I'm not sure how I'm supposed to comprehend this into something sensible. Well it does make sense but..it hurts. Being married to a multi-millionare for the sake of bussiness affairs is the last thing I would wanna do, but curbed by my deceased mum's will, I had to.
I wouldn't have to, if my dad wouldn't have pushed me. He pressured me, and at some point, I gave in. And here I am, married to a man whom I only saw on the day of our marriage. As weird as arranged marriages are, I thought he'd be super old and well, ugly and arrogant.
Turns out he's not. He's 5 years older than me, not too much. But others would definitely object getting married at the age of 21. I'm not complaining to be exact, but it's sad that I will never be able to find love ever.
I have to be stuck in this until death do us apart as per the vows. Nothing can be taken back, and sometimes it does make me cry. Because I know, I know Messi will never love me. He's a busy man with a cold heart. He's not a tyrant, but I'm not sure if he will like me to even begin with.
Over the past few months of our marriage, I developed a liking for him. There's nothing about him that's not perfect. He's flawless, unlike me. He has everything he's ever wanted. How I wish I could marry someone I'd love, and spend a normal life living like a normal couple.
But I'm here, stuck in a huge-ass house all day long, only to see Messi's face for a few split seconds then his back. He sleeps with his back to my side, well. We've never talked, seriously.
I really wish we did because I find it very weird. Or maybe it's because I'm too young for such bullshit? Maybe. My last and only wish is to feel loved. I lack of it, specially in this marriage. My husband barely talks to, communicates me.. and way far from that lies the kisses.
Yes, I might be sorta lovesick but come on, I'm sure this isn't life. It looks bad complaining but..there's no purposed of life if I really need to spend it this way with zero love or affection or the least, communication. Absolutely nothing.
What's there to do in here? Just fuck his money and stare at the ceiling day-long.
- Ding dong -
Probably Messi. (Change of pov)
Neymar ran downstairs, tripping over and falling nearly face first, but thankfully he landed on his side. He groaned in pain as the door click opened, Messi standing and frowning at the sight.
Throwing his bag aside, he rushed to Neymar and picked him up with care, taking him upstairs without any words exchanged. It felt all foreign to both, since they hadn't ever exchanged any gestures after marriages, let alone even kiss.
Messi placed him on the bed, taking his coat off and rubbing the purple mark forming over Neymar's arm. Neymar hissed, looking at Lionel as they locked eyes.
Neymar wanted to grab his and kiss him now, but he knew that couldn't be done. Why? Their relation was notjing close to platonic, so that stage couldn't be reached. Or so he thought.
- "It could've been worse, Ney. Please watch out and slow down in the stairs, okay?" Lionel said in a soft tone, placing a gentle peck on Neymar's lips, leaving to change and fresh up.
It left Neymar in pure shock. His pupils dilated, his mouth agape from what happened. It was almost too good to he true, that they finally ex-changed words, and most importantly, that kiss.
It left Neymar much flustered than really shocked. He doubted if any such thing would be bound to happen again, but for now, it felt over-whelming. Messi soon returned to find Neymar cupping his face and smiling with a dark hue of red spreading across his face.
Messi just smiled, taking a seat beside Neymar, and too close to even begin with. Yes they're a couple, but judging by their distance since marriage, this closeness right now is something to be doubted.
- "Are you fine, Ney?"
- "U-Uh..Y-Yeah!" Neymar just looked to his lap, not sure what to say. Makes sense, since they've never really talked before.
Lionel just smiled, and the two went to bed when the silence couldn't be taken any longer
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I'm a party guy, but this 'party' surely doesn't give off party vibes. One of the most bland-esque parties I've ever been to, honestly. Well..as long as Messi is here.
- "Hey, you're Messi's husband? Sorry if it came out rude," A tall guy, I assume of six feet, stood with a glass of rum and a smile to his face. He dappered in his suit, but not more than Messi.
- "Yes, I'm Neymar Jr. You are?"
- "Cristiano Ronaldo," He took my hand and..kissed it? Didn't he just say I'm Messi's husband? Then why-
- "I think we could enjoy ourselves away from your husband," Before I coukd protest, He dragged me to the bathroom and shoved me against the wall, kissing me. I tried my best to push him back but he forced on, deepening the kiss. He finally pulled back and I took that chance to slap him. Who does this arrogant, horny bastard think he is?
He just chuckled with a smug look, snickering and looking at me deceptively. What does he fucking want? At this point I could kill him.
- "He doesn't treat you right, why not cheat on him? You're too good for him."
And once again, before I could say anything, I was cut. Messi barged in at the perfect time. I smiled, my hero. He groaned and pushed Cristiano to the floor, grabbing his collar and closing up against his face. Well..for a very distant relationship, he really seems to care. Is it really what I'm thinking? Probably not, just my fantasy.
- "You're no one to tell my husband what to do and what to not. Fuck off." He spat, taking my hand and dragging me away through the hall. I could feel people staring but I couldn't have cared less. (Change of pov)
They drove back home, and with Neymar pushing the car door close, Lionel attacked him with a rough kiss. It took Neymar by surprise, judging by how distanr everything seemed between them. So it was not exactly true.
Lionel kissed and nipped at his lips, stumbling up the stairs, opening their suit and unbuttoning their shirt on the way. He pushed Neymar to the bed, discarding his own clothing and briefs as if in a rush.
But his eyes read lust, love and passion. It was something that Neymar longed to see, and his wish had been granted. Lionel pinned him against the headboard and kissed down the younger's body, pouring in all that he has in him, bottled up from the past months.
Neymar just moaned, there wasn't anything to protest about. Lionel didn't spare a few minutes for prep, shoving his thick and leaking shaft through Neymar's warm and tight hole which hugged his cock perfectly, yet painfully.
Everything happening was desired, but what was desired more was the love. The love that Lionel bottled up and didn't dare to show, lord knows why. What mattered more now, was to enjoy this moment rather than to question why.
- "You're only mine? Do you understand that?" He thrusted mercilessly, leaving Neymar in cloud nine. The pain felt awful, but the pleasure that came with it contradicted the situation.
- "Ah! y-yes- Ugh!"
- "Fuck, look at you, taking my cock like a good boy should." He thrusted deeper, inching closer to Neymar, marking him on the neck.
After their first orgasm, he wouldn't just end it there. There had to be a second round, to celebrate their love being expressed.
- "On your fours for me, baby." Neymar did as instructed, shuddering from the immense pleasure from riding out his previous orgasm. Lionel kissed along his back, thrusting back in.
And once again, it left Neymar ecstatic. Everything was perfect. There was a perfect balance of everything. Love, passion, lust. All that was present was desirable here, and ironically it was what had been bottled up by them.
But now that the barrier was broken, things seemed more normal now, the way it should be between a newly-wed couple for the years to come.
- "Ah! l-leo..~ fuck! S-slow down.."
- "I can't baby..it's too good inside you," Despite saying he wouldn't, he did. Neymar was far too precious and treasured by him to even begin with.
After a few more rough thrusts, their second orgasm came by. Neymar released first, while Lionel continued to make the bed creak and move rythmically with his thrusts.
Soon he released too, the cum leaking as he pulled back. It made him smirk, and tempted him for a third round, but it completely changed when he noticed how Neymar was a brink away from dozing off.
He quickly cleaned him and Neymar up, hugging him by the backside, planting a soft kiss at his nape.
- "I don't know how to explain why I never did this in the first place with you, Ney. But I love you.."
- "I love you too Leo.." Neymar slurred out, before dozing off in the safe hands of his husband, in love as they should've been in the first place.
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1599 words- brah. Oh well. Have two tests tmrw but had to update for my lovelies and this is honestly an apology for not making Neymessi. underEcho ilysm <3