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neymar hadn't slept good at all.
he sighed tiredly, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and taking a swig from it. even though he didn't want her to be, really didn't want her to be, luara was embedded in his thoughts. it had been days since he last saw her, but he was still angry with her. they hadn't spoken either. he wasn't complaining though.
a pair of arms wrapped around his torso, making him jump slightly. turning his head, he found bruna smiling back at him.
"come back to bed." she laughed, pressing a kiss to his back.
he took another sip from the water bottle and placed it back in the fridge, "no, i'm awake now."
"oh, come on, ney." she rolled her eyes, "it's not like we did anything last night anyway. i want you."
her words reminded him of luara. he clenched his jaw frustratedly at the thought of her, even though he was thinking of her anyway. when luara said she wanted him, he'd give her him, but when bruna said it, it put him off somehow. it was weird.
"not today, bruna." he breathed through his nose, pulling her arms off from around him and walking through the kitchen.
she followed after him, "why not? don't you want me too? it's been a while."
"not today." he repeated himself, walking upstairs in the direction of his en-suite bathroom, wanting nothing but to shower and actually shake the exhaustion from him. he had training today, and he didn't want to look tired.
bruna took a breath, raising her brows and looking away from him, standing in the doorway of his bedroom, "okay, i'll just do something else then."
she glanced at him, hoping he'd turn around and ask her to join him, but he didn't.
"you do that." he waved a hand behind him and headed to the bathroom, not really taking notice of her.
before he could enter, bruna suddenly appeared in front of him. her hands trailed down his chest to his waistband on his trousers, twiddling it with her fingers, and looking up at him lustfully.
"come on, neymar. i can make you feel good. wake you up a bit?" she pressed an unreturned kiss to his lips.
he blinked down at her, fighting off a yawn, which he successfully did. it had been a few days since he'd had sex with anyone, the last one being luara, so, it might do him good.
"okay."
she grinned happily, walking him over to the bed. he sat down on the edge of it, and she grabbed his hands, placing them on her sides. she placed a kiss on his lips and took her shirt off, standing just in her shorts before him.
his eyes flicked down to her breasts. he blinked a few times when he didn't feel anything in his pants, confusion flooding his thoughts instead of the usual arousal. glancing up at her face briefly, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, sitting herself down in his lap.
"i'll make you feel good, ney." she wiggled her hips.
why wasn't it working? why wasn't she working?
he furrowed his brows in concentration, kneading at her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. still nothing. obviously, bruna was noticing his lack of erection when she didn't feel anything between her legs, or any sign of pleasure on his face.
she laughed awkwardly, "here, you wanna touch me? that'll get you worked up, huh?"
grabbing one of his hands, she stuck it down her shorts, letting out a small moan once she felt his fingers pressing against her. he looked back at her, sliding his fingers down and working inside of her. she was wet, warm, everything that'd usually turn him on, but it wasn't working. the only person turned on here was bruna.
bruna's eyes had fallen closed in satisfaction, but she opened them when she didn't hear anything from neymar. looking at him, he looked confused, but bored at the same time.
"am i–" she paused, panting slightly, "am i not doing it for you, ney?"
he cleared his throat, pulling his fingers from her, "sorry, bruna, i told you, not today."
before he could move her from his lap, she pulled his waistband down, grabbing at him, working her hand up and down him, "come on, ney, it's me."
he sighed, looking down at where he was pathetically soft in her hand, not an inch of him turned on by her. he was slightly embarrassed, but he had told her he wasn't in the mood, so this might've been the excuse.
she glanced at him, watching him stare down at where her hand was, eyes tired, not a glimmer of pleasure evident on his face. realisation soon hit her, but she blinked through it, swallowing.
"what if i said to think about her, hm?" she cleared her throat, smiling at him as his brows furrowed a little, a small bit of him hardening in her hands, "luara? would that help?"
he inhaled sharply at her name, becoming more erect than he was before, eyes looking back into hers, "what are you doing?"
"well, i'm obviously not doing anything for you, but i know she does, so."
he grunted quietly, her invading his thoughts once again. closing his eyes, he tried his best to imagine it was luara on top of him, luara's hands rubbing on him, luara's breath he could feel fanning into his face. he was ashamed to say that it was working, but not as much as it would when luara was actually there.
bruna felt saddened when she noticed how he felt about luara, and how she made him feel. especially that it wasn't bruna he was thinking about.
"that good? you just keep thinking about luara."
he cut her off, shaking his head and pulling her hand off him, "no, bruna, i'm sorry, i'm really not in the mood."
even though he was thinking about luara, it wasn't making him as hard with the fact that it wasn't her touch, and it wasn't making him feel as good. he couldn't just let another girl make him feel good when he wasn't thinking of her.
bruna blinked, stumbling back when he abruptly stood, walking into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.
