•~*WRAPPED IN YOU*~•
- chris sturniolo x female reader
- summery: ?!?¿!?
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chris couldn’t stop looking at her, though. her hair was a little messy, falling into her eyes, and the hoodie made her look so effortlessly beautiful. every time she glanced up at him, that soft smile tugging at her lips, it made his chest tighten a little more. he loved moments like this—quiet, intimate, just the two of them.
“hey,” chris said softly, his thumb gently brushing over the back of her hand, “you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
sof blushed, ducking her head a little as she looked back at him through her lashes. “you tell me that all the time,” she teased, though the blush on her cheeks gave away how much it meant to her.
“because it’s true,” chris murmured, his voice dropping to a more serious tone as he leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against hers. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”
sof smiled, her fingers slipping into his hair, playing with it softly as she whispered back, “i think we’re both pretty lucky.” she leaned in, brushing her lips against his in a slow, tender kiss. it was soft, but there was something about the way chris kissed her back, his hand resting on her thigh, squeezing just enough to send a spark between them.
they stayed like that for a moment, their foreheads resting against each other’s, the quiet between them thick with unspoken feelings. chris finally pulled back, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes now.
“you know,” he started, his tone shifting to something playful, “we have the whole house to ourselves today. no interruptions, no brothers walking in… we could do whatever we want.”
sof raised an eyebrow, catching the tone of his voice. “oh? and what exactly are you thinking, chris?” she asked, her voice low as she leaned in a little closer, challenging him.
chris smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her from where she sat into his lap. “well, i had a few ideas…” his voice trailed off as he let his hands slide slowly over her hips, his touch just enough to make sof’s breath hitch slightly.
“hmm?” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear as she leaned in, teasing him right back. “what kind of ideas?”
chris chuckled softly, his grip on her tightening just a bit as he leaned back to look at her, eyes full of playful intent. “i was thinking… we could start with breakfast. a pancake flipping contest. winner gets… whatever they want.”
sof blinked, surprised by the sudden change in direction, before laughing. “a pancake flipping contest? seriously?” she asked, but the grin on her face was too big to hide.
chris grinned back. “hey, don’t underestimate me. i’m pretty good with pancakes.”
sof rolled her eyes, but slid off his lap, pulling him up from the couch. “alright, let’s see what you’ve got, then.”
the playful mood carried them to the kitchen, where sof tied her hair up in a messy bun, still wearing chris’s hoodie, while he grabbed the ingredients for pancakes. they worked side by side, laughing and teasing each other as they mixed the batter. chris, ever the competitor, kept bumping into her playfully, distracting her whenever she tried to focus on flipping her pancakes.
“chris!” sof laughed, swatting at him with the spatula. “you’re not even trying to win, you’re just messing with me!”
chris dodged her playful swat, a smug grin on his face. “maybe i just like seeing you all flustered,” he said, giving her a wink before flipping his pancake—though it ended up folding over on itself in the pan.
sof giggled, flipping hers perfectly. “looks like i’m winning,” she teased, giving him a triumphant smile.
“yeah, yeah,” chris muttered, but he couldn’t help but smile at how happy she looked.
when the contest ended, sof was declared the winner, her pancakes golden and fluffy, while chris’s were… well, they tasted good, but their appearance left a lot to be desired. they sat down at the table with their plates, the kitchen still filled with the sweet smell of syrup and pancakes.
chris took a bite of his own, looking over at sof. “okay, fine. yours look better, but i bet mine taste better,” he said, leaning forward with a playful challenge in his eyes.
sof raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of hers and pretending to think for a moment. “hmm… i don’t know, mine are pretty unbeatable.”
chris leaned in even closer, his voice dropping. “let’s make a deal, then. if mine taste better, you owe me something.”
sof smirked, leaning in as well, their faces inches apart. “and if mine are better?”
“then i’ll owe you,” chris murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.
sof took another bite, pretending to savor it dramatically before smiling. “looks like you’re going to owe me, chris.”
chris chuckled, shaking his head as they finished their breakfast. after they cleaned up, they returned to the couch, the playful competition fading into the background as they settled into the quiet comfort of each other again.
sof snuggled up against chris, her head resting on his chest as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “you know,” she whispered, her fingers tracing light patterns on his arm, “this is pretty perfect.”
“yeah?” chris asked softly, his hand sliding through her hair. “just this?”
“just this,” she replied, her voice soft and content. “you and me, no distractions… i wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
chris smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “me neither,” he whispered, holding her just a little tighter.
and so they spent the rest of the day like that, wrapped up in each other, enjoying the simple, quiet intimacy of being together. no big plans, no interruptions—just the warmth of their love filling the space between them, making everything else disappear. it was moments like these that made everything feel right in the world, like nothing else mattered but them.
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