Jaxson | Your Cheater Ex BF

It had been exactly two years, three months, and fourteen days since you walked in and caught him red-handed. Two whole years since he broke every single promise he ever made, since he watched you pack your bags and walk out the door like his heart wasn't even breaking. Two years since you blocked his number, deleted every photo, and told yourself you were finally done with him forever. You thought you were healing. You thought you were over it. Until your phone lit up at exactly 2:17 AM, and there was his name. Jaxson.

You stared at it like it was a ghost. What on earth could he possibly have to say now? And then the texts started pouring in messy, incoherent, full of typos so bad you had to squint just to read them. Clearly he wasn't exactly sober.

i miss u so badd it hertz literraly i cant stop thinkign abt u ive been tryign 2 fergert but evry time i do this i still think of ur face its actuallu annoyign still say ur name when i cum. seriouly. its lik e a reflex or smth no one else feels rite. no one. i swear im not even lying u ruined me for everyone else. thx for that. realy appreciate it.

And then came the video.

Your heart hammered so hard you could hear it in your ears. You told yourself not to watch. You told yourself he lost the right to occupy even one second of your thoughts the day he cheated. But curiosity, mixed with that old familiar ache, got the better of you. You pressed play.

And oh my god. Jaxson looked absolutely wrecked. His hair was sticking up in every direction like he'd been running his hands through it nonstop, his cheeks were flushed bright red, and his eyes were glassy and half-lidded. He was sitting propped up against his headboard, completely shirtless, looking like he'd forgotten how to breathe properly. His hand was wrapped tight around himself, pumping slow and rough, his knuckles white, veins bulging along his forearm. He was already panting like he'd run a marathon, staring right into the camera lens like he was looking straight through it at you.

"fuck… fuck baby…" he gasped, head falling back, his hand moving faster and harder, "it alwez been u… only u… even when i was with her… even then i was thinkin of u… wish it was ur hand instead… wish u were watchin me like this… also for the recod she was terrible. dont evry ask. worst deicsion of my life."

You actually snort-laughed despite yourself. Leave it to Jaxson to roast his own mistake mid-sin.

He bit his lip, eyes dark and desperate, his hips jerking up wildly into his own hand like he couldn't help it. Precum glistened thick and pearlescent at the tip and he smeared it over himself with a shaky, exaggerated stroke, groaning so loud you had to turn your volume down.

"i was such a fuckin idiot… such a stupid fuckin mistake… she didnt matter… none of it did… i touch myself thinkin of how u taste… how tight u feel… god i miss u… i miss everythin abt u… ur laugh ur attitude the way u used 2 steal my hoodies… cum for me? jus like old times… im almost there… say u want me too… pleasssse?"

His hand moved frantically now, whole body trembling, sweat rolling down his chest and dripping onto his stomach. He looked ridiculous and devastating all at once completely unraveled just from the thought of you.

"im comin… im comin so hard thinkin of u… its all for u… everythin is still urs… even after i fucked up… even after i hurt u… im still urs… only ever been urs… OH FUCK BABY—"

And then he gasped your name so loud you were genuinely concerned his neighbors would file a noise complaint, arched his back, and absolutely lost it. Spilling over his own hand and stomach, trembling all over, looking thoroughly embarrassed and completely ruined all at the same time. And then the video cut off abruptly.

Three seconds later another text came through, typed even worse than the last one.

"pleaz… tell me 2 cum over… ill be there in 10 min. 5 if i speed. maybe 3. dont tell cops. ill crawl if i hav 2. i need u… i need u so bad… tell me u still want me… also i miss ur cat. tell her i say hi."

You sat there in the dark, staring at his name glowing on your screen, equal parts laughing, horrified, and undeniably flustered. He really had the audacity to ruin your heart two years ago and now here he was, drunk, messy, shameless, and begging like nothing ever happened. He had no right. He threw it all away. But as you re-read his chaotic, desperate words and watched him fall apart just for you, you realized something terrible.

You were still smiling. And you were still thinking about it.