Dongho was angry, so angry. He read the note you left him over and over again.
"I'll be back tonight, going to meet my best friend."
Dongho had told you before that he didn't like your best friend, he didn't like the way he looked at you, he didn't like the way he touched you, the way he hugged you. Even tough he had told you before, you couldn't help but meet with your best friend. it was your best friend after all.
There was the sound of keys at the door and you came in late at night around ten o'clock. Dongho was waiting for you inside. You put down your keys on the table. "Dongho?" You called out for him, but no reply. You walked into the living room and he was sitting on the couch. He sat there in silence, legs slightly spread apart, his elbows were resting on his knees and his hands in a firm grip supporting his head.
You noticed there was something off about him. The way he stood there all alone in the dark on the couch. "Dongho?" You asked again and sat on the couch next to him. He was giving you the silent treatment, that meant something was wrong. Dongho wasn't good at expressing his feelings, he was doing his best not to yell at you. He wanted to solve this like adults, in a mature way.
"Where have you been?" He asked in a calm tone.
"Didn't you see my note?" You looked at the table to see if it was there.
"Oh, I got it." He said in a sarcastic tone.
You sighed at his reaction and rolled your eyes at him. "Are you at it again, seriously?" You stood up. "I don't get it."
He stood up as well and grabbed your wrist. "We're not done here, don't walk away." You could hear how he was angry, he was trying to keep his voice down, but you could hear it, the anger.
"I'm not walking away, but the thing you're implying is ridiculous." You said.
"Is it?" He squinted his eyes.
"You don't trust me?" You said kind of hurt, you didn't want to accuse him.
"I trust you, it's him I don't trust." His grip tightened thinking about him.
"He's just a friend." You touched his hand gripping your wrist.
"I think he wants more." Dongho had all these thoughts in his head, you had to get them out. "Dongho, listen up. We've had this conversation over and over again. You keep bringing it up. I have told you he is my best friend, I can't just stop seeing him. I already try to see him not as much as I used to, because I know you get jealous easily. Just drop it please." You pulled your wrist out of his grip and walked over to the bedroom. Dongho stood there for a few seconds, letting sink in your words.
"Me? Jealous? Easily?" Dongho paced over to where you were.
He turned you around in one spin and you were surprised to see him like this. You hated arguing and fighting with him. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. You hadn't expected that, but you went with the flow. There was a sort of tension, the two of you had to confirm you still loved each other. Dongho needed that confirmation a lot right now, he wanted to make sure you were his. His movements were rough. His hands roamed all over your body, he needed you right now. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He dropped you on the bed and he didn't have time to waist. He pulled your shirt off, then followed your bra. He got on top of you and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You hands tugged on his hair, making him groan. He let go of you and went on pulling your pants and panties off in one go. He unbuttoned his pants and he pulled them down as well with his boxers. He didn't even have time to take of the rest of his clothes, seeing you naked on the bed was all that was important to him right now. He turned you around so you were laying on your stomach, pulled your hips up and positioned himself at your entrance. He rubbed himself a couple of times against your wetness and you moaned softly. Without warning he just thrust himself inside you and you let out a grunt. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, but that was it. He started thrusting at a rough pace, with every thrust his anger subdued.
"Who' your boyfriend?" Thrust.
"You." Thrust.
"I didn't hear you." Thrust.
"You!" Thrust.
"That's right." Thrust.
"Dongho?" Thrust.
"Yes?" Thrust.
"I love you." Thrust.
"I know baby." Thrust.
"Don't stop please." Thrust.
"I won't." Thrust.
He kept going at an unmerciful pace, but it was hypnotic. The room was filled with the sound of moans and bodies slapping against each other. He kissed your back and held your hips. The two of you were close, but you needed some help so he rubbed your clit and kept pounding into you. You felt your orgasm washing over you and Dongho kept going, not having reached his own. When your muscles tightened around him and when he heard your satisfied moans, that's when he came. Warm fluid being sent inside you. He thrusted a couple more times until he was finished and he collapsed onto the bed with you. You turned around to look at him, you cupped his face with one hand and that angry look in his eyes had cleared. You grabbed his neck and pulled him close to give him a slow, but passionate kiss.
"I think I should get you angry more often." You said and the both of you laughed. Falling asleep in each other's arms.
