"It's not okay. You absolutely can't get close to that person anymore." My boyfriend's jealous sex after I was confessed to is the best.
A Year After Dating My Boyfriend
During the winter, a year after I started dating my boyfriend, I received a confession from someone for the first time in my life.
The person who confessed was a tall, bespectacled, kind-looking classmate from my university. We were in the same classes but had hardly ever talked, except for occasional LINE messages about our courses, to which I would reply.
At that time, and even since we started dating, I had been troubled by my boyfriend's friendships.
My boyfriend had many friends, regardless of gender, and, being about the same height as my 165 cm, he was like a cute little puppy.
He easily became close with girls and continued to chat with many girls on social media, go to Disneyland with mixed-gender groups, and have house parties even after we started dating. Though he never cheated, his close proximity to everyone often made me jealous, leading to frequent conflicts.
So, when I received the confession from my classmate, I couldn't help but think, "Finally!" Even though he never interfered with my friendships and had never been jealous of his past girlfriends, I thought that if he knew someone else had feelings for me, he might finally get jealous.
Since the classmate knew I had a boyfriend, he told me that I didn't need to reply. However, he asked if it would be okay to continue sending LINE messages as before. I said, "Sure, just LINE," because I was eager to see a side of my boyfriend I had never seen before.
That night, I told my boyfriend about the confession during a phone call.
After briefly explaining the situation, he simply said, "Oh, I see," over the phone.
Silence.
I wondered if he was silently angry out of jealousy or simply uninterested. After a while, he spoke again.
"By the way, we were planning to go to the manga café this weekend. How about going tomorrow instead?"
We both loved manga and regularly visited the manga café. The next day, we went to our usual manga café in the neighborhood. We entered a small booth, and our conversation was just as usual. It seemed like he wasn't bothered by the confession at all. Was I the only one who got jealous over things like this?
Ping.
My phone received a notification, which he noticed before I did.
"Your phone's ringing."
I was in the middle of texting my mom, so I opened the notification, expecting it to be from her. But it was from my classmate from the previous day. I realized it just as my boyfriend pushed me down.
"It's not from your mom."
He must have seen the name on the notification, which was obviously a male's name, and quickly pulled down my stockings.
"Sorry, I thought it was from my mom."
"It's not a lie, it's really not."
The more I tried to explain, the harder he kissed me, devouring me. It was sudden. He stripped off my stockings and moved to my underwear, leaving me utterly surprised. Usually, he was gentle and never aggressive. I was the one who teased him most of the time, so this was a shock.
He looked down at me clutching my phone tightly.
"You seem to care a lot about those LINE messages."
I wanted to scream "No," but I couldn't make a sound in the crowded manga café. He roughly pulled up my clothes and underwear, holding my wrist tightly, and started licking my neck, chest, and sides, making squelching noises.
In that tiny booth, with my breasts exposed and lower body completely naked, he looked at me with a mix of desire and contempt.
Ping.
Ignoring the situation, my phone rang again. Unbelievably, it was another message from my classmate, probably because I hadn't replied after opening his previous message. My boyfriend's mocking gaze changed.
Before I could fully comprehend, he had his hand on my overly wet spot.
"You must be close if you're always LINE messaging. Maybe you made him confess."
Unable to do anything but gasp, he continued to tease me, making squelching noises with every movement of his fingers. Every time my phone pinged with a notification, his fingers moved, pushing me to climax. In my dazed state, I saw the message: "I need to check something urgently, so I'll call you."
My heart raced.
A call?
From him?
Right now, in this mess?
"Answer the call," my boyfriend whispered in my ear while penetrating me from behind. The ringing of the phone overlapped with the sounds of our bodies. His relentless thrusting made my hand holding the phone tremble. What if I accidentally answered it?
Known for my quiet demeanor at university, how would my classmate react if he knew I was half-naked and aroused by my boyfriend's aggressive actions?
When the ringing finally stopped, my boyfriend, still thrusting, leaned over and whispered in my ear while biting it.
"You absolutely can't get close to that person anymore. Understand?"
Despite the situation, his words made my heart race with affection. No matter how many times I agreed, he kept saying, "No, you can't," "I love you," while licking my ear and never stopping his movements.
He targeted my nipples, neck, and lower body, making my whole body feel like an erogenous zone.
By the time he finished, I was exhausted and couldn't move. As I lay there, he continued to kiss me, whispering, "No, I love you," over and over. In my distant consciousness, I thought, maybe he's more jealous than I ever was. Or perhaps he's just learning what jealousy feels like for the first time.
[Translated by cyntia]