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Skate Maloley: Dinner With A Side Of Jealousy

-Background-
You and Nathan, your boyfriend of 2 years, are going on a date. Your lives are pretty normal. Every day, week, and month you do the same thing. You two go to work, get back, make dinner, shower, and then sleep. You were getting tired of it, so tonight you decided to have some fun with Nathan.
-Your POV-
I stepped out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around my body. I slip dark-wash, high-waisted jeans on over my black lacy thong. I pick a white Led Zeppelin crop top and hightop Converse to go with it. I match the outfit with small diamond stud earrings and spray perfume on my neck. I sit on the edge of our bed and text Nathan.
-Text Message Conversation-
Me: hey im ready for tonight. what time are u getting off of work ??
Nathan: im about to leave. where are we going again? do i need to dress nice?
Me: no, im wearing jeans & a tshirt. we're going to applebees i guess since u didnt make dinner reservations anywhere else
Nathan: ok can u iron my flannel?
Me: sure what color?
Nathan: black & white one. thanks babe ur the best
Me: u know it (;
-Your POV-
We are now on our way to Applebee's (it's a laidback restaurant/bar place if you don't know). We pull into the parking lot and there's only three other cars, which is surprising for it being a Friday night. We walk in and a hostess greets us, "Hello. Welcome to Applebee's. How many seats?" "Just us two", Nathan says while holding my hand. She seats us at a booth saying, " A waiter will be right with you", before walking away. I see a tall, muscular, bronzed figure walking towards us. "Hey, I'm William. I'll be serving you guys tonight! Can I start you off with some drinks? Maybe an appetizer?", he says while grabbing a notepad and a pen out of his pocket. I smile up at him, and ask for a Mike's Hard Lemonade. Skate asks for a Bud Light. He walks away. Skate and me start up a conversation about sports. We end up talking about college volleyball. "I swear I would go lesbian for her. She's so beautiful", I say, talking about a teammate of mine. The waiter comes back with our drinks, "Whoever it is, I'm sure she's not prettier than you", he says while winking and then walking away. I blush. "Are you fucking kidding me, y/n? You're going to blush after he says that bullshit? What the fuck?" "It's not my fault. I didn't do anything to provoke him", I defend myself. I shrug my shoulders and continue to suck drink after drink down. I become tipsy and Skate is obviously boiling with anger. "Hey you're really cute, you know that? If I didn't have a boyfriend, I would probably fuck you", I say slurring my words at the waiter. "Um... here's the check. I don't need a tip. Have a great night you guys", the waiter responds awkwardly and then shuffled away. I look at Skate and he's glaring at me with anger in his eyes. He lays $50 on the table and grabs my hand, yanking me out of the booth. We rush to the car and he speeds home. We didn't talk at all. We went inside, Skate went upstairs, leaving me in the entryway confused. I slowly walk upstairs and find him sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. "Get the fuck out, y/n. Now!", he raises his voice at me. His yelling booming through the room startles me. "I... I really don't know what to say. I'm sorry. This isn't how it was supposed to go." "How this was supposed to go?", he says repeating my words, "What do you mean? You were planning something?" "Well I was going to flirt a little, tiny bit just to get you jealous. And then I was assuming  it would lead to hot sex... but I-I don't know I started drinking and stuff... but that's not an exc-" "I don't want to hear it, y/n. I'm honestly done with your bullshit", He says, still with his head in the palms of his hands. "O-ok, just know I'm really sorry." I walk downstairs, starting to cry. I grab a glass of water and aspirin, to try and avoid a headache in the morning. I lay down in our bed and think about where the night went so wrong. Skate walks in and I wipe my tears. He lays down next to me. He wraps his arms around my waist, I'm guessing as a silent acceptance to my apology. We cuddle for a few minutes. "I'm willing to forgive you fully, if you are down for some make-up sex. I know it's not what you planned... the angry sex and all... but it's something", he whispers in my ear. I turn to face him and attach our lips. He hovers over me, using one hand to support his weight and the other to slide down to my panties. He slips a hand in and starts rubbing my clit. I moan into the hot kiss. He gets on his knees, while in between my thighs. He slides my pajamas down and looks into my eyes. He slowly goes into me. He leans his head back at the pleasure. I take a fistful of sheets and squeeze my eyes shut. He starts thrusting in and out of me at a good pace. Our skin slapping together and his deep husky moans are pushing me to my orgasm. I reach a hand down and rub my clit to add more pleasure. "Fuck I'm going to cum, baby", Skate moans while thrusting harshly. I rub my clit faster and faster... a bubbling sensation builds in my stomach. "Nathan, please go harder. I'm almost there", I moan. He slams into my tight pussy and my walls tighten around him. He pulls out and rubs himself until he cums on my stomach. He lays next to me, breathing heavily. "Don't ever do that dumb shit again", he says before turning over and going to sleep. I lay there still trying to recover from the orgasm.