Dirty Imagines... NeymarJr

Imagine 15

  *FLASHBACK*

  "Goldie! You cant hide forever and I know youre in here!" Juninho boombed from outside the door of our recreations room. He and I are 17 years old and still playing hide and seek together, I know, pathetic right?

   I was hiding behind the piano becuase I thought he'd never look behind it, but I thought wrong because I felt a familiar touch tickle my feet, making me laugh obnoxiously.

  "I told you I'd find you Goldie!" He said, pulling me jnto a big hug and never letting go.

  After my laughing fit finally settled down, Juninho and I kinda just sat there together in each others arms, thinking about life. At least I was.

"Juninho?" I ask him.

"Hm?"

  "As best friends, haven't we been through alot?"

  "You think so Goldie?"

  "Mhm." I respond against his chest.

  "Then I think we have too."

  Neymar and I met each other when we were just 4 anos. Our parents were close to each other for a long time as well, so I guess they wanted to keep the bond going.

  My first memory of he and I was at my 5th birthday party when he kissed my cheek and told me he had a crush on me, then I remember laughing while I was wiping off the icing from his lips on my face.

  He was always a sweet boy, and he always loved football. In fact, I remember, he would make me Jo, and Gil join him in some street futsal games back in Sao Paulo. We would always win, becuase of me.

  All of the girls would call him handsome and try to grab his attention, but he paid them no mind. He would always only try to impress me. Of course, I never rely invisioned his physical features until our teenage years, when everyone went through a change.

  I'll never forget this one event that happened last year, our Junior year.

  It was a very nice day in Sao Paulo, and I had invited Neymar to an afterparty after a fashion show I was selected to walk in for to model a set of clothes.

  Since I'm brasilian and I'm used to the heat, I wore short shorts and a white crop top. I was dancing all alone when suddenly, my middle school crush Rafael offered me to dance with him. For whatever reason, he decided on asking me to dance to a fast and sensual song, but I liked it, I mean he was hot.

  A little while into the song Rafael pulled me close and turned me around and placed his hands on my hips so I was supposed to grind on him. As much as I wanted to, I was tired from dancing and had no idea where Neymar was and wanted to go home.

  "Come on Josephina( my real name), one last dance." He whispered in my ear, sounding intimidating and while tugging on my waist harder. I felt his erection.

  But I couldn't. I was too tired to do anymore dancing like that, and I just needed air.

  "Let go." I command to him, freeing myself from his grip.

  "Wheres your little namordo Neymar huh? Nevermind, probably dancing with one of those sluts always chasing him. Let me be your prince charming Josephina!" He demanded over the music, grasping my wrist too tight.

  "Oww please!" I cried in pain.

  Then suddenly, I felt that familiar touch on my other arm drag me away as I met a familiar pair of hazel eyes. Tye trail of tears slowly stopped as the words flowed right out his mouth.

   "Kiss me." He said before our lips connected smoothly.

  I wished that moment would last a lifetime. Juninho's lips felt soft and gentle as it turned into more than a kiss, but a makeout. Near the end I smiled because I knew Rafael was watching.

   As we separated, Rafael stomped away.

   "Thank you Juninho."

  "Anything for my Goldie." He said.

*CURRENT TIME*

   I watched the tape of me and Juninho back in Sao Paulo over and over again until I grew tired of it. I missed playing football with him. I missed my best friend.

  But I was stuck being a Vogue Italian Edition model here in Italy while he was out pursuing his dream in Spain, probably forgot all about me.

  Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and tears are on the brink of my eyes becauseI didnt want to see anyone but juninho and I knew it wasnt him. But I had to be strong.

  I got uo and opened the door, and there stood one hazel eyed angel I spend most of my teenage years with.