#cortisx

synopsis: after months of ignoring your ex boyfriend, you finally give into his relentless temptation and have sex with him.

pairing: zyf x blk!fem reader

content warnings: some smut at the end, suggestive language, nipple play, also persistent and obsessive james, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)!!!

ever since you broke up with your boyfriend james, you vowed to never speak to him again.

but over the past few months of your break up, he had made it increasingly more difficult for you to stay away from him and to resist his persistent offers to get back with you.

during the early weeks, the gestures and offers started off light. he had left you alone, surprisingly, for the first few days, understanding that you needed to clear your head and regroup your thoughts about the breakup. however, those three days of peace didn’t really last that long.

exactly one week after, he had started sending you messages, begging for you to come back to him, and trying his best to convince you that you breaking up with him was a mistake and that you should rethink breaking up with him. you wod read the messages, but you would never respond to them. you’d leave him on read, hopefully sending him a signal that you didn’t want to hear snything from him and that he should leave you alone.

but for him, that was when the snowball turned into an avalanche.

from then, james’ attempts at getting back with you became more intense. more persistent.

he would show up at your house unannounced, bearing gifts such as flowers and your favourite chocolates, that he somehow still remembered. every single time he came, he came with a different reason as to why you should take him back. saying he was sorry, calling himself a dick, reprimanding himself for how shitty he was as a boyfriend.

during most of his attempts, you would brush james off, telling him to leave you alone. then after, before he would leave your house, he would insist to have you take his gifts for you not only so they wouldn’t go to waste, but because he knew they were your favourites, and that you would rather have them over the stuff you normally eat at home.

you would take them hesitantly, sometime because you felt bad, but sometimes so that he would give you some space for a bit.

but as he realised that face to face contact wasn’t cutting it, he switched back to mobile communication, a substitution that would make you two more comfortable as exes.

but now, he would send you more indepth, long, more meaningful text messages, explaining how he’s been feeling towards you: in replace of the short, brief texts he would normally send. most would consist of him asking you if you were okay, if you needed anything, such as food or snacks, and that he’d always be there whenever you needed him, even if you hated him.

and at first, you didn’t want to hear it. but over time, his disdain with himself started showing. the more he came over, the more you could tell he was deteriorating. when he would come over to your house, his hair would look a mess, and he had clearly gotten skinnier; which was a sign to you that the breakup was getting to him. and you had started to realise that maybe, just maybe; he really had missed you.

and that was the catalyst.

you had started responding to his messages. slowly. but you would definitely make sure to respond. letting him know you were okay, even asking him how he was, begging him to make care of himself.

and as much as you wished his feelings of longing and need for you ever since you two split was onesided and forced, it just couldn’t be for you.

you actually missed him; longed for him in fact, you wanted him back so bad. you missed his touch, his smell, his voice. everything.

but you wanted to give him a taste of life without you. you wanted to not give in.

and unfortunately for yourself, your facade easily dropped very quickly.

it started on the night where james had thrown a rock at your window, in which later had caused him to climb it after many ignored and blown off attempts from you.

when you had thought he had finally taken the hint and left you alone, a few knocks rattled on your window. some soft. some hard. it was as if james realised that, if he managed to knock as hard as he could on your window, it would be impossible for you to ignore him.

and fortunately for him, it worked.

you had opened the blinds, leaving him staring at you soulessly through the window for a few seconds, then quickly changing to a slight smile as you stood there, unnmoved.

again, he bared gifts in his hands. chocolates, your favourite snacks and foods. but, they were all placed on top of a guitar, in which he held firmly to stop him from falling off of your window ledge. as you realised you weren’t letting him in, he wiggled the gifts in his hands.

as you were about to scoff and close the curtains again, he used all of his strength to knock on the window as hard as he could, so you were unable to ignore him.

you reopened the slightly closed curtains, leaving james holding his index finger up, signaling for you to wait. then after, he motioned for you to open the window, after which you stood and pondered on that command slowly, whilst staring at him again.

on one side, you wanted to ignore him. to close that curtains again, to tell him to never speak to you again. and on another side, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. ever since you and james had broken up, you had never really given him long enough to explain himself without you blowing him off indefinitely. you started to realise it was unfair to him, and even if you were no longer together, you owed him that high level of human decency, especially as he had made it clear that he would never go down without a fight. and, he had gotten way more persistent over the past few weeks due to you shutting him down constantly.

just once; once, you were willing to give him a chance.

you slowly lurched forward, opening the window just wide enough so that james could climb through it, then closing it with a small thud.

he had placed his gifts for you on your bedside table, looking through your room again, which he had not been in for a long time. and as you were about to ask him what he was doing here, he picked up the guitar, something that you had finally remembered him having. he hadn’t played it ever since you and him got together: it was surprising to see how much skill he had retained.

through the night, he spent hours playing your favourite songs that he used to play all the time for you, ranging from 90s classics, to your present day favourite tunes you would share with him and that he could never get out of his head. and once he had finally ended, you never thought you would be romantically involved with him again after this night.

but then again, as you always knew would happen. your mind and your body betrayed you.

you felt his large frame encasing you as he jailed you into a deep, overwhelming and punishing kiss. how he touched you like you were royalty, the way his neck was hot on your breath as he placed hickeys on every piece of skin on your throat.

and that perfectly explained how you ended up on your bed naked, with him on top of you, relishing in your pleasure, as you were all fucked out and limpy in your bed, joints sprawled out. every single thrust got deeper and deeper, as your sanity dropped lower and lower.

his hand grabbed your throat, making sure you make eyecontact with him though every single second and minute of it, which only heightened your already high arousal as he thrust in and out of you.

every few minutes he would stop, as he looked at you teasingly, making you beg to have him inside of you again, where each time he would fuck you harder and more brutal than the last.

sweat dripped down onto your already soaked forehead as you gripped his back softly, trying your best to not enjoy how good he was making you feel.

then, as he realised what you were trying to do, his hand would go down to your nipples, making you whine uncontrollably, stroking them roughly until you reached closer and closer to your orgasm.

whilst fucking you, he made you ramble on about how good he was making you feel, as he hit that sweetspot inside your pussy, causing your head to go deeper and deeper into the pillow as your back arched in pleasure.

james had started to feel his climax coming, as he quickened his pace, grabbing your legs and spreading them wider, making it easier to fuck in and out of you. you grabbed the pillow as your back arched into your covers, the room now becoming a combination of yours and james’ loud moans.

as you two had finally reached your climaxes, you tugged on his hair as rougly as you could as he left you with one deep, aggressive thrust, his hot cum shooting inside of you like wildfire as james felt your walls clench around him.

he pulled out of you, crashing next to you onto the bed for a few moments. you and him didn’t speak. you just lay there, staring at the ceiling, both of you still breathing uncontrollably and heavily. shortly after, he went to get a few tissues to clean you up, rubbing off the sticky mess inbetween your legs, leaving kisses on your inner thighs.

after he was done, he was about to get dressed and leave before you stopped him, grabbing onto his arm before you pulled him back into the bed, pulling him into a long, deep kiss.

you and him were tangled into the covers, as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears as he kissed all over your face.