Neymar Jr. Imagines

Liquor

Neymar has been acting sad lately and it worries me. He told me that his family was having a rough time and that its been putting him down. He turned to liquor for his solution and now Neymar spends his days in bars slowly killing his liver, and after he almost always comes home drunk.   I'm afraid he might drive home one day and crash, but no matter what I tell him he ignores me and says it'll pass, that it's just a phase.

The door opens and the sound of shuffling feet could be heard. It was 1:24 AM and Neymar just arrived home probably drunk as always. I walk downstairs to check on Ney.

"Neymar?", I ask while walking down the steps.

As soon as I walk around the corner I see Neymar setting his keys on the counter. His eyes were glossy and he could barley keep his balance. Imminently I smell alcohol which lingered from Neymar's clothes.

"Again Neymar, when are you going to stop", I say worried while running to his assistance.

"I'm fine, I can walk", he replies angrily glaring at me.

"No you're not fine, you're drunk off your ass. This isn't good for you Ney", I argue.

Neymar leans on the counter and puts his head down.

"I'm a grown man I can take care of myself, I don't need you telling me what is and what isn't good for me", he mumbles.

"I tell you because I care about you God dammit", I argue slightly annoyed at his response.

Neymar looks up me and the kitchen light revealed a bruise around his eye and a cut on his lip.

"What the fuck did you do?", I asked worried.

"I told you I'm fine, just got into a fight with some asshole at the bar", he replied with an angry tone.

"Alright, let's go upstairs", I insisted and went to the fridge to get an ice pack.

He followed me and I helped him upstairs. I can't believe he drove home, he can be such an idiot at times I swear. I'm gonna fucking kill him once he sobers up. He sits at the edge of the bed and I hand him the ice pack and go to grab the first aid kit in our bathroom. When I get back to Neymar I clean his lip with alcohol and it stings him a little bit. He furrows his eyebrows and jumps back.

"Ouch", he screeches.

I chuckle and continue to clean the cut on his lip. Once I finish I lean in and place a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you Ney but this isn't right", I say quietly.

"I'm trying to change but it's hard, I can't take the pain when I'm sober", he says as tears begin to fall from his eyes.

"I'm here to help you I will always be here to help you", I reassure him while hugging him.

He pulls me into his lap and kisses my cheek as I giggle. His lips meet mine and we kissed for awhile. I finally pull away and look him in the eyes.

"Neymar get some sleep", I order.

"Alright captain", he says with sarcasm.

He takes his clothes off but remained in his underwear while I cleaned up the mess I made with the first aid kit. Then I pick up his clothes and put them away. I was already in my pajamas so I just climbed right into bed when I was done cleaning. I covered myself in the soft sheets and Neymar pulled me close to him so that his crotch leaned against my butt.

No words were said. Neymar quickly fell into a deep sleep and the sounds of his quiet snoring filled the room. I close my eyes and continues listening to his snores. He was a pain in the ass at time but he's so damn worth it.