RIGHT MY WRONGS | CHRIS STURNIOLO
IN WHICH.. you and chris broke up due to right person, wrong time. but what happens when you finally see him again after a year of distance?
simp!chris x fem reader, ex boyfriend, fluff, lil smutty, lil angst
tw: small mentions of panic attack, cutting
— 2895 words / in honor of hitting 1k followers, here is a story mixed with everything! i hope you enjoy .. thank u sm
one year. one dreadful year being single. one year without having that person to cuddle with during your good and bad days. you missed having the ability to type his name in your phone and text each other back and fourth for as long as you wanted. the constant midnight calls. him wasting no time to get in his car and come over to you. yet, it wasn’t like that anymore. and, it hasn’t been like that for a long time.
you were the first to admit that you knew weren’t ready to be in a serious relationship. you knew it wasn’t fair to him, and you regretted even dragging him down with you. your mental health was complete shit, and you realized shortly after you had to break things off with chris.
but chris was the golden retriever to your black cat.
it was now the first party of the summer. you haven’t gone to a party in forever it felt like. it must’ve been a year and a half ago. but, your friend who never left your side wanted you to go out and socialize. it took plenty of convincing but you knew it was good for you to get out of the house and get a breath of fresh air.
“you look beautiful y/n. stop stressing. now let’s go inside, okay?” you friend reassures you. she locks her fingers with yours and gives you a soft smile to ease your nerves, and it worked.
but when that front door flung open, the nerves quickly came rushing back. the crowd of people with familiar and unfamilar faces. the lights shut off, with just shaded lamps in every room. you don’t let go of your friend’s hand as she leads you through the sweaty bodies, taking you to the kitchen.
she saw someone she knew a long time back and quickly got into a never ending convo with them. you felt out of place, pacing back and fourth right next to her. you look around, trying not to feel the awkward tension leaking off of you.
your eyes felt like they were deceiving you. there he was. chris with his beautiful smile and laughing with a group of people.
you couldn’t have him see you as you quickly hide behind your friend. “what are you doing?!” she questions.
“chris. he’s here.” you whisper in her ear. her vision directly leading to him.
“oh shit, he’s looking over here.” she panics. you couldn’t handle this. you couldn’t have him seeing you again.
“i need to leave.” you mumble before you make a run to the bathroom. it was a struggle trying to get through all the drunk and dancing bodies but you successfully get to the bathroom. and with just your luck, it was locked.
chris’ eyes widen and his face turns pale. could it be? he felt like he was dreaming when he saw you. his attention being completely wiped away from his friends and now straight onto you.
he sees you leave the kitchen as he pulls his arms out to push his friends out of his way, attempting to make his way to you.
you slam your knuckles against the bathroom door, knocking obnoxiously in hopes for them to open it. you should’ve just made a run for it and walked outside.
chris successfully pushes his way through everyone and is finally in the hallway with you. for a second you snap your head towards him, tensing up and not knowing what to do. you quickly turn your back to him. you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he is too drunk to know it’s you. but you knew he knew, and you knew chris didn’t drink.
“y/n.” chris says. his voice sends your heart into panic mode, beating ten times faster than usual. you don’t turn around, and you know he is walking even closer to you.
“y/n, look at me.” he says. he reaches his arm out to your shoulder to turn you around to face him. you look down at the ground, slowly building the courage to look up at his face.
your eyes connect for the first time in a year, your faces inches apart.
“yes, chris.” you say. your voice is laced with hurt and attitude. but deep down, you were so fragile and missed hearing him say your name. your name sounded like smooth expensive silk coming out of his mouth.
“i can’t believe you’re here.. i can’t believe you’re in front of me right now.” he whispers, bringing his hand out slowly to touch your cheek. you flinch at the touch as you close your eyes.
“i still miss you” he says.
you let out a deep breath, and began to swallow all your pride. you couldn’t give in. you weren’t ready for that. but a part of you also needed to.
“chris..” you mumble.
“what? can i not tell you how i feel? i miss you, i miss you so fucking much.”
“i can’t do this here.” you lightly shout, looking around where you are. a loud party with drunk people surrounding the both of you.
“i agree. let me take you somewhere, anywhere. anywhere you want.” he almost pleads.
the way he wanted to just wrap your legs around his waist, locking your arms over his neck and kiss you.
“take me home, please. i’m so overwhelmed right now, it was all a mistake to come out.” you truthfully say.
chris was in shock that you were telling him to take you home. but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.
“of course, cmon.” he says. he wanted to grab your hand and lead you out of the party but he didn’t think it would be appropriate at this time.
you trail right behind him, leading the way towards the front door. your friend catches you in the corner of her eye and you mouth a sorry to her, while she blows you a kiss and smiles.
he unlocks his car, opening the door for you to get in before he walks to the driver side. why did he have to be so perfect? so handsome, such a gentleman..
—your apartment
your shaky hands puts the key in, unlocking your apartment with chris beside you. chris’ heart was racing yet kept his composure as all the memories went flooding back to him when he stepped inside.
“you changed it up..” chris whispers, scanning the new furniture and the paintings that replaced the pictures of you and him that once were his favorite to see every time he came over.
suddenly the uneasy yet familar feeling came over to you, and it was such horrible time for it to come. you were having a panic attack. and in front of chris for the first time in forever. you felt so embarrassed as you felt your breath become uneven and you feel yourself trembling. your muscles tense and you feel the world become dizzy.
“woa, woa.. y/n?” chris asks. however, you don’t respond. you begin to pace around your apartment, or attempt to. chris follows you, having his entire focus on you.
“t’s okay, look at me.. breathe.” he says. he always knew how to help you in situations like this. he rushes to your kitchen and grabs you a cup of water, having it in his hand ready for you to ask for it like how you used to do..
and shortly after, you bring your hand out to grab the cup of water, him being right there to hand it off to you. you take a small sip, letting out a deep breath.
silence shared between you as you kept drinking. chris wanted to rub your back, or your arms but he didn’t want to overstimulate you when your coming down from a panic attack.
“…i’m sorry.” you breath out. you look down, not having the confidence to make eye contact with him.
chris bends his legs just enough to get eye level to you, “hey, don’t you ever apologize for that. ever.” he says, “okay? you promise me that.” he adds.
you nod at him.
“now.. do you want me to start a bath for you or something? i know you used to like doing that after situations like this..” he asks softly.
“…please.” you let out. he couldn’t help but flash a genuine smile at you.
“of course, wait here and just relax and i’ll tell you when it’s ready.” he says.
you sit down on your couch while chris walks over to your bathroom. he caught himself looking at your stuff and smiling at himself. how you still color coordinate all your skincare, how your laundry hamper is always filled to the brim, how your favorite quote is hanging in a frame right by the sink..
he turns on your bathtub, keeping it a slightly hot temperature because he remembers when you jokily told him that you like when your skin boils from how hot the water gets. he threw in your favorite vanilla body wash, watching it create a layer of bubbles on top.
he set up two candles, and lighting them. the scent in the bathroom making chris smile from ear to ear, because it smells like you.
he dims your lights because knows you are prone to headaches, and he lets the water fill to the top before turning the faucet off.
“it’s ready for you.” he shouts through the hallway.
you set down your cup of water and walk in the bathroom. but, you weren’t expecting to see so much effort be put in just for a little bath.
“chris.. you didn’t need to do all of this.” you whisper, your hand over your chest.
“are you serious? i wanted to.” he says. you finally look up at him and he is already looking at you, his blue eyes looking so fragile in the dimmed lighting.
“thank you..” you say with such grace.
his phone quickly begins to buzz, as he takes it out of his pocket. “i’m sorry, nick is calling me. give me a second, okay?” he says. you nod your head at him before he closes the bathroom door and answers his brother’s phone call.
you hear the muffled bickering back and fourth between chris and his brother while you decide to undress yourself to get in the bath. you let your foot examine the temperature before anything and it was perfect. you slowly bring yourself entirely in the tub, being consumed by bubbles and that was exactly how you liked it.
chris soon knocks on the door but didn’t give you enough time to answer. “oh shit, i’m sorry fuck.” he says before closing the door yet again when he sees you’re already in the bath. the bubbles covering you, he didn’t even see anything.
“it’s okay chris.” you giggle.
he feels his face heat up. he opens the door just a smidge, “listen, i’m going to head out. you enjoy yourself and relax..” he says.
“w-wait.” you say. he stops from fully closing the door as he hears that slip out of your mouth.
“…stay please.” you say.
“but y/n.. you’re in the bath. you want me to stay on the couch and wait? because i will.”
“chris. just open the door.” you say. he listens to you and opens the door completely, now getting the perfect sight of you in the tub with your hair tied up in a loose bun.
he closes the door behind him, keeping his back against the wall while holding onto the doorknob.
“join me.” you say. you have your legs tucked into your chest as you look up at the slightly nervous boy.
how could he not be nervous? his naked ex-girlfriend right in-front of him asking him to come in the bath.
he looks at you for extra confirmation, and you give him a slight nod before he goes to lift his shirt off. you try your hardest not to bite your lip and you bet your eyes formed into hearts in this moment.
he unzips his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxer briefs. he was slightly hard and he hoped you didn’t notice but you definitely did. “…sorry.” he says.
“shush.” you say, “now come here please.” he joins you. his body facing you. your bath was the perfect size for you and chris.
“hi.” he whispers. you suddenly feel your heart begin to race like no tomorrow.
“hi.” you reply back.
he doesn’t say anything back, as he examines your features and starts washing your arms with the soapy warm water. his thoughts were nothing but him telling himself not to fuck up because he has been wanting to be with you again for the longest time.
he slides his hands down until his fingers touch your wrists. and that’s when he notices your skin trying to heal itself with all the cuts you’ve given yourself. he looks at them as he knits his eyebrows together, then looks up at you.
“y/n..?” he says, while gently rubbing your wrists back and fourth, “..you were cutting?”
“you weren’t supposed to see that.” you mumble. you started to self harm after you and chris split, and you never wanted him to know you did.
“but i did see it. and i care.” he brings your wrists up to his mouth, applying little kisses to your wrists. it didn’t hurt because he did it in the most delicate way yet you still felt cared for.
“chris..” you whisper.
“hmm?” he lifts his gaze up enough to look up at you while he still gives kisses to your wrists.
“i love you.” you say. you wanted to hold that in so badly but you couldn’t anymore.
“you do? still?” he says, completely side tracked after you dropped those three words on him.
“i never stopped..” you reply. his heart was about to explode.
“i still love you too.” he says, “that’s what i wanted to tell you at the party..”
he brings out his soapy hand out to your cheek, rubbing it softly. “please let me kiss you.” he whispers as he goes to kiss your neck ever so gently.
you let out a soft gasp from the touch as he makes his way down with kisses to your collar bone. “please.” he says again.
you grab a hold onto his chin to lift his head up just enough to pull him in to kiss you, and he immediately kisses your lips back. the taste of him starting to slowly come back and you didn’t realize how much you missed it until it was in the palm of your hands again.
he started to get so eager, wanting every part of you. you felt the exact moment when a switch came over him as he bit your tender bottom lip and pulls away just enough for you to feel a swelling sensation.
something comes over you too because suddenly just making out with him wasn’t enough for you, you wanted all of him. you let go of his lips, pushing him back just enough for him to watch you do your thing and you stand on your knees. he stays watching your every move, as if a love spell was casted on him.
you sit down on his lap as chris wraps his arms around your lower back, grasping on you like he never wants to let you go. your naked upper half now exposed to him. his eyes go from your face to your boobs, down to your lower stomach. soapy bubbles all over you and chris thought it was the most adorable sight in the world.
"you are so fucking beautiful my love."
he pulls your body towards his face so he can kiss all over your stomach. "..stop" you blush out. you missed how much he would praise you at any given moment.
"but i can'tttt." he whines, still placing kisses on your lower stomach.
you start to grind your hips slowly as you began to grow needy for more of him. he lets out a low groan when he feels your naked hips grind back and fourth on him.
you dip your hand under the water to grab his cock and allign it with your heat before sitting down on it completely. you both moan out slightly in unison when he fully goes inside you.
you go up and then slowly sit down again, feeling every inch of him go back inside you. you can't help but let out whispered moans every time you ride back and fourth. you forgot how good he felt. he snakes his wet hands that were on your lower back down to your ass and kept a grasp on it.
"..you feel so good" he cries out, "i missed you so much."
he lets one of his hands off of your ass and brings it up to your neck to pull you down to kiss him. you and him attempt to keep your lips together but fail as you couldn't stop riding him.
"i..." kiss "..love" kiss "you.." he says between every time your lips touch his.
"..i love you more." you breath out
─── aid speaks ᝰ.ᐟ ───
╰┈ ⌞₊˚ est. march 20, 2024🗒 ˎˊ˗ ⌝
no because this story was so cute to write i shed a tear.. chris is so cute in this one. i wanted to make a pt 2 but you let me know. and i forgot to write a 1k special story so thank you guys for following me it means the world fr. i love you all sm.
(didnt proof read couldnt be asked)
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