Football Smuts

Thigh kink ft. Neymar Jr

You subconsciously started to spread your legs more as you tried to satisfy your throbbing clit. The pink vibrator you had used many times before with your boyfriend was drawing low whimpers from your lips. Loud hums and groans filled your house as you turned the vibrations up. You whined desperately, chasing your release, the toy's vibrations repeatedly hitting the right spot. You shut your eyes, imagining Neymar in between your thighs. You moaned his name out. It was genuinely pathetic how you clenched so desperately around nothing but air. You wanted him so bad. As you bucked your hips harshly forward and repeatedly cried out his name like a mantra, you came.

When Neymar arrived back home from training, he certainly wasn't expecting to be met with soft whimpers and his name's cries echoing off his house's walls. He quietly descended the stairs and into your shared bedroom, leaning against the door frame. You were allowed to touch yourself, but Neymar always liked to be there when you did, whether physically or through a simple phone call.

"Hey, amor. Did you enjoy yourself alone?" your boyfriend questioned provokingly. You slowly retracted your legs that were spread out on the bed and pulled them close to your chest.

"You know, it's funny." Neymar paused as he slowly made his way to the bed.

"If you had waited just a little longer, I would've helped," he finished in an almost degrading tone. You whined, and your thighs squeezed together, wanting to satisfy the creeping need in your core. His presence alone could make you so aroused, and he knew it.

Neymar sat on the bed, sweaty and still in his training kit. He hadn't had the time to shower yet, not that it mattered, considering the mess you guys were about to make.

"Sit, " he said sternly. He gestured towards his thigh with one hand as the other came to rest on your hip. You were hesitant...

"Don't let me repeat myself, amor, or I'm not letting you come tonight," he uttered while lifting you onto his leg.

"Look at me when you ride my thigh. If you look away, you're not climaxing tonight. Entendido?" You nodded as you eagerly began to roll your hips onto him. It was embarrassing how horny and wet you were. You shut your eyes, not wanting to look into his while you were getting off on his leg. You were making a mess on his thigh, but Neymar couldn't have cared less. He was enjoying this way too much. He bounced his leg up, flexing his muscles under your wetness, eager to take in your reaction.

"What did I say? Eyes on me." Your eyes snapped open, scared he wouldn't let you climax. Your quivering body began frenetically grinding on his thigh. Your fingers were laced into his soft curls. You silently begged for him to touch you, even just slightly. You wanted to feel all of him, but he only purred lowly as you continued getting off on him.

"Neymar, please," you begged. He chuckled darkly.

"You didn't need my help earlier; why so needy now?" You felt like hitting him, frustrated by his childish behaviour. But you knew that if you did, there was no chance you would get touched tonight. Your legs started trembling, and your hips were rolling brutally as you pressed your cunt down harder. Your eyes trailed down from his own to the prominent bulge in his pants. Chocked sobs of his name fell past your lips; you were so close to coming undone.

"Fucking yourself on my thigh like the good whore you are," he hissed, his hardness becoming more evident in the constraint of his shorts. With another roll of your hips, you let out a restricted moan. You were so close to finally pushing yourself over the edge.

"Just like that, good girl. That's it, be a nice little slut and come on my thigh," he groaned, cock twitching. And that's when the coil in your abdomen finally snapped, and you climaxed, convulsing on his thigh. Neymar was mesmerized by the mess you were making, your wetness drenching him. Suddenly, he felt stupid for not having fucked you earlier and wished it were his cock you were orgasming on. He was far from done with you.