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neymar hadn't said anything about the other day since it happened. luara didn't know what to do, or say, so she didn't either. it was obvious that he didn't want to say anything, because he would've.
"what are you doing?" neymar asked her, sitting up and leaning against his headboard. his voice was raspy from just waking up, and he ran a hand through his hair.
luara looked over her shoulder at him as she dug through one of his drawers for some of her underwear. even though they'd been broken up for years, some of her stuff was still at his, and some of his stuff was still at hers.
"i'm getting dressed." she answered, picking a pair of panties out and making her way to the mirror. she was wearing his shirt from the night before.
he groaned, "no, no, come back to bed."
she chuckled, looking at herself in the mirror and sliding her underwear up her legs. she huffed at the sight of herself. her hair wasn't straightened anymore, meaning that her soft curls were messy and tangled. luckily, she didn't put on much makeup last night, so her mascara was smudged a little under her eyes, but not a lot.
"lua," he whined, "come back."
"i can't, me and kaila are going back to brazil soon, baby, i told you. i'm already late, i'll miss it." in attempt to tame her hair, she ran her fingers through it, but she didn't really succeed, so she stepped back from the mirror.
"you don't have to." he folded his arms across his chest, gazing over at her.
"well, our flight's booked, so i do." she spun round to face him, walking over to him.
he shook his head, reaching his arms out for her. he held onto her hands, pulling her onto his lap, "tell kaila to wait, you can both go on my jet. don't worry about it."
his hands rubbed up her thighs, digging his fingers into her soft skin. she giggled softly, placing her hands on his shoulders, tilting her head slightly at him.
"no, i need to get ready." she said quietly, cupping his jaw with her hand and leaning in to press a light kiss to his plump lips, humming in satisfaction.
he smiled against her lips, grinding his lips harder against hers, trapping her in his grip, not letting her go. he mumbled against her lips, "get ready then."
she used both of her hands to cup his jaw, raking her fingers into his curls. she wiggled in his lap, grinding onto his growing bulge under the covers, earning a sharp inhale from neymar. with her movements, he began to find it hard to kiss her back, and gripped onto her hips to stop her.
"don't do that," he breathed heavily, pulling the covers down his lap, springing his erection free, "come on, meu amor."
she lifted her hips as he pulled her panties to the side for her, and she lowered herself on him. the two exhaled in relief as she got comfortable on his lap, him fitting perfectly inside of her.
