Football Smuts

Neymar - Teaser

 "Por que você age assim?" [Why do you act like this] Neymar asks. "Like what?" Y/n responds with a brow raised. "Você sabe o que." [You know what] Neymar says, crossing his arms. "Well, apparently I dont," Y/n says with a scoff. "Fine, I'll tell you myself," Neymar says before clearing his throat. "Every time you dont get your way, you act like it's always my fault," Neymar says, walking closer to Y/n. "Well, maybe it is," Y/n says, an annoyed expression on her face.

"Oh really?" Neymar asks, his arms returning to his sides. "Mhm," Y/n responds, examining her nails, trying to avoid looking at him. "Olhe para mim." [Look at me] Neymar says in a barely audible tone, but Y/n, her stubborn self, ignores him. Neymar lets an annoyed growl escape his throat as he grabs her chin, turning her head to look at him. "If you are going to be such a brat, I think we're going to need a break," Neymar says in a threatening tone. "I already think we need a break," Y/n says, giving him a sharp glare. Neymars hand drops from her chin. "Multar." [Fine] Neymar says before turning away and walking out of the living room. He makes his way over to their shared bedroom and slams the door once he enters. Y/n lets out a huff before heading into their shared bedroom as well.

She scouted the area for Neymar but saw nothing; she then assumed he was in the bathroom. She headed over to their closet and quietly opened it. She took almost all his hoodies, most of his shorts and a couple of his long-sleeved shirts. She then bent down, hugging the bundle of clothes in her arms to her chest. She then grabbed some sleepwear out of a built-in cubby. She stood once more when she heard a doorknob turn. She left the room just in time and ran to the guest bedroom, her feet padding against the floor with every step.

Neymar let out an annoyed groan when he peered into the closet to see half of the clothes he owned gone. "Simplesmente ótimo." [Just great] Neymar mumbled before grabbing a pair of shorts and boxers. He went into the bathroom and placed his clothes on the counter. He looked in the mirror before looking down and shaking his head. "Pelo menos eu tenho o quarto." [At least I get the bedroom]

Meanwhile, Y/n was admiring her body in her new lingerie set. She smiled at her reflection, but it soon faded when she heard a knock. "Y/n?" Neymar mumbled. Y/n let out a sigh before heading over to the door. "What, Ney?" She asked as she opened the door. Neymar went to speak but couldn't find the words when he saw her perfect tan body in a lacy light blue bra and matching panties.

Neymar's pants tightened, and he mentally cursed at himself. Y/n couldn't help but be turned on as well; her mouth practically watered at the sight of her boyfriend in loose shorts hanging right below his hip bone. His brunette hair was wet, and his chest was exposed along with his abs.

Y/n cleared her throat. "What do you need?" She asked. "Oh, can I have my green and black sweatshirt back, please?" Neymar said, shifting his weight, trying to hide the still noticeable bulge poking through his shorts. "Fine," Y/n mumbled before walking over to the pile of clothes and pulling the exact sweatshirt out. She then walked back over to Neymar and handed him the sweatshirt. "There," Y/n said with a huff. "Obrigado." [Thank you] Neymar said before quickly turning around and walking back into the main bedroom they shared before the fight.

Y/n shut the door, trying to ignore the minor sensation between her legs. Neymar, however, had no issue dealing with it. He threw the sweatshirt on the floor and stripped out of his shorts and boxers. He climbed onto the bed and laid down on his back. He brought his hand up to his cock and wrapped it around it. He let out a small groan as he laid his head back and closed his eyes as he began to pump his cock slowly. He imagined that it was Y/N's hand wrapped around his cock, pumping his cock softly. He imagined her whispering dirty things in his ear like she always did. He imagined her other hand running down his chest and softly grazing over every one of his abs.

He started pumping harder, groaning as he bucked into his hand, still imagining it was Y/ns. He groaned loudly as he pushed himself over the edge. Cum dripped over his hand as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath. Once he got the energy, he finally climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom. He slowly cleaned himself off and washed his hands. He returned to the bedroom and slipped on his boxers and shorts again. He then picked up the sweatshirt and slipped it on.

Y/n paced back and forth. She was supposed to be mad at him, not turned on by him. And the more she thought about it. The more she was turned on. "Damnit, Y/n, you're supposed to be mad at him!" She mumbled angrily to herself. She took a deep breath and halted before moving her hand down and touching her cunt, moaning softly. "Fuck it." She mumbled, realizing how much she needed to feel him.

She quickly made her way through the hallway and barged into the room. Neymar jumped and sat up. "Whats-" But before he could ask, Y/n was on top of him, straddling his lap. Neymar's breath hitched as he felt his pants tighten again. "Y/n..." He started but silenced himself by smashing his lips against hers. She instantly responded and kissed him roughly, tangling her fingers in his hair and occasionally moaning against his mouth.

She ground against his bulge, making him groan. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and fought against him for dominance. Neymar pushed her down. "Você é tão lindo." [You are so beautiful] Neymar managed to get out between kisses. "Você é gostosa." [You're hot] Y/n mumbles making Neymar chuckle a bit. Neymar pulled away and dipped down into the crook of Y/N's neck. He placed soft kisses on her shoulder and right below her ear. He pulled away a bit and whispered soothing words into her ear. "Why dont you remove that lacy bra of yours." He sat up along with Y/n. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and onto the bed; Neymar grabbed the bra and tossed it to the floor before cupping her breasts, making Y/n arch her back.

"Shit, baby." She moaned out. "Eu sei." [I know] Neymar said with a smirk. "Be a good girl for me and take what I give you, ok?" Neymar asked, a smirk still on his face, only it was a bit smaller. Y/n nods, her cunt aching. "J-Just hurry, please. I-It hurts s-so bad." Y/n managed to get out. "Dont worry, baby, I'll take care of you," Neymar said before getting up and pulling the sweatshirt off, followed by his shorts and then boxers. He climbed back onto the bed and slowly pushed her panties to the side. Y/n shifted at the sudden cold sensation rushing over her cunt.

Neymar looked at her with a broad smile before pushing two fingers deep into her. "F-Fuck!" She said, instantly bucking into his hand and letting out a moan. Sadly for her, Neymar held her hips down with his free hand. "Não seja ganancioso, my love." [Dont is greedy, my love.] Neymar said, concentrating on thrusting his fingers deep inside of her. Y/n constantly moaned, trying to buck up into his hand again. Neymar pulled his fingers out, and Y/n whined. "Sorry, the love, I warned you," Neymar said, smirking, but that smirk turned into a flustered smile as Y/n had switched positions and was not on top of him.

"Wrong move, baby." She whispered.