𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝.

Chapter 8 - El Clasico

Leo POV

"Oh my God—" I stressed, before being cut off by the entire Barcelona team.

"OH MY GOD, REAL MADRID IS SO GOOD! WE'RE NEVER GOING TO WIN!" They all chanted synchronously. "WE KNOW, LEO, WE KNOW!" They all groaned, a few with their faces in their hands, a few trying to tear all the hair out of their head.

"I'm serious! They're—"

"They're good at everything! Defending and attacking!" Neymar mocked, and I shot him a death glare. "Leo, please stop stressing. We'll be fine. Our team is really good, in fact better than them. And I don't give TWO SHITS if they have Ronaldo or not. We're better, aren't we?" Neymar hollered, earning some scattered murmurs of agreement from the team. 

"You're right, Neymar. We are going to win," I told myself weakly, repeating it at least five times under my breath. We are going to win, we are going to win, we are going to win. 

NO NO NO NO ESTO ES IMPOSIBLE, NUNCA GANAREMOS

"Come on, guys! Smile!" Neymar raised his arms, complaining. "We're Barça! Las Blaugranas! FCB!" Neymar tried hopelessly to raise our spirits. 

"Yeah. Come on, guys. Smile!" I gave a forced smile, and watched Neymar's face sink as he realised I wasn't really happy. "Ney, can I talk to you outside?"

"Um... okay. Sure," he said, his voice miserable and dull. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the door, to the dark little area just behind the tunnel to the field. Even though we've kissed a lot of times before, I still get that fluttery sense of butterflies in my stomach every time we touch or hold hands. 

"Neymar... do you honestly think we're going to win? Or are you just saying that?" I began, laying a thumb on his cheek. "Because... you do know that Real Madrid is really good?"

"Leo — I'm going to be honest. You're amazing. You're absolutely amazing on the field, and if I may just say, in bed too—"

"Ney!"

"No, seriously. I think you, we can do it. And if you don't think we can do it... well, I'll make you feel better," he smiled mischievously, catching my waist as I overbalanced and pulled me closer to him, a wicked glint in his emerald eyes.

Slowly pressing his chest against mine, he inched his lips closer closer closer to mine, so close that I could feel his wet, hot breath on my lips.

Fuck it. 

I grabbed the collar of his jersey, crashing our lips together, our tongues moving in perfect synchronisation. "Eager, huh?" He murmured seductively into my lips. I could feel him grinning through the kiss. I didn't say a word, just let him push me against the wall. "So impatient for me... how cute" he slowly detached his lips from mine, dragging them across my cheek my jaw my neck my collarbone and they finally settled there, his teeth pulling at the soft skin at the base of my neck. I clenched my hands into fists in his jersey, feeling the pull of the fabric against my fingers. 

"Neymar—" I moaned, immediately regretting it as it escaped my lips. Neymar's eyes shot open in pleasure, in delight and I felt his teeth sink deeper into my neck. 

"Fuck... my name sounds even better when you say it like that," he smirked devilishly, before slamming his lips back into mine and slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Oh Lord, I just wanted to tear off every bit of cloth from his body and fuck him right there. 

His hands were slowly roaming my body, my chest, my waist, my lower back and I could feel his fingertips inch towards my ass. Oh my Gosh, what was he doing? I felt his soft, scorching touch burn holes through my clothes, and I locked my arms around his neck. As he bit down on my bottom lip, I inhaled sharply, grabbing handfuls of his dark curls in my fingers.