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Jealous Guy (John)

I sniffled again as I laid on my bed. My legs were tucked up to my chest and I formed a ball. I tried to make myself as small as possible, I wanted to disappear. I began to cry as I thought of the events that had just transpired .

"I should have fucking known better!" I screamed. I had caught my long time boyfriend, John, cheating on me.
"I should have known you'd go off and do this. Why?" I sobbed.
John just looked at me in remorse.  He had apologized a thousand times, but to no avail.

"Y/N," he said, letting out a shaky breath ,
"I only did this because YOU were talking to that fucking guy," his voice raised in volume.

I looked at him shocked.
"Who? What guy?" I was yelling now.
"That prick down at the bookstore. You think I haven't noticed the way he looks at you?! And you! You laugh at his fucking jokes and you hug him. HIM. I bet you've fucked him too!" He threw his hands up in anger.

"John," I said slowly,
"I have nothing to do with that man. How could you assume that I fucked him? If he fancies me I don't have any thing to do with that. BUT, I did NOTHING in return. I dont give a fuck about him. You are the only man I love, and I thought you'd fucking know that!"

John's facial expression tightened further. He cursed again before attempting to leave the room. I walked over to him, attempting to turn him around by the shoulder. My stomach dropped when he turned around. He raised a hand and slapped me across the face. Hard. The shock  knocked me to the ground. I whimpered in pain.
     Immediately, John's expression was regret and that of similar shock to mine.
"Y/N, I-" He began.
"Save it." I hissed.
   I got up and ran to our room. I got into bed and began to sob. They ripped through me, and I cried loudly. My face still stung a bit.
    John sat on the floor against the door. He put his head in his hands. And I continued to sob into my pillow.
   The door wasn't even locked, but he knew he shouldn't enter.
    A half an hour later. My cries had turned into sniffles. The door creaked open and a slightly disheveled John stood in the doorway. I hid in the blankets as he neared me. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"Y/N, I'm so fucking stupid. I believe you. "
I looked at him over my comforter.
His hand came to brush my hair behind my ear. I flinched as his hand came near. He hesitated at my reaction,cringing.
"Y/N, can I see you properly, please?"

    I sat up reluctantly,  and he nearly burst into tears when he saw the pinkish mark on my face. He softly rubbed the mark and wiped away a tear with his thumb.
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, " he whispered, pulling me close. He rested his chin in top of my head as he held me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be held by him.
"I..I thought you didn't love me anymore. I was scared, and I thought you were going to leave me. I didn't mean to hurt you." He whispered, rocking me a bit.
"I'm sorry that I made you cry."
Still, I cried quietly as he talked.
"I was jealous when I saw you with that guy. So I took the first whore I saw. I was so stupid to think that was revenge, and it didn't make me feel any better after. It hurt me. I felt insecure."

I was silent for a moment, processing what he said.
"John," I croaked softly,
"I wasn't lying, when I said you were the only man I love."
"I know..I know," he repeated softly.
"You're the only girl for me. And," he gestured to my face,
"I'm so fucking sorry about hitting you. I did it because I couldn't process the emotion in me. I know that's not an excuse..do you think you could ever forgive me?"

I looked away to think. Then I looked into his light brown eyes and smiled sadly.  I nodded, and he returned the smile, appreciatively.
He placed his forefinger under my chin to lift my head up. He closed his eyes as he kissed me tenderly, his thin lips embracing mine. I sighed into the kiss, and placed my hands on his strong shoulders. He held me into his arms and lifted me up slightly. Deepening the kiss, his tongue brushed against my lip, and I opened my mouth to let him in.
  The kiss said so much more than words could. His hands roamed down my sides, and I whined at his touch. He released to look at me, his eyes almost seemed closed. He toyed with the waistband of my pajama shorts, (I had forgotten to get dressed that day) and he pulled them with ease. I kicked them off. He stood up a moment to remove his clothing.
  "Y/N, would you let me show you how much you mean to me?"
I nodded.
He crawled on top of me, kissing me again. He leaned down to kiss my neck. When he reached my sensitive spot, I tugged at his hair in approval. He chuckled lightly and continued to lick and suck. His hand reached under my shirt and grabbed my breast gently. I moaned quietly as he tugged at one sensitive nipple. His other hand was next to my head, balancing himself. His other snuck downward, going directly to my core.
Parting my legs, one finger slipped into my entrance.  I moaned as he thrusted lighty into me. His lips came up to kiss me feverishly.
"God, so wet for me love. Good, good." He crooned, and he added another finger. My hips bucked and the ecstasy was taking over.
He slipped out suddenly and I whined. Getting himself ready, he aligned with my entrance. He looked at me for approval and I nodded gently.
He slipped into me slowly. We both sighed in relief. He started rocking into me gently. Leaning down, he whispered,
"All I want to do is to make slow love to you. I want to take you completely."

His thrusts were slow but deliberate.  His hand cupped my face as he kissed me. I could feel him hit inside of me. I whimpered at the perfect feeling. His grunts were quiet, I could tell he was focused on me.
   All that could be heard were our moans and the sound of skin hitting skin. John whispered my name as he began to speed up a little. I moaned a bit louder
"John," I sighed. He groaned in response. 
"Love, I'm not going to last much longer." He stated, his voice strained. He pulled out of me, stroked twice and came onto my stomach.
He collapsed onto me when he was finished. I held him close, my hands running through his soft brown hair.
"Y/N, I love you more than anything.  I promise." He panted, giving my collarbone a quick kiss.
"I love you too, John. Always."
"I'm sorry I'm such a jealous guy. " he said quietly.
I stroked his hair,  breathing in his scent. We cleaned up, then immediately went to bed and fell asleep.