"Emily, how are things with your boyfriend lately?"
"Oh, nothing much~ Everything's going well! Haha, I really like him! Haha"
"Hey, that's so sweet! I'm so jealous."
I have a boyfriend who is a year younger than me. We met in class and became close friends, and we've been dating for almost six months now. Today is a club drinking party. It has become an unspoken rule for us to reply to each other's messages during the party.
"Drink more! Should I order the next drink?"
"Yeah! Just a moment, let me reply to a message."
"You're such a good girlfriend."
Halfway through the party, I pick up my phone to send a message.
"...Huh? It won't turn on."
However, no matter how much I try to turn it on, the screen remains dark.
"Is it broken... or maybe the battery died?"
No matter how much I try, the phone won't turn on, and I didn't bring a mobile charger.
"Hey, does anyone have a mobile charger? If you do, could you lend it to me?"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't bring mine today."
"I don't have one either..."
Everyone around me was out of luck.
"Thanks, thanks. I'll just tell him my phone died when I get home, so it's fine!"
The party continued until almost the last train, and since it had been a while since we all gathered, it got quite lively. I got pleasantly drunk and took the train home.
"Welcome back."
"I'm home!"
"Did you have fun?"
"Yeah! It was fun!"
"That's good."
As usual, my boyfriend greeted me at the entrance. Feeling pleasantly drunk, I tried to hug him, but he quickly pushed my hand away.
"John? What's wrong?"
"...Emily, you're drunk."
"Hmm, just a little. It was quite lively, you know."
"You had so much fun that you forgot to reply to my messages?"
His cold voice reminded me that my phone's battery had died.
"Oh, that's right!! Sorry, my battery died... I couldn't reply, I'm sorry."
"Hmm."
"I'm sorry... Are you mad?"
I asked John cautiously, hearing his indifferent voice.
"I understand, but still."
Suddenly, John turned around and pushed me against the wall.
"Wearing such a cute outfit, with that cute face, getting drunk, with guys around, and being so engrossed, I don't like it."
"Wait, John, ah,"
He pinned my arms against the wall and kissed me forcefully. He pried my mouth open and his tongue invaded, disrupting my breathing.
"Wait, mm... John,"
"Shut up, I won't wait."
John grabbed my hand and threw me onto the bed in the living room.
"Sorry, but it's also your fault for making me jealous, Emily."
"Wait, I'm sorry,"
Despite my resistance, he started undressing me. John kissed my exposed skin. My body, already heated from the alcohol, grew even hotter, and I felt sweat forming.
"Ah, it hurts,"
"Hmm? Did it hurt? Sorry, but this is a mark."
I felt a prickling pain in my chest. Where John had sucked hard, there would be a red mark. His tongue slipped inside my underwear, touching the sensitive spot.
"Ah, no..."
"No? It's not, right? Because it's so hard."
"Don't say that... ah,"
Every time his hot tongue sucked, I let out an embarrassing sound. When I tried to cover my mouth with the back of my hand, John laughed and pushed my hand away.
"Embarrassed by your voice? I'll cover it for you."
John's hand, much larger than mine, covered my mouth. As he licked all over my body, I could only twist my body to escape the pleasure.
"Hmm, mm...! Mm,"
"Don't move."
John whispered in a low voice, as if to restrain me. As I tried to endure the pleasure without moving, John's fingers entered me.
"Ah... ugh,"
"It's so hot and wet. Does it feel good?"
"Mm... no,"
"Hey, I'm asking if it feels good?"
John, who usually made sweet and gentle love, seemed a bit mean today.
"It feels good..."
"Good, you said it well."
He added a second finger, moving them inside me. As he pressed the hot walls inside me slowly and thoroughly with his fingers, I couldn't hold back my voice.
"John, it feels good, mm... ah, no, not there,"
"Does it feel good here?"
"Ahhh!!"
He stimulated a sensitive spot, making my hips lift. Even so, without changing the speed, John's fingers continued to torment me inside.
"Ah, it feels weird, wait... mm,"
"Are you about to come?"
"I don't know, no, wait... ah,"
"Just come, like that."
"Ahhh, John, no... I'm coming, I'm coming...!!!!!!"
My whole body convulsed, and waves of pleasure washed over me repeatedly.
"You can come just from inside, you're a pervert."
John pulled his fingers out of my wet insides and grabbed a condom.
"Only I get to see this side of you, Emily."
He picked up the discarded T-shirt and tied my wrists above my head.
"John...? What's this?"
"Hmm? I thought your hands might get in the way."
"It's embarrassing,"
"Shut up."
Ignoring my resistance, he fixed my tied hands and positioned himself. His hard, hot length slowly entered me. Just that made me feel like I was losing my mind.
"So tight,"
"Mm, you're all the way inside..."
Once he was fully inside, I was filled with John to the deepest part of me.
"Emily, you're cute."
He whispered and then pulled back his hips, thrusting deeply in one go.
"Ahhh!!!"
"Feels good,"
At a steady pace, he thrust inside me, and all I could do was let out my voice. Trying to escape the pleasure, I twisted my body, but with my hands tied, there was no escape.
"No, not deep inside, no... mm, John,"
Ignoring my words, John didn't stop moving.
"Ah, I'm going to come..."
"Mm, ah,"
John's movements slowed, and he twitched inside me.
"Ah... Emily, are you okay?"
"Mm..."
John stroked my head and gently kissed me.
"Sorry for being jealous. I couldn't help it."
"No, I'm sorry. I'll be more careful."
John hugged me and kissed my cheek. I thought I should be careful not to make him jealous in the future, but I also found that I liked his slightly forceful side.
Fin.
