His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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ITS BEEN MONTHS IM SO CRAP AT UPDATING FAST IM SO SORRY GUYS 😓❤️ also look at the picture of the model playing Liliana and Neymar irl at some poker tournament😩😍😍😍

I stood at my balcony, staring into the night sky as the cool breeze blew my night dress above my thighs. My hair blew about my face, dark strands stark against my pale skin.

There was a movement behind me.
I turned slowly to find Neymar standing at the door, his arms by his sides and his chest rising and falling heavily. He raised his brows at me, like he was asking my permission, and I smiled as an invitation.

He slipped his arms around my waist, holding me close to his chest as his lips began a torturous trail from my neck. Fire erupted from where his lips met my skin, and I wanted nothing more than to burn in it. I threw my head back to grant him access, and his fingers grabbed onto my hair. He turned me around slowly, his hands on me, around me, holding me ever so close

"Liliana..." He breathed, slowly and softly, almost like a moan. His hands slipped from my waist to cup my face, and he leant forward. Neymar pressed his lips to my neck, a feather of a kiss before his tongue darted out, softly licking the same spot.

He continued this trail up to my jaw, where his kisses got more feverish, more desperate. He reached my lips, his dark eyes staring into mine. Ever so slowly he reached forward till his lips met mine and I lost my mind. He slid the sleeves of my dress down my shoulders as his fingers touched the strap of my black bra-

I woke up. I sat up in my bed, alone, and glanced at the clock beside me. Two in the morning.

It had been a week since the party, one week since Neymar had kissed me, one week since he had apparently broken up with Bruna, and one week since he had last spoken to me.

I tried to ignore the pang in my chest whenever I thought of him. This past week I had thought of that night, trying to remember what I'd said or done wrong, if he didn't like what I was wearing or the way I looked.

I stopped these thoughts from getting any further, instead focusing on something other than Neymar. I slipped out of bed, the cool air waking me up further. I needed a drink.

Walking past Davi's room, I heard his soft snoring and it bought a smile to my face.

I went down the stairs, conscious that I was only wearing my nightie and prayed that no one would find me. I walked into the kitchen, straight to the sink, when I realised I wasn't fully alone.

I turned to find none other than the man that had been plaguing my thoughts for the past week sitting at the table with an empty glass by his hands.

His eyes drank me in, traveling down my body and back to my face again. I slipped my hair over my face, turning my back to him. I ignored his presence.

I filled my glass with water when I heard him.

"Liliana.." He said it softly, like a moan, and it was so alike to the way he said it in my dream that I almost spit my water out.

I ignored him.

I was aware of the footsteps behind me, aware of his strong arms wrapping themselves around my waist, aware of his heart beating faster than ever pressed against my back. But I was also aware of how he had told me he liked me, kissed me, and then stopped talking to me.

I slipped out of his arms. Neymar stood there with a defeated look on his face, his hands still open as though he would try and reach for me again. There was unguarded pain in his eyes, and I almost found myself giving in to him.