Yandere! ex who you broke up with because you lowkey felt that he was too good for you. Like wdym you're rich, handsome, 6ft, AND a green flag??? Doesn't help that he has plenty of admirers too, you can feel the jealous stares and whispers when you two are out in public.
For the sake of your mental health, you had to end things with him. Sure, you loved him but how can a relationship work if he's the only one feeling good in it? It's really a shame, you know you'll never find someone like him ever again.
So why did you break up with him? Did he... Do something to hurt you??? To offend you? Hey, you know he's sorry right? He'll do anything to make up for it. Just... Just unblock him, would you? He won't get mad, he promises!
"Baby, please open the door... I'm sorry if I did anything to upset you, okay? I'll... I'll do anything to make it up to you!"
He's been at it for a few weeks now. Getting all pathetic and trying to get through to you. Funny, huh? He never thought that someone could get him all sappy like this. He's dated a few times before you, yet he's never felt as compelled to get back together with one of his exes like he does with you.
"Babe, this is just plain wrong. You didn't even explain what I did wrong. How can this work if you don't give me a chance?"
His voice slips into a whine, hands pawing at your front door as he continues begging you to open it. He thought you two had something special! And everything was good, wasn't it? He treated you well, his family loves you, you two were happy-
His hands falter for a second, eyes widening as he begins spiraling right at your front door. Oh no... All these months of happiness together, what if it's only been one-sided?
But you looked alright to him! Plus whenever he asked you were totally alright! You have to be fine, right? Right?!
"Babe, open up please? I just need to know you're fine."
His hands jingle your door knob more insistently now. No no no, he has to see for himself that you're alright. What if you hurt yourself? Did someone make you block him? Oh that's got to be it, the darling he knows would never do that!
That's when you finally reply to him.
"Stop coming here. We broke up."
You open your door ever so slightly to give him a pitying expression, eyes staring him through the gap in your door. You don't release the latch obviously, but still, don't you know not to open the door for anyone?
He wedges his foot in between the gap, a large hand coming into open the door. You watch in horror, too slow in trying to resist as he suddenly rips the latch off, the door opening uselessly.
"Did you know how worried I was for you darling? A break up is done by two parties, and I didn't agree with it. Also you were probably pressured into breaking up anyway so it's null."
His chest heaves, eyes swirling with manic worry as he drops to his knees in front of you. His hands reach out to your legs before he allows them to fall to his lap.
Instead they come to clasp together in front of his face, as though he were praying to you.
"Darling, whatever I've done to make you mad. I'm so sorry. I'm ready to do anything as a form of punishment to make up for my wrongdoings."
"What are you doing? You've done nothing wrong!"
The air shifts the second those words leave your lips. You probably shouldn't have said that. His eyes have shifted, from desperate to... More desperate?
"Then that means you admit you've done something wrong?"
He smiles, getting up on his feet before cornering you against the wall. You feel your chest thump erratically as he shuts your door with a soft thud, locking it as he presses his body against yours.
His hand rests on your cheek in a gesture of imitated intimacy. One from simpler times, one before you decided to hurt him with that breakup of yours.
"How could you try and leave me? I need you."
His breath fans your face, eyes boring holes into you. His soft hands tighten on your face, holding you in place as he continues his heartbroken monologue.
"And you need me as well. We both know that."
You want to shake your head, to tell him that you didn't need him. But what could you do? He's got you frozen in place.
"Hey... Do you know how sad I've been? Without you it feels like a piece of me is missing."
His voice comes out whiny, his nose burying itself in the crook of your neck. He inhales sharply, hands dropping from your face to your hips. You freeze in place, feeling your heart swell unwillingly as you remember all the sexual times you two had. You can't lie, he's been perfect to you. Both in your emotional and romantic relationship and your sexual one.
"Let me show how much I've missed you, please?"
With your agreement, he immediately connects your lips, not giving you a second to breathe as the clothes come falling to the floor in a messy pattern. He kicks his shoes off by the door, arms hoisting you up before he pushes you down the couch and hovering over you.
"You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I think I'll genuinely go crazy without you."
He tossed his shirt off, revealing that toned body you've always admired. A wave of insecurity washes over you even as he kisses and leaves a trail of sweet nothings on your skin.
"What are you thinking about? Not another man I hope."
His voice comes out like a tease, but you hear the undertone of a growl in his words. You want to tell him the truth, but how can you when you feel so inadequate compared to him? What if he laughs? What if he-
"You're beautiful as you are, I'm so fucking thankful you chose me."
Your thoughts are silenced with a desperate kiss, his hands roaming your naked body as his cock nudges at your entrance. He lets out a soft groan at the feeling of your naked bodies pressed together like this, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he goes back to kissing you.
"I can't get enough of you, you're so perfect."
He enters you in one swift go, swallowing all your tiny gasps and moans. He sets a relentless pace from the start, his hips slapping yours at an almost desperate rate.
"You don't know how much you've changed my life."
A string of saliva connects the two of you as he finally pulls away from your swollen lips. You open your mouth to say something, anything. But it's interrupted by a sharp thrust that kisses that squishy spot in you.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, back arching into his chest as he watches you fall apart on his cock. A smirk spreads across his face, tongue coming out to lick at his lips before he attacks your neck.
"Fuck, everything you do makes me want to keep you with me forever."
He kisses and nips at your skin, leaving a trail of blossoming bites in his wake. He doesn't stop, not when you moan and grab at his hair, not when you cry that he's much, not even when you're panting and begging for a break from the neverending orgasms.
"Nonsense, you can handle it."
He croons, kissing you tenderly as his fingers tenderly draw a line down the sides of your face. Cute. So damn cute.
"You're my amazing partner that can handle anything I give you, you can do this. I know you can."
He grunts, sweat beading on his forehead as he watches the frothy mixture of his cum mix with your own. How many times has it been since you climaxed? He's lost count actually.
He announces, a lazy smile on his face as he watches you twist underneath him. Oh you're gonna cum too? Don't worry, he'll make sure to help you achieve that back breaking pleasure again.
He presses his dick deep in you, giving deep, long thrusts as you mewl and cry beneath him. He watches you cum undone in a matter of seconds, your walls clenching down on him.
"Fuck," he hisses, eyebrows furrowing as he feels his own orgasm reaching. "We're not breaking up ever."
He lets out a soft groan as he feels himself release deep inside you, his balls tightening before he pulls out and watches it all drip out from your overstimulated hole. For a moment, you think he's done. That he's all spent and you'll finally get peace from that insatiable dick.
But no, he's pushing the cum back in, lining his dick back, and giving you the sweetest smile ever.
"You ready to go another round?" He pants softly, thrusts resuming their previous intensity. "Cause I'm not stopping until we both pass out."