time someone cut him off. “Are you alright, babe?”
When you heard your boyfriend’s voice coming from your left, you couldn’t help but relax. A genuine smile came up on your face as you turned to face him.
“I’m fine. I’m good.”
Neymar looked like he didn’t believe you. His gaze went back and forth between Remy and you. You could tell exactly what was going on in his head. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten jealous over some guy talking to you and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He looked like he was about to say something to Remy, but you stopped him. You didn’t want matters to escalate any further. Your head hurt, and you had already told Remy that you had a boyfriend.
Grabbing Neymar’s arm, you stopped him from saying anything. Quickly excusing yourself from Remy, who had just stood there staring back and forth between you and Neymar finally understanding your relationship, you pulled him away. Pulling him away to a corner where you hoped you could get some privacy, you spoke to him.
“Don’t start anything with him Ney.”
Neymar scoffed at your words but didn’t say anything. He knew what you were referring to, his habit of getting jealous if a guy so much as looked at you, but he pretended to be ignorant. You couldn’t help but smile. Your boyfriend could be really cute when he got jealous. You would never tell Ney that straight to his face, though. It would hurt his ego. You chose instead, to try to look like you were scolding him.
“I already told him I was in a relationship.” Unable to keep up the scolding façade, you wrapped your arms around him and pecked him on the lips. “Besides, you know I love you more than anyone else in the world. You have nothing to worry about. I would never run off to be with someone else. Especially, a player from Marseille.”
Your words seemed to appease your boyfriend because you could feel him relax. He no longer looked like he wanted to argue with Remy for trying to ask you out. You were curious as to why he had come up to the both of you, anyway. It wasn’t like he knew that Remy tried to ask you out. He had been too far away in the tunnel to be able to hear your conversation with the Marseille player.
“How did you even know to show up when you did?”
Neymar looked around the tunnel for a while before he answered your question with a sigh. “I heard one of the other team’s player talking about how Remy was going to ask you out. That, and the fact that I couldn’t see you because he was blocking my view made me come over there. I didn’t like knowing that someone was asking you out when you already have a boyfriend, so I figured I’d set them straight.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Well, thank you for that. Even if I still think you have no reason to be jealous.”
Leaning up because Neymar was taller than you, you once more pecked him on the lips. You were about to pull away, when he wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you completely forgot that the rest of the world even existed. You forgot all about the fact that you had a headache. You forgot all about the fact that there were still many people in the tunnel who could see you guys. You just focused on the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips on yours.
When you finally remembered that you were supposed to be working, you pulled away from Neymar with a blush on your cheek. Looking around, you noticed that the two of you hadn’t attracted too much attention. You felt slightly relieved. When Neymar was about to lean down and claim your lips again, you stopped him by placing your index finger on his lips.
“You have a game that your supposed to be lining up for. Also, I must get back to work. If my boss sees me messing around with you, I’m going to get fired.”
Neymar pouted slightly, even if he would never admit to having done so when you finally pushed him in the direction of his teammates. You smiled as you watched him go. You would never admit it, but you were glad for your boyfriend’s jealousy. After all, it had led to a small stolen moment in the tunnel that you had thoroughly enjoyed.
A/N: This was requested on Wattpad. I hope you guys like it.
2 hours.
That was how long I waited for Neymar to show up to our 3 year anniversary dinner.
Deep down I knew he was a no show after an hour, but for some reason I kept hoping, praying that he would walk through those doors, flowers in hand, begging for my forgiveness.
But he never did.
And 2 hours later I found myself on the verge of tears as I stormed out of the restaurant and away from all of the pitiful looks I was receiving from the servers. Their sympathy was the last thing I needed.
But maybe Neymar had a good reason. Maybe Davi got sick and he had to rush him to the doctor. Maybe he got held up at training and it was a matter of keeping his job or loosing it. But as soon as I pulled into the driveway of our shared home and his car sat parked in the driveway, I knew he had no excuse.
He just forgot.
After a few deep breaths and many calm thoughts, I killed the engine of my car and slowly made my way to the front door. Unsurprisingly the door easily opened, as Neymar often forgot to lock the door behind him when he entered the house. Much like he forgot me today.
As I made my way through the quiet house I threw my bag to the ground, quickly followed by my coat and heels. I stepped over them slowly, in no mood to carefully place them by the side of the hallway. As I entered the living room I found Neymar sprawled across the couch, his eyes glued to his phone as I football match played on the tv.
And it that moment I could’ve slapped him. It took all of my willpower not to leap across the room and slap him so hard not even his mother could kiss it better. Once he noticed my presence in the room, he looked up from his phone giving me a cheeky smile.
“Hey babe,” he said happily, not setting his phone down. “You look nice. Late meeting at work?”
I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to comment on my outfit, which I had purchased only a few days ago, with the sole purpose of wearing tonight. I stood there, unresponsive, as he sat up on the couch and continued to smile at me.
“What’s up amor?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice. “You’re freaking me out a little bit.”
“2 hours.” I said under my breath, not moving a muscle.
A look of confusion spread over Neymar’s face. “What are you talking about?”
“I waited for 2 hours.” I repeated, the anger that had been building up inside of me preparing to spew out.
“Babe, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. What do you-” Neymar immediately stopped mid sentence as his eyes grew and a wave of understanding washed over him. “OH SHIT.”
He jumped from the couch and quickly scurried over to me but I refused to give in. I immediately turned from him and rushed into the kitchen with him at my tail.
“I am so sorry. I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. Amor! Please look at me! I’m so sorry!” He begged, his hands reaching for my waist to turn me around, but I was quick to push them off. “Amor please! I’m so sorry!”
“You should be!” I yelled, whipping around to face him as tears threatened to escape. “You fucked up Neymar! Big time! You left me waiting there, looking like an idiot for 2 hours! I waited, and waited, hoping that my boyfriend of 3 years would show up, but no! One night! That’s all I ask for! And you can’t even come through with that!”
Neymar stood there, unable to respond to my screams. I sighed, pushing past him and heading straight towards our room. When I reached the bedroom, I collapsed onto the bed just in time for the tears to come pouring out.
After what felt like an eternity of weeping, my tears dwindled down and I could hear the door cracking open. I could hear footsteps quietly making their way towards the bed, but I was too tired to fight him anymore. After a moment of silence, only my quiet sniffles to fill the room, the side of the bed dipped down and two warm hands begin to softly rub my back.
“I’m so sorry.” Neymar said quietly, continuing to massage my shoulders. “I’m such a terrible boyfriend.”
“You’re not a terrible boyfriend.” I told him, gently lifting my head from the pillow. “You’re just an idiot.”
My comment earned a light chuckle from Neymar, who carefully laid down next to me. His arms gently wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him as I laid my head in the crook of his neck.
“Is it too late to tell you this was my plan all along and your real present is waiting in the backyard?” He joked and I couldn’t help but let out a giggle.
“It is far too late for that.” I said, tracing the tattoos on his arm gently with my thumb.
“I’m gonna make this up to you, I promise.” He said kissing the top of my head.
I slowly lifted my chin and looked him in the eyes. The big brown orbs were filled with sadness, and I could tell he felt genuine regret for what he had done.
“It better be good. Because that was a very nice restaurant.”
Yay! I like this one :)
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Neymar da Silva Santos Junior is a flirt.
His suggestive personality was constantly up front - whether it was at an appropriate time or not.
Dinner with his parents was a prime example of when his suggestive personality needed to be hidden a little bit.
As soon as we arrived at his parents house I could tell something was up with him. Neymar’s hand was suggestively placed on my knee the entire ride and I had to keep his hands higher on my back then they were drawn to as we approached the entrance.
“You need to stop!” I harshly whispered as I yet again pushed his hand from by butt. “I’m not doing this in front -”
I was quickly cut off by the front door of Neymar’s childhood home swung open revealing an excited looking Mama Santos.
“Meus Amores!” She yelled excitedly as she pulled the two of us into a warm bear hug. “Well come in come in! Dinner’s almost ready!”
She turned to enter the house, motioning us to follow behind her. Neymar gently pushed me in front of his as he slyly slid his hand to my waist. As we entered the large home we were warmly greeted by his father and sister.
“How’s this loser been?” Rafa asked jokingly hugging me before playfully hitting her older brother.
“His normal Neymar self.” I said pinching him in the side causing him to giggle like a little girl.
“Come eat!” His mother called from kitchen and Neymar’s father quickly jumped from the couch grabbing Rafa and carrying her into the dining room to sit down for dinner. I laughed and made my way behind them dragging Neymar by the hand behind me.
“Have I told you that you look great in that dress before?” Neymar whispered seductively in my ear as I took a seat next to Rafaella.
“Ney, stop it. Your parents are right there.” I whispered harshly back to him as he took a seat next to me.
“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” He slyly smiled as I felt him plac his hand exactly where it had been on the car ride over.
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“Muito obrigada por todo.” I told Neymar’s mother for the 5th time that night as I kissed her goodbye.
“Anything for you all.” She smiled pulling me into a warm, motherly hug. “And you!” She said turning to Neymar who turned white in fear, as if he was being accused of something he had no remembrance of. “Drive carefully. You and your father are so alike when you get behind the wheel. Scares me to death.”
Neymar immediately let out a sigh of relief. “Of course mamae. Especially when I have precious cargo with me.” He said cheekily winking at me as he pulled him mom into a hug.
“Nadine, let the kids go home. They’ve probably had enough of us.” His father joked patting Neymar on the back and kissing me on the forehead before saying their final goodbyes for the night.
“That was fun.” I said climbing into the passenger side of the car. “I was glad to see Rafa ag-”
My words were immediately cut off my Neymar’s lips as he hungrily pulled me into him. After getting over the initial shock of the kiss, I melted into him as the moment got even more heated.
“That was. Wow.” I said after finally breaking the kiss. “Although I can’t say it was entirely unexpected after how you’ve been acting all night.”
“Well I’m sorry that I have needs.” He joked as he turned to the front of the car and began reversing the car out of the drive way.
“But with your parents? It really couldn’t wait?” I laughed clicking my seatbelt into its buckle.
“What can I say, when I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world next to me - how am I supposed to keep my hands off of her?”
His sweet words made me blush and I reached my hand and entwined my fingers in his.
“Put your seatbelt on Mr.Macho.”
Hope you all like it! Reminder that requests are currently open for any footballers (I’ve got like a million Neymar ones in the works right now) so send them in! Thanks for reading!
Anonymous said: Hiii ! Can i get an imagine where you are secretly ney's gf and the fans keep seeing Y/N & ney together (now showing PDA) and they suspect that Y/N and him are a couple but they don't announce anything to the public and one time y/n is at camp nou for a barca game&he quickly kisses her and a fan takes a picture and it goes viral and they finally admit to being a couple? sorry if it's long!! i really want this one haha, you can make it long if you want.. thanks babe xx
“Is it just arumour, or a true thing between Blaugrana’s star forward, Neymar, and Y/N seen at the premises of Y/N’s flat together for the past few weeks, is there something cheesy about these two? That we will find out when after a short break.” The radio host said, as I was driving Neymar to his training.
He blurted into a chuckle and said. “Ahhh! Rumours everywhere we go. Can’t they just leave us alone baby?” He say, and moved closer to the buttons of my built in stereo at my car, and changed the channel and smiled as he heard McGuime’s song, and it was about to end, but he still sang his heart out.
“That’s McGuime’s Pais do Futebol! And we’re back on our daily A-Entertainment, so a lot of people wondering, about what is really the real story about Y/N, and Barca’s star forward, Neymar. As they were really seen being passionate on a restaurant they’ve had dinner last week, are they officially dating?” The radio host said, as I hoffed, and immediately giggled, as I was swerving on a parking space.
I looked at him, as I turned off the radio, and held his hand. “Hey, you know, maybe not everything could be kept as a secret, baby.” I said, as I lightly squeezed his hand, and flashed a smile at him to let him chill, because I know that he really wants to keep things private now, especially when it comes to his relationships. “We’ll talk about it after your training, okay?” I say, and he smiled at me.
“Okay.” He smiled, and opened the door, as I popped out the trunk for him to get his things. “Hey, I might leave the Camp early, you can wait for me inside, if you want to? Just a little bit of inspiration for me to train.” He say, as he rested his arm on my shoulders, and kissed my temple.
I pulled him closer by his waist. “Okay, honey bee. I’ll wait for you.”I say, and smiled as we walked towards the waiting area, and I sat there, as I entered the posted password on one of their walls, and Neymar’s waved a goodbye and blew a flying kiss. “I love you!” I mouthed, and blew a flying kiss as well.
It’s really hard pulling something like this, being in a secret relationship, we both want ours to be private, but Neymar being famous, he can’t hide everything, he can’t keep any secrets for him to cherish. But the media is pushing him to say something, and I really don’t want him feeling so pressured about things like this. “Tough day..” Anto said, and I looked at her, walking towards me, as she was carrying Thiago.
“Yeah, really tough. Rumours, and everything, it’s affecting him.” I say, and held looked at Thiago trying to finish the milk on his bottle.
“Yeah, I saw. But you know, sometimes we really have to let ourselves be an open book, and eventually they will stop browsing it, just let it be, just let the situation flow into their minds, and they will soon realize that they’re just wasting their time bugging on someone else’s lives, Y/N.” She said, as she gently tapped my shoulders.
I smiled at her. “Thank you, Anto. I really needed some of that these times.” I say, and we’ve talked about other things, her advices, her experiences, and some funny moments to remember being a footballer’s other half. And I can tell it’s much harder for her as she’s tied knots with Lionel already, whilst me and Ney are still starting, but everything is about transition.
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I waited for an hour and a half, and saw Neymar walking towards where me and Anto are in, and he was all dressed up and ready to go. “Looks like lover boy has an early dismissal.” Anto said, and giggled.
“Well hello there, ladies.” Neymar said, as he entered the waiting area, as he was straightening his white shirt, he walked towards me and handed his hand to me and helped stand up, and we immediately waved our goodbyes to Thiago and Anto, and immediately went to the parking area.
“So, how’s training?” I say, as we were holding hands, and we were swaying it while we were walking towards my car.
“It’s tiring, but it was fun, you know typical training day, only some distractions.” He say, and let out a chuckle, and kissed the back of my hand. “I love you.” He say.
I felt my cheeks warm up, and the butterflies in my stomach flies non-stop. “Wow, I love you too, Mister. Yeah, I don’t want you to be distracted just because of rumours. I know you did well, by the way. Oh, and don’t forget, tomorrow’s the most important game.” I say, and smiled at him, as he drove the car.
“So..?” I said, as I saw Neymar focusing on the long road going to his house.
“What, baby?” I say, and looked at him.
“What if we make it public already, stop all secrets, just um, be care free, no secrets and stuff like that. I realized while I was training.” Neymar seriously say. “Plus, I really want to show my girl off, let them see how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am?” He added.
I inhaled so deep, as I can’t sync in what he just said, I’m really surprised, and I realized how lucky I am for me to date Neymar, not because he’s rich or famous but because he’s so genuine. “Mm. Yeah, it’s really a good idea, but are you sure about that?” I say, as we’ve reached the last block towards Neymar’s house.
“Hundred percent sure, baby. But if you don’t like it, we still can deny rumours about it?” He said, as he parked my car on the street next to his house.
“Aww. I would love to tell people that I’m the luckiest girl ever alive.” I giggled, and stole a kiss from his cheeks, as I run out of my car, and he immediately run to catch me inside his porch.
“Ooh, my baby playing stolen kisses.” He say, and chased me up to his room, as he gently tackled me on his bouncy bed, and tickled me with his beared.
“You bearded monster!” I screamed, and scratched his back for me to let him stop. “I love you, baby.” He say, and kissed me by my neck, and whispered something in Portuguese which I didn’t understand, as I’m still learning.
“I love you too, honey bee.” I say, and giggle. “Always remember no matter happens, I still love you, and don’t be nervous about tomorrow’s game, okay? I’ll be betting on you.” I say, and traced his lips.
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Today is the day Neymar’s most important game will be happening. I’m kind of nervous, as I don’t want anything bad happen to him when his inside the field, I just want him to run a smooth game with the team, as well as the other team. “Hey, you seem so nervous.” Neymar say, as he placed his team bag on his shoulders, and kissed my hand.
“What? Am I?” I say, as I bit my lips, and we were approaching the tunnel to where media are in, and taking photos of the players before they enter the dressing room, and prepare for the game. “Maybe you are.” I say, and jokingly tapped his shoulders for him to relax.
“Yeah, I’m nervous.” He say, as he slowly faced me, and dropped his bags on the floor, I can hear the camera flashes inside and outside the tunnel, and he brushed hair tucking it to my ears, as he gently placed his hand, cupping my cheek, and slowly kissed my lips.. Passionately.
I was stunned, as I didn’t expect that this was his way of letting our relationship confirm the rumours, I was really shocked, but I just smiled while he planted a kiss on my lips, and I immediately placed my hand on the back of his neck, and kissed his lips.
“There.. I’m not nervous anymore, a good luck kiss.” He say, and smiled sweetly at me.
“Mm, cheeky.” I say, as I hugged him. “That was your way in confirming the rumours, I love it.” I say, and waved a goodbye to him, as we were near the restricted area, which was only for players, I mouthed an ‘I love you’ before he can finally enter, and the security group immediately guided me to a stairs going to the VIP area.
I guess, it’s obvious for the fans, the media, and other people curious, that we’re dating, and I really feel so relieved that we’ve finally say it to the public, and we’re no longer keeping our relationship a secret.
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*I altered some of the scenes, but I hope you all still will like it.
Anonymous said: imagine: you are a famous dancer and you danced with all the world-stars. One day you were booked for the shakira video "dare", to dance in it and so you met neymar. You two fell in love with each other but you have a very hard time cause all of the negativity and the press. So no one wants to give you a job cause of your relationship with neymar.. Maybe you can continue writing the story
“I’m sorry, but there’s a lot of companies out there that is looking for the same passion as you.”
“Well, we’ve reconsidered everything on your book, but our studio is really full of dancers, and we’re not really hiring as of the moment.”
“Okay, so you’ve danced on Shakira’s ‘Dare’ music video, I’m sure it was a great opportunity, but why would you still work, you have Neymar working for you already. Honestly we’re not accepting dancers as of the moment, I’m sure a lot of companies there are looking for someone like you.”
“I’m very sorry Y/N, you’re really good, but there’s just something missing in you.”
And a lot more rejection, and a lot more reasons, and a lot more companies. I’ve been dealing with these rejections since I started dating Neymar, I don’t know what exactly their reason is for not booking me on shows I know I’m capable to do, but I just don’t know why they don’t like me, or why they don’t what me to perform for them.
I sighed as I flopped inside my car due to stress I’ve been dealing. “I can do this.” I whispered to myself, and I started the engine of the car, I didn’t do anything for them to treat me badly, or for me to not book shows.
My phone rang. “Hello, baby, how was it?” Neymar said on the other end of the line, I sighed because I’m really tired being treated by people like this, but I don’t want him to worry about me.
“Hi love, um, same old, same old.” I said, and shrugged my shoulders trying to hold back the tears.
I heard him sigh, and cleared his throat. “Hey, everything will be fine, want to have lunch with me, I can skip the afternoon trainings.” He said.
“Um, if it’s okay with you? I really need a shoulder right now, I feel so down, Neymar.” I replied, as I pushed the gas pedal of the car for me to leave the parking space.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Same resto, okay? See you, keep safe.” He said, and he ended the call. I drove by heading to the restaurant as it was just 5 blocks away from where I am, I can’t really hide the sadness in me, I don’t know what to feel about dancing anymore.
I parked my car just in front of our favourite restaurant, it’s the restaurant we first dated, it’s the first restaurant we celebrated almost everything in our life. I went out the car, and a media reporter run towards me with a microphone on her hand. “Y/N! Y/N!” She shouted.
I gazed towards her and pursed my lips, I stopped even though I know what they will ask me. “If I’ve booked any shows yet for the past months.” It became normal to me, at first I was so down that I’ll just stay at my own flat and just watch my old routines since I was a child, it makes me happy.
“Hey Y/N. There’s rumours being spread that you are planning to break up with Neymar just because you can’t book any shows anymore?” The reporter said as she was waiting for my answer.
I smiled at her and said. “I don’t know about those rumours, but definitely I’m not breaking up with him, he’s my strength at this tough moment of my life.” I said, as I nodded and waved good bye and walked towards the restaurant, and saw Neymar raised his hands to get my attention. “Hi.” I mouthed while I was walking towards him.
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I sat on the reserved sit for me, and placed my purse on the floor. “Hi.” I say as his eyes were locked into me which made me smile. I gazed on the windows and saw cameras flashing in our way, which made me sigh.
“So, how are you love?” Neymar asked, as he was holding my hands and tracing circles on my hands by his thumb. I looked at him, and weakly smiled, I want to tell him that I’m not really okay, I’ve been trying to be strong because I know everything happens for a reason. “Tell me the truth.” He said.
I sighed. “I mean, I’m okay, maybe? I don’t know, Ney.” I said, as I tried my best to hold back my tears but I can’t hold onto to it anymore. “I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, I’ve been good at them, but they treat me like I’m a shit just because we’re dating.” I said, as I silently sobbed.
“Hey baby, hey. Remember what I told you when we first met at the back of the stage after your shoot at Shak’s ‘Dare’ video?” He said, as he dragged his chair and beside me and sat on it. “Can you still remember, can you tell me what is it?” He asked, as he was gently stroking my back.
I nodded. “That you will be always here when I’m in trouble, that you will never leave me no matter what happens, that you will do everything to protect me.” I said, as I wiped my cheeks with my hands.
“Exactly! Come here, don’t be sad. I will never leave you because you’re special to me. And loving you is the best thing that has ever happened to me, okay?” He say, and kissed my temples, as he pulled me in close for a hug.. “I will always be here to protect you, Y/N. No matter what happens, you’re the bestest dancer for me, I don’t care if they don’t book you for shows, be strong everything’s going to be alright.” He says, and smiled at me.
