Requested - “Aye, Papi” - Neymar Imagine.
“He’s asleep…” Neymar mumbles quietly as he shuts our bedroom door slowly behind him.
He’s got the week off work so we’re having his young son - Davi - for the entire week. I’ve never seen Neymar smile so much, it’s adorable to watch them play together! Though playing with him all day was amazing, it was sure a relaxing moment when it was finally silent; when the young boy fell asleep and we could have some time alone.
Tonight though seemed like a game, Neymar chased Davi round and round the house and he refused to get any sleep. When he finally got into bed, he refused to sleep until Papi read him a bedtime story; this was knocking on nine o'clock.
The day of chasing around the young boy, I needed to relax and kissed him goodnight before going to get ready for bed. I’d stripped to just my underwear, pulled my hair out of it’s bobble so it flowed over my shoulders and crawled under the sheets.
That brings us back to now, Neymar finally coming back into the room at quarter to ten- I swear Davi has the energy of every child around the room. It was probably the extra bag of sweets earlier. Note to self, no sweets for Davi around dinner time!
“Hey babe..” I whisper, pushing myself up on my elbows as I gaze across the room to him.
Neymar easily pulls off his shirt, tossing it aside before he reaches for the buckle on his jeans; tugging them open.
“Alone time..” Neymar smirks, kicking off his jeans easily before he crawls his body over mine; hovering over me.
Giggling, I lay back easily on the expensive mattress and gaze up at him. Davi has only been here two nights and it feels like months since I’ve gazed into his eyes- those hazel beautiful eyes.
“You’re my Papi now?” I tease, my fingers slowly starting to brush against his chest; giggling.
Neymar chuckled as he dips and starts to kiss down my neck, his lips easily smothering me in warm kisses down the sensitive spots on my neck.
I moan, tilting my head back and closing my eyes whilst I feel his teeth nip against my collarbone.
“Aye, Papi..” I moan, pushing my fingers through his overly grown hair, tangling my fingers slowly.
Neymar reaches to my bra, slowly starting to rub my breasts through the fabric. He squeezes, massages and rubs gently whilst I wriggle gently under his grasp. His expert touch feels so unique to my inexperienced body; Neymar was the one that taught me everything I know - the little I do know - in the short time we’ve been together. Before I met him I’d only ever been kissed twice; he showed me a completely different world. The world of pleasure.
He gave me nights after nights of warm touches, teaching me this way and that; climax after climax would make me plead more for his body.
Quickly, Neymar’s wet kisses are on my belly button as he pulls the sheets down whilst he goes. His nose lightly rubs against the small fabric of my thing which lays on my hips; his eyelashes fluttering whilst he gazes up at me.
“Baby..” He chuckles, his hot breath lowering before I feel him through the pathetic material of my underwear.
An involuntary whine slips my lips as I watch his erotic movements; his fingers looping through my underwear before he starts to glide them down.
My heart is pounding an abuse against my chest and I feel like it’s about to break out my chest. I can hardly hear my breathing through my heart beat which sounds so heavy like it’s in my ears.
“Don’t tease..” I groan, tugging at the ends of his soft, gelled hair.
“Don’t tease, what?”
“-Papi…” My voice comes out pleadingly, whining as I flex my hips up to him.
“There’s my girl..” Neymar growls quietly before he leaves me completely; gliding back up my body with ease and presses his lips to mine.
Automatically my legs are around his easy, pulling him closer for more contact as we kiss roughly; exchanging wet, warm kisses.
“Against the wall.” I beg throughout our kisses.
“Ah ah..” His voice is scolding, but he has a smirk on his lips as he gazes down at me. “Papi makes the rules.”
I whine, pouting a little but he only plants a chastely kiss on my lips.
Slowly, I open my mouth to protest but I’m interrupted.
“Daddy!” Davi shouts out a cry from his nursery and a small sigh slips my lips.
He’s awake again, he’s awake and wants his daddy.
Neymar smiles gently towards me, kissing me again before he slides away from me.
“Need my help?” I ask, smiling weakly as I gaze across at him whilst he changes.
I’m tired and honestly don’t want to move from the comfort of my bed but I don’t want Neymar to leave; it’s one of those dash where I want to see him.
“Nah, baby… You sleep, I’ll sort him out.” Neymar says before he flashes me a cheeky, goofy smile. “Daddy’s coming!”
He shouts to his son and I smile softly, I could never think of Neymar without his baby boy; ever.
I slump on the bed and huff as I stare at the ceiling. My eyes are tired, willing me to sleep but my body is now at full alert, ready to be touched and awaiting.
He wants me to sleep? After that! Sighing, I roll onto my side and curl my legs tightly to my chest, closing my eyes.
I’m just starting to fall asleep when I hear the door creek open again and then shuts before the bed dips aside me.
“I’m back..” Neymar mumbles, wrapping his arms around me. “Sleep tight, Princess…”
I roll over against his chest, wrapping my body around his and finally; I start to drift off in my lovers arms.