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"you are so mean, lua." neymar laughed, walking into his house.
"why am i?" luara dropped her jaw sarcastically, before leaning against the wall so she could take her heels off.
neymar tutted and stood in front of her. he placed his hands on her hips, letting his hands wander down to her legs, all the way to her feet, taking her heels off for her.
she hummed a small chuckle, "thank you, baby."
after taking her heels off and setting them down, he stood back up straight, squeezing her thighs, before wrapping his arms around her waist. he leaned down, placing a slow, drawn-out kiss on her lips, pulling her closer to him, flush against his chest.
her arms draped over his shoulders, running her fingers through his curls. one of his hands cupped her jaw, tilting her head, and dipping his so he could kiss over her throat, licking and biting where he could.
she hummed, closing her eyes and letting her lips stretch out into smile. he bit down into her skin, and she let out a small gasp, but he kissed over her, and she chuckled.
"i'm sorry you lost, ney. i thought you played so good." she mumbled in his ear, trying her best to press a kiss to his temple.
he chuckled, "thank you, lua."
just as she let out a quiet moan, her phone rang loudly in her pocket.
neymar rolled his eyes in irritation, reaching in her pocket and silencing it, hands reaching in front to unbutton her jeans. luara turned her head away from him so she could grab her phone, kaila's name lighting up the screen.
she balled her hand into a fist in his hair, pulling him up from her neck, "hold on, neymar."
"it can wait." he huffed, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, before pulling his shirt over his head, diving back into her neck to resume his kisses and pressing his clothed erection into her thigh.
she giggled, swiping accept and pressing the phone to her ear, "hi, kaila."
"luara, i want to talk to you."
kaila's tone was annoyed, but luara didn't notice it, too busy with her boyfriend all over her.
"what about?" luara let out another small gasp when neymar unbuttoned her jeans, shimmying them down her legs.
"i'm serious, lu."
kaila's now angry tone caught luara's attention, but she didn't have time to react because neymar had taken her jeans off, and was pulling her shirt over her head, disregarding it on the floor.
luara pulled the phone away, muting it for a moment, "neymar, wait a minute."
she pressed the phone back to her ear, walking away from him just in her underwear, "what's wrong?"
"are you back with neymar?"
"uhm–" luara paused, looking over her shoulder, seeing neymar taking off his pants, throwing them alongside her clothes and his, before staring over at her, "yeah."
"fuck– i knew– i knew you were. that's why i've barely fucking heard from you."
"are you upset?" luara scoffed at her friend's angry and annoyed tone of voice at the news.
"that you're back together? yes."
luara turned around, facing neymar, and folded her arms across her chest, "why?"
"because whenever you get back together, you completely blank me, lu. you were meant to be coming back home the other day, and you're still over there at his game. you can do all that and not tell me about it?"
suddenly, luara felt bad. she was right, she stayed, and did something else whilst her best friend was waiting for her back home. she didn't even tell her.
luara hated admitting when she was in the wrong, so she cleared her throat, standing up straight, "well, i don't have to tell you everything, kaila."
"i know you don't, but you haven't spoke to me at all. what else are you doing that you haven't told me about? are you moving back in with him as well?"
luara paused again, flicking her eyes up to meet neymar's, who's were already boring into hers. when he saw her expression, he furrowed his brows, ushering her over to him, but she turned back around.
when neymar first moved to paris, he wanted luara to go with him, so she did. every time they broke up, she'd come running back home, and when they finally broke up for good, she returned to brazil and swore she'd never want to see him again, or go near him. let alone move back in with him. yet, here she was, stood in her underwear in his house.
"no, i'm not." luara responded quietly, unsure of what to say.
"are you sure? 'cause you seem more comfortable there with him than you do your own best friend."
luara stayed quiet, and kaila was getting more frustrated over the phone.
"lu– it doesn't even matter. i'll talk to you when you next come to brazil."
with that, kaila ended the phone call, leaving luara stood silently, feeling guilty that she'd completely left her best friend for her boyfriend.
"what did she want?" neymar asked, walking over to her, taking her phone off her and placing it on the sofa. he interlocked their fingers, pressing kisses to the back of her knuckles.
she shook her head, "nothing, she's just angry with me."
"for what?" he questioned again, moving her hands to rest on his cheeks, nuzzling into her palms slightly.
"just–" she pressed a kiss to his lips, "it doesn't matter. come on, i want you."
he broke out into a playful grin, "you want me?"
"yes, i want you." she smiled, pulling his face closer to hers, "don't you want me, baby?"
