“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that!?” He yelled storming through the door into our apartment. “Me? You’re the one who gets jealous over nothing!” I spat and shut the door behind me. “Don’t you dare call me jealous! There’s a difference between jealousy and fucking flirting with guys at grocery stores,” He laughed sarcastically, “Of all places. A grocery store!” “You’re overreacting!” I threw my bag on the sofa and stormed into the bedroom. I can’t face him, he’s being so idiotic. “Don’t think you can just run away from your problems because they’ll come back and bit you in the ass.” “I’m not running away from my problems, you’re just overreacting over something that didn’t happen!” “You were flirting with him!” “I was not!” “Don’t fucking lie to me, I was standing right there. You looked at me! You fucking looked at me then kept on going with that twat!” “Don’t call him that!” “See, now you’re sticking up for the dick!” My rage was exceeding, I wanted to slap him across the face. “No I’m not, you know I hate that word in general. You’re purposely trying to make me want to kill you!” I snapped. “You hugged him!” He’s going completely off topic. “Yes I did, what’s wrong with that!?” “Come on, Y/N. Do you expect me to act cool the fact that I SAW my girlfriend hugging a random stranger. Do you think I’ll never kiss and tell? What do you expect, or course I’ll be angry as fuck, of course I’ll call him a twat!” He stood there silently, I watched as his face went red.
It was almost like dead air in between us. “Would you chose me or that guy. A guy who mops floors and puts away items on shelves or me, somebody who can get you anything you want.” My eyes widened, “That’s all you think I want? That I want you for your money!?” He can’t be serious. “Well yeah, why would a girl like you be with a guy like me?” “Oh, I dunno. Maybe something called love? It don’t give a shit who you are, if you’re the richest or the poorest man in the world, if I love you and you treat me well then I’m all yours. Although I know … Mark wouldn’t react like this ..” He pinned me against the wall and brought his face closer to mine. “Get off me,” I said through gritted teeth. “Why the fuck should I? You probably want me, like you want … Mark.” I bit the inside of my cheek, he was right. I did want him, badly. But I don’t want ‘Mark’, he’s taking it all the wrong way. “And I’m going to fucking show you that you’re mine, and only mine,” His voice barely a whisper, I can almost taste his breath. His lips moved to my neck. I can’t give him what he wants, he’s gonna have to work harder than that. He sucked harder, causing me to bit my lip harder too.
I won’t give in, I won’t. His hand moved up my shirt and behind my back, unclasping my bra. I watched as it slid down my shoulders and arms, before it lay on the floor, he stepped over it before kicking it away. “That’s my favourite bra,” I stared into his dark caramel eyes. “Well, it’s that just too bad. Mark can buy you a new one,” He smirked. He’s taking it too far. He stepped back and looked at me, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it away. I couldn’t help but look, his tone abs, his v-line and bulk torso. “Like what you see?” He joked and I rolled my eyes. I felt his hand snake it’s way down to my jeans and unbutton them, I watched by the corner of my eye as he did. My eyes travelled to his tattoos, I’ve never taken much notice to them until now. They’re starting to form a sort of sleeve, I know he’s planning on getting more done, I just don’t want him to ruin his body.
"Admiring my tats?" That smirk on his face, how I wanted to just kiss him so he would stop doing that bloody smirk. He must’ve read my mind, he crashed his lips onto mine, slow but hard. He moaned softly into the kiss, but I still wouldn’t give in. My jeans were pulled down and he tossed them away, he quick and fluent, he’s never acted this way. Jealousy. "Justin, please," I whispered, using this time to moan without giving it away. "No. I’m going to fucking show you how I can treat you. How I can love you." He pulled me off the wall and my mind was lost, his kisses and touch had my head spinning, before he pinned me against the wall, again. "I’m gonna fuck you here, I’m gonna fuck you hard," He whispered seductively. I didn’t doubt his words or his tone. He keeps his word, always. He pulled my shirt over my head and threw it away, alongside his jeans. I watched as his chest rose and fell, he was out of breath, already? His boxers slowly made their way down his thighs and ankles, he stepped out of them, doing all this without losing eye contact. He slid his fingers into my underwear feeling down my slit. "Who made you this wet?" He smile crooked. I cocked my eyebrow and smiled. "Mark." His features changed, he seemed angry. He bit his tongue and took a deep breath, removing his fingers from my panties and ripped them apart.
He moved towards the nightstand and opened the drawer, quickly pulling out a small packet and ripping it in between his teeth. I watched in awe as he pulled the condom over his stiff erection. I bit the inside of my lip and curled it into my mouth. “I’m gonna show you what I can do to you, that Mark can’t.” I nodded my head incapable of speech, I wanted him more than anything. He thrusted into me hard, my breath hitched and I bit my lip harder. “Oh god,” I whispered so he wouldn’t hear. He pulled out slowly, I softly sighed. With even more force he thrusted into me, deeper than before. My back hit the wall, aching away. “Justin ..” I pleaded, but he didn’t listen. He continued his actions of slowly pulling out then pushing in harder. He’s taking it all the wrong way, I didn’t flirt with that guy at the store, I wouldn’t do that to Justin, but he just doesn’t know that. “You like that?” He asked as I tried to keep a straight face. “Please ..” I muttered, wanting him to stop being so arrogant and childlike. “Not … Until … I prove my .. Point,” He said in between each thrust, he was going harder every time. I even pinching and biting myself so I wouldn’t scream. I can’t muffle out my cries. “Say something!” He snapped. I looked into his eyes, those eyes. He pressed one of his hand on my waist and the other against the wall to keep balance. “If you want force, then you’ll get force,” I tried to not smile but it’s hard not too. I pressed my lips against his and he began going at a quicker pace, if felt better than before. I pulled away countless times for air, I’ve only ever experienced this Justin once before, it was a good experience. “I-I’m sorry,” I moaned and he stopped.
I gasped and he looked at me. Sorrow in his eyes. “What?” Confusion displayed on his face. “The-The guy-” “You mean Mark?” He panted. “No. I don’t remember his name … I made it up,” I admitted. “What? Why?” We stayed in this position and I looked at him. “Because I wanted to make you angry, so I could have that experience like when we first met. That night we were drunk, I wanted that again ..” I felt myself flush remembering that day, it seemed like just yesterday, not 3 years ago. “Why didn’t you just say so?” He used his hand on the wall for support, I don’t know how much longer until my legs give in, they honestly feel like jelly. “I took this opportunity, and I got what I wanted. I’m sorry,” I looked down and shut my eyes. Hearing it aloud is just stupider, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I guess not. “Then why did you hug him?” I looked at him, his lips trembled worried for my answer. “He was an old friend in school. Just a friend, nothing else. I promise. We were in the same class, he just wanted to say hi. And I told you, I don’t even remember his name,” I explained. “Oh …” He put me down on the ground, “What are you doing?” I asked. “Leaving you alone. I’m such a dick … I’m sorry,” I held his arm and pulled myself towards him, he moaned softly before I kissed him. “If anyone’s sorry, it’s me. I lied,” I pulled away and admired him. “Yes, yes you did,” I swatted him arm playfully. I felt him pull back and come forward, he repeated this action, this time I didn’t bite or cover my mouth, we exchanged moans and the air between us got hotter and thicker, sweat beaded across his forehead and ran down his jawline. His hand dug into my hip while the other was on my cheek, caressing me softly.
Relentlessly he pounded into me, I tried to stifle my moans and screams but it’s impossible for me when I’m with Justin. My stomach turned, I know this will be over quickly. His thrusts became merciful and slow. “Fuck, Y/N!” He shouted closing his eyes, he removed his hand from my hip and held the wall. “J-Justin!” I yelled, my muscles began to tighten and I came undone, I bite onto his shoulder to keep myself from shouting anymore.
My voice was shaky and weak from our previous fight. “Was … That … Better … Than … Mark?” He asked, his movements became sloppier. He’s not going to let that go. “I don’t know who Mark is … But yes,” I tried to catch my breath. I was too spent. I felt his kisses from my shoulder up to my neck as he butterfly kissed his way to my jaw. God, I loved it when he did that. He pulled out and I tried to stand up, which I failed but managed to move to the bed and cover myself. “I’m gonna have a shower, sit tight,” He smirked. “Like I can go anywhere!” I groaned and dropped my head on the pillow. I know I won’t be able to walk tomorrow … Or maybe the rest of the week.
So there you go! Hope you guys enjoyed it. But yeah, okay bye .. :)