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Run For The Hills - Chris Sturniolo (Chris’ Version)

Pairing : Situationship!Chris x Fem!reader

Summary : You always keep running back to your situationship with Chris for a hookup, instead of running for the hills.

Warnings: MDNI, fuccccck boy chris!!! smut, all consensual! p in v, fingering, unprotected sex (don't be silly), unrequieted love, slight angst, toxic situationship, this is a bit degrading dont let men treat you like this!!!!

Chris's POV of Run For The Hills & Run For The Hills Cont.

I heard the soft click of heels outside the door before she even knocked. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, a text from another girl lighting up the screen. I swiped it away without replying. Not because it meant anything, but because I didn’t need distractions tonight.

The knock hadn’t even come when I opened the door, leaning casually against the frame. There she was, black mini dress, heels, the whole nine yards. She always dressed like she was trying to knock me off my feet, like she was hoping tonight would the night that changed everything.

Spoiler. It wouldn’t be.

“Right on time” I said, smirking as I stepped aside to let her in.

She walked past me, her heels clicking against the floor, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes trail after her. She always had this air of confidence, like she was in control. But the way she clutched her bag a little tighter, the way her shoulders tensed ever so slightly, it gave her away. She wanted this to mean something.

“You’ve got good taste in hotels” she said, her tone casual, but there was something behind it, like she was testing the waters.

I grinned, letting the door shut behind me. “I’ve got good taste in company too.”

The way her cheeks flushed was subtle, but I caught it. I always caught it. She rolled her eyes, playing it off, but I knew her well enough by now to see through the act.

I shrugged off my jacket, tossing it onto the armchair as I moved closer to her. She was trying to keep her cool, standing there all composed, but I could see the way her breath hitched slightly as I brushed my fingers against her arm.

“You okay?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

She nodded quickly, her lips parting as if she was going to say more but stopping herself. “Yeah” she finally said, but her voice gave her away.

I tilted my head, studying her for a moment. She always looked at me like that, like she wanted more.

I pushed the thought aside. This thing between us had its rules. Unspoken ones, sure, but rules nonetheless. No heavy feelings, no strings attached. Just.. this.

“Good” I said, sliding my hand to her waist and pulling her closer. “Then stop overthinking and come here.”

I kissed her, and like always, she melted into me. She made it too easy, really. But I wasn’t complaining. Her hands gripped my shirt, pulling me closer like she was afraid I’d slip away. Maybe she didn’t realize that, for me, this was just a temporary escape.

And she wasn’t the only one who could give me that.

My fingers rested on her waist, right above the hem of her dress, feeling the fabric shift beneath my grip.

“You look amazing tonight” I murmured, keeping my voice rough, deliberate. Her eyes met mine, her lips parting slightly as if she wasn’t sure how to respond.

She swallowed hard, trying to brush it off. “You say that every time.”

I smirked, tightening my grip on her waist just enough to make her feel it. “Because it’s true. And because I know it gets to you.”

Her lips twitched, caught between a smile and an annoyed retort. I loved that about her, the way she tried to play it cool, even when I knew I was under her skin.

Leaning in, I let my lips graze her ear “You don’t need to try so hard to impress me, you know.” My breath was warm against her neck, and I felt her body tense slightly, a silent giveaway. “You’re already under my skin.”

Her breath faltered, just for a moment, but she covered it up with a smirk, lifting her chin like she wasn’t affected. “Maybe I like seeing how far I can get under yours.”

I couldn’t help but be smug, the sound vibrating in the space between us. Her confidence was intoxicating, even if I knew half of it was a front. Nuzzling into the curve of her neck, I let my lips trail down to the sensitive spot just below her ear. Her sharp inhale was like a reward.

“Careful” I warned, my voice a quiet growl against her skin. “You might get more than you bargained for.”

She tilted her head ever so slightly, giving me better access. My lips moved slowly along her neck, deliberate and teasing, feeling her heartbeat quicken under my touch.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want” she whispered, her voice soft but steady.

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, and for a moment, the usual cocky grin faded. The way she looked at me, like she wanted more, like she needed more, made something twist in my chest. I shoved it down, keeping my expression unreadable.

“Careful” I repeated, my tone carrying more weight this time. “You keep talking like that, and I’m not going to be able to take it slow.”

Her lips curved into a daring smile as she stepped closer, pressing her body fully against mine. The heat between us was electric, and the challenge in her eyes was impossible to ignore.

“Then don’t” she said simply.

That was all I needed. My lips crashed into hers, and the world around us disappeared. Everything about her consumed me, the way her hands gripped my shirt, the soft sigh she let out as my fingers tightened on her waist.

I guided her backward, my hands never leaving her, until her legs hit the edge of the bed. She fell back, and I followed, pinning her beneath me. My lips moved from hers to her collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses that grew bolder with each one. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her body arching against mine.

“God, you drive me crazy” I muttered against her skin, my voice rough with frustration and desire. Just wanting to get to the one thing I wanted most.

Her soft laugh was like a challenge. “Good” she whispered, her fingers tugging just enough to make me groan. “Because you’ve been driving me crazy for months.”

I didn’t respond, not with words, at least. My lips found hers again, and I poured everything into the kiss, letting the tension and heat drown out anything else. She could believe this meant something more if she wanted. But for me, it was just another night. Another game I couldn’t resist playing.

I grabbed the hem of her dress and dragged it up her body, not wanting to waste anymore time. She pulled the rest over her head and threw it on the floor behind her.

I was greeted with a red lace thong. The only thing covering her body. No bra to be found. Fuck.

 “I’m so obsessed with your tits.” I mumble as my head dives back into her neck, pushing her tits together with one hand so I could immediately make my way down to suck them.  My tongue taking turns swirling around each of her nipples.

My breathing became heavier, trying to relax and enjoy every moment without thinking of how Y/n feels for me. My free hand slid up her thigh, teasingly close to where I wanted my dick to be. I wanted to take my time to make her wet as possible, and I also enjoyed watching her squirm.

“You know” I murmured, “I think you like letting me drive you crazy.”

She arched into me, from the loss of pleasure around her nipples, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as my fingers grazed higher up her thigh, grazing over her sensitive area. “Maybe” She said, trying to sound as composed as possible despite the way her body was reacting under me. “But I think you like it even more.”

He laughed softly, “You’ve got me there.”

Of course I liked it, that's the only reason I’m here.

Before she could start talking again, my fingers pushed her thong to the side, two of them entering her pussy straight away. 

“Fucccck Chris!” she yells out. I smirked, leaning back to watch her completely lose herself for me. It only turned me on more.

“So wet for me already hmm?” I said, towering over her.

She whined softly underneath me, so I began to pick up the pace with his fingers. The noise of her wetness as my fingers pounded into her filled the room. I needed my dick in her now.

“I can’t wait any longer Chris! N-need you to fuck me now!” She cried out as she arched her back further.

“How bad do you want me to fuck you Y/n?” I teased, wanting my ego pleasured first, before my dick.

“So badly! Please Chris.” 

I leaned back down to capture her lips in another kiss, this one deeper, slower. “I missed fucking you, you know that?” I whispered in her ear, as I removed my fingers from her.

I stood up straight to undo his belt. “I don’t have a condom with me by the way.” Not that I ever took one with me.

She pulled her legs together, her heels balancing on the edge of the bed. Fuck she’s so sexy. “It’s fine, I'll get a Plan B tomorrow if I need to.” she says quickly, like she’s dying for me to touch her again.

I took my jeans off before reaching for her legs and separating them. “Y’know, you don’t have to be so quiet.” I say as I line my dick up to her entrance, thrusting into her straight away.

A loud gasp leaves her throat, the quick contact catching her off guard. “Oh my goddddd”

“I told you I wasn’t going to be able to take it slow.” I whine, pulling one of her legs over my shoulder, allowing me to hit it deeper. I started with a few slow and steady strokes, letting her adjust to me, but after hearing her groan underneath me, it became evident that I could become a bit rougher. She tensed around me with each thrust, her hands gripping the sheets either side of her.

“Faster Chris!” she demanded, locking eye contact with me.

“Keep saying my name.” I urged, my eyes never leaving hers. “Keep saying my name and i’ll fuck you faster.”

“Chris please!” Her moans growing louder, her saying my name only making me hornier.

I flip her over, her face now buried into the white hotel sheets. I grab a fist full of her hair, while I palm her ass with the other one.

“Oh my god, right there! T-thats so so good!” she whines.

“Look at me, gorgeous.” I grunt, as I tug at her hair slightly, needing to see how she’s losing herself over me. 

She looks back at me while I drill into her from behind, her eyes never shifting from mine, black mascara now lining her under eyes.  

I lean into her. “This pussy is mine.” I whisper in her ear. “Tell me it’s mine.” Knowing fine well, nothing of me will ever be hers.

“It’s yours Chris! All y-yours! Please don’t stop!” She cries out. I stand up straight again, slapping her ass so hard, my hand print starts to appear on her ass cheek.

I let go of her hair, pushing my hand on her back, making her arch further, fuck she look’s good in this angle.

“You’re too fucking sexy.” I moan, my thrusts picking up speed, making her ass jiggle faster. The sound of my skin hitting off hers growing louder and louder. “I’m- I’m gonna cum Y/n. Keep your back arched like that.” 

“Please keep going Chris. I'm so close!” she yells, the sound of her voice muffled by the mattress. 

I gave her a few more harsh sloppy thrusts, before stalling my hips, spilling into her.

I knew I had a job to finish though, so my fingers found their way to her clit, swiping over her sensitive bud in a fast motion. I could feel her beginning to clench around me tighter, pushing her arched back further into me.

“I’m cuming Chris I’m-” her words cutting off as she came undone around my cock. 

I lay down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, my arm thrown over my eyes. The room was quiet, but her presence next to me was loud in a way I couldn’t ignore.

This was the part I hated most, the silence. Because it made her think. And when she thought, she started hoping.

I shifted, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. She was staring at the ceiling too, wrapped in the sheet like it could protect her from whatever was swirling around in her head. “You okay?” I asked, my voice casual.

She nodded, but I could tell it wasn’t the whole truth.

I leaned over, pressing a kiss to her temple. Not because I meant it, but because it was what she needed to hear. “You sure?”

“Yeah” she whispered, her voice softer this time.

I sat up, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. A few unread messages stared back at me, the first one from Hailey, asking if I was free tomorrow night. I swiped it away, glancing back at her.

“You have somewhere to be?” she asked, her tone neutral, but I could hear the edge in it.

I smirked, leaning back against the headboard. “Nah, not tonight.” I studied her for a moment, watching the way her fingers toyed with the edge of the sheet. “What about you? Any big plans?”

She shook her head, biting her lip like she was trying to decide if she should say more. “Just this.”

Her words lingered in the air, heavier than I wanted them to be. I leaned over, kissing her again, slower this time. She kissed me back like she was trying to prove something, and for a moment, I let her.

But as I pulled her close, letting her relax against me, my phone buzzed again on the nightstand. Another message, another option.

Because that’s all this was, an option.

I held her, letting her believe it was more, because it was easier that way. For her. For me. 

To her, this was a connection. To me? It was a habit. A convenience. A thrill.

But I knew the truth. This wasn’t going anywhere. It never was. Another 5:30 call and I’d have her right back here again.

a/n: i NEEDED a chris pov to this

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Touch Starved

Summary: Chris has been away for weeks and when he finally returns, he can't keep his hands to himself. Warnings: suggestive material, use of y/n Word count: 700

It had been two weeks since Chris had left for tour, and the separation was starting to take its toll. The messages, the calls, the video chats—they were all sweet, but nothing compared to being in the same room as him, feeling his presence, his warmth, his touch. The absence of him was starting to gnaw at you.

When Chris finally came back home, you knew it wouldn't be long before he was at your door, his scent and warmth filling the room, replacing the emptiness he'd left behind.

The moment you opened the door, he was on you, arms pulling you into his chest with a sense of urgency that sent your heart racing.

His lips pressed against yours in a kiss so desperate, so full of need that it made you dizzy.

He stepped back, his eyes searching your face, but his hands didn’t leave your body, tracing the familiar curves like he was reacquainting himself with something he had been starved for. His voice was thick with longing when he spoke, "I need you," he rasped. "I need you right now."

You swallowed hard, caught in the intensity of his gaze. "I thought you’d be tired," you whispered, though your body betrayed you, leaning into him, craving the connection as much as he did.

Chris shook his head, a soft growl escaping his lips. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Not once.” His hands roamed down to your waist, his thumbs brushing the skin exposed by your shirt, leaving shivers in their wake. "I need to feel you."

The urgency in his voice and the way his hands tightened on you made it impossible to resist. You could feel his need, raw and undeniable. His lips found your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, his hands pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

You let out a breath, trying to catch your bearings, but the moment he kissed you again, all coherent thoughts left your mind. Your body responded instinctively, pressing into him, hands running through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Missed you so much," he muttered between kisses, his voice was strained, as if saying the words was the only way to hold himself together.

You didn’t need words. You could feel the ache in his touch, the desperation in the way his hands gripped you. The space between you had been too wide for too long, and now he was closing it, pouring all his pent up frustration, longing, and love into every movement.

He pushed you gently against the wall, lips still capturing yours with intensity. His hands slid under your shirt, skimming over your skin, as if reacquainting himself with every inch of you.

"Let me love you Y/N," he whispered, voice trembling with need. "Let me remind you how much you mean to me."

With a soft sigh, you nodded, already moving to pull him closer, hands desprately undoing the buttons of his shirt. The moment was dizzying—like the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of you, craving the touch you had both been deprived of.

As the minutes passed, the urgency only grew. Clothes were discarded, and soon there was nothing but the heat of his body against yours, his hands everywhere, caressing, kneading, claiming.

Each touch was like a promise, each kiss a reminder of everything you had both missed.

Chris’s lips found your ear, his voice low and rough. "I'm going to make up for every second I’ve been gone," he murmured, as his hands guided you toward the bed. "I'm going to show you just how much I need you."

But now that he was back, he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

guys im sorry I would go further but I am terrified to write smut because it would be so bad. I guess if anyone has tips you should share them🤠

Get to know rapper!chris x singer!reader!!

SINGER!READER

Genre: pop, indie-pop

Similar artists: Madison Beer, Sabrina Carpenter, Billie Eillish

Albums and covers (coming soon)

Gained Fame: In 2021, Y/N started making music after her boyfriend cheated on her and their messy breakup, she put all of her feelings into songs and decided her new life started at that moment. She tested with sounds and one day she randomly posted them out of nowhere. Her confidence, however, skyrocketed when she only got maybe 1000 monthly listeners after about 3 months. She gave up and continued with life as if nothing happened.

In 2023, a beloved artist named Gracie Abrams, noticed her pathetic music and reached out. Y/N, much to her dismay, of course said yes when Gracie asked to do a collaboration with her. The song blew up on tik tok and other social media platforms and Y/N’s 6 songs soon started rising. Rooftops, a song about her ex, was #14 on the top 200 in the US. Gracie and her became good friends and Y/N got into song writing again.

Cute little headcanons:

Singer!y/n, who doesn't pay attention to rude or sexualising comments about her body but Chris does. When they're out in public and Chris hears someone say one thing about her, he’s practically on top of them and he’s not scared to beat the shit out of them.

Singer!y/n, who keeps a notebook full of random lyrics inspired by overheard conversations, half of which make absolutely no sense at all, but are oddly poetic

Singer!y/n, who insists on hand signing fan’s posters because it's more “personal” even if it takes hoursSinger!y/n, who will stop a concert mid way if she sees a sign or an outfit that she loves just to compliment that person.

Singer!y/n, who loves making up dumb tik tok dances to her songs just for funSinger!y/n, who’s fans are called the most ridiculous name. It started as a joke but now it's a part of her brand.

Singer!y/n, who takes a polaroid picture with her team before every show

Singer!y/n, who gets nervous before award shows, so Chris shows her his “pre game hype” which consists of terrible dancing and a not so helpful pep talk in a mirror

RAPPER!CHRIS (CHRI$)

Genre: hip hop, rap (obviously)

Similar artists: Playboi Carti, The Kid LaROI, Lil Skies

Albums and covers (coming soon)

Gained fame: Chris started his career more recently at the beginning of 2024. Because of the youtube channel, Chris didn't need to be famous for his music. About mid 2024, his music started to get recognized by more than just Sturniolo Triplets fans. Playboi Carti actually liked Chris’s music for what it was.

On Carti’s tik tok, he posted a video with one of Chris’s songs as the sound. Don't know how this made Chri$ more popular but his listens blew up hours later. 11 million monthly listeners quickly went to 30 in less than a month.

Cute little headcanons:

Chri$, who always kept his word, and has never done drugs, drank alcohol, or smoked a vape or cigarette in his life.

Chri$, who’s concerts are the most wild and fun thing ever. The energy in the sold out stadiums is exhilarating and the fans in the front row will probably not be able to hear anything else for days.

Chri$, who makes sure that you are always comfortable and happy no matter what you’re doing.

Chri$, who has your stuff scattered everywhere. He’s got hair ties on his wrist, your hairbrush in his car, and your clothes are all over the place.

Chri$, who once hung a pair of your panties on the rear view mirror in his car because the color “complimented” the vibe

Chri$, who never lets you pay for anything. This man will do everything and anything to make sure your card never sees daylight. Sometimes he steals your wallet before you even leave the car.

Fics to look forward to: (I obviously have not been busy)

Sleepytime - Chris asks Y/N to sing him to sleep one night

Model - Y/N’s manager needs to meet with her about upcoming tour outfits but Chris is not having it with her leaving

Noise Complaints - Late night studio sessions in Y/N’s apartment lead to awkward run ins with the neighbors

Pink Sweater Season - Chris borrows Y/N’s favorite oversized pink sweatshirt for a music video and the internet has questions.

Off Key Apologies - After a heated argument, Chris writes a very pathetic song as an apology but Y/N doesn't want to hear it

Mute - A mic on a live stream reveals way too much about how Chris feels about Y/N

Paper House - The power went out and the house is quiet so Chris and Y/N decide to build houses out of cards.

Stage Left - A surprise performance during Chris’ tour has the crowd cheering—and Y/N wondering where she stands with Chris

Signs - Chris finds an old playlist you made for him and realizes the feelings were there all along—he just missed the signs.

Second Verse - Chris struggles to finish a song about…love and how he hates to admit how much the second verse sounds like you.

REQUESTS!!

Rapper!Chris x Singer!reader Headcanons (sfw 1)

I'm guilty of being a slut for rapper!chris so i needed to make one myself. I want this to be a whole series so there will be a lot more🫶🫶

Rapper!Chris...who sneaks backstage at your concerts with VIP passes disguised as a fan and surprises you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers after the show just so he can see the surprised look on your face.

Rapper!Chris...who makes it his mission to feature you in one of his songs. He plays the demo on repeat all day everyday until you agree to collaborate.

Rapper!Chris...who writes lyrics that he claims "aren't about anyone," but everyone can tell they're filled with references to you from small mentions of your favorite color to a lyric from one of your own songs.

Rapper!Chris...who sends you voice memos at 2 in the morning when he’s inspired. They are filled with rough drafts of lyrics about you that are sweet, funny, and occasionally ridiculous. Occasionally theres a lot of dirty ones.

Rapper!Chris...who casually promotes your songs by “accidentally” mentioning them on live streams calling them fire and insisting his fans check the songs out immediately.

Rapper!Chris...who gets defensive if anyone criticizes you or your music, ready to go on a rant about how they don’t understand real talent.

Rapper!Chris...who casually wears your tour merch to his own shows, sparking rumors about your relationship among fans because he can’t help but support you even in (not so small) ways.

Rapper!Chris...who always reserves a VIP seat at his concerts just for you and when he spots you in the crowd, he throws a wink or a quick shoutout in his lyrics, making the audience scream.

Rapper!Chris...who memorizes all your songs, even the unreleased ones and hums them in the studio, inspiring everyone to think he has new material when he's really just admiring your work.

mood board and extras coming soon!

Inspiration came from mainly 2 accounts and others who have done this before: @chrissturnsfav, and @chrissdollie

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part 3 of Scarlet today

♡Scarlet - Part 2♡

Warnings: use of Y/N, toxic management team Word count: idk

Y/N was already exhausted before the session even started.

She had spent the entire morning in back-to-back meetings—new sponsorship deals, upcoming tour plans, and another lecture from her team about how important this collaboration was for her image.

"A crossover hit could expand your audience," they told her. "And Chris has a very loyal fanbase. If we do this right, it’ll be huge for both of you."

Translation: Play nice. Be the perfect, charming Y/N. Don’t mess this up.

So here she was, standing outside the recording booth, fixing her lip gloss in the reflection of the soundboard while the producer adjusted the levels.

Chris still wasn’t here.

She checked the time. Twenty minutes late.

Of course.

Not that she was surprised. She had heard plenty about Chris Sturniolo. The industry’s favorite bad boy. Always in some Twitter beef, showing up to interviews in sweats, saying whatever he wanted with zero filter. His fans ate it up.

Y/N? Not so much.

She liked professionalism. Structure. Respect for people’s time.

And right now, Chris wasn’t giving her any of that.

The door swung open. She turned—and there he was.

Chris strolled in like he owned the place, hood up, chain glinting under the dim studio lights. His sneakers squeaked against the floor as he dropped onto the couch without a single hello.

"Look who finally decided to show up," the producer joked.

Chris smirked. "I had to finish my burrito bro. Priorities."

Y/N raised a brow. Seriously?

She hadn’t even spoken to him yet, and he was already infuriating.

Chris finally turned to her, his blue eyes scanning her from head to toe, taking in the perfectly styled outfit, the glossy lips, the tiny bow in her hair.

"You must be princess popstar," he said, voice dripping with amusement.

Y/N folded her arms. "You must be twenty minutes late."

Chris grinned. "Damn. Didn’t know you had a mouth on you."

The producer coughed, sensing the tension. "Alright let’s get started. Y/N you’ve heard the beat, right?"

She forced herself to focus, nodding as she slid into her professional mode. "Yeah. I wrote some ideas last night."

Chris leaned back. "Let’s hear em miss perfection."

She shot him a look before grabbing the mic.

The second she started singing, the entire room changed.

Soft but powerful. A melody that wrapped around the beat effortlessly, like it had always belonged there. Every note was precise, every lyric carefully crafted.

Chris watched, arms draped over the back of the couch, actually listening now.

When she finished, she set the mic down and turned to him. "Your turn."

Chris stood, stretching before walking into the booth. He didn’t have a notebook. No pre-written lyrics. Just confidence.

Then he started rapping.

And Y/N had to admit—he was good.

Not just good. Insane.

His flow was effortless, his words sharp and unfiltered, carrying this grit that made everything feel real. He wasn’t trying to sound perfect. He was just him.

By the time he stepped out, the energy in the room had completely shifted.

Chris smirked, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "What cat got your tongue?"

Y/N snapped out of it, rolling her eyes. "It was alright."He chuckled.

"You liked it."

She didn’t answer. She actually did like it.

But she wasn’t about to let him know that.

The producer clapped his hands together, cutting through the tension. "Alright, I think we’ve got something solid here. You two actually sound insane together."

Y/N turned back toward the soundboard, listening as the track replayed. Their voices blended too well. Her smooth, delicate melodies wrapped around Chris’s rougher, effortless flow in a way that just worked. The contrast was sharp, but somehow, they fit.

She hated that she liked it.

Chris grabbed a water bottle and leaned against the wall, watching her as she studied the track.

"You always this serious?" he asked.

Y/N didn’t look at him. "I care about my work."

Chris grinned. "Damn. You act like I don’t."

"You showed up twenty minutes late and smelled like Chipotle."

He laughed, taking a sip of water. "Fair point." Then after a beat, "Alright miss perfection, what’s up? We making a hit or what?"

Y/N sighed, finally glancing at him. "The song’s good."

Chris raised a brow. "Just good?"

She shrugged. "We’ll see after the final mix."

Chris smirked, stepping a little closer. Close enough that she caught the faintest whiff of his cologne—something fresh, a little sharp, something that felt too effortless.

"You always this hard to impress?" he mused.

Y/N met his gaze, lifting her chin slightly. "You always this cocky?"

His smirk deepened. "Yes."

A challenge. A dare.

Y/N refused to rise to it. Instead, she grabbed her phone and turned toward the producer. "I’ll check my schedule for the next session."

Chris let her go, but she felt his eyes on her the entire time.As she walked out of the studio, she ignored the way her heartbeat felt just a little unsteady.

This collaboration was going to be a problem.

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