(Short imagine for you guys x)
Neymar laughs, shoving me softly to try and distract me from the game.
“Stop!” I squeal, my fingers moving quickly on the controller as we play FIFA.
I’m winning and well Neymar is a sore loser, a real sore loser.
“Can we stop?” He pouts, clicking pause on the game.
I roll my eyes, glancing across the couch to him.
“What, because you’re loosing?” I tease and Neymar rolls his eyes at me.
“We can do something more interesting..” He mumbles, placing his controller aside.
I flush, tossing my handset aside before shrugging.
“Your sons upstairs…” I whisper.
“He’s asleep…” Neymar says gently, moving his hand to cup the side of my cheek.
I can’t help but giggle as Neymar strokes his fingers down my skin, his soft touch sending a shiver through me.
His lips move to mine, moving deeply before he starts to push me back against the sofa.
“Papi?” Davi mumbles from the stairs and Neymar slowly pulls back, clearing his throat.
“Davi…” Neymar chuckles, rubbing his thigh slowly. “Come to daddy..”
Davi runs over, still holding his teddy tight in his hand before he crawls onto his fathers lap.
“You.. Kiss her?” Davi pipes up as he gazes at his dad.
“Yeah.. I love her, Davi…” Neymar says quietly, glancing to me.
He loves me? My heart almost explodes with love as I giggle and gaze towards him. He loves me!