Dirty Imagines... NeymarJr

Imagine 1.

This imagine is for my girl Ariella, she loves Neymar too much.

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Ariella P.O.V

The cold, hard rain hit my exposed skin harshly as I ran towards my car. It's 11:30 PM and my job shifts' over finally. I shoved my keys into the car and roar off towards my loft. Back to studying tomorrow; I thought to myself. I blasted the warm heat through my car to help me dry some until I get back to my loft a couple miles from the campus.
I finally pull into the parking lot, and simultaneously, so does another driver, in a nice Audi sedan. I remove my keys from ignition and brace myself as I know I'll have to get wet again. My finger presses down on my automatic trunk button on my keys and I hop out and quickly grab my belongings I'll need in my trunk.
As I was running towards my loft, I felt something slip and fall. My iphone! I stopped on the dime and picked it up, carefully examining it for cracks or anything. I was about to start running again until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I am not in the mood to deal with another homeless person begging for money; I thought.
I turn anyway to see who this is, and what they want.
"Do you need help?" He asks, his voice broad and husky, a Brasilian accent very evident in his tone. It's too dark for me to be able to see his face, but I can tell it is long and thin, and he has small hints of a growing beard.
"No thank you sir, do you live around here?" I questioned
"Just moved here about 2 weeks ago. How about you?"
"I've been here for about 3 months, I needed a nice little place to stay while I'm in college, so I bought myself a loft."
"I see you've got very good taste."

I can't help but think of the fact that such a stranger could get me to stand out in the pouring rain and hold a convo with me, but for some reason, this guy intrigued me. I wanted to know more about him.
"Well, I've got to get going, I have much studying to do." I reply, I really do tho.
"Ok. Neymar Jr, but you can call me Juninho or Neymar." He held out his hand for me to shake, but instead kissed it.
"Are you Brasilian?" I ask, Juninho is what they used to call my father, he was a Junior.
"Sim,"
"That's interesting me too. Oh and my name is Ariella, it was a pleasure talking with you Neymar,"
"You too, you know, would you want to come hang with me and my team tomorrow?"
"Sure I'd love to."

Ariella you stupid little girl, you barely know the guy, let alone his team.

"Here's my number, text or call me when you get in ok?"

"Okay, see ya."

And with that, we parted ways. I wondered to myself who this Neymar guys really was, and who is his team. The bag holding my things was soaked, but everything inside was dry, perfect.
I turned on the shower and got lost in the feeling of the exhilarating water. Thoughts about everything rushed through my mind as I remembered to text Neymar after I finished. After I dried off I grab my phone and type:

What's up?😁

Soon after, I get a lightning fast response,

Hey! Nothing, just waiting to talk to you!😉
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Part 2 coming soon, some of them might have parts to them, but probably no more than 3 tho.
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