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luara leaned back from the mirror, two warm fluffy white towels wrapped around her body. one on her head, and one on her torso, covering herself.
picking her phone up from the counter, she scrolled through the notifications she had, finding some texts from kaila. mostly about neymar posting something on his story and he was in her room and her not knowing about it. she typed out quick responses.
luara locked her phone as she walked out of the bathroom, setting her phone down on her nightstand, and seeing neymar laying comfortably on her bed, his phone in his hand.
he glanced over at her, "took your time."
she ignored him, walking over to her wardrobe, and digging in it to find something to wear to sleep in. she ended up picking out some shorts and a shirt that was a little too big for her.
standing at the end of her bed with her clothes set out, she let her towel drop to her ankles, and she kicked it away from her.
neymar let out a low whistle, and luara's eyes flicked to his. he'd moved his phone so he could look at her, and he was sat, shirtless, with just a pair of grey joggers on. oh, he looked good.
"come over here," he patted his thigh, gesturing for her to go sit.
she scoffed, grabbing her white lacy panties and stepping into them, pulling them up her plump thighs.
"no, no," neymar sat up this time, scrunching his face up into a grimace as he watched her pull her underwear on, "didn't have to do that."
she chuckled softly at him, and pulled on the beige shorts she'd picked out, moving her legs a little to get used to them, "when do you go back to paris, ney?"
he stood up from the bed and rounded it so he could move in front of her, just to sit on the end of it, "next week, but don't remind me." his hands roamed up the back of her thighs, under her shorts, and squeezed her fleshy ass.
"neymar," she giggled quietly, grabbing both his wrists and pulling them back down, out of her shorts, "you have to go see your family. you should really leave."
he looked at her blankly, and let his fingers massage into the skin on her thighs, "i know, but i don't want to yet."
she grabbed the shirt she was gonna wear from next to him, but he gently loosened it from her hold, throwing it somewhere on her bedroom floor.
she sighed, tilting her head at him, "no, neymar. go get dressed and go home."
he looked back at her, a fake confused expression on his face, "is this not my home?"
"no, i bought it." she pursed her lips at him.
"this is my home too."
she shook her head, "what, and your house is my house?"
"of course it is."
she didn't respond but only squinted her eyes at him, folding her arms across her chest. all he did was look back at her blankly, but somehow with one of his infamous alluring gazes, where she couldn't look away if she wanted to. he was persuading her with no words coming from his mouth.
"you're evil." she leaned closer to him, pressing a short kiss to his lips, before walking toward where he threw her shirt. she picked it up and pulled it over her head, concealing her chest.
he leaned back on his hands, watching her walk toward a certain section of her wardrobe, picking out the clothes he'd come in. she copied his actions from earlier, and tossed them his way, "get dressed, go home."
"no, don't be like that, meu amor." he grimaced at the sight of his clothes, looking back at her pleadingly.
she shrugged walking over to stand in front of him. he licked his lips and patted his thigh again, "sit, come on."
she shook her head, leaning down and resting her hands on his thighs as she lowered herself down to her knees. neymar immediately felt himself swell in his joggers, more than he did previously, and smirked down at her.
"will you leave if i do this for you?"
"anything for you."
she smiled sheepishly at him, shrugging her shoulders, and shuffled closer between his legs, "okay, baby."
she pulled his joggers down, allowing him to spring free. he bobbed in front of her face, hard and throbbing with need for her. she held onto him with one of her hands, rubbing over him briefly whilst she spat down on him, giving him that extra bit of lubrication.
she looked up at him as she circled her thumb over his tip, watching his brows knit together in concentration as his eyes flicked from her hand to her eyes.
she carefully took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip of him for a moment, before slowly lowering herself over him, resting her arms on his thighs.
he hummed in satisfaction, eyes already rolling to the back of his head. he let his head fall back as she skillfully suckled over him, making sure he felt everything she was doing. he picked his head up for a moment so he could watch her, running his hands into her natural curls and pushing her further down on him.
when he hit the back of her throat, her eyes watered, but she didn't let that get to her, and hollowed her cheeks out slightly as he bobbed her head up and down on him for her. he groaned and let out a strangled grunt, tightening his fist in her hair.
"lua you're so, so good to me," he let his head fall back again, and lost control of his eyes when they rolled to the back of his head, his climax approaching, "i don't deserve you."
she chuckled a little at him, the vibrations of her voice only egging on his climax. he shuddered at the feeling, and pulled his hand from her hair, grabbing at her duvet. he hissed, picking his head up, trying his best to keep his eyes on her as he came into her mouth, despite the uncontrollable rolling of his eyes making him unable to see anything clearly.
she swallowed what he gave her, and pulled back from him with a wet pop, looking back up at him, proud of herself with the disheveled way he looked.
finally regaining control of his eyes, he lazily opened them, setting them on her. her hair was messy with tiny baby hairs sticking out everywhere, her eyes gazing up at his, and her lips a deep scarlet colour, glossy with her spit.
he tucked himself back into his joggers and used his thumb to wipe at the corners of her lips, "so sexy, hm?"
she rolled her eyes playfully at him, standing from her position, licking her lips clean. his fingers interwined with hers as he fell back on her bed, eyes gently falling shut.
"neymar, don't, you said." she leaned forward, watching him on the verge of falling asleep. he grinned lazily, blowing her a kiss.
