||| DISCONTINUED ||| Soccer Sisters {Neymar Jr/ Chicharito}

Part One- 21. World Cup Opening

Neymar's POV

I bounce up and down around the bedroom, more nervous than I ever have been. The World Cup starts today, and all eyes are on us. There's a lot of pressure on me. Everyone is calling me Brasil's golden boy, and I'm nervous to let anyone down.

"Neymar!" June walks into the room in just her undergarments . June walks over to me and cups my face in her small hands. "Hey. Hey, calm down, baby. Look at me. It's going to be fine."

"I don't want to let anyone down," I whisper.

"You're not going to let anyone down," June pulls me down to her height and stares intently into my eyes, "I love you, Neymar da Silva Santos Junior."

"I love you too, June Talia Hernández Marks," I pull her into a tight hug.

"Come relax. We still have a several hours before we need to leave for the stadium," June pulls on my arm.

I allow myself to be lead over to the bed. June slowly lays down before tugging me onto the mattress with her. June pushes me back onto the springy material. I prop myself up on my forearms, smirking at June. She climbs into lap and kisses me roughly.

"Lemme take care of you," she whispers.

June slowly rubs her hands up my torso from just above my boxer briefs. I sigh slightly and take a deep breath. Her small fingers start massaging the knots in my neck and shoulders. I relax under her touch.

"You're so tense, baby," June's whisper is raspy in my ear, "Lemme fix that for you, Neymar."

June slowly straddles my hips and leans in to kiss me. I grab her hips and pull her close to me. I feel the tension in my body leaving. June's lips stay attached to mine. She rubs my back and shoulders. I groan slightly into her mouth as she starts to grind on me.

"June, baby doll."

"Shut up and kiss me, you handsome jerk," June whispers fiercely.

Our make out session continues to be quite hot and heavy. I smirk as June takes control. I lay back against the matress and hold June close to my body. One of my hands firmly kneads her butt, and the other tangles in her wavy hair. She pulls away after a little bit. Her cheeks are slightly flushed with swollen pink lips. Her hair is mussed and messy.

"We need to finish getting ready," June whisper breathlessly. I groan knowing she's right.

"Not yet. Come back here, princesa," I whine wanting to keep her close.

"You need to focus on the game, and I need to focus on choosing a pair of shorts to wear."

I sigh heavily as she rolls off me and saunters away, making sure her hips sway. I groan at the sight and lay there for a few extra minutes. I slowly stand up and change into my nice jeans and a jacket.

June saunters out of the bathroom in only my jersey. She walks over and stands on her toes to kiss me. I hold her close and kiss her passionately. She lets out a small squeak of surprise before kissing me back. I smirk before pulling away.

"That's what you get for wearing my jersey and that black lace thong," I growl in her ear.

"You could do with a cold shower to get your head back in the game and out of the gutter," June scolds me.

"June," I whine.

"Neymar," she mocks.

"Just get dressed!" I say to her.

"Alright alright," June smirks.

She quickly dresses herself as I fix my hair. She walks over to the bathroom doorway and smiles. She looks stunning in short shorts with the Brasil flag on the right thigh. June has black and white Nike's on. She pops her phone ,which is in a Brasil phone case, in her purse.