His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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Atop the balcony on this cool summer night, one thought continuously crossed my mind: I don't think I had ever been happier than I was tonight. Even with my little experience in the dating world due to my time being occupied with family and studies, I knew this was special, that what I was experiencing was a once in a lifetime sort of thing. I knew then that even if Neymar and I didn't develop our relationship into anything serious, I would never forget this.

Neymar pulled my chair out and beckoned me to sit, shooting me an almost shy, sweet smile. "You know," He began, taking the seat opposite me, "I haven't done anything like this before. I mean, I've wined and dined plenty of women, but this is the first time I had a direct say in the entire evening. On how it looked, on what we would eat... I really hope you like it, Lili." A ripple of surprise arose within me, and as I was about to respond, the sound of the door inside knocking interrupted us.

"Food must be here," He said, standing and walking back inside to allow the waiters in. Once Neymar was seated once again in front of me - a breathtaking view, I assure you - the extravagant meal was placed on the table. I smelt aromas I'd never even come across before, never before tasted such exquisite tastes. Wine was plentiful, a large bottle placed in front of us and a bucket of ice with two more on the floor next to us.

"Are we really going to need this much wine?" I giggled, a little breathlessly, enjoying the cool air against my flushed cheeks. Neymar paused, his spoon full of paella suspended mid air in front of his mouth, and he suddenly dropped it down onto his plate. He stood up from his seat opposite me and moved his chair so he was right next to me. He then smiled.

"No. Unless you need to be drunk before even considering kissing me?" He leant forward slightly, and laughing, I turned my face before he could steal a kiss. The rest of the dinner passed beautifully, and he remained right by my side as we laughed, shared childhood stories and flirted shamelessly.

When the table was cleared and the wine bottle was near empty, Neymar took me by my hand and led me inside, where the room was empty. Across the street someone was playing a guitar and singing softly, and the sound encompassed us as we moved to the centre of the room. He pulled me close.

"I forgot to mention. You look beautiful, Lili. You are like nothing I've seen before." He murmured, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me in for a hug. I stayed quiet for a moment, breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his skin. I'd worn a white midi dress printed with yellow flowers, my hair open and long down my back, which he periodically brushed out of my face. A gold necklace I'd worn since the dawn of time hugged my neck, an heirloom passed down from my great grandmother. My cheeks were flushed from his closeness and the wine and my lips were slightly parted. I felt as pretty as he said I was.

"You're sweet. Thank you," I whispered. "You're not too bad yourself, I suppose."

He chuckled, a low and rich sound and started to sway softly in tune with the distant music ascending from the streets. I tucked my head beneath his chin and swayed along, eyes closed and heart fluttering. Softly, he lifted my head until my eyes met his, staring with such intensity I felt naked. And wished I was. I scolded myself internally for my intrusive thoughts and before I could stop, giggled at my own dirty mind.

Neymar smiled. "What's so funny? Share the joke."

I shook my head, my laughter fuelled by the wine and growing by the second. Before I knew what was happening he bent his head and caught my giggles in his mouth. "Beautiful laugh," He murmured as his lips enveloped mine in a kiss so soft and so lovely I buckled at my knees. Quite literally.

Now was his time to laugh as he caught me and swept me into his arms as he bent me over his arms and gave me what I knew would be the best kiss of my entire life. Neymar's tongue teasingly licked my bottom lip, causing an eruption of feeling so intense I scared myself for a second. I bit his lip gently, and he moaned lowly into my mouth. He stood me up right, pulling away for a minute as he lifted me and pressed me against the wall, resuming the kiss with such hunger and passion I moaned right back into his mouth. Our tongues met and my soul left my body. His hand was in my hair, caressing and pulling ever so softly, whilst the other travelled down my thigh up to my waist, grabbing, needing more. Neymar kissed my cheeks and down the column of my neck, which ached in need for his tongue. With a slow and languid lick from the bottom of my neck to my ear, I moaned softly, and he cut off my moan as his lips met mine again in a series of passionate, intimate kisses.

"Lili," He breathed, his forehead touching mine, his breathing ragged. "I need you. Now." With that, he maintained intense eye contact as his hand travelled to the place which had only ever been explored by me before.

I grabbed his hand. "I can't," I whispered, my hand intertwining with his. "It's too soon." I didn't tell him that I'd never done this before. I wasn't yet ready to give my all to him. As traditional as it was, I'd always thought I'd have my first time with someone I truly loved, who'd be my first and last. Not even a world famous football player could change that.

"It's okay, I understand." Neymar kissed me softly, first on my lips, on each of my cheeks and then on my forehead. He hugged me close and we began to sway again to the music like everything that had just happened was a dream.

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