Breakups have benefits [FM]

*Oh yes, the dude who I hate fucked for months and then have spent the past year hate writing about. I adore all of my exes except this asshole. He can go to hell.*

*But DAMN if our breakup stories are not just some of the best. We were such a shitshow always, but this was one of our lowest moments… but it’s oh so deliciously horrible.*

It took my ex and I like 6 months to break up because we couldn’t stop fucking each other. Even after we started seeing other people, we would sometimes just collide and fuck.

One day I was on my way to a tinder date when he called me and asked if I wanted to go to dinner.

“I’m on my way to a date,” I responded.

“Cancel it.”

“I’ll just come meet you after.”

“Viola, just come to fucking dinner with me.”

We went to dinner.

The moment I showed up we were swept to a private room where he proceeded to order for us both, even though he knew I fucking hated that. He just liked throwing money around because it made him feel like his dick was bigger than it was.

I didn’t even speak to him until I was a glass of wine in. “So what girl were you going to bring here? Did she cancel or did you get bored?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not an idiot. This is your move. It’s impressive too. Acting like you hadn’t studied the wine list online and just knew to order that expensive bottle. It was a nice touch. If we were on a first date you would have seemed really powerful.”

“How about you eat your damn food, Viola?”

“The private room? That’s nice too. She must have been cute.”

“Jesus. Why are you here then?”

“I like sushi and you’re paying.”

“Only because you’re going to fuck me later.”

I paused then for a few seconds in frustration. “Bro, I don’t know how many ways to spell this out for you, I ONLY want to fuck you. I don’t know why you keep insisting we go out. I sincerely think there’s a weird pathology to it. It’s like you WANT us to get into a fight before.”

“I don’t like making you feel cheap.”

“Trust me, YOU could never make me feel cheap.”

*He actually did sometimes.*

“God, you’re a bitch.”

“You’re pathetic. And you probably got hard now that I’ve said that.”

*He got hard when I insulted him. That was a fun dynamic.*

“Alright V. You want to be treated like a slut? Fine. I’ll grab the check so we can go home and I’ll fuck your ass and then throw you out of my house.”

“Last time you tried to fuck my ass you couldn’t get hard so I’m not too worried.”

“Mother fucker.”

He stood up, marched to my side of the table, grabbed my hair to pull me to my feet, and flipped me against the wall. He rubbed himself against me. “Is that hard enough for you, bitch?”

He started pulling my skirt up.

“[safe word]!” I said quickly.

“God damn it.” He backed away. “Why?”

“There are almost certainly cameras in here dude. We can’t get a public indecency charge. We could both lose our licenses.”

*Being lawyers sometimes is a buzzkill.*

Instead we sat back at our separate ends of the table a little more charged and a tad vulnerable.

Because sex.

“God I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he finally groaned. “It’s not like you’re even the hottest girl I’ve ever dated but there’s something about you I can’t shake.”

“Thanks, asshole. You are also not the hottest person I’ve ever dated either.”

“I’m sorry. I meant that as a twisted compliment. I don’t know what’s happening. It’s like I’m on a drug when I’m around you. You’re like fucking meth. Maybe it’s a weird chemical thing.”

“Yeah… I’m actually just good at sex.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes V, you’ve had So much sex. I get it.”

“You’ve had so much sex. I’ve had good sex. There’s a difference.”

“You think you’re charming when you say shit like that but you actually just sound like a whore.”

“You think I’m shill trying to charm you? I just want to fuck you.”

“Fuck off.”

“No really. If there weren’t cameras in here I’d get on the floor. I’d beg you to put your balls in my face and in my mouth. I’d let you choke me while you fucked me and then wear your cum on my face.”

“Like I’d do anything you wanted anyway. I’d do it all for me. I’d go up your ass and make you beg for it.”

“I’d beg for it anyway. You wouldn’t have to make me.”

“I want your underwear,” he said.

“Let me go to the bathroom to take it off.”

“Pass it to me under the table now, Viola.”

As inconspicuously as I could I passed him my underwear under the table.

He continued. “Spread your legs.” I did and we stared at each other for a few seconds before he hit me with. “I want you to stick two fingers inside of yourself.”

I did. I tried to keep my face straight but it was very difficult. I was turned HELLA tight. He knew I liked being told what to do.

“Think about me pushing inside of you over and over.”

I moaned slightly as I touched myself under the table.

“You’re tight for me, right? Dripping wet?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good, now stop.”

*Oh shit.*

“No,” I gasped. “Can we just go home?”

“Nope. You’re going to sit there, eat dinner, and be cordial, damn it.”

I stood up and flipped him off. He responded by grabbing my hand and putting his finger into his mouth. “You really are wet,” he laughed.

“Fuck you,” I yelled as I turned to leave.

“No! Viola! Don’t!”

“I’m gone.”

He put a hand to his chest and started gasping for air.

*I’m not saying panic attacks aren’t real. I’m just saying his came at convenient moments when I was always actually at a breaking point and about to leave him.*

We very, very quickly got the check and I walked him to my home as he tried to breathe. When we got inside, he actually did throw up, which means he really was having a breakdown.

*I could just never tell what was manipulation and what was actual mental illness. Maybe there’s not a difference.*

Regardless, I helped clean him up and got him a cool rag while he threw up. I took care of him while he laid on the bathroom floor.

“You’re being really nice to me,” he said.

“I don’t envy panic attacks.”

“I have to say something to you.”

“It’s sincerely ok. I don’t mind taking care of you. I’m sorry we were horrible to each other earlier.”

“No, I’m not sorry. The thing I want to say is I think you should stop going on so many dates. You really are acting like a whore and I think it’s all to make me mad.”

*Oh good god.*

I sighed and shook my head. “I think you should go.”

“Oh come on! I’m just being honest. Don’t kick me out.”

“I don’t know how many times we can insult each other. I don’t act like this with other people.” I was on the verge of tears.

This man grabbed my leg and hugged it. “Viola please just let me fuck you. You don’t understand how much I need it.”

“Dude, you JUST had a panic attack.”

“I’m feeling better.”

I snorted. “That’s convenient.”

“Please! You want it too. You always want it and I NEED it. I’ll do it hard if you want. I can spank you.”

*Reason #46 I’m in therapy: This line should not have worked on me.*

I stared for a bit. “Sometimes I don’t know who is more pathetic, you or me.”

“At least let me eat you out. Please V.”

I shook my head and sank to the ground. “I can’t fuck you when you’re like this. We can watch a movie or something.”

“A movie?”

“Yeah.”

“We should go back to my place.”

“Why?”

“Because you live in a dump and my house is more comfortable if we’re going to hang out.”

“My apartment is g a dump, damn it.”

*It was but whatever. I was a student and hella broke.*

We watched a movie. The problem was we were horizontal as we did it with him spooning me from behind. He got hard like twenty minutes in and I turned my head to kiss him. We made out for a few minutes as he rubbed himself against me. His hand went to my breast and I gasped and moved against him harder.

“Fuck,” I moaned as he started pulling my skirt up and stroked my ass.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed.

“I… can’t. Please fuck me.”

“Beg for it.”

“PLEASE, please fuck me. I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want.”

“I just want to hear you say you need my dick.”

“I need it so bad. I think about it all the time. Please dude. Please… please…”

I started crying.

I cried as he pulled his pants down and thrust himself inside of me. I felt physically ill, but it was a fucking addiction. He felt too good. I was obsessed with his dick. Very few people have made me come like him.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“My whole is at your mercy right now,” I groaned. “Please don’t stop.”

He grabbed my hair and went harder. He thrust so hard I started whimpering as he let his hands weave into mine. He bit my ear and watched me shudder and then went so hard I was near euphoria.

“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”

“I want you to come around me.”

I threw my head back and came so hard my whole body felt raw and started tingling. I gasped for air and moaned louder until I felt his body shuddered as he came.

“I need to stay inside of you,” he whispered.

I nodded my head and let him hold me as I cried. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“I know.”

We fucked again an hour later.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vvcqye/breakups_have_benefits_fm