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𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠:

  𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝 






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BRUNA  and I sit in the suite of the PSG stadium.


Real was playing PSG in a friendly match. Kylian was my best friend, so I almost felt as if I don't cheer for him I'm betraying him, but Rodrygo is my man, so I was conflicted. 


"How are you liking Paris so far?" Bruna laughs, "Oh, I miss it so much Bru, you have no idea," 


She laughs as we continue to watch, "I wish you guys came here more, Ney gets so bored so fast," "I've been telling Rodrygo that we need to get a vacation home here, but he doesn't listen," I shake my head. "I'll have Neymar start chirping in his ear," 


The game was intense, Kylian was dribbling up to the door when he rockets a volley into the back of the net. Bruna and I jump, cheering and screaming. 


When I realize what I was doing, I quickly stop and sit back down, "Y/N, celebrate!" Bruna laughs. 


I shake my head and point, "If Rodrygo finds out," I huff. 


She laughs and sits down, "Jealous?" "Absolutely, he gets very jealous," I tell her. 


She laughs and shakes her head, "Sounds like a typical Brazilian man," 


The game finished, it was a tie, two-to-two. 


Bruna and I walked to the tunnel, waiting for our men to come out of the locker room. 


The PSG door opens at the same time as the Real one, Rodrygo, Eder, and Vini come out one door as Neymar and Marcos come out the other. 


"Irmãos!" Neymar shouts down the tunnel. 


They all walk to each other, engulfing each other in giant hugs, "How long are you here for?" Neymar asks, "Well, Y/N and I are staying for the week, but they're going back tomorrow," Rodrygo wraps his arm around my shoulders. 


"Where are you guys staying?" "We rented a beautiful villa," I tell him, "You should've stayed with us!" Neymar says, "I told her that, she didn't listen," Bruna interjects, "Alright, alright," I put my hands up. 


As we continue to laugh and talk, the locker room door opens and Sergio and Kylian walk out. 


"The party has arrived!" Sergio laughs. 


"Kyks!" I slither out of Rodrygo's arms. 


"Hi," he laughs as he hugs me tightly, "You played great,"


I unwrap my arms from him and walked back to Rodrygo, his nostrils were a bit flared and his grip tightened around my waist. 


"Let's do a big dinner tonight!" Sergio suggests, "That sounds amazing," Bruna smiles, "I'm down," 


We all nod and agree, "Perfect, I'll text you all details," Sergio nods. 


Rodrygo and I walk out of the tunnel, getting into our rental car, "You played great," he mimics my tone. I stare at him and scrunch my face, "What?" 


"You know what?" he huffs as he sits in the passenger seat. 


We get back to our rental home, and Rodrygo had yet to mutter a word as we pulled into the driveway. 


I shut the gate behind us and get out of the car, we walk up to the door and I unlock it, we shuffle inside, Rodrygo dropping his bag at the door. 


I walk over to the couch, sitting down, "How long until dinner?" he asks, "Few hours," 


"Perfect," he smirks as he sits down next to me. 


He pulls me into his lap, snaking his hands up my shirt. "You know I don't like how friendly you are with Kylian," he starts as he kisses my neck. 


"I just said good game," I tell him, he shakes his head, "Not the point," 


I stare at him as I run my hands through his hair, "You're mine, you're only supposed to celebrate me, no one else," he mumbles. 


"I always do," 


His hand goes to my jaw, brushing my jawline.


He leans up and kisses me, tangling his fingers in my hair.


The kiss became passionate and longing, he hungrily bit my lip, sucking on it as well.  


I moan softly as I grind against him, digging my nails into his shoulders. 


He slowly leans me over, laying me on my back. He kneels between my legs and unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down my body. 


I kick my heels off and take my shirt off, leaving me just in my bra now. 


He hovers over me, kissing down my body, "How much time do we have?" he asks. 


"Couple hours," 


"Mm, no time for foreplay,"  he mumbles. 


He takes his shirt and pants off, leaving himself naked. 


He strokes his hard cock, before teasing my clit with his tip. "Fuck, just stick it in already," I groan. 


He smirks and slowly plunges into me, allowing me to let out a loud moan. 


My hands travel up his sides, and he lifts my legs a little wrapping them around his waist so he can plunge into me deeper.


My nails dig and scratch up his back, "Right there baby," I pant as he continues. 


"Whose are you?" he asks as he quickly thrusts, "Mm," I hum. 


"Huh?" he tilts my chin up, "Yours," I huff. 


"Good girl," 


He continues to quickly thrust into me, leaning down, lightly sucking on my breasts and nipples. "This is my pussy," he grunts.


He gracefully moves his hand up to my neck, loosely wrapping his hand around my neck. 


"Tão linda, tomando meu pau. só meu pau," Rodrygo grunts. 


"Right there baby," I gasp as he hits the spot each time. 


"I'm close," he groans as he continues. 


"I'm gonna," I pant, "Hold it," his grip tightens on my neck.


"I can't!" I exclaim.


He goes faster, "Fuck," I moan loudly as he grunts.


He pulls out, finishing on my midsection. 


I unwrap my legs from him, as he slides off the couch. He walks over into the bathroom, grabbing a rag with warm water.


He wipes my midsection off as I calm my breathing down. 


After he puts the rag into the laundry room, he slides his underwear on and then lays between my legs, putting his head on my chest. 


"What time is it?" I ask as I run my fingers through his curls, "Mm, like six forty-five," he tells me. 


"Come on, we have to be ready in an hour so we can be at the restaurant at eight," I try to get up, "Then let's go shower," he smirks. 











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