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♡Scarlet - Chris Sturniolo♡

𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚑𝟽𝟹𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜...

𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕, 𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

"𝓢𝓸 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼...𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓷"

Pairing: rapper!chris x popstar!reader Warnings: explicit content, manipulation, mature themes, toxic behavior, and intense emotional struggles. mentions of self-doubt, anxiety, and unhealthy relationship dynamics

"You know you've got me right?"

"I didn’t ask for this."

"Doesn’t matter. I’m still here."

𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

I'm gonna credit the following writers and their works on rapper chris and singer reader below

@chrissturnsfav

@chrissdollie

@liiixsturniolos

@55sturn

@chrattvibe

+ anyone else who has ever written something with this dynamic or something similar.

All parts of Scarlet will be located under the ♡◇scarlet◇♡ tag

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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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About Me!!

☾✰Luna✰☽

Brunnette, green eyes, Italian and American and i only write about the sturniolo triplets

Music: Dominic Fike, Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Arctic Monkeys, Tyler The Creator, The Neighborhood, TV Girl, Clairo

Youtubers: Sturniolo Triplets, Kallmekris, Tara Yummy, Sam and Colby, Jake and Johnnie, etc

Shows: Stranger Things, Bluey, Bridgerton, WandaVision

Movies: 10 Things I Hate About You, Scream, Clueless

Likes: Light blue, Dr Pepper, pasta, stars

Dislikes: Slow walkers, Baby Shark, idiot drivers, etc

i know i should be writing scarlet instead of this (i promise im cooking tho) but how much would u guys enjoy like all the stuff behind y/n and chris?? I'm thinking album covers and spotify, instagram and stuff.

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

Family Dynamic HCS

-> Pairings: Dad!Chris, Dad!Matt, Uncle!Nick

-> Warnings: fluff!!

-> Summary: pretty obvious, but Chris and Matt as dads, and Nick as an uncle

-> A/N: I re-wrote my hcs into one big one, and I already love it more. Reblogs are appreciated!! borders are from @bernardsbendystraws

UNCLE!NICK

He has no kids but a dog or a cat.

He spoils his nieces and nephews to the point where Chris and Matt hate him.

He 100% taught swear words to the kids.

When he finds out one of their wives is pregnant he's happy but then realizes they fucked and gets disgusted as a joke.

His nieces copied his attitude.

He might say he doesn't like kids, but he's never talking about his nephews and nieces.

"Cousin Sleepover at Uncle Nicks" was invented by his fiancé because he loves his future nieces and nephews.

DAD!MATT

All girls, maybe one boy.

If his girls made bracelets, he'd clip them to his keychain or hang in on his rearview mirror in his car.

His tattoos are now coloring pages to them.

He cares for everyone when everyone's sick because he 'never gets sick', but when hrs sick, he's a big baby.

He learned how to braid hair solely for his daughters.

Cries every time one of his kids starts kindergarten, middle school, junior high, or high school.

"Daddy, play dress up!" 5 minutes later, he has his makeup done, nails painted, hair in little hair ties, and an Elsa dress on. There will be photos of that in everyone's camera roll, and he is NOT ashamed.

DAD!CHRIS

100% a 'boy dad' person.

He takes the boys skating when you visit his family in Boston for Christmas.

His kids are younger than Matt's by 3-4 years because of his mentioned fear of commitment.

He loves surprising his whole with big-ass gifts (like a dog).

hes more of a kid than his kids.

Dad jokes constantly, but they're funny.

At one point has let his boys play so rough that it resulted in a broken arm/wrist. Multiple. Times.

EXTRAS

Chris and Matt's kids mention to others that they are technically half-siblings due to Chris and Matt having identical DNA.

Chris's oldest boy's best friend is Nate's oldest son.

There might be cousin sleepovers at Nick's, but every Christmas in Boston, it's at Grandma Marylou's and Grandpa Jimmy's

A/N: reblogs are appreciated!

Tags: @hoeforchrizz @authoryand @bambi-slxt @nickssidewitch @flouvela @kinascum

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Chris stifled a yawn as he padded down the hallway, bleary-eyed and only half awake. The morning sun was already filtering through the blinds, casting stripes of golden light onto the hardwood floor. As he made his way into the living room, though, he stopped in his tracks.

There she was, leaning over the coffee table with a coffee mug in one hand, a pen in the other, scribbling something in her pink, sticker-covered planner.

Chris blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, but no—she was definitely wearing his favorite sweatshirt, the one with a subtle logo on the chest and a hole in the left cuff. Except now, it looked completely different.

The hem of the oversized hoodie hung just past her mid-thigh, and somehow, she’d managed to tuck the fabric at her waist so that it had a cute, cropped shape. Her hair was styled in her usual soft waves, a pastel pink bow clipped to one side, matching her cozy socks.

And, as always, she’d accessorized: a delicate bracelet on one wrist and a small chain necklace with a charm he’d given her on their last anniversary. His hoodie wasn’t just an old favorite anymore—it looked like it belonged to her.

Chris didn’t know whether to laugh, sigh, or tease her.“Morning, fashion thief,” he said, trying to keep a straight face as he leaned against the doorframe.

She looked up with a mischievous grin. “Oh, hi! You’re up early,” she replied, not missing a beat. “And what do you mean, thief? I don’t see your name on it.”

Chris raised an eyebrow and walked over, flopping onto the couch next to her.

“I don’t need my name on it—it’s mine. You’ve got an entire closet. How’d you end up in my stuff?”

She shrugged, brushing it off casually but with a little smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s comfy, plus it goes with my vibe.” She tugged at the hoodie with both hands, making it cinch at her waist in a way that made Chris’s heart flip a little. “Besides, it needed a little personality. You know—feminine touch.”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re lucky it looks good on you,” he said, trying to sound unaffected.

“Lucky?” She leaned closer, tilting her head in mock suspicion. “Are you saying you wouldn’t wear it if it was pink and had bows on it?”

Chris rolled his eyes but couldn’t hold back a laugh. “I mean, I might. For the right person, maybe.” He pulled the hood over her head, tugging it lightly to mess up her hair.

She laughed, smoothing out her hair as she fixed him with a playful glare. “Alright, since you seem so attached to it, maybe I’ll just keep it forever.”

“Oh, really?” Chris leaned in, challenging her with a raised eyebrow. “You think you can pull off my style all the time?”

“Please,” she said, scoffing playfully. “I make your style look good. Honestly, you should be paying me for the upgrade.” She struck a dramatic pose, as if she were on a runway, making him laugh even harder.

Chris watched her for a moment, admiring how effortlessly she brought her own style to everything—even his old sweatshirt. There was something special about seeing her blend her world with his, making his things her own. And honestly, he loved it.

Chris grinned as she kept playfully twirling in his sweatshirt, striking overly dramatic poses that were so far from his usual laid-back style that he couldn’t help but laugh. She looked like a cute, rebellious version of herself, and he could see just how much fun she was having.

“Alright, Miss Fashionista,” he said, scooting closer on the couch and narrowing his eyes. “If you’re so good at making my clothes look ‘better,’ then I dare you to style a full outfit—head to toe—in my clothes.” She stopped mid-pose, an eyebrow raised. “Oh, you don’t think I’d do it?”

“Oh, I think you would,” Chris replied, a teasing spark in his eye. “I just don’t think you’d be able to pull off an entire outfit.”

“Challenge accepted.” She set down her coffee mug and folded her arms confidently, tilting her chin up. “Get ready, because I’m about to turn ‘grunge casual’ into something fabulous.” Chris leaned back, arms crossed, thoroughly entertained.

“Go for it. My closet is all yours.”A few minutes later, Chris was still lounging on the couch when he heard her rustling around in his bedroom. His closet wasn’t exactly a treasure trove of options—hoodies, oversized tees, a couple of flannels, and a few beanies—but he had a feeling she could make even the simplest pieces look good.

After some rummaging and the occasional giggle, she finally emerged.

Chris’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, now fully decked out in an outfit that was unmistakably his, but with a twist only she could pull off.

She’d layered one of his favorite oversized flannels over a plain white tee, which she’d tucked into a pair of shorts she’d found in his drawer (or maybe they were boxers—it was hard to tell).

She’d rolled the sleeves just slightly and even added a pair of mismatched socks to the look, one knee-high and one scrunched down to her ankle. A chain necklace he’d forgotten he even owned hung loosely around her neck, and she’d topped it all off with one of his beanies pulled snugly over her curls, though her pink bow still peeked out from underneath.

She stood in front of him, hands on her hips, giving a sassy little twirl. “What do you think? Rocking the Chris Sturniolo brand or what?”

Chris couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t even look that good in my own clothes,” he admitted, gesturing for her to do a spin. She obliged, grinning as she gave him a little twirl before flopping onto the couch beside him.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, nudging him with her elbow. “But see? This,” she gestured down at the outfit, “is what happens when you add a little personality.”

Chris shrugged, trying to play it cool even though he couldn’t help but be captivated by how cute she looked. “Yeah, alright, you got me. You actually make my clothes look like they belong on someone famous.”

She feigned offense, placing a hand on her chest. “Chris! Are you saying you’re not famous?”

“Oh, come on, you know what I mean,” he laughed, trying to hide how his cheeks were probably turning red.

“But seriously, you’re killing it. I think I might just let you keep this one,” he added, tugging at the hem of the flannel she was wearing.

“Oh, that’s so generous of you,” she said sarcastically. “But you know what? I think I might just have to keep all of these,” she teased, winking.

He shook his head, though his grin stayed plastered on his face.

“Fine, take ‘em all,” he said, pretending to sigh. “But on one condition.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“You have to wear this exact outfit next time we go out,” he said, his expression suddenly serious. “Like, full on, head-to-toe Chris Sturniolo.”

She gasped dramatically, playing along. “Are you asking me to step out in public like this? I don’t know if the world is ready.”

“Oh, I’m serious. The world needs to see this masterpiece.”She rolled her eyes, leaning back into the couch with a playful grin.

“No way. That would ruin my reputation and my ego. No offense but only you can go out in public and look hot as fuck dressed like Christopher Sturniolo.”

For a few quiet moments, they sat together in comfortable silence, her head on his shoulder as they both scrolled through their phones. Chris caught himself sneaking glances at her every now and then, still not quite over how she could take anything of his and make it look amazing.

Then she sighed, looking up at him with that mischievous sparkle back in her eyes. “You know,” she said, biting back a smile, “if you’re that into my style, maybe next time you should try wearing something of mine.”

Chris’s eyebrows shot up, and he immediately started to protest, but she just laughed, already planning out what she could make him wear.

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