Neymar Jr.
You rushed around your closet trying to get ready for your date night with Neymar.
He was taking you to dinner at a small restaurant outside of Barcelona. You were wearing a pair of tight black jeans, and a maroon long sleeved croptop that cut off an inch above your bellybutton.
"Ney? Are you ready?"
"I'm waiting on you."
"A king must wait for a queen to look most appropriate."
You stopped to hear his respond.
He snorted and muttered: "Whatever." With a small chuckle.
You ran your fingers through your loosely curled hair.
"Your highness?"
"Ney I'm coming."
You called back.
"Yeah that's not the first time I've heard you yell that."
You groaned and began to work on your eyeliner.
That was going to be your only makeup tonight. Neymar walked into your shared bathroom to grab something with a cocky smirk on his plump lips. He was wearing a tight gray shirt and some khaki jeans.
His messy hair hidden under a SnapBack.
As you finished, and made sure your eyebrows were even, Neymar called out:
"Baby come here."
"What?"
"I need to ask you something."
"Ney-"
You muttered as you made your way over to see what the fuss was about.
He was glancing between you and your blue mini hair curling wand.
"What is this dildo looking thing plugged into the wall?"
"It's not a dildo it's a hair curler. Ney- Rafaella never had one of these?"
"Yeah, but it was not small and genital looking."
You scoffed and grabbed his hand:
"Let's go before you start questioning everything in my bathroom."
"Where do you keep it Huh?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Santos."
You looked away, hiding your flushed cheeks but continued to pull him towards the door.
"That's for me to know and for you to never find out."
Leo Messi:
You softly moaned as Leo pressed a kiss to your chin and smiled, pulling away. You were straddling his waist as he laid across the couch. Of course he had managed to strip you both down to your underwear. It was great feeling your bare skin against each other.
He chuckled and placed both hands on your waist gently letting them wander up and down your sides.
Your lack of bra, making it easier for him to lean in and press a kiss or two to your bosom.
"Leo."
You muttered softly, as you
slipped your fingers into his hair and gently pulled back.
"What's wrong Nena?"
"Nothing it's just you know they aren't my favorite part of my body."
"I still don't understand why."
"They aren't entirely even."
You muttered as you slipped both arms around your chest.
"Nena. Por favor."
He whispered softly, soothingly.
Leo's hands gently slipped over your arms and pulled them away.
He stared at your chest like a painter looking at a work of art. Not judging but admiring.
"We've been together for the longest and you're still uncomfortable over a small imperfection.
You hate taking your bra off when we make love, but you need to know that I love everything about you."
You blushed, "Yeah?"
He slipped a hand onto your stomach and grinned.
"Everything, how could I not? I mean you loved me when I was chubby. I love you for you."
"Chubby or not. I love you too. So you don't think I should consider getting them fixed."
"I think that whatever makes you happy is a great choice. It's barely noticeable, I'm sure everyone has their small flaws that they try to avoid."
"You don't have any, I can tell you that Messi."
"I do. But you don't notice because you love me. I feel the same way towards you. I love you so much I never notice."
Rafinha Alcantara:
"How does it feel?"
"What?"
"Having our baby inside you."
"I can't describe it Rafa, when he kicks it's increible it reminds me of you on the field and when he squirms around it feels weird but so amazing."
You were laying on the futon on the balcony of your home with your husband Rafinha. He was asking questions about the 8 month old bundle inside of you.
Rafinha smiled and slipped a hand up your shirt and onto your belly. His hands felt warm against your skin.
"He's probably asleep."
"Yeah, he spends all day sleeping and all night kicking and waking up momma."
"It's because the first few months you still stayed up and did homework and study so he got used to it."
"True, but luckily I still graduated."
"A very pregnant psychologist.
Dr. Alcantara."
"I'm happy I walked the stage with my little bump."
"Trust me, I was entirely proud, watching the love of my life's hard work pay off. Even with your little bump you were the most beautiful person there."
You smiled and pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek,
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything, especially for given me him."
Rafinha chuckled and said:
"I should be the one thanking you. For this baby. For taking away the loneliness and for putting up with my constant guitar playing and singing."
"What do you mean putting up with your singing and guitar playing? You're an amazing guitarist and We love hearing you sing to us."
Rafinha chuckled and said:
"You make my life so much easier and You make it a whole lot of fun."
You giggled and felt a little movement in your belly.
You glanced down and smiled: "Look who's up. He is squirming around." Rafinha smiled and you took his big hand and placed it on the area where there was movement.
"Filho."
He muttered a little overwhelmed.
You gasped as he kicked directly where Rafinha's hand rested on your stomach.
"He likes your voice a lot."
Rafinha chuckled and said:
"Hey kiddo, you doing alright, daddy's right here?"
He squirmed around and you felt a little pressure against your belly.
"He loves you."
You gushed happily, feeling a tear stream down your cheek.
He smiled and leaned In to press a kiss to your belly: "I love you too Rafita".
"So we're naming him Jr?"
"Yes please, if that's okay."
"Rafinha and his Rafita."
He chuckled and gently rubbed your belly pressing a few soft kisses onto your skin.
