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her moans echoed throughout the bedroom as he pounded into her against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
their clothes had already been ripped off each other before they reached the bed, so neymar had ended up pressing her against the wall and taking her there instead. obviously, neither of them complained. sex was always good between them, no matter the location.
"you make me feel so good, lua." he moved his hands around her and squeezed the squishy flesh of her ass, looking down at where he was thrusting into her, admiring the way she took him perfectly.
her eyes rolled to the back of her head at his words, feeling her climax creeping up on her, "oh, don't say that,"
he lifted his head to watch her expression, and laughed breathily, proud of himself. his grin was quickly wiped off his face though when he felt his own approaching and dropped his head to rest his forehead on her shoulder. he closed his eyes as he continued his harsh rhythm, kissing over her collarbone and using one hand to massage over her breasts.
"ungh," she gasped, but was cut off by her own desperate moan, the burst of her climax coursing through her, "i'm– oh, shit, neymar."
upon hearing her angelic sounds, and feeling the warm gush coming from her, he groaned into her neck, biting it as he finished inside of her, but kissing over it breathily. he lifted his head to kiss her, slowing his thrusts, but let each of them catch their breaths first, the hot air from both of them mixing.
his thrusts eventually slowed to a stop, and he kissed over her plump and kiss-stained lips, as well as her cheeks, nose, and forehead. he spoke quietly, "you okay, meu amor?"
she breathed heavily, eyes still shut, exhausted from her climax, her body sweaty, stray hairs sticking to her forehead. she hummed, nodding her head slightly, loosening her grip from him, even though his stayed tight on her.
he nodded in response, looking over her features and wiping the hair from her forehead, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip, "tão linda, hm?"
she smiled, eyes still closed, and hummed softly, still in a post-climax daze. finally, she opened her eyes slowly, taking a deep breath. he watched her with an amused smile. if there was one thing he loved more than having sex with her, it'd be her afterwards. as much as he always loved and enjoyed taking her, nothing beat the end result. she was always so peaceful and tired, just happy to be there. even if they were arguing, in public, or at home, she'd always react the same, and he loved every moment of it.
she furrowed her brows and squinted, taking another deep inhale as she came to her senses, and pulled herself out of his grip. he set her back down gently, wrapping his arm securely around her waist when she stumbled a bit.
"i'm–" she sighed, moving his hands off her and moving around him, walking toward his on-suite bathroom, "i'm getting a shower."
"wait for me, then. you have no patience." he laughed, walking behind her, but she sped up, going to close the door behind her.
"nuh-uh, not again. i have to be awake tomorrow." she stood in the crack of the door, and he halted in his tracks, scrunching his face up at her in confusion.
"why?"
"i'm going back to brazil tomorrow, baby." she smiled proudly at him, and he returned it with an annoyed expression.
"you came here for one day to see me play for our country and to fuck?" he reached over and got a small blanket from his bed, wrapping it around his waist, "puta."
"yes, but to fuck? no, that was all you. i didn't come here for that."
"but you wanted it?"
she shrugged, humming, "how could i say no?" she went to close the door, but opened it a bit again, "you gonna miss me?"
he looked at her as if she was stupid, "of course i am. you haven't even been here two minutes, lua. i thought i was gonna spend the rest of my time here with you."
she cringed, "you're not even my boyfriend anymore, neymar."
she shut the door, but he was quick to open it again, letting himself inside. she looked over at him as she started the shower, getting in it.
"not your boyfriend, huh?" he raised his brows, shutting the door behind him and walking toward her, "is that what you said?"
she giggled as he dropped the blanket from his waist and joined her in the shower, reaching down to grab at her sides, "neymar, stop it."
she pulled his hands off her, giggling as she spoke, "you're not my boyfriend."
"hm, but i love you." an amused grin took over his features, and, despite her protesting in a fit of laughter, he grabbed at her squishy flesh.
"i love you." she tried her best to pry his hands off her, but every time he gripped onto her, she erupted into laughter, finding it ticklish.
"you don't love me." he successfully gripped onto her waist without her stopping him, and pulled her flush to his chest, the water from the shower running down between them.
her laughter died out, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up at him, "i do love you, but you don't love me 'cause you're not my boyfriend."
"i love you," he used one of his hands to cup her jaw, lowering down to place a wet kiss to her rosy lips, "but i'm not your boyfriend."
"you're not my boyfriend." she pulled herself up to her tippy-toes, grinding her lips harder onto his.
"hm," he shook his head slightly, using his thumb to pull her jaw open wider for him so he could flick his tongue against hers, "not your boyfriend."
