fucked me there 1st ||sturniolos x bestie||
summary: you went to go surprise your boyfriend on his birthday to walk in on him fucking another girl. Cheating in you. He didn’t stop he just continued. But you were fucked there first.
Warning: mentions of sex, angst, emotional,fluff
You were excited to surprise your boyfriend for his birthday. You live with the triplets because your boyfriend said that his roommate Mia is super flirty. You respected that, and it was fine because you liked living with your best friends.
You got your boyfriend a birthday gift basket with candy and other really sweet things to fill up the basket. You obviously didn’t tell your boyfriend you were coming over because it was a surprise, but the triplets knew you were going to surprise him because they helped you pick out stuff to put in the basket.
As you’re driving to his apartment, you couldn’t contain your excitement to surprise him because you haven’t seen him in a couple days, since he said he had “work business” to deal with.
You arrived at his apartment ten minutes later. You grabbed the basket from the passenger seat and got out of the car. You were smiling so hard as you quickly walked into the building. When you arrived at his apartment room, you heard muffled noises but didn’t think much of it. You quietly unlocked the door and opened it.
But the scene behind the door was not something you ever thought in a million years would happen.
Your boyfriend was hovering over a girl. His roommate.
He quickly snapped his head toward you, his face showing a surprised look. But he didn’t stop.
Why didn’t he stop?
Your heart dropped. The basket was slipping out of your hands, and you felt tears swell in your eyes. You dropped the basket and ran out of the apartment, sobbing. You ran outside to your car but didn’t leave. You were too worked up to even drive. So you just sat there for a minute, replaying the thought of your boyfriend fucking another girl. The girl that was the reason you couldn’t live with him. The girl who was in the way of all the plans you wanted to do with your boyfriend.
You couldn’t stay there anymore, so you started to drive, still sobbing and screaming “why.” All you could think about was: how long was he fucking her? And how didn’t I know? Why did I trust him?
Once you arrived home, you speed-walked into the house, looking down to avoid conversation and eye contact with the triplets. But they immediately knew something was wrong.
“Y/n?” Matt says as they all watch you speed through the house, eventually starting to run. They all give each other worried and confused looks, and they decide to go check on you, trying to figure out what’s wrong.
When they reach your room, they knock on the door, but there’s no answer. Just the sound of papers ripping. You were in the room ripping pictures of you and him and the letters he used to write you. Chris hesitates but opens the door, and they’re all greeted with the sight of you sitting on the floor, sobbing while ripping papers.
“Sweetheart? What happened?” Nick says, immediately dropping beside you. You look up at all of them, eyes puffy and red.
“Can we go into the living room?” you ask. They all nod.
Once you’re all settled on the couch, with Chris and Nick sitting next to you, Chris speaks.
“Okay. What happened?”
You take a deep breath before trying to even speak.
“Carson cheated on me,” you say, as tears swell up in your eyes. You try not to let them fall.
It goes silent. Chris’s jaw clenches at the sound of hurt in your voice.
“Wanna tell us about it?” Nick says, rubbing your back.
You sigh, hesitating, but you nod.
“I walked into the apartment to see him hovered over a girl.” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to picture it in your mind again.
“It’s okay. Take your time,” Matt says reassuringly.
“The girl was his roommate. The girl he told me not to worry about. The girl that was the reason I couldn’t live with him or do much with him. And not to mention they were in the same spot and position he fucked me in last,” you say, rambling, forgetting to keep it TMI.
Fuck. Why did I say that?
Chris’s face drops at the last sentence you said.
“Sorry,” you say, looking down, embarrassed.
“Hey, it’s okay. You can talk about it,” Nick says as he squeezes you from the side.
“I’d rather only talk about that with you, Nick,” you say, not wanting to talk about your sex life in front of everyone.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind. I want to hear you, even if it’s TMI. Right, Matt?” Chris says with a slight smile, also waiting for Matt to answer.
“Oh… yeah, yeah,” Matt says, kind of uncomfortable, but wanting to let you get it off your chest.
You sigh, hesitating, but you really can’t keep it in.
“Okay, well…” You continue to ramble on about how it hurt. But it also hurt because that was how you and Carson did it. How he always whispered you were his only girl while y’all did stuff
Getting that off your chest made you feel better. You lost the urge to cry every second, though it still hurt. He was your boy. Seeing him doing the same things he did to you to another girl felt like a knife to the throat.
That wasn’t even the worst part, but it was the last thing you saw, so you wanted to talk about it the most before you started to cry about all the other sweet things he used to do… and was probably going to do for her now.
💌a/n: got bored and i have like five drafts don’t feel like doing those though rn. Yall likeeee??
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