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the game had finished, and psg lost, but luara was grateful to have seen neymar play in person, which she hadn't done since the world cup, even if she wasn't fully concentrated because of the constant voice in her ear.
"why don't i take you out, hm?" angelo asked, standing at the same time she did.
he hadn't stopped talking to her throughout all 90 minutes of the game, and he was driving her insane. all he talked about was how much he'd missed fucking her, even though she'd told him she wasn't interested.
"no, angelo." luara tried to move past him, but he stood in her way, so she decided to push past him instead.
"well, why not?" he walked after her, walking down the steps from the stands, "i can make you feel good."
"i've said no." she scoffed, pulling out her phone and texting neymar, who said he was waiting for her outside the changing rooms, "i'm meeting someone."
"i can tell, but you can leave them for me." he caught up to her, walking alongside her. she cringed at the strong smell of his cheap cologne, following him around like flies.
she side eyed him, tutting, turning a corner so she could get to the changing rooms, "go away, angelo."
"don't say that." he laughed, snaking his arm around her waist, "you know you want me."
she grimaced at him, ripping his grip off her and spotting neymar stood against a wall, pulling his shirt off.
neymar spotted her approaching, and flashed her a grin, but it soon dropped from his face once he spotted angelo.
"what the fuck?" neymar glared at the colombian, furious that he'd shown up with his girl.
angelo visibly gulped, stepping away from the couple, glancing over at luara, "come find me in a bit, luara."
he walked away from the two, and neymar's eyes never left him, making sure he did walk away.
luara smiled at neymar, laughing softly at his obvious jealousy, "are you okay, ney?"
"i'm great." he tilted his head to make sure that angelo rounded the corner, then returned his gaze back to luara, relaxing slightly.
"i'm sorry you lost, baby." she let her arms drape over his shoulders, her fingers playing with some of his curls.
his hands ran down her sides, all the way to the back of her, where he dug his fingers into her plump ass, pulling her closer to him, "thank you. maybe you can make me feel better later, huh?"
"oh, of course." she nodded, pressing a kiss to his jaw. he hummed in response, closing his eyes at the feeling of her lips against his skin.
quickly remembering the man that was just with her, he pulled his head back, lifting his arms to wrap around her waist instead, "what was he doing with you?"
"i don't know. he sat next to me all game." she huffed, using her thumb to trace the outline of his lips, gaze falling down to stare at them.
"puta." he muttered, pouting his lips to kiss her the pad of her thumb against his lips, "did he say anything?"
"yeah, he wouldn't stop talking to me. on about how much i apparently want him." she rolled her eyes back up to meet his, but failed to, eventually falling back down to land on his chest and his torso, fingers running over his abs and his tattoos.
"he's not a smart man, he's not good for you." neymar shook his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips, "if he was smart, he'd know you only want me."
she hummed a chuckle, connecting their lips in a drawn out kiss, "i only want you."
"i know." he mumbled against her, biting onto her bottom lip gently, before kissing over it, "i love you."
"i love you." she responded, fingers trailing down his abdomen to his waistband. he felt where her hands were, and quickly swelled in his shorts, getting lost in her kisses and her touch.
her hand slowly crawled underneath the fabric of his shorts, straight to where he needed her most. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hands weaving into her hair, kissing her with need.
she rubbed over him lightly, smiling against his lips. before she could wrap her hand around him as much as she could, she pulled out of his shorts, and pulled away from his kisses.
he exhaled heavily, opening his eyes, "what are you doing? come back."
he held onto her wrist, pulling it back to him, but she pulled away with a giggle, "not here, baby. later."
"oh, you're so mean." he grinned playfully, adjusting himself with a grunt, "come on, meu amor."
"at home." she placed a quick kiss to his lips, pulling away just before he could pull her back to him, "i love you."
"hm, i love you more." he ran his tongue over his teeth, not letting her walk away without a quick slap to her ass, squeezing it in the process. she giggled, flicking his hand away.
