FOOLISH - C. Sturniolo

FOOLISH - c. sturniolo

part 3, part 2, part 1 here

warnings: SMUT, p in v, dom!chris, and just chris being toxic once again

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your eyes fluttered open, expecting to feel the sun shine through your curtains, but instead you were met with pitch black.

you reached for your phone and checked the time.

3:15 A.M.

you groaned as you knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. you turned over on your side to see chris fast asleep beside you, lightly snoring here and there.

part of you was happy he was here, but the other part questioned why you even allowed him to be. but you decided to believe him, once again.

to you, his apology seemed genuine enough and you felt like theres no one else you’d rather be with than chris, so you’d take a million chances on him.

you slowly crawled on top of chris, straddling his waist. you brushed a few strands of hair out of his face. he slightly squirmed in his sleep but that wasn’t enough to wake him up.

“chris?” you call out, just above a whisper.

“mm?” chris responded back while still being somewhat asleep.

“i can’t sleep.” you said while resting your head in the crook of his neck, dragging your hand down his bare chest.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he quietly mumbled while moving his hands up and down your back.

“i need you.” you say just above a whisper, playing with the waistband of his sweatpants. chris, still tired, nodded before snaking his hands underneath your tank top.

you shuddered at the feeling of his cold hands making contact with your chest. you leaned down to press your lips onto his, which he received hungrily.

you lifted your hips, just enough to remove your shorts and underwear. chris groaned at the feeling of your wetness, making contact with his clothed boner.

he lifted you once again before he too disregarded his pants and underwear.

he pumped his length with his hand before slowly lowering you on it, watching as your mouth fell open at the sensation. it’s been a while since you two fucked so it took you a few minutes more to adjust to his size once again.

but in a matter of minutes you began to move, bouncing up and down while he fucked up into you from underneath you.

“fuck, chris.” you moaned out, tightly shutting your eyes closed, pleasure overflowing through your whole body.

“you feel so good baby,” chris said has he sped up his pace, trying to get you both your climaxes. “just how i remembered.”

his hands gripped your waist tighter, you knew he was close and so were you. his tip constantly hitting the spot that made your head spin. your head fell forward onto his shoulder, no longer able to keep yourself up.

“m’ sorry, its too much.” you whined, slowly grinding your hips, still trying to make friction. chris flipped you both over, placing you on your stomach, back arched, as he entered once again from the back.

“shit, shit, shit!” you chanted as you stuffed your face into your pillow, “chris im close.” you moaned, turning your head to look back at him.

“cum for me baby, you can do it.”

chris brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that made you cry his name out as you shuddered from your orgasm washing over you.

“shit, ava.” chris moaned as he pumped a few more times, emptying his load into you.

as he collapsed next to you, you replayed his words in your head.

ava

ava?

who the fuck—

you sat up quickly from your position staring at chris who was laid on his back, eyes closed trying to catch his breath. he could feel your stare so he opened his eyes to meet yours.

“what happened, baby?”

“you need to leave, right now.” you said, jaw clenched before you shuffled off the bed to find a towel to clean yourself up.

chris sat up immediately after you. putting his boxers and pants on to chase after you.

“did i do something wrong?” chris asked as he watched you put your clothes back on.

“ava? who the fuck is ava chris!?”

chris’s eyes widened in realization. he brought both of his hands to his face to rub both of his eyes, streams of curses filling up his head. he knew he fucked up.

“is she that girl you were fucking at the party. huh!?” you yelled, pressing him with your fresh manicured finger.

“y/n it just slipped out i-”

“it just slipped out!? so what you’re fucking her still?”

chris’s mouth opened and closed, unable to answer you because he knew if he did, he’d be in deeper shit.

“christopher, are you still fucking her.” you said this time more calmly, trying to keep yourself from flipping out.

chris could only look down at his feet, which you gave you more than enough answers.

“get out chris.”

“y/n please hear me out.”

“chris, get out before i seriously fuck you up.” you raised your voice a little higher, anger filling up inside you, ready to burst at any moment if he stayed here any longer.

and with that chris left.

he left and didn’t even bother to text you that night.

he left you sobbing, broken down into pieces.

cursing at yourself for believing his lies.

blaming yourself from being foolish.

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A/N: guys i feel like this is a good way to end this mini series because i never intended for it to have a happy ending anyways. but it you would prefer and alternate ending then lmk! love you all <3

FOOLISH - c. sturniolo

part 4 — part 1 part 2 part 3 here

warnings: slight cursing

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after that horrible night with chris, you decided it was time to force yourself to move on. and you really didn’t enjoy it.

at first you were a mess without him, he was all that you knew. even when you guys were in no contact, that would only last for about a few days.

but the days turned into weeks

and the weeks turned into months.

its been three months since youve been attempting to heal from chris. and you were doing good.

you got back into routine, no longer rotting in your bed all day. you started taking care of yourself more and putting yourself first.

you even began dating again. your best friend larray helped you get back into the dating world and now here you were.

cuddled up on the couch with your now boyfriend, nate. at first you didn’t know nate was chris’s best friend, that didn’t come to light until after you two started dating. you were curious as to who nate’s so called best friend was, and who he kept mentioning all the time.

to say the least, your stomach fell to your ass when you all went to top golf, only to realize nate’s best friend was chris.

since you and chris never made your relationship known to his brothers, or anyone, nobody knew you two were involved with one another. chris could only watch as you fell in love with his best friend and as he fell behind.

“y/n.”

you looked up at nate, being brought back from your thoughts. he smiled and brought you closer into his side, before planting a kiss on the side of your head.

“sorry nate, what were you saying?”

“i was telling you about the trip nick has planned.” your face contorted in confusion. ‘trip?’ you didn’t know about any trip. “nick didn’t tell me anything about it.” you mumble, sorta upset your best friend didn’t keep you in loop about this.

“he wanted me to tell you sweetheart, ‘cus he said you never answer texts quick.” nate chuckled at the last part, knowing that nick sorta had a point. you smiled a long with him, agreeing quietly.

“so who’s going on this trip.” you asked while reaching for the bowl of popcorn, rested on the coffee table in front of you.

“well the triplets, madi, then you and me.” he counted the people off his fingers, making sure he mentioned everyone.

you stopped your chewing on the popcorn before asking. “all the triplets?”

nate slowly nodded. you knew that was a dumb question, of course chris was going to be there.

“wait, where are we even going.”

“Miami.”

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“y/n why is your bag so fucking heavy!?” nick shrieked while trying to pick it up to place it on the airports scale.

“yeah, it’s like bursting at the seams,” madi added while chuckling, half amused, and half concerned.

“hey, you said we’re staying for three days, thats like..” your voice trailed off as you counted in your head. “nine outfits!”

the group around you busted out laughing at your problem for overpacking. well all except for you know who.

after that you all made your way through the airport in attempts to find your gate. once you found it, matt and nate agreed to sit with the luggage as you, nick, chris, and madi go find something to eat.

nick and madi wanted sandwiches while you and chris found yourselves at the dunkin donuts.

“are you happy?” you heard chris mumble from behind you as you were trying to pick what you wanted to eat from the menu.

you turned around to face him. “what?”

“are you happy? with nate?” chris asked again before shoving his hands in the front pockets of his sweatpants. the question made your heart race, he still cared? not only that but it seemed to have been killing him too. part of you felt guilty that you were happy chris still cared, but you couldn’t show that, besides you had nate now.

“yes chris, i’m very happy.” you made to to put emphasis on the ‘very’ so that he could take a hint, even if that hint was a lie, and you’re sure he did as he stayed silent the whole time you all made your way back to matt and nate.

“hey, baby i got you something.” you say as you took your seat next to nate, handing him a breakfast bagel and a water bottle.

“what would i do without you.” nate smiled as he planted a kiss on your face. the whole group made fake gagging noises and faces at the sight of it, but were somewhat amused with how happy you and nate seemed.

but chris? he was far from amused. he was dying on the inside. he knew that could’ve been him, not nate. he knew he couldve been the one your eyes lit up at in every moment. and he knew at some point he was, before he fucked everything up.

the months without you were excruciating for chris. he regretted all his actions that ever pained you in any way. he contemplated showing up at your house some nights, begging for your forgiveness.

when he found out you were dating nate it was like the whole world shattered around him. he thought maybe this how you felt through the whole time you two were together, and it felt horrible.

“chris what’s your problem? we’re about to leave.” nick asks as he claps his hands in front of his brothers face, trying to snap him out of his daze.

chris’s eyes met yours as you were staring at him with an unreadable expression.

did you miss him too?

he didn’t know, but he did know that he was going to find out by the end of this trip.

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A/N: little filler for this series so we can know how chris is feeling. and i lied, i felt compelled to write this chapter today. OFFICIAL last part tomorrow. hope yall enjoyed this chapter <3

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