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when neymar said he was going to fuck his other bitches, he wasn't lying.
luara had dragged kaila along to watch neymar train, and she noticed that the girl from his birthday had also dragged a few of her friends along with her, and sat right beside luara.
luara had one leg over the other, her arms folded in her lap as she kept her eyes trained on him on the pitch, kaila sat on the other side of her. she didn't plan on coming – it was more of a spontaneous decision, and kaila just happened to be with her when she made it.
the girl here for neymar was giggling with her friends, pointing at the particular player, and leaning forward in their seats when he got close to them. she already irritated luara, and she tried her best not to glare at her through a side-eye, but when she gave in for a moment, the girl had turned to her.
"who are you here for?"
she looked at her blankly for a moment, before turning back to the pitch, "neymar."
the woman's expression faltered, and she turned in her seat to look at luara, "are you a fan of his?"
"no."
"do you know him?" she questioned, "i'm his girlfriend, bruna."
kaila seemed to have heard the word 'girlfriend' drip from her lips when she leant forward to hear it more clearly.
luara quirked a brow, "you're not his girlfriend."
"if you knew him you'd know." she smiled at luara, never taking her eyes off her, whereas luara refused to even acknowledge her presence.
"i know him well enough to know he doesn't like you in a way to be his girlfriend." luara scoffed, and kaila snorted from beside her, leaning back in her seat, and pulling her phone closer to her face.
bruna frowned, "well who else would he like besides his girlfriend? who else would he love?"
luara finally turned her head a little to look at her as if she was serious, spotting her friends beside her, their faces scrunched up at her.
"he loves me, megera."
bruna erupted into a laugh, turning away from her, "okay, sure. keep wishing."
luara spotted neymar approaching the small group of women, his eyes on his favourite one out of all of them.
"ask him for yourself, huh?"
neymar was sweaty from his training as he leaned on the bannister in front of them, fulling his brows together if confusion, "ask me what?"
"i know it's stupid," bruna leaned closer to him, speaking quietly, but loud enough for luara to hear, "this girl says you love her and not me."
he didn't react, but only breathed heavily, "i do love her, why?"
luara stuck her tongue to the inside of her cheek at bruna's reaction. she slowly leaned back in her seat, face drooping as she glanced luara's way.
"think before you fucking speak, huh? all over my man like the plague." luara scoffed, looking back to neymar, who's face broke out into a grin.
her man. of course, he was, when did he stop? even though they weren't really together, she'd still be his and he'd still be hers, but the words coming from her lips made it a reality for him.
"you're a fucking asshole, neymar, you know that?" bruna stood from her seat, her friends following like sheep.
luara pulled her head back in shock. she wasn't lying, obviously he was an asshole, but no one but her got to call him that.
"watch your shit-talking mouth, puta."
bruna glared at luara before she stormed off with her friends.
neymar's tongue licked over his bottom lip as he gazed at luara, feeling incredibly turned on by the way she just spoke about him. she'd never done that in front of him before, and her not-so-subtle jealousy made him want to fuck her into oblivion, reassuring her that he only wanted her.
"why was she here?" luara leaned forward in her seat, eye-level with him now.
"i've told you already, lua. i have other bitches."
she scoffed, nodding her head, "am i just one of your bitches then?"
"you know you're not." he grinned playfully, hand reaching up to grab onto her chin, tilting her head a little, hovering his lips over hers, "you're my girl."
she smiled against his lips as kissed her passionately, lips moving feverishly against hers. he pulled his lips from her for a moment, "i love you too much for you to be one of my bitches."
"aw," luara cooed, "am i different?"
he tutted at her, rubbing his thumb over her lip, "do you love me?"
she cupped his jaw with her hand, giggling softly, "i love you."
she pressed her lips to his again, and he hummed in satisfaction, swiping his tongue against hers. he bit down on her bottom lip gently and kissed over it as if he was kissing away the pain.
kaila cringed at the interaction in front of her, and smacked the back of her hand on luara's thigh, "could you actually not?"
suddenly, luara realised her friend was still there and tried to pull away from him, but all he did was pull her back to him, attacking her lips with his.
"sorry, kaila–" luara tried to say, but her words were muffled and cut off by neymar's desperate kisses.
"can we at least leave?" kaila groaned, pulling on her friend's leg, and standing from her seat. she scrunched her face up when she got a whole view of the makeout sesh going on between the two, looking away.
luara hummed in response against neymar's lips, "yeah."
finally, luara managed to pull back from him, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance, trying his best to grab at her waist to drag her back to him, "kaila you go, luara will be there soon."
"no," luara giggled, "no, i'm coming with you."
kaila's eyes widened, "you're not having sex, not here. you're working, and this is a public place."
neymar shrugged his shoulders, glancing behind his shoulder before jumping over the bannister, successfully capturing luara in an embrace, raking his hands into her hair, and walking her a few rows behind where she was originally sat, "she won't be long, wait for her in the car."
luara tried again to pull out of his grasp, "no, kaila, wait."
at this point, kaila had given up, and she waved her hand in the air, turning and walking away, "you're too fucking horny."
before luara could call for her friend again, neymar laid her across the seats, leaning down and pressing his lips harshly against hers, stopping her from squirming.
she tried to adjust herself across the uncomfy seats as neymar reached down to pull himself from the joggers he was wearing, "i know, meu amor. pull your skirt up a little for me."
despite being at his actual workplace, she did as he said, and lifted her hips from the seat, pulling the fabric up to her waist, giggling quietly in disbelief at what she was doing.
