NJR Short Stories

Distance (18+)

Please be aware that this is a maturely rated imagine.

It had been two years since Neymar and I were married. We didn't get along too well. I wasn't sure why we were still married honestly. He would come home from practice and either get into the shower and head back out or he'd invite his friends over and spend time with them.

There was never any bonding between us. The closest it got to was me making breakfast for him, which he rarely ever touched before he left. We would sleep in the same bed whenever he decided to sleep at home. But it would be me on my side of the bed, and him on his side, I usually fell asleep before he got in or he'd knock out as soon as he hit the bed.

We barely spoke either, there was nothing to talk about. It was a very dim relationship. Dim after we failed in having children. I wanted children badly, he wanted them too. We spent our first year of knowing each other through sex and passionate love making anywhere and everywhere. After we got married we were determined to have kids but it was six months after we got married we noticed nothing was progressing. I wasn't able to conceive at the time and we gave up. Ever since then we calmed down. He tended to get angry often, usually taking his anger out on me. If we did have sex, it would be rough and forced, me eventually giving in towards the end.

Lately his attitude had changed slightly. He was more quiet than usual, not as angry as before.

I set the plates of pasta down on the table and poured the drinks of sparkling juice in each glass.

He came into the kitchen and I could hear his footsteps as he walked through to the dining room and sat down at the table.

"What is this?" He asked.

I turned around to see him holding up his drink.

"Apple." I replied.

He sighed and got up with his glass throwing the sparkling juice into the sink and rinsed the glass as he took it to the fridge.

I watched as he brought out the milk and poured the glass full of it.

Why couldn't he just tell me?

I left him in the kitchen and headed to the dining room sitting down at the table in front of my food. It smelled delicious, like always. Maybe this is why he stayed with me.

Shortly after, he arrived at the table as well. I was surprised he was finally sitting and eating with me. But I thought too soon.

He took his plate and walked away from the table and into the living room and I heard the tv switch on.

With a sigh and a depth of the usual sadness within me, I finished the remainder of food on my plate and took the dishes to the sink to rinse.

Everyday consisted of this, the same process over and over. The same distance over and over.

I felt something wrap around my waist and I gasped silently in surprise as a hand took the plate away from my hand.

He stood behind me pressing his chest against my back and I could feel the heat of his body radiate towards mine.

"It was delicious." He whispered into my ear leaving a soft kiss on the back of my neck. I instantly blushed with his gentle actions. This was unusual.

His hand snaked lower down beneath my pants and his palm cupped my panties applying pressure against my core with his fingertips.

Of course. He wanted sex.

More kisses were placed against my neck but they were soft and lingering. Not like his usual rough kisses and bites.

My heart started fluttering at his touch and how gentle he was with me. His breath tickled my skin as he pulled my waist closer to his and I could feel his hard on against my butt as he tried to grind against it slowly.

I wasn't in the mood for sex right now honestly. Though he was turning me on, I was feeling a little sick.

"Ney.." I muttered trying to move away from him. I turned around to face him and pushed my hands against his chest but his arms drew me in closer. "Ney stop."

Ignoring my request, he took my wrists in his palms and pulled them away from his chest as he leaned in closer leaving kisses on my neck again.

I was feeling light headed and I knew I would be out if I didn't have a seat.

"Ney stop." I said it a little louder this time and managed to pull away from him as I slipped out of the kitchen and upstairs before I could even see his reaction. I didn't hear him follow me, and I was thankful. I didn't want him to follow me.

Once I reached up the stairs, feeling sicker than earlier, I headed straight to the bedroom without switching the lights on and crept into bed curling up into a ball.

It took me a while to fall asleep but I eventually did in peace and quiet. My mind went blank as it rested and eased from the usual thoughts that buzzed in my head.

I felt a cold chill suddenly and cool hands wrapped around my waist. A wisp of hot breath lingered against my neck as the hands felt my stomach gaining warmth from my heated body.

I felt a body against my back and soft lips were pressed against my neck in a caressing manner. I groaned silently in response feeling aroused from the comfort of the dream. This was the kind of loving I liked, soft and gentle.

The kisses continued and the hand began roaming around my waist, feeling my skin.

I rolled over comfortably, still feeling the hands around my waist but they pulled me in closer. My chest felt exposed and I could hear the ragged breathing of someone else right in front of me.

I opened my eyes seeing Ney laying in front of me, his eyes burning with lust and his hands slowly unbuttoning my blouse effortlessly.

He was shirtless and I couldn't remember the last time I saw him shirtless this close to me. I noticed he had a few new tattoos as well. The most prominent one being a tattoo of a girl on his right arm. I recognized the girl as Rafa.

This was strange. I felt like it was a whole new person in front of me. Someone I didn't know. Someone I didn't recognize. This is how long we had kept our distance from each other... This is how bad it got.

"I miss you." He whispered so quietly I almost missed it. There was a hint of sadness in his voice and it smacked me like a blow to the chest.

I had a huge soft spot for him.

Once he was done unbuttoning my blouse it hung loosely around my shoulders and he resumed to wrapping his arms tightly around me as he pulled me even closer. This time for a kiss.

I returned the kiss just as passionately but I regretted it as soon as I did. Not because I didn't want to kiss him.. But because the same sick feeling swamped back into my stomach. I knew for sure I had eaten something bad.

His hand slipped lower as it now tugged on my pants trying to pull them off. His boner had grown increasingly and was pressing hard against my stomach.

I really didn't want to lead him on knowing I wouldn't be able to take it. Breaking away from the kiss, I pushed against his chest trying to get his attention.

"Ney please stop. I don't feel good." I whispered looking up at him.

"It'll be fine." He assured. And with that he continued to where he was. He succeeded in getting my pants loose and off me as he kicked them down to the bottom of the bed tucked under the covers.

His lips found their way to my neck leaving breathless kisses as he slipped the blouse off my shoulders exposing my simple black bra.

I lay beneath him with just my underwear and bra on. My chest rose and sunk in anticipation to what he was going to do next. But I knew whatever it was, there was no stopping him.

...To be continued!

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