Be Mine ~ A Neymar Jr. Fanfiction

Chapter 3

"See that wasn't so bad!" Neymar teased, punching you lightly in the arm. You rolled your eyes at him, laughing.

"Maybe not but if I was alone I would have died," You replied, taking a sip from what was left of your soda.

"Probably," He answered, his arm still sling around you as you walked out of the theater.

"Well thanks for bringing me, baby. I had a good time," You said, smiling. Neymar blushed and kissed you softly.

"I wanted to have a good night with my baby girl, do something fun." He commented, popping an m&m into his mouth. The two of you reached the car and climbed inside, Neymar holding the door open for you. He was such a sweet gentleman sometimes, it was adorable.

"So are we going to pick up Davi now?" You asked, clipping in your seatbelt. Neymar started the engine and nodded.

"Is it alright if he spends the night? He can take the guest bedroom of course," Neymar said, laughing.

"Of course it is, honey," You answered, grinning. You pulled down the mirror on the passenger side and fixed your hair. Soon enough, Neymar was pulling into Oscar's driveway and the two of you were strolling up the pathway that led to the front entrance.

You poked the doorbell a couple times until Oscar showed up, grinning. He looked like he was struggling to keep up with the giggling Davi in the living room.

"Hey buddy! Hi, um, Y/N." Oscar said awkwardly, opening the door to let the two of you inside.

"Davi!" Neymar yelled, running into the living room and scooping his son up. He swung him around in the air, Davi laughing the entire time.

"So how are you?" You asked, making conversation. You couldn't help but notice how incredibly hot Oscar looked shirtless. When he noticed you staring, he turned away and grabbed a drink from the refrigerator. The muscles in his back and shoulders rippled and your eyes popped.

"Want something?" He asked, his brown eyes staring at you curiously.

"No thank you," You answered politely.

"Well alright. I'm gonna go grab some of Davi's toys upstairs. Wanna help?" He asked hopefully, knowing you'd say yes.

"Sure, sure," You replied, following him up the wooden staircase. You'd never been upstairs in Oscar's house before ever since the two of you were dating. When he pushed the door open, you couldn't help but gasp. Why was Oscar bringing you to his bedroom?