football one shots - imagines

39 - Neymar Jr.

"C'mon, take the photo with me," Neymar whined as Anna moved away from him.

"No, I sound horrible with my stuffed up nose," she said. Her leg was rested on over his lap, and her arm on his chest as they both were on the couch.

He frowned, "No you don't and I don't care. Take the selfie with me, meu amor."

Anna undid her bun and watched as he started to record. Her hair fell in front of her face, covering it. "This is fine."

She sneezed and let out a cough at the end of the video. Neymar sighed and locked his phone.

"Minha princesa is sick," he frowned and pulled her closer to him.

She turned away from him, "No, Ney, you're going to get sick."

"I don't care, I just want to cuddle you so you can feel better," he kissed her forehead and wrapped the blanket around her.

"Ney," she held in a cough.

"I'm going to make you soup, give you massages, and endless cuddles and kisses, okay?" He said.

"Mhm," she mumbled and closed her eyes. "Maybe I should always say I'm sick."

"Princesa, you know I will always do that for you even if you aren't sick. I love you and I always will."

She felt her cheeks rise as she heard him say that. They've been dating for two years already, but she still would get tingles through her body when he said those three words.

"Go to sleep, princesa."

"I thought that was Rafinha's nickname?" She chuckled and wiped her nose.

"It is but I like calling you it more," he laughed.

She closed her eyes again and instantly let her sleep take the best of her.

"After all, you are my one and only," he smiled but then frowned when he heard her breaths even out. He pecked her forehead once more, and noticed a trail of drool leading down to his jacket from her mouth. But he didn't care, he knew her nose was stuffed. "Sleep good, meu amor."