I take my jeans off rápida and sit on the toilet seat. I slide my panties down my thighs and they are soaking wet. I get my phone out and find the photo he sent me. I need him. I put my phone down on my thigh, dreaming about what he would do if he was here right now. Suddenly i jolt forwards feeling the vibration of my phone so close to my kitty. And to my surprise it was as if the Gods answered my prayers.
neymarjr where r u?
me why
neymarjr i wanna see u where are you
me in the WOMENS room
neymarjr are there any other people in the stalls?
me no why... dont tell me...
I hear the door open last second.
me SOMEONE JUST CAME IN DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT
"Let me in y/n" I hear from outside my stall. That voice that could make a woman wet in seconds
oh fuck...
I pull up my panties and my jeans then I proceed to open the stall. I open the door leaving it ajar. I look out and see him standing there. He steps inside then locks it back up, looking me up and down as I take a seat back on the rim.
"What were you doing?"
"What? I was doing what you usually do in a toilet."
"What, masturbating?"
"I-! w-what are you saying!? What are you even doing in here!?"
He bends over towards my face and grabs my chin.
"Hey, kiss me. On the lips this time." He says bringing our noses together. I get lost in his eyes again. He just stands there and stares, waiting for me to make the first move.
"N-no Neymar stop..."
"What are you so afraid of? Your cousin?" He says turn his head a little.
"N-no i just...i just don't want to do this."
"I know you want this y/n. I won't force anything on you but I can see it in your eyes. The way you suck on your lip when you look at me. The way you avoid my eye contact." He just stands there and stares, waiting for me to make the first move. I bring my hand up to his face and move in feeling that soft feeling again on my lips. It starts slow then gets more and more passionate ask he holds the back of my neck. I suck his bottom lip as we pull away from each other.
"Take them off," he whisper out of breathe, tapping on my pants.
My jeans come of once again down to my ankles. We can't pull away from each other's lips being addicted to each other's taste and scent. Neymar goes in for part two of our kiss quite literally sucking my tongue out of my mouth. My hand moves down as I can't help but massage my aching clit in circles. It was aching for him. He kisses my jawline trailing down to a sensitive spot on my neck.
"ney-mar p-please~" I beg breathing through my teeth.
He grabs hold of my wrist not letting me please myself.
"Stop," he whispers calmly. "You don't get to please yourself."
He pulls me up and he takes a seat instead. He slouches back a little readjusting his hips forwards dominantly then pats his lap. I kick my jeans off my feet and sit on his lap feeling his warm breathe on the front of my neck. His hands slide down my ribs as he admires my body down to my ass then along my thighs.
"Your body is amazing."
I turn my head away feeling shy then Neymar starts rocking my hips forwards and back. Grinding on his package. He lifts me up a little as he zips his jeans down and slides them a small bit off his legs. Just enough so the only thing keeping us apart was the thin material of our underwear. He puts me down and continues rocking. My back arches as I move my head back. Neymar keeps his eyes on me watching me as my feelings get in a tangle. My soaking panties create markings on his briefs but soon they weren't just mine. Neymars pre-cum had already came out.
"Ahh i don't think...I can keep...going Ney..." i say struggling to think.
I feel his tip perfectly in between my two lips twitch occasionally making me think he's close as well. He sits up and starts to make love to my cleavage area, wrapping his arms as close and tight to my body as possible. My stomach was pressed completely against his.
"Fuck...y/n" he whispers sliding his right hand to the back of my neck. We both speed up in unison as we both reach our limits. He sucks my apple on my neck then stops suddenly, embracing me in his arms even tighter now, feeling a warm liquid between us. We both sit there in the silent toilets breathing heavy together. He looks up at me and holds eye contact until he start bursting out laughing.
"Shhh Neymar this isn't funny!" I whisper loudly hitting his shoulder as he leans his head on mine. "We need to go now!"
"Y/n relax...you got to admit that was fun, right?" He say restricting his laugh.
I sit there for a second before a smile appears on my face. That smile soon turns into a giggle then a whole laugh. We both laugh for a couple minute.
Time skip
Neymar and I made it out of the door holding hands. But as soon as we walked into the open mall he released my hand. For a second I forgot he was famous. He walked ahead of me a little leading the way. We go straight into JD and start searching around for them.
I see Paquetá sitting on one of the chairs, eyebrows turned in, on his phone while the rest of them look for shoes or are trying some on. He looked... PISSED. The minute I hit his peripheral vision his head turns to face us.
Ohh shit...
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