#chris motionless x reader smut

[chemical-killjoy]

Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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Fireworks - Chris Motionless Smut

AN: Requested by @motionlessindoubt I hope this is what you wanted when you requested Chris smut where he distracts you from your overstimulation/anxiety after watching fireworks. Hope you enjoy!

“The fireworks are about to begin, we are all getting ready to go down to the beach baby,” Chris says, coming up behind you to leave a kiss on the top of your head before he shuts your laptop.

“I wasn’t done-” 

He cuts you off, “no, the numbers can wait.  You work for us and we are your bosses, as one of your bosses I say that the work can wait until tomorrow.  You have hidden in the room all day working on things while we were out, come and enjoy some things with us for a while.  AJ is already grilling burgers and hotdogs down on the beach, some of the guys bought some beer.  Come relax and enjoy fireworks tonight with us, I will help you finish whatever you are doing tomorrow.”

You sigh, knowing that there is no way you will win this argument, so you let him grab your hand and pull you to your feet before the two of you step out of the hotel and make your way to the beach with everyone else. 

“Holy shit, you actually got her away from her work,” Ricky says with a smile, teasing you as the two of you walk up to the group, handing you a cold beer.

“Thank you,” you murmur softly, still a little annoyed that you aren’t being allowed to finish your work.

“I didn’t give her a choice, it is an off day, she can come and enjoy part of it,” Chris answers, standing behind you with his hands on your waist as you start to talk with the band and crew, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere as you all enjoy the food that AJ is grilling, and the warm sun on your skin as it starts to set.

You are quiet most of the time, just listening to the conversations everyone was having, laughing at Vinny being his usual clown self.  It was enjoyable to just get to relax, even if you noticed that Ricky had his camera out quite a bit recording people.  Ryan had his camera out to get some pictures of all of you when he caught a decent one.

Finally it was dark, the beach getting much more crowded as people were coming to watch the fireworks show.  It was honestly starting to overwhelm you being surrounded by people. Chris had noticed your mood changed and pulled you from where you were sitting on to his lap, you can tell you are blushing at his actions.

“Chris, we haven’t gone public yet, what if someone snaps a photo or something?” you ask him softly, but still leaning back into his arms and relaxing.

“Then people know, I really don’t care if you don’t,” he says, brushing your hair over on one shoulder so that he can rest his chin on it.

“Okay, I can deal with it,” you answer, turning to give him a soft kiss before turning your attention towards the fireworks display that was now starting.

Some of the really loud ones were starting to get to you a little bit and Chris can tell, rubbing your shoulders softly when you begin to jump a little each time another loud one goes off.

“Do we need to go back baby, if they are bothering you we can dip out early,” he asks you softly, more concerned about you being okay than about enjoying the show that was happening in front of the two of you.

“I’ll be fine, the louder ones are just overwhelming me a little bit is all, nothing bad.  I want us to enjoy this moment,” you respond, but when another loud one goes off you can’t prevent the little jump that you let out.

Chris says nothing, but continues to worry about you a little bit.  He knows that you are only sticking it out for him, because he was looking forward to this and he doesn’t want you to suffer to make him happy. 

When the grand finale hits, a lot of them go off all at once and loud enough to push you over the edge.  You turn and bury your face in his chest, not watching them any longer as the loudness and brightness of them all going off all at once overwhelms you, and is finally enough that you break down a little bit.

He doesn’t wait for the finale to end, he sends a message to Rick saying that the two of you were leaving because you were really tired and would see them all the next morning.  He then grabs your hand, holding tightly as he weaves through the people on the beach and walks with you back to the hotel room, trying to ignore your whimpers when more of them go off.

The two of you make your way into your shared hotel room, and he is quickly going through your suitcase, finding your anxiety medicine and pulling one out of the bottle for you, handing it to you so you can take it.  Both of you sit on the bed, Chris holding you close as it slowly kicks in, easing your tension and relaxing you.

“I-I’m sorry we had to leave early,” you say softly once the wave of anxiety leaves your body, you now feel like you talk and do things again.

“I don’t care that we had to leave, all I care about is that you are okay.  I’ve seen what happens when you have ignored it for too long before and I didn’t want that to happen tonight, I care about you,” he says softly, a hand leaning forward to brush some of your hair behind your ear as he speaks to you.

“Loud noises can sometimes trigger me, especially when it’s not loud music or things that are normal.  Booms and stuff can just…. I’m sorry Chris, I feel like I ruined your night,” you say, now feeling a bit guilty that he didn’t get to spend the rest of his night with the crew.  “Now that the fireworks are done we can walk back down there, or you can if you want to.  I know they’re all still down there drinking and enjoying the band that was playing on the beach.”

“I would rather be here with you right now,” he answers, placing a hand on your cheek and making you look at him.

His lips softly meet yours, pulling you into a gentle, loving kiss.  There is no rush between either of you, just enjoying the closeness and feeling of being with each other.  Slowly he moves, pushing you on your back and crawling over the top of you, one of his hands settling on your waist as his other holds him up over you. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him closer to you as the kiss deepens, his tongue slowly finding yours as you both continue this song and dance.  You never really get to have these moments on the bus, hell the two of you haven’t had sex yet as your relationship is fairly new and neither of you wanted to attempt it on the crowded bus.

You feel one of his hands starting to slide underneath your shirt, moving up your torso before it stops on top of your bra, waiting for you to let him know that this is okay with you. You move, resting your hand on top of his in your own silent way of letting him know that he could continue.

That is all the indicator that he needs, pulling away from your lips long enough to slip his shirt off and to pull yours off as well before he captures your lips in another kiss again, this time more heated as he starts to massage your breast through your bra, eventually slipping his hand underneath the cup as his lips move slowly along your jaw towards your ear, nipping lightly at your earlobe for a second.

“Can I keep going? I need to know that you want this too before I continue,” he asks you, shivering as his breath hits your skin.

“Yes, please,” you say softly, shifting your hips so they meet his, causing a friction between the two of you that makes you both gasp at the sensation.

He accepts your answer and reaches around behind you to unhook your bra, it being flung, who knows where as he dips his head down, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples, nipping and teasing you making you whine, which in turn makes him smile against your skin.  He continues to take his time, moving to the other one knowing that he is driving you nuts.  Chris wants you to really enjoy your first time with him, make you want more but also make sure that you know that he cares about you and wants you to feel good.

You however are getting impatient, moving your hands down to his jeans.  Popping the button open and pulling the zipper down, teasingly rubbing your hand along his erection as you slide them down.  He lifts his hips so that you can slide his jeans off of him, groaning when you now stroke him through the material of his boxers.  He isn’t sure what he should expect from you as you are a bit on the shy side, but he didn’t expect that you would just go for it.

His lips move, meeting yours again before he slides his hands down your body, grabbing your own shorts and sliding them down your hips with your panties, deciding to just rid you of everything at once before grabbing the hand that you are stroking him with and stopping you.

“Don’t, let me focus on you right now,” he says, pulling your hand away from him before pulling away from you.

You instantly blush when you realize that he is moving so that he is between your thighs, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs as they make his way towards where you currently need him most.

He finally teasingly runs a couple of his fingers up your folds, stopping when they reach your clit and circle it slowly making you whine as you look at him, making eye contact with him as he continues to barely touch you.  

You reach down, grabbing his hand with your own before leading it towards your opening, silently urging him to finally sink his fingers inside of you.  He looks down at your hands before meeting your eyes again, finally doing as you wish, slowly easing two of his long fingers inside of you all while maintaining that eye contact with you.  Watching you as you shift, gasping at the feeling before he looks back down at what he was doing, starting to thrust his fingers inside of you, enjoying watching them sink inside of you as he did it.

“You’re taking me so well, so wet for me,” he groans softly, noting how you seemed to grow wetter just from his words. “Fuck, you like it when I talk like that to you?” he asks.

You nod your head, the words unable to form as he gets rougher with you finally, curving his fingers upwards, smirking when you suddenly moan when he finds the right spot, now making sure to curl his fingers over it each time they sink inside of you.

“I want you to cum on my hand first before I sink my cock inside of you, want to make you feel good first,” he growls, now using his thumb to circle your clit as his fingers continue to work that spot inside of you, feeling you clench around them as you grow closer towards your orgasm.

“Come on y/n, be a good girl and cum for me,” that was enough to push you over the edge, his words igniting something inside of you that has you suddenly arching your back as you gasp out, your orgasm hitting you.  He slows down his movements, letting you come down from your high before he moves away.

He is now settled over you again, his lips finding yours as he pulls you into another kiss that leaves you wanting more, craving him.  While you are distracted he reaches down to line himself up with you, slowly entering you, both of you gasping at the feeling that washes over the two of you at the contact.

The two of you continue to kiss as he thrusts inside of you, taking his time to bring both of you towards the edge together.  He can tell he is getting close, and with how you are clenching around him he knows that you are getting close again yourself.  He pulls his lips just slightly away from yours for a second.

“Cum with me,” he says softly, grabbing one of your hands to move it between your thighs, wanting you to rub your clit as he gets a bit rougher with his thrusts.  You take the hint and do what he wants, it throws you over the edge again, you clenching harshly around him and causing his own orgasm to wash over him, slowing his movements as he finishes.

He slowly pulls out of you as he leaves several gentle kisses on your lips before pulling away from you, giving you the space you need to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.

When you step back towards the main part of the hotel room he is handing you one of his shirts and your pajama pants for you to sleep in, letting you get dressed before dragging you back into the bed, arms wrapping tightly around you and pulling you into his chest.

“You don’t have to baby me you know,” you say softly, wanting him to know that while you are enjoying this that he doesn’t have to be this way with you.

“I know but I want to, we can’t really cuddle much on the bus and it’s another week before we are in a hotel again.  Let me enjoy the moment,” he says softly, a hand moving to run along your back underneath the shirt you have on. 

“Okay, don’t forget you have to help me finish my work tomorrow when we are on the bus, also I know you were trying to help me with my overstimulation and anxiety, but that is definitely not how I expected you to do so.” you say, teasing him before you leave a gentle kiss on his chest.

“Yeah yeah, I know.  And hey, at least the distraction worked,”  he rolls his eyes before he moves a little bit to turn the lamp off but pauses when you both suddenly hear Vinny through your hotel wall.

“Oh Chris, harder,” in an exaggerated voice, followed by him and Rick laughing.

You can feel your face turn bright red, knowing that tomorrow you will have to face both of them now that you are aware that they have heard the two of you.  Chris laughs when he feels you bury your face in his neck, knowing that you are embarrassed.

“Can’t keep any secrets on tour,” he teases, picking on you now that the light is off.  “At least we can get laid,” he says this last part loudly, hoping that they can hear him.

“Fuck you Chris,” Vin yells back, laughing again.

“I’m hiding in my bunk tomorrow,” you now mumble, shifting slightly so you are more comfortable before allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

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🥀 Scream For Me 🥀

💀GHOSTFACE! CHRIS X READER ONESHOT💀

He's the one with the dark secret you were never meant to discover. And you're the one who almost got away....

• smut; language; TW dark themes of death, violence, blood/gore, and a knifeplay kink

You were never meant to find out.

He'd worked so hard to keep all of it from you, everything. And now, here you both were.

Him, towering over you, his anxiety and nerves and all that stress concealed ever so easily behind that familiar mask, his blade at your throat.

And you, lying prone and helpless beneath him, those eyes wide with fear.

He hated it, hated himself.

How had things become such a fucking mess?

"You guys leave to come home soon, right?"

You stared down at the sleeves of your sweater, your fingers toying with the edges of the fabric as you waited for Chris's response.

Him and his bandmates had gone on their tour about four to five months ago, and while you knew they were due to come home soon, it still wouldn't be soon enough.

Why, exactly?

About a month or so before Chris and his band were supposed to go on tour, there had been headlines in the news of a sudden string of murders a few cities away, with the location of each murder growing closer and closer still, up until the most recent one.

That one had occurred only within a two hour's drive away from the city you lived in. A month or so had passed without any news after that, everything seeming to calm down a little.

But while you were trying to remain positive, deep down, you knew it would only be a matter of time before the one responsible for the murders would strike again, maybe this time choosing your own hometown as their next target.

"Baby, I promise, we only have one week left, and then we're home," Chris's voice cut through your thoughts, startling you. Your wide eyes locked with his as you nodded, though the traces of a frown still marred your face.

Almost like he knew where your thoughts lay, Chris spoke up again.

"Y/N, sweetheart. I know you're worried about what's been happening in the news, but I promise, I'm gonna be home so soon, and then I can keep you safe," he tried to assure you.

"They got really close before you left, Chris," you mumbled, your gaze dropping to land once more on your sweater. "They won't this time, don't worry," he immediately answered.

There seemed to be something almost unintentionally dark about the way he said it, like he somehow knew. Then again, maybe you were just imagining it.

"Hey, so I know Halloween's coming up soon..." Chris began, trying subtly to change the subject. You couldn't help the smile that slowly made its way onto your face.

He knew, he always did.

Ever since the two of you had started dating and he'd learned that Halloween was a favorite holiday of yours, he'd made it his personal mission to go all out for you, every single year.

And each year somehow seemed to top the last, if that was even possible.

You nodded, grinning as your fingers began to toy with the edges of your sleeve again.

"Only one more week," you echoed his earlier statement.

"Any plans? Just- please, don't do any of the haunted fairs or anything without me. I want to be there to do that with you," Chris said with a grin.

"Nah, she's gonna go get possessed in a haunted house or some shit!" you heard Vinny chime in from the background.

You were unable to keep from laughing as you nodded, answering with a "Yeah, just for you, buddy," much to Chris's disapproval.

"You guys are the worst," he grumbled.

You grinned at him, offering an apologetic "I love you?"

He stuck his tongue out at you, before calling you a brat and returning your heartfelt sentiments.

"Also, to answer your earlier question, yes, I do in fact have plans. Might catch up on the Scream franchise," you said with a grin.

Chris raised an eyebrow at you, shaking his head. "Those old movies? Haven't you seen all of them already, babe?"

You shrugged in response.

"I dunno, can't beat the classics. It's like you with the entire Halloween franchise," you pointed out.

Chris shook his head, making a face of disgust. "Nope, not all of em. Halloween H²O was the worst one of the franchise, and everyone knows it," he countered.

"Agree to disagree. Anyway, you know why I like watching all those horror movies," you said with a smirk.

Chris did indeed know why you liked horror movies so much.

There was just something about the fear and the adrenaline that kind of got you going, and when he'd found out your little secret, he'd been more than happy to indulge and explore in it with you.

If you were being honest with yourself, it had led to some of the dirtiest, (and sometimes borderline dangerous) sex you and Chris had ever had.

You could feel your thighs clench together now as your thoughts drifted back to some of those nights, when he'd had you trapped beneath him during sessions involving knifeplay...

The way you'd been so willing for him, craving his touch and the touch of the blade, the way Chris was always so careful and his intentions nothing short of pure, even if the act itself definitely said otherwise...

"Pretty baby, penny for those thoughts?" Chris teased you, startling you out of your brief daydreams.

The smallest of gasps slid from between your lips as you met his eyes, noting the way a smirk now rested on his perfect face, making him very much resemble the cat that ate the canary.

Your cheeks flushed with heat as you stared back at him, unable to form words. His smirk only grew as he stared back at you, those warm brown eyes seeming to darken a shade or two.

"Oh, I bet I know where my pretty little baby's thoughts went..." he said with a wink, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth for a second before letting it go.

Your eyes locked onto the minute little movement, and you swear, you could feel your heart stop for a second or two.

"O-only a week left before y-you get home?" you asked him, your words stumbling over one another in their rush to get out.

Chris nodded, a familiar look settling in his eyes. It was a look you knew well, one that never failed to excite you.

"One more week, baby, and then I'm coming home to have my way with you," he confirmed.

"O-okay," you breathed, your thighs clenching together once more. One week, that wouldn't be so bad, right? Still...

Your mind once again started to conjure up the images you'd seen in the news, crime scenes and death tolls and pure horror...

Shaking your head, you bit back a frown, quickly masking it with a smile that you hoped would fool even Chris himself. And by some miracle, it seemed to work.

"Hey, Y/N, baby, I gotta go. We have to start getting ready soon, but I'll text you the minute we get back in that break room, okay?"

You nodded, exchanging farewells with Chris and the rest of his bandmates, before the video call ended, leaving you sitting there in silence.

One week...

Why did that suddenly feel like an eternity?

Only two more days.

He could make it that long, right?

Part of him felt incredibly guilty for not texting you to let you know him and his bandmates were already back in LA, had been for the past three days, actually.

But right now, there was an entirely different emotion taking over everything else, a much darker emotion, one he had grown quite familiar with.

There was just something so thrilling about all of it, about the fact that nobody, not even LAPD's finest themselves, had caught onto it yet, had caught onto him yet.

Not even his bandmates knew, although he could have sworn that his guitarist and closest friend, Rick, was slowly starting to suspect.

But how could he?

He'd been incredibly careful, very meticulous with the way he'd gone about it, never leaving any evidence to suggest that he'd been the one to commit such horrendous acts.

No blood, no foul, right?

Except there'd been plenty of blood, exactly the kind of thing you just couldn't seem to avoid with these types of situations.

The faintest of smirks pulled at the corner of Chris's mouth as he recalled the most recent of atrocities he'd committed.

The way the light had slowly left the man's eyes, the way he'd begged and pleaded before he'd been slaughtered like an animal...

It was always one of the best parts, hearing them beg, seeing the fear in their eyes when they realized that no, in fact, it wasn't a game, it wasn't just a movie, it was actually happening.

It was kind of ironic, really.

His sweet, adorable little Y/N wasn't the only one who got off on horror...

And now, as he donned that familiar mask, another smirk crossed his features, concealed by that ever silent, eternally screaming face he wore so proudly.

Tonight was gonna be such a fucking scream...

Tomorrow.

Chris and his bandmates would be coming home tomorrow, and then you'd have him home with you for another several months, maybe even a year, before he'd have to leave again.

The thought made you smile, although unbeknownst to you, your good mood wouldn't last. Your phone pinged on the bedside table, and in a hurry, you snatched it up, expecting to see a message from Chris.

But what you were most definitely not expecting was a panicked text from his bandmate and closest friend, Rick Olson.

'Y/N. News channel, now. You need to see this, it's... bad.'

With a frown passing across your features, you slowly reached for the TV remote, switching the set on and flipping to the local news station.

And as you sat there watching, your heart slowly sank, an odd sort of cold settling deep within your bones.

Splashed across the bottom of the screen, a single news headline: 'DEATH TOLL RISES AS LA LOCAL IS FOUND MURDERED'.

You sat there, listening with an anxious sort of desperation, your heart thundering in your chest. LA, that was... here. Had it finally come to this, had the person responsible for the slaughter finally made their way to your hometown?

You continued to watch the ongoing news with rapt attention, until something the news anchor said caught your attention, something about how they had given the suspect a new moniker, "the Ghostface killer".

No... this had to be a joke, right?

It had to be a mistake, right?

Surely there wasn't actually some sick fuck out there taking inspiration from a movie franchise... right?

Your phone pinged once more in your hand, startling you, and as you glanced down at the text, your heart dropped as far as it could possibly go.

'There's something else. Chris is gone. He left an hour ago and hasn't been back since. And he's been acting... weird... lately.'

What exactly was Rick implying here?

Wait a minute... was he assuming Chris had something to do with all of this?

You typed out a response, your fingers working quickly, almost in desperation.

'Are you saying you think Chris has something to do with the murders?'

Almost immediately, Rick's reply came through.

'I don't know yet. But something isn't right. I think- I think I know what's going on, but I really hope I'm wrong...'

You were about to respond when there was a muffled clatter from downstairs, sending your heart into a frantic staccato within your ribcage.

Phone in hand, you slowly got up off the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. You stopped near the bedroom door, glancing down to send a quick text to Chris.

'Babe, when do you guys get in tomorrow? Are you able to come home early tonight?'

You waited anxiously, but five minutes went by without a reply, so you sent another text.

'Please, I really need you right now... 😰'

Another five minutes went by, and still no response from him. Rick was right earlier, something was very wrong about all of this...

Slowly opening the door, you crept out and down the hall as silently as you could, your breath trembling as you carefully leaned over the banister to sneak a look downstairs.

Several seconds went by, until you heard footsteps, accompanied a moment later by a dark shadow cast on the floor.

You scrambled back from the railing, your heart pounding, each beat sounding rather loud in the silence of that dark hallway.

Back pressed against the wall, you stood there, waiting, hoping anxiously that your little intruder would give up and leave.

But to your horror, you heard footsteps ascending the stairs.

Trying not to panic, you made a beeline for your bedroom, and that's when you heard those footsteps behind you, growing louder before they suddenly stopped.

You cast an anxious look over your shoulder, immediately wishing you hadn't.

Behind you, standing at the end of the hall, was a black-cloaked figure, their face concealed by none other than... a Ghostface mask.

Fuck, they were here-!

You stood frozen in fear, watching as the figure stared at you, their head slowly tilting first to the left and then the right, almost like a hunter regarding their prey.

And then they were running towards you, before you had time to react.

A cry of fear left your mouth as you turned and ran into the bedroom, trying desperately to close the door, a struggle ensuing between you and the intruder.

Your phone clattered to the ground as you pushed against the door with all your strength, trying hard to get it to latch shut so you could lock it.

There was a loud thump from the other side of the door, and you staggered back a little, another cry leaving your mouth.

Abandoning the door, you ran over to the window, trying desperately to throw it open so you could escape, but you had only gotten it up maybe an inch or so before you felt strong arms close around your waist, yanking you away from the window.

Several pleading screams clawed their way up your throat, echoing off the walls of the bedroom, and you kicked your legs, fighting as hard as you could to get free.

Tears streamed down your face as you were slammed down onto the bed, your breath nearly knocked out of you. As gasping sobs slipped free from your parted lips, you stared up at the masked killer with wide eyes, your body numb with fear.

Is this really how it would end for you, dying at the hands of a masked murderer-?

Fuck-!

He had made sure to be as quiet as possible, and it still hadn't been enough.

Y/N...

You'd heard him.

As he made his way towards the stairs, he cast a glance upwards, and he could have sworn he saw you for a second, leaning over the railing.

But when he'd started ascending those stairs, all hell had broken loose.

You'd ran from him, actually ran from him-!

Why the fuck did they always have to run??

He stood there at the end of the hallway, staring you down, noting the fear in your eyes.

And you'd stood there, staring back at him like a little deer caught in the headlights.

His little deer...

In that moment, he wanted so badly to unmask and show you that it was okay, it was just him, nothing and nobody would ever hurt you.

He wanted to stand there and scream at you to move, fucking run, do something-

But it was too late. That familiar look of fear had already settled in your eyes, and Chris needed this, as sick as it sounded.

He needed you to feel that fear, he needed you scared for him, his frightened little bunny.

Taking a deep breath to steel himself, he took a running start towards you, and that's when you'd finally moved, running into the bedroom and throwing the door closed.

Or you'd tried, at least. He was faster.

He leaned heavily against the door, trying to push it open, to get inside and get to you, but you fought back, pushing harder against the door.

Under any other circumstances, he'd have been impressed, even a little proud of you.

You were fighting back so well for him, such a good girl. He'd have to reward you for that later.

But right now, all he felt was irritation.

If you'd just let him in, let him explain himself-!

Gritting his teeth, he threw all of his weight against the door, hearing you cry out in response, the noise igniting something deep within him.

God, you were so fucking good-!

But once more, the irritation flared up, drowning out any other emotion he may have felt in that moment. Jaw clenching, he slammed his weight against the door one more time, the wood easily giving way beneath him.

For a moment, he stood there in stunned silence, watching as you tried desperately to open a window, to get away from him.

That wouldn't do, he couldn't have you ruining everything for him just like that-

In three large strides, he was behind you, arms circling around your waist and yanking you away from that damned window, your screams echoing out into the night.

Again, something ignited deep within him, and he was unable to keep the tiny smirk from making its way onto his face.

Little Y/N.... you'd always been quite the screamer for him, hadn't you?

A soft groan left his mouth, too quiet for the voice modifier hidden within his mask to pick up on.

He threw you down onto the bed, leaning over you and pinning both of your wrists beneath one gloved hand.

You opened your mouth to call out for help, but before even he knew what was happening, he had drawn his knife, the blade toying with the delicate skin of your throat, your cries dying out into silence.

And as he stared down at you, taking in everything about you, his former irritation and arousal was slowly replaced by something more potent... a shred of remorse, perhaps.

Fuck.... what was he doing??

You weren't supposed to find out, it wasn't supposed to end like this. Something in your eyes made Chris briefly suspect that perhaps you already knew it was him beneath that mask, and that's why you were so terrified.

Because you'd trusted him and he'd gone and done terrible things in return.

He'd worked so hard to keep all of it from you, everything. And now, here you both were.

Him, towering over you, his anxiety and nerves and all that stress concealed ever so easily behind that familiar mask, his blade at your throat.

And you, lying prone and helpless beneath him, those eyes wide with fear.

He hated it, hated himself.

He hated how sick he'd become, getting off on this, getting off on you like this.

How had things become such a fucking mess??

Chris swallowed hard, staring down at you, and before he could stop himself, the words came tumbling out of his mouth, modified to sound exactly like the character he'd been masking behind this entire time.

"Hello, Y/N... This horror enough for you?"

The answering look in your eyes, the way you swallowed nervously beneath his blade, the way you clenched your eyes shut tight, tears streaming down your face as you just lay there...

It was like you were giving up, accepting the possibility that you might die tonight.

He hated that.

Where was your fight from earlier, where was his feral little thing from a few minutes ago?

It's like all the fight had gone out of you the minute he'd had you pinned beneath him.

"Y/N..." he breathed, leaning closer, his face inches from yours.

You stared up at him, unresponsive and numb with fear. This wouldn't do at all, he missed the excitement and the way you'd look at him when he'd play on your fear during all those knifeplay sessions, times that now seemed to be a millennia ago.

"Little mouse, pretty baby..." he tried again, his nicknames for you a last-ditch effort to get through to you.

And at last, his words triggered a response.

"Little mouse, pretty baby..."

Those words, spoken in the masked killer's rasping voice...

Your eyes went wide at the familiar nicknames.

There was no fucking way-

Chris??

He wouldn't really do all of this, would he?

Except... you cast a look down at the blade held against your throat, and that's when it dawned on you.

Though it may have been spattered with blood, probably from the most recent of murders, it was still familiar, nonetheless.

You recognized the engravings along the dark handle, the way the blade curved ever so slightly near the tip.

It was the same knife.

It was the exact same knife Chris had used on you countless times before, his hands steady and his focus only on you, always on you.

Even now, with your wrists confined beneath one gloved hand and his face inches from yours, the focus was entirely on you.

And you swore if you looked hard enough, you could see those familiar dark brown irises behind the mesh eye-holes of the mask.

You sniffed, blinking away more tears as you inhaled a shaky breath.

"C-chris?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

The grip on your wrists subtly loosened, just enough for you to feel the difference, to gauge the current mood in the room.

"No more tears, little mouse..." the voice rasped again, and the cloaked figure raised the knife, waving it back and forth once, twice, almost as an imitation of scolding you.

And then lightning fast, before you knew what was happening, he was bringing the knife down towards you, making easy and immediate work of shredding your thin nightwear like it was nothing, until you were laid bare before him.

You visibly flinched, and you could swear you heard a soft groan emit from behind the mask. "Now that's much better, isn't it?" the voice rasped, taking on a rather condescending tone. You couldn't help the spark of indignation that flared up within you, despite the lingering fear.

And the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

"Fuck you."

The masked figure tilted his head to the side a little, his blade once again inches from your throat.

"Are you asking me or telling me, little mouse?" he teased.

And before you could stop it from happening, he had reached down towards your thighs, dropping his blade for a moment to wedge one gloved hand between your legs, prying them apart and exposing everything for the world to see.

You watched as he dipped one gloved finger down along the spot between your thighs, looking on in silent, horrified shame as he brought that now-glistening fingertip towards the mask, slipping his hand underneath to taste your essence on his tongue.

"Fuckkk..." the voice groaned, the single word almost a growl.

"Still as wet for me as always, pretty baby..." he continued. With that, his grip on your wrists loosened just a bit more, but the gloved hand that had been between your legs was now wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly in warning.

"You gonna be a good girl for me, Y/N?" he asked.

This was wrong, all of it, it was so wrong, on so many levels.

You knew that, you had already wasted so many tears on it tonight.

And yet...

No. No, no, no.

You had to know why, first.

"Chris, why?"

The words left your mouth before you could stop them, and you watched a sort of change come over the masked figure kneeling above you.

His grip on your wrists and throat loosened, a soft sigh coming from behind the mask. A moment or two of silence ticked by, and you almost didn't think he'd answer you... until he did.

"You don't get it, do you?"

The figure heaved another sigh, before he abruptly reached up and yanked the mask off, revealing a familiar head of purple hair.

Chris looked ragged beneath the mask, which he now let fall to the floor beside the bed.

"They all deserved it. Every... every single one of them," he said, a weary expression on his face. "Every single one of those greedy, self-centered, fucking narcissistic assholes-" he ground out through gritted teeth, reaching up to run one gloved hand through his hair, "they all deserved what they got. All of them."

You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing. All those times you had told Chris how you were worried, how you wanted him to come home, and the whole time... he knew.

Of course he knew, he'd been the one committing the murders in the first place.

Despite the fact that it was your boyfriend sitting here in front of you- or maybe it was because of your boyfriend sitting here in front of you- anger flared up within you, hot and quick.

"So all those times I begged you to come home, to stay with me, to be careful on tour... none of it fucking mattered, did it?" you ground out through clenched teeth.

Chris heaved a sigh, releasing his grip on your throat to push back the few sweat-drenched purple locks of hair clinging to his face. "Baby, I-" he began, but you cut him off.

"No! You don't get to justify this! Instead of coming home and spending time with your girlfriend, you'd rather get your fucking kicks murdering people!" you spat.

Chris immediately went on the defensive, grabbing the knife from where he'd dropped it and pointing it towards the spot at the base of your throat, his face contorting into a snarl.

"Do not be a fucking brat!" he hissed, leaning closer to you, those brown eyes like dark embers scorching through to your soul. The way he said it, the dark inflections in his voice, something about the way he was glaring down at you right now- you hated it, hated him.

And yet... it ignited a spark of arousal in you, starting from deep in your lower belly and spreading all the way to the tips of your toes.

You narrowed your eyes at him, the words lingering on the edge of your tongue before they slipped out.

"Fuck you."

An irritated growl rumbled deep within Chris's chest before his mouth was suddenly on yours, silencing any further sharp words and choking them out on your tongue.

"Gladly, little mouse," he hissed, his mouth working furiously against your own, his tongue and teeth working in unison to send you down, so far down, into that familiar spiral, unraveling so easily beneath him.

With another irritated growl, Chris broke the kiss for a moment to sit up, yanking off the glove on his left hand with his teeth, tossing it aside before he grabbed you by the jaw, forcing you to look at him and only him, always him.

"Open your fucking mouth," he growled, glaring down at you. You stared defiantly back up at him for a moment, drawing it out as long as you could before he raised a brow at you.

You did as you were told, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue for him, just how he liked it. "Good fucking girl," Chris muttered, before he shoved two inked fingers into your mouth, nearly choking you.

"Suck. Now," he growled, staring down at you with narrowed eyes, that knife once again pointed towards the base of your throat.

You glared up at him through narrowed eyes before reluctantly doing as you were told, but not without biting down softly once, twice.

Chris let out a hiss, gripping the sides of your jaw with his few free remaining fingers, his eyes darkening. "Don't you dare bite, you little fucking brat!" he warned you, his tone firm. With that, he withdrew his fingers from your mouth, but the minute you went to close it, he shook his head at you.

"No. Mouth open, now," he ordered. You rolled your eyes at him, but complied, opening your mouth for him once more.

And Chris leaned over you with a snarl, his eyes narrowing as he spit into your mouth, the taste of him lingering on your tongue.

"Fucking swallow."

You did just that, glaring him down the entire time, your former hatred for him flaring up again, along with that delicious little spark of arousal.

Chris offered you a smirk, though there wasn't a single trace of humor within it. "Good girl," he muttered, the words of praise only adding further fuel to the steady blaze slowly burning away in your lower belly.

And yet that hatred was still there...

"I hate you-" you started on a hiss, but Chris shook his head at you, his gaze softening the tiniest bit.

"No. You don't. You love me, Y/N, you always have," he argued, before leaning down to kiss you.

And it was true.

You hated it, but he was right.

There was a small part of you that refused to be silenced, refused to die out.

You still loved him.

You hated him and you loved him, all at once.

You know what he'd done, the atrocities he'd committed, all of it was an unspeakable sort of horror. What he'd done to you tonight, was another horror entirely. And despite all of that...

You couldn't bring yourself to hate him, to truly hate him. At the end of the day, he was still Chris.

Chris, the sweet man with a heart of gold for those he cared about.

Chris, the goofball of his friends, the one who could make anyone smile, even on the worst of days.

Chris... the man you'd fallen hopelessly and endlessly in love with, who you'd given your entire heart and soul to.

You knew you'd always love him, you knew it in the way you kissed him back right now, in the way your leg slid up just enough to rest against his thigh, in the way his touch left you wanting more.

And he knew it too.

A soft groan left his throat, followed by a mumbled expletive, his mouth working urgently against your own. "Shh, baby, that's my good girl," he whispered, his tone less harsh than before. Your hatred slowly ebbing and fading into nothing, you let natural instinct take over, too exhausted to keep fighting, to keep trying.

You loved him too much.

Your leg hitched up a little further against Chris's thigh, a groan leaving his throat as he set the knife aside to grip tightly on your outer thigh, keeping you pinned against him as he kissed you.

"Such a good fucking girl for me..." he breathed against your lips, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. You arched up into his touch, wanting more of him, all of him.

"Need..." your breath was coming out in soft pants as you stared up at him, silently begging him to take control, to give you what you needed, what you always desperately craved from him.

"What, pretty baby, what do you need?" Chris murmured, leaning back to smirk down at you, a knowing look in those warm brown eyes. He knew exactly what it was you wanted, the smug little fucker. You glared at him, your breathing heavy as you waited.

"Don't look at me like that, use your words, Y/N," Chris told you, his eyes narrowing for a split second. You huffed, your gaze softening and turning into a pleading look, begging him again.

"Please?"

That one word seemed to set something off inside of him, because in one second, you'd been silently begging him, and now here in the next second, he was leaning down over you, his inked fingers reaching down to toy with your clit.

Then before you could even blink, you felt him push two, three of his fingers inside of you, curling perfectly against that sweet spot deep within. Your back arched up off the bed, a soft cry leaving your throat as Chris slowly worked his fingers to bring you closer and closer to that edge, ready to fall at any moment's notice.

And then all too soon, right as you could feel that warmth blaze deep in your belly, he was withdrawing his fingers from you, eliciting a noise of disappointment from deep in your throat.

"Shh, little mouse. Don't worry, I'm not fucking done with you yet," Chris murmured, his eyes darkening a shade or two as he stared down at you. "On all fours, now. Turn around," he added, leaning down to kiss you once, twice, before releasing you.

Your thighs trembling, you got up on all fours, turning to face away from him. "Head down, eyes closed. I want you to fucking feel this, all of it," Chris's voice was in your ear, all dark seduction.

And how easily you obeyed him.

A satisfied growl rumbled from deep within Chris's chest, and you had maybe all but five seconds before you heard the sound of a zipper being undone, followed by the feel of Chris pushing into you, burying himself deep inside, his hips settling against yours.

"Fuck... You're so fucking wet for me, you don't even need lube, little mouse..."

His words brought back that fire in your lower belly, a groan leaving your throat as you tilted your head back. His hand was on your throat in an instant, his fingers curling to grip just tight enough, exactly how you loved it.

All of this felt so familiar, so easy...

He had you exactly where he wanted you, and you didn't mind in the least.

Your thoughts were suddenly disturbed, your mind going deliriously blank as Chris's hips met yours repeatedly, each thrust seemingly rougher than the last, his hand holding ever steady to your throat like it was his own personal lifeline, his salvation.

And then he pulled you up by the throat, your back meeting his chest, the new angle causing little stars and dots to splash across your vision, soft cries to rise up from your throat.

Looking back over your shoulder, you saw him use his teeth to rid his other hand of its glove, before those inked fingers grabbed ahold of your jaw, tilting your head back far enough for Chris's mouth to meet your own in a harsh, unforgiving kiss.

"Still... fucking... hate me?" he gasped, in between kisses. You inhaled a sharp breath, your eyes meeting his as he waited. "No..." you finally breathed. And you could see it in his eyes, the way he knew you were speaking the truth.

Sure, you'd probably come to regret this a little the next morning, but here? Now? Right in this very moment? You still didn't hate him, you couldn't.

How could you hate someone who, despite having a near god complex this evening, despite committing horrendous atrocities, even despite hunting you down like nothing more than weak prey, still somehow had your best interests at heart..?

How could you hate the one person who had been there for you from the beginning, who had loved you more than you loved yourself at times?

"Say it," Chris's voice cut through your thoughts, his words firm.

"I... I love you," your answer was immediate, your breath coming out in soft pants.

"Mm... of course you do, pretty baby..." Chris buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving little kisses and bites along the skin there, bruises sure to form the next morning.

The hand on your throat moved down to rest between your thighs, his fingers toying with your clit and drawing you closer and closer to that sweet high, the blaze in your lower belly burning brighter than ever.

"Hah... fuck... m'close..." you groaned, leaning your head back to rest it on Chris's shoulder. He nodded, his grip on your jaw tightening a little as he bent down to kiss you softly on the mouth. "I know, baby... come on, Y/N..." he gently coaxed you, his words only adding fuel to the fire.

And then his next words had you tipping over the edge, falling blissfully down into that delicious darkness, his name leaving your mouth in a garbled shout.

"Scream for me, little mouse..."

Scream you did; your throat felt raw as your hands rose to claw at his, clinging on tightly almost out of fear of losing him, your first climax only working to bring on a second, more powerful one in its wake.

Somewhere in the white noise filtering in through your brain, you could hear Chris groan from behind you as he reached his own high, finishing inside of you, your name leaving his mouth like a swear word.

"Y/N, fuck, that's my good girl..."

His words of praise had you going completely stupid and sick in the head, your thighs trembling beneath you, and had he not been holding you tightly to him, you're sure you would have collapsed under your own weight.

As the two of you slowly came down from your unified high, Chris gently pulled out, tugging you down to lie next to him on the bed, shoving the earlier discarded knife to the side until it clattered to the floor, where it would most likely remain until the next morning.

Your heart thundered in your chest, the white noise gradually fading as you curled into Chris's side, your hand resting atop his still-clothed chest, your fingers tracing the collar of his robes, before a frown marred your features.

"Off.." you murmured, earning a deep chuckle from Chris as he sat up, tugging the black fabric over his head before discarding it on the floor, next to the knife.

"C'mere, lay down. Is this what you wanted, mouse?" he asked, pulling you closer to him. You nodded, your hand resting atop his chest again, your fingertips tracing over the ink there.

"Subby as shit, look at you, Y/N..." he teased you. Trying to hide a yawn, you lightly swatted at him, grumbling to yourself. "Shut up, I could kick your ass, you know..." you sleepily mumbled. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

"Says you, who wouldn't even have survived in her own horror movie," came his lighthearted response. "That's 'cause the villain is always hot..." you mumbled in response, yawning again.

That earned you another laugh, followed by a soft kiss on the forehead. "Hard to argue with that. Here, stay here a second. Let me clean you up, baby..." you heard Chris murmur, before you felt the bed dip under his weight.

You could hear his footsteps fading away, followed by the distinct sound of the tap running in the bathroom, before he came back.

And despite you trying your hardest to stay awake, there was just something so soothing about the warmth of the cloth down your back, in between your thighs, along the back of your neck...

"Stop fighting it, mouse. Get some sleep for me..." Chris gently chastised you, before you felt him lean over the bed to kiss you gently on the cheek. You mumbled a response before your eyes grew heavy, sleep waiting to overtake you.

And as his footsteps faded again, you finally gave in, letting your eyes fall closed, succumbing to the welcoming darkness of sleep...

You had done... surprisingly good.

Not even that, you had done exceptionally well for him. Better than he'd thought you would.

He had expected you to put up a bigger fight, sure, but... he knew you better than you knew yourself.

You loved him, you always had, always would.

The way you'd surrendered so easily to him after putting up quite the little fight... he had rewarded you decently enough for that.

At least he thought he had.

Either way, judging by the way you were currently passed out on your bed, tucked under the blanket he had taken great care to drape over you so you wouldn't get cold, he had worked you over pretty good.

God, the fucking noises you'd made for him tonight-! Always a good girl for him...

A gentle smile passed over his face as he leaned against the bedroom doorway, watching you sleep for a moment or two.

And then he noticed your phone lying there on the floor, completely forgotten from when you'd dropped it earlier.

Crossing the room to lean down and retrieve it, he glanced down at the screen, a small smirk settling over his features as he read the most recent text, from his bandmate and closest friend.

'Y/N!! Where the fuck are you??'

Ah, so that's who you'd been texting earlier...

Unable to help himself, he opened the chat, snapping a quick photo of you asleep in your bed, before hitting send and typing a reply, his smirk still in place.

'Little mice asleep in their beds... Y/N is safe with me now, she sends her love...

XO, Ghostface'

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Chris Motionless x Reader

Shades Of Purple

Part 8: Opal

Warnings: Language, light angst, fluff, smut, blood and the consumption of it (mentions of it)

A/N: Sorry this took so long to come out!

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Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/744126039822925824/shades-of-purple

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Christopher’s POV

Y/N laid in my arms, fast asleep. Everything had gone well, and I was feeling like myself again. The stab wound was already almost fully healed now and I had almost all of my strength back again.

Just like last time, she tasted perfect. The familiar sweet taste of her blood alone was enough to energize me. Her taste drove me crazy.

I had to hold myself back from drinking too much again, I almost couldn’t help myself. Her blood was extraordinary, and I was playing a dangerous game drinking from her.

Y/N was exhausted. Almost right after she had something to eat, she fell asleep pretty quickly, all snuggled up to me.

“Did the pretzels help, little dove?”

She nodded. “Mhmm, I just feel sleepy. Are you feeling better?”

“Much better. Thank you.”

She gave me a tired smile before laying down fully. “Of course, anything to help you feel better..” She whispered, resting her head on my shoulder.

It was 4:32 in the morning, and neither of us had gotten any rest. She needed sleep.

“Get some rest now, little dove. You’ve had a long night.”

“Mm, that’s a good idea..” She mumbled, cozying up and snuggling into my side.

I couldn’t control the blush that dusted my cheeks, especially when she laid her head on me. The way her mouth was opened slightly as she slept and the way strands of her stuck to her face, I couldn’t describe it. She looked…adorable.

The bite marks on her shoulder were still pretty fresh and wouldn’t be gone for a couple of hours. I gently ran my thumb over the marks, watching as she shuddered a little at the movement.

“I did this..” I whispered, my eyes fixated on the two small holes. I had given in again and drank from her. The strangest part of all it was…I didn’t feel as guilty the first time and I didn’t know why.

Was it because I was sort of looking forward to drinking her blood again at that moment? The way I had been craving it the whole time and I finally got what I wanted? Could it have been because she was so willing to give it to me again? Possibly even both?

Even though I had just had some of her blood, I was already missing it again. I wanted more. I wanted more of that beautiful redness that flowed through her.

Damn it, Chris. Stop thinking like that. You cannot have more of her, you’ll hurt her for fucks sake! This needs to stop.

I needed to clear my mind. Perhaps some fresh air would do me good.

Okay, now to get up without disturbing her. Shit, she looks so peaceful..

I started to shift, moving away as slowly and as gently as possible so as to not wake her. I was almost off the bed until Y/N started stirring a bit. She opened her eyes a little and looked at me groggily.

“Chris? What are you doing?” She asked, her voice still heavy with sleep.

“Just going to get some air, go back to sleep, little dove.” I said, pulling the blanket over her.

She frowned a little. “Are you sure you feel okay enough to walk around? You just got stabbed not even twelve hours ago..”

I brushed some strands of hair out of her face, giving her a gentle smile. “I’ll be okay, darling. The wound is almost fully healed and I barely feel it. Don’t worry about me, okay?’

Y/N looked down for a moment before holding the blanket to her. “Alright, just…please be careful.”

“I will, I promise.” I said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she closed her eyes, going back to sleep. I smiled to myself as I watched her for a few moments before I walked out of the room.

I walked up the stairs and to the balcony. It was 8:47 in the morning now and the sun was now completely up. I leaned forward on the railing, watching as the clouds slowly passed by.

“You were no better than me at one point, remember that.”

“I’m not sure if you’re out there at all, or if you’re listening…” I started, gazing down at my hands, “But, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for letting myself lose control and hurting you, all of you. You deserved nothing but the best and yet I let you see me at my worst and lowest..” A stray tear rolled down my face as I spoke. “I took advantage of each of you, and I never should’ve let myself get that bad. I fear I might be going down that dreaded path again, and if I do…I’m sorry..”

I really was like him, wasn’t I? Taking advantage of the innocent and using them for my own sick gain…

I hung my head and sighed, letting the tears silently fall freely. I was feeling something familiar inside me and it wasn’t pretty. It was the same feeling I had felt too many times before…

“No…God, please no..” I whispered shakily. “Don’t be what I think this is, please!” I shouted. “I’ve been trying so hard to avoid this, don’t let it come back..”

I was becoming addicted again, I could feel it..

“What am I going to do?” I mumbled, shoving my face into my hands. How the hell was I going to get over this?

Monster, you’re a fucking monster. You’re only going to hurt little Y/N now, aren’t you?

I pulled at my hair, trying to ignore the taunting thoughts that echoed in my head.

You’re just going to scare her away, just like you did with THEM. She would never love you, nobody ever could love you..

I couldn’t ignore them, they were only growing louder it seemed..

“Enough, enough…”

Go on, just admit it already. You’re not worthy of love. You aren’t worthy of HER. You don’t deserve her, you’re foolish for believing you deserve anything…

“Shut up, shut the fuck up…leave me the hell alone..”

Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Chris?”

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Third Person POV

“Chris?”

Chris turned to see Y/N standing in the door frame, looking at him with concern. Oh shit… He needed to act cool, and fast. He couldn’t let himself be so vulnerable!

“Little dove, what are you doing up?” He asked, quickly wiping his face to try and hide the fact he had been crying.

“I couldn’t sleep..” She muttered before walking over to him. “Have you been crying?”

Chris was surprised. She was good. She could read him like a book.“What? No, no of course not!” He defended, looking away.

Y/N wasn’t stupid. She could see the tear stains on his face. ‘Chris, your eyes are glossy and red, and I can see the tear stains..”

Chris continued to look away. “I’m okay, honest. Please don’t worry yourself over me all the time…”

“I worry because I care..” She said softly, pulling him into a hug. “I can see that you’re upset and something is clearly bothering you. You don’t have to talk about it, I understand if it’s something you don’t want to share. But…things will be okay. I’m always here for you.”

At first, Chris tensed up a little. His head was a mess because of her blood. It wasn’t her fault though, she was helping him because she cared, and that meant a lot to him. He wrapped his arms around her, allowing himself to melt into her arms.

“Do you think…they’d forgive me?” He muttered, resting his chin on her head.

Y/N was confused for a moment before realizing what he meant. So that’s what was upsetting him. Her heart hurt for him. He had been too hard on himself, beating himself up. It was sad and she wanted to be there for him.

“I think so. It would take time, but I think they’d forgive you. It would probably take a bit to earn their trust though..”

That comforted him a bit. She really was a sweetheart…

‘I-I hope so…I never meant to hurt them. I was just stupid..”

“And now, you have the chance to be better. You’re gonna be strong and push through this.” Y/N said with a smile.

If only it was that easy…

“You’re right. Thanks for that, little dove..” He said, pulling away slightly and giving her a sheepish smile.

Oh, he was so cute when he smiled like that..

“Of course, anytime.”

Chris looks at her with admiration, his hand cupping her cheek gently. He brushes some hair out of her face tenderly as he stares into her beautiful eyes. Leaning forward, his lips meet hers in a soft, sweet kiss.

Y/N gasps as her eyes widen and her cheeks flush. She was so in shock, so surprised. Slowly, she kisses him back. The kiss was soft and tender.

One of Chris’ hands was tangled in her hair, the other resting on her cheek. Her lips were so soft, so plump and perfect. Was this what heaven felt like? To be caught in a kiss so delicate, so gentle with a beautiful girl like this? He wanted to savor every possible second of this.

He pulls away slowly, his forehead leaning against hers. He can’t help but grin as he stares into her eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were full of love and adoration for this girl.

Y/N was similar. She smiled up at him shyly, cheeks tinted pink and all. “I…woah. That…that was something..” She says with a small chuckle, trying to catch her breath.

“You enjoyed it, I hope?” He asks softly, a hopeful smile on his lips.

Y/N nods at him, a bigger smile on her face. “I did. I was not expecting it, but…it was nice.”

“Good…good I’m glad..”

They stayed like this for a few moments, enjoying the closeness, enjoying each other. Then, Y/N pulls away completely, still wearing a shy expression on her face. “I’ll…see you later?”

Chris was not fully paying attention. His mind was wandering, still thinking of her, of that moment. That one moment of pure bliss and contentment. He finally snaps back to reality, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I’ll…*ahem* see you later, little dove.”

Y/N gives him a soft smile. She quickly pecks a kiss to his cheek before she leaves, going down the stairs. Chris stands there, holding his cheek and watching her leave until she is out of sight completely. His face flushes a deep shade of red as he sighs.

“I’m not sure which I’m more infatuated with…her blood, or her…”

The answer was unclear to me.

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Y/N’s POV

He kissed me…

Chris….he actually kissed me!

My mind was going a million miles a second and my heart couldn’t stop racing. Even though the kiss already happened a few minutes ago, I couldn’t get it off my mind. I couldn’t get HIM off my mind.

His lips were so soft, so gentle. He tasted like honey, and he was addicting…

And the way he held me, the way he held my face with such gentleness with one hand, the other in my hair, his fingers tangled in it to pull me closer…

I touched my lips with my fingertips, and I could still feel the warmth from his lips, the softness, the feeling that they brought me.

If I closed my eyes, I could just barely feel his lips on mine. It was rather taunting in a way. I wanted more. I wanted the closeness again, to feel his love being poured into my being. I wanted him…

I didn’t realize I was standing in the hallway daydreaming until Becca approached me, a confused expression on her face.

“Y/N, are you alright? Your face is red!”

I snapped out of my thoughts, looking up at Becca as I rubbed the back of my neck, chuckling nervously. “Y-yes! I’m alright…just uh..”

Becca then looked at me, a knowing smile on her face. “Something happened with Christopher, I take it?”

A blush dusted over my face before I sighed, rubbing my arm. “He…he kissed me.”

Becca’s eyes widened. She seemed shocked for a moment before she smiled more. “Oh, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he did. He’s so infatuated with you!”

Her words made me realize something. I…had feelings for Chris. I was falling so hard for him. That explained why I had wanted his lips on mine again, why I went after him in the snow storm, why I had comforted him….why I offered him my blood. It all made sense now.

“You…you really think so?”

“No doubt about it! He wouldn’t have kissed you if he didn’t feel anything for you. Honestly, I think he’d do anything for you.”

This made me blush. She was right. Surely, that kiss meant something to him. It definitely meant something to me.

“Now you’re just proving my point from earlier, Y/N! I can tell you feel the same for Christopher.”

She was right again. I loved Chris. I loved him so much. “You’re right…I do.”

“Then tell him! He deserves to know. It won’t be as awkward when you get it off your chest.”

That part, I was hesitant on. I was afraid to tell him, not because I was worried if he’d feel the same, but if he was ready to let himself love again. He was still mad at himself for his past. I was worried he’d continue to project his fears onto me.

I sighed. “I will, at some point. I just…want him to be able to open his heart up, feel safe to love again..”

Becca looked at me softly. “You’re a very considerate person, Y/N. That’s very smart. I think what Christopher needs is some gentle guidance. Let him be okay with opening his heart up again.”

I smiled. “I’d do anything to make him feel loved.”

Becca smiled back. “I know. I can tell. You make him happy. Ever since you’ve arrived, he’s been in a better mood. Not that he was never in good spirits, but I think you add just a little sparkle in his eyes.”

“You really think that? I make him happy?”

Becca smiles warmly. “Yes. He’s at his best when he’s around you. Physically and mentally. I think meeting you was one of the best things that’s ever happened to him.”

I can’t help but blush. “I can…certainly say the same thing about him.”

Becca smiles and pats my shoulder before walking away, leaving me alone once again. I had butterflies. Now I really couldn’t stop thinking about Chris. I didn’t want to either.

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Christopher’s POV

No matter what I did, she was on my mind the whole day. Those beautiful eyes, pretty lips, hypnotic taste…

I needed her. I needed her so badly. Not just her blood, but her. I wanted Y/N. It was killing me.

My head was a mess. I wanted to tell her how I felt so badly. I wanted to be with her. But on the other hand, I was afraid I’d scare her away. I was becoming obsessed with her taste, and being romantic with her…

What if I did something to her? What if I hurt her? I’d scare her away, no doubt about it. If I did that again…

Should I follow my mind and keep her safe?

Or should I follow my heart and give myself a chance?

I let out a sigh as I sat before the piano. I needed a way to clear my mind. Playing the piano has always helped with that.

I took a breath before I closed my eyes and my fingers pressed the piano keys. They danced over different keys, playing a melody of my own. A song of confusion, sadness, desperation, love, pain….everything I had been feeling. I was letting everything out into the song.

I was lost in the sounds I had played. My mind was not there, I was in a different world, a world where I didn’t feel so hurt, where my mind wasn’t so complicated. It was a safe place for me.

As I played the final notes, I exhaled and opened my eyes. As I sighed, I felt all of the tension leave my body. Then, I hear clapping? I turn to see Y/N standing not too far from me, applauding me.

“Chris, that was beautiful!” She says as she walks toward me. “I’ve never heard something so huantingly sad yet beautiful.”

I could feel my face heating up. “Little dove..I…how long have you been standing there?”

She rubs her arm. “Not very long. I was walking by and heard you playing.”

“I..I see..”

Y/N tilts her head. “I hope you don’t mind me watching..”

I quickly shake my head. “N-no! Not at all! You’re always welcome to watch me!” I freeze, my blush intensifying. “T-that came off wrong! I..er… enjoy the company!”

Y/N laughs softly. She goes up to me and cups my face. She looks at me sweetly. I could’ve sworn my face was a deep shade of red. “You think too much sometimes..” She says before she captures my lips in a sweet kiss, catching me off guard.

Now it was my turn to be surprised. I sat there, completely taken aback. I wasn’t sure what to do.

She pulls away, a bit embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I-I’ll leave..”

Before she could leave, I took her hand, pulling her back and into my lap. “No, stay. I liked it..” I whispered, my lips inches from hers. Before she could react, I kissed her again. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around my neck. My arms slid around her waist as I tilted my head.

This kiss was much more passionate, much more heated. I sucked on her bottom lip, wanting entrance. She parted her lips for me and I slipped my tongue in, groaning as I explored her mouth. She moaned softly as I did this.

I leaned forward so her back hit the piano seat. I kissed down her neck as her hands made their way into my hair, tugging lightly. “Please, let me taste you, little dove..” I say in a low tone, my voice full of lust. She nods, whimpering as I left a trail of open mouthed kisses down her neck and shoulders.

I undid her pants and sat on my knees. I kissed up her legs and thighs, soft whimpers coming from her pretty lips. I reached her clothed core and I pulled down her underwear.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. I ran a finger over her slit, and groaned at how wet she was for me. “Mm, so wet for me, pretty dove..”

“C-Chris…please..”

I smirk. “Please what, little dove?”

“Please touch me..” She whimpers. So pretty…

“Such a needy little dove..” I coo, moving my head between her legs. I lick a teasing stripe up her entrance, earning a whine from her. Wasting no more time, I push my tongue inside, groaning at her taste.

“Oh my god!” Y/N cries, gripping my hair. “Just like that, yes!”

I flatten my tongue inside her, and grab her thighs, pulling her closer to me. I moan inside her, savoring her sweet taste. My mouth moved to her clit, taking it in my mouth and sucked at it. I stuck a finger inside her at the same time.

Y/N’s back arches as she moans out. I tug at her clit lightly as I pump my finger in and out. “Ah, Chris!”

I insert another finger, and curl both of them inside her. Y/N cries out, begging me for more. I lick long stripes on her clit and her legs shake.

“Chris, m’gonna cum!-” She cries out before releasing. I pull back, rubbing her thighs as I lean in and kiss her passionately, making her taste herself.

If I wasn’t hooked on her now, I sure as hell was now.

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Its come to my attention that no one writes fics about any of my interests so ill have to take one for the team and do it myself 🙏🤕

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-gotham

-motionless in white

-hamzahthefantastic

I will write:

-fluff

-smut

-platonic/family dynamics

-poly relationships

-fem/gender neutral reader (could possibly make exceptions for male readers occasionally)

I wont write:

-anything to do with Self harm, r@pe, or abuse

-obviously no weird shit like illegal age gaps, piss, or anything super weird LMAO

-i will not write angst, im far too sensitive for that sorry LMAO

-i dont like write the reader as a dom so I’ll probably do sub!reader only, sorry!! (Ill make some exceptions for this tho if i like the request enough lol)

(ill add more to this list later lmao but these are my favorite things atm)

[devilishlyhandsome123]

Porcelain

My first story about Chris was definitely aggressive, and I loved it, but now I wanna write about the softer, but still intense, side of Chris (in my head, idk if he's really like this lol).

Here we go again! Warning: NSFW, 18+ only, m/f intercourse unprotected (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), aggressive fluff, pet names, Daddy energy, brat energy, and brat gives daddy aftercare in this episode.

Scene setup: you came to Chris's house last night for a pizza party with a few friends (the band and a few producer friends), but they all left relatively early and allowed you to be ravished by Chris. In the morning, you wake up alone in his bed.

You open your eyes. It's still kind of dark out. You notice Chris is gone from the bed, and there's a light shining into the upstairs hallway from downstairs. You check the time: 3:45 am. Chris must not have been able to sleep. He randomly gets into a restless mode during the night and will go record. You get up and grab one of his shirts out of his drawer, and you practically swim in it.

You tiptoe downstairs so you don't disturb him. You just want to watch. You can hear him through the studio door and decide to go grab him some water. As you approach the door, you hear him singing Porcelain 🎶Ravenously, feed my mind, we bend before we break. God knows I tried, but broken, I bow to the beast inside,🎶

You hear him get frustrated over the scream he does on "break" towards the end of the song and sneak in.

"Baby? Everything ok? I brought you some water." You say in a soft voice. You don't like when he's frustrated.

You walk toward him, and he swivels his chair around and runs his hands through his hair. You love when he does that because loose strands fall randomly. He sighs and takes the water from you.

"Thank you, love. Get back to bed, I need to keep working." He turns around with a dismissal.

You know better than to disobey him, he said it so nicely, but you can't help yourself. You cross your arms and dip your hip.

"Excuse me, sir, frustrated or not, you don't get to dismiss me like that. I'm not going back to bed. I'm going to stay right here and watch you work." You start to shake a little in excitement because you know what will happen if you push just the right buttons.

Chris ignores you, tapping on things in the program he's working on. You walk over next to his chair and get down on your knees. You rest your hands on his leg, put your chin on your hands, and look up at him with big eyes; just begging for his attention. He continues to ignore you, but he sighs. So you stand and slide into his lap; wrapping your body around his. You feel like a koala clinging to a tree.

Chris tries to pull you off, but you cling to him.

"Baby, please? I have to get this done. I promise I will come to bed once I'm finished." he says.

You pull back to look at him with pouty eyes without letting go. "Promise?"

He kisses your nose, "I promise my love."

You still don't let him go. Instead, you kiss his lips and dip your tongue into his mouth. He stiffens for a second because he's in work mode, but you reach up and put your hands in his hair, and he relaxes; wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back with intensity. He starts to pull your shirt up and stops kissing you. He pulls you back slightly, lifting the shirt more; noticing that you are completely naked underneath. He looks into your eyes, and they are dark and hooded.

"Kitten is getting my pants wet." He gives you a swat on your ass and you blush.

"I could be getting your dick wet if your pants weren't on." you giggle.

Chris stands up with you still wrapped around him. You squeak in surprise but hold on. He wiggles his pants down and sits back down in his chair. He grabs your hair and yanks your head back. Chris runs his tongue along your neck and nips at your ear.

"Oh my god Chris!" you moan out.

You rock against him, feeling him grow hard while you coat him in your arousal. Electricity runs through your core and you moan. Chris bites you playfully, making you lift up. He takes the opportunity to slide into you but makes you sit slowly. It makes fire coarse through your veins and now you are panting. You yank off your shirt and then take off Chris's. He runs his hands along your sides and up your belly to your breasts. You try to rock, but he gives you the look that says not yet, so you clench around him. Chris hisses.

"Behave or you will be the mouse and not the kitten." He warns and swats your other asscheek.

You dead look him in the face, then whisper in his ear, "Maybe I want to be the mouse Mr. Pussy Cat." You let yourself draw out the s's and t.

Chris pushes his hand up your chest and wraps his hand around your throat. You moan and lean back, resting your hands on his knees. This was your favorite game to play, and he knew it. With his hand still around your throat, he puts his other hand on your hip and helps you slide back and forth in his lap. He brushes your most sensitive spots, and your vision soon goes black. He knows your body queues, and lets go of your throat. His fingers tangle in your hair to hold your body from falling back.

You cry out, so close to succumbing to the waves you feel.

"Not yet, little mouse." Chris says. "I'm not ready to be done with you yet."

Chris holds you still and doesn't let you move. You hate when he does this but you love it too. He holds you down so tightly, your pussy throbs and drips around him. You start to whimper and he shhh's you.

"It will be ok. Just hold on." He kisses your lips so softly before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and bites.

You cry out, and he lets up a little. He begins to lift you up and down, your arms pinned under his. He is so slow about it, and you can feel the intensity grow quickly as he glides in and out of your wetness. You try to help him by moving your hips, but he just stands up, helping you wrap your legs around him, and then walks into the sound booth. He puts you against the wall and continues his slow torture. He kisses along your shoulder and neck, taking turns with your mouth.

"Chris, please? It's too much!" You beg.

Chris picks up his pace and lets you wrap your arms around his neck.

"You really want me to destroy you? Beg for it little mouse." He says through pants.

Your moans turn into cries as he pounds in and out of you. When you are close, he pulls out and sets you down. You squish your face and furrow your brow. You'd stomp your foot if your legs weren't shaking so badly.

"Turn around. Spread your legs wide for me." He instructs.

Furious that he didn't let you cum, you spin around, spread your legs and put your hands on the wall. Chris comes up behind you and slowly re-enters you. Your eyes roll back and you bite your lip. With his hands on your hips, he guides you back and forth. He's hitting you so deeply. You know it won't be long. You start rotating your hips and Chris growls out in satisfaction. He bucks into you hard and slaps your ass. It stings but shivers coarse through your body.

Your body is shaking so badly from trying to draw out every last second. Chris pulls your back against his chest and changes his angle in you. Now, not only is he deep, but he's hitting every inch of you. He reaches down and starts rubbing your clit. You put your arms around his neck to hold yourself up and when he tells you to come for him, your world crashes. You orgasm so hard you feel like you're going to black out. Your knees go out and Chris lowers you to your hands and knees and he continues to pound into you. He has ahold of your ribs and you know you're gonna bruise.

As a second orgasm collides, Chris let's go and follows along with you. You both fall to the floor.

"Oh. My. God." Is all you say. And you see Chris nod as he tries to catch his breath.

"My little kitten turning into a mouse is just what the doctor ordered." He says.

You roll over and stroke his face with your fingers. You lean into him and kiss his nose and then his lips.

"Chris, love, open your eyes and look at me." You tell him. " You need to cut yourself a little slack. I know you like everything perfect, but when you get frustrated, that's the time to get up and give yourself a little break. Go for a walk, come take it out on me, get some water, just take a small break and then return to your project. It ok to come back to it with refreshed eyes."

Chris gives you an adoring look. "You are completely right. Where would I be without you."

"Probably shaving your head from pulling your hair out." you giggle.

"You're probably right. Now go get my shirt back on and get to bed. I've taken my break. You've made sure of it. I promise I will be up when I've finished. I'm almost done. Just have to finish that part I was so frustrated with." He kisses your forehead and stands. Grabbing his clothes and putting them on, he sits back in the chair and laughs a little.

You shake your head, grab his shirt and walk back to bed naked. You clean up and crawl under the covers. Not too long after, you feel Chris crawl into bed and scoop you close to him. Giving your shoulder a few soft kisses before he nuzzles into your hair and starts softly snoring. You smile and fall asleep, content in his arms.

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In the morning you jolt awake with the sound of loud laughter. Chris rubs his hand down your back and pulls you back down to him.

"It's probably the guys babe, go back to sleep or I will put you to sleep." he says.

You close your eyes, but the laughter continues and a few 'Oh My Gawds' follow. You open your eyes back up and try to wiggle from Chris's arms. He tightens them around you.

"Let me up, please? What are they going on about? Maybe they need breakfast?" you ask.

Chris rolls you to look at him. "You stay in bed. I will go see what they are on about." He kisses your lips and rolls out of bed.

You watch as Chris throws on a t-shirt and walks out of the bedroom. He leaves the door ajar and all you can hear is clapping and hooting as he ascends the stairs. You jump out of bed and quickly get dressed. You run out the door and see all the guys clapping a confused Chris on the back. They drag him into the studio and you hear excited chatter. You creep down the stairs and peek into the studio. Chris is standing by the computer rubbing the back of his neck. He rubs his hand through his hair as the song finishes that he was recording last night. You see Justin move the mouse and click and are horrified as you hear you and Chris having sex over the speakers. You clap your hand over your mouth as you gasp. All the guys look at you and Vinny runs toward you. He scoops you up and spins you around before he carries you into the room and drops you next to Chris.

Your face is bright red and Chris starts to giggle a little before going into a deep gut laughter. He bends over and tears start rolling down his face from laughing so hard. You are still half horrified but the laughter is contagious.

"Did we accidentally bump the record button this morning?" you ask between giggles.

The guys burst out laughing. Ryan pats you on the arm and walks out of the room, trying to contain his laughter. Ricky goes to make coffee. Justin, Vinny, and Chris are doubled over on the floor in a pile. You finally get ahold of your fits of laughter and put your hands on your hips.

"What am I ever going to do with you boys?" you ask lightly.

This just gets them going again. Ricky walks in with coffee and hands you a cup. He stands next to you and stares at the boys.

"You two really didn't know the record button was on huh?" he asks.

"Not a clue," you giggle. "I can't believe we recorded all of that."

"I can't believe you guys did it in the booth." He smiles and goes over to the computer chair.

He starts cutting the track and moves the sound to a folder that says 'Don't open me. Chris xxx'. You let out a chuckle and sip on your coffee. Justin, Chris, and Vinny all get themselves under control and are now sitting on the floor staring at you and Ricky.

"So, I guess we should just stay out of the studio with that now." Chris says.

The others nod in agreement.

"I'm gunna go cook ya'll some breakfast. Behave will ya?" You look at them all and they say 'Yes mom' in unison.

You leave the room and hear footsteps run up behind you. Long tattooed arms encircle you and stop you. Chris kisses your cheek.

"Fluffy pancakes please? With chocolate chips?" He is smiling like a kid on Christmas.

"Anything for you babe." you say.

He kisses you again, swats you and turns to go back into the studio. Ryan follows him in and they shut the door. You hear another wave of laughter and can't help but smile. You don't know what you did to land such a blessed spot in this little family, but you were beyond grateful and so in love with your goofy tattooed man.

[windhamsrotunda]

***windhamrotunda's most popular fics masterlist***

author's note: I promised you all a most popular fics masterslist, so here it is. Please note that there are a few smut fics in here, so the "*" symbol after the link will be marked as nsfw! There will be the names of the characters right before the link. Also, if you have any questions / or just want to show your support (reblogs help a lot but I don't mind the likes!), that would be great! P.S. let me know in a dm if the links do not end up working and I will get right to fixing this post! - shar?

RHEA RIPLEY

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/713885490460459008/rhea-ripley-x-female-reader-fluff-headcannon

EDGE / CHRISTIAN CAGE FICS | HEADCANONS (MOSTLY SMUT!!)

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/691686296826052609/only-hell-comes *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/706662486289563648/pairing-christian-cage-x-female-reader-in-her *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/697041469565976576/kinktober-day-2-thigh-riding-edge *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/692599148356239361/pairings-edge-x-female-reader-x-christian *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/688048831216140288/can-you-do-a-soft-but-dominating-edge-smut *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/680481982208147456/dream-of-me-edge-wwe-pairings-edge-wwe-x *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/660447166951800832/the-fault-in-our-rated-r-superstars-an-edge

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/706403894426845184/pacify-her-cc

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/684256194092744704/can-you-do-brood-edge-smut-x-reader *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/680839272661696512/daddy-issues-christian-cage-pairings-christian *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/660702076523954176/title-the-fault-in-our-rated-r-superstars-part

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/681613545986768896/edge-wwe-short-headcannon *

BRAY WYATT

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/698239409647190016/dont-die-for-me-brother-bray-wyatt

90s! BRET HART

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/685186227378503680/i-only-have-eyes-for-you-bret-hart *

RANDY ORTON

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/678551703051714560/cigarette-daydreams-ro

ROMAN REIGNS FICS | HEADCANONS (THE "*" CONTAINS SMUT!!)

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/658276073142976512/my-boyfriends-back-and-hes-cooler-than-ever *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/660237165575520256/now-playing-romans-room-roman-reigns *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/702112416203489280/yours-truly-roman-a-roman-reigns-oneshot *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/685913142791946240/red-roman-reigns-headcannon-pairing-domroman *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/649559300566581248/roman-reigns-you-look-even-better-than-the *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/678567305307996160/acknowledge-the-bloodline-h-e-r-e-i-a-m-c-h

WARDLOW (AEW) FICS | HEADCANON(S)

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/689520309119877120/mr-mayhem-would-like-to-see-you-now-wardlow

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/690238247877640192/short-ass-imagine-i-suddenly-made-up-in-my-head *

CHRIS MOTIONLESS (MIW)

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/688156808176664576/with-those-angel-eyes-chris-m *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/687458524444409856/car-rides-at-midnight-with-chris-from-love-chris *

[cerisemorte]

“Break The Cycle” - Chris Motionless/Cerulli (smut)

This is my first fan fiction ever! I made a Chris Motionless x Reader that I was thinking of making into chapters but starting as a bit of a one shot smut. It’s a little sappy, but I like it. Enjoy! <3

P.S, sorry if the formatting is wonky. Thank you mobile tumblr.

Chris has always been sweet natured, despite what you may see in music videos that tout a unforgiving, relentless man. He has his flaws, regrets and quirks, but that doesn’t mean he won’t use them to wiggle his way into new situations. For example, he can’t hold a relationship but it doesn’t stop him from seducing you like lovers would; sending charming texts just as you’ve gone too far in your own mind in the dead of night, beckoning you to join him in his lonely apartment so you two could spend the solitude together - which inevitably leads to so much more. Chris has always seen your personality akin to his, caring, nurturing, and at times hopelessly throwing yourself in the way of love. You begin as friends and he confides in you regularly, coming to you about his private thoughts, pursuing you as a friend, or even matters of his music. On the topic of regrets, he recently came to you for advice about his song “Masterpiece.” He was explaining that he couldn’t afford to be in another relationship, the hardships were too much for him to bear and he felt overly infatuated when it comes to partners, so much so that it ruins the relationship from the core. He found himself to be overbearing and it riddled him with grief, so he swears off relationships like the plague - save for the things you do in private. It isn’t love, it’s simply friends with benefits. “No strings attached,” as he put it. Yet, you can’t help feel differently. Those previously mentioned moments where he would send sweet texts lead you on, filling you with a twinge of hope that he would see things on a different level. Now you are the one who finds yourself infatuated and regretful; starting a FWB that only leaves you wanting more emotionally. You’re aware that he can’t carry having a significant other, but the way he touches you, talks to you more than a friend would, has you feeling his experience. “Maybe if I just… steady him,” you think to yourself, “slow him down. We don’t have to rush into things, if that’s his problem.” Your fingertips stutter against his as you’re watching the dark ceiling, no light filtering through to make anything out of the popcorn paint. He rests peacefully next to you and your ruminating mind. One of his check up proposals worked yet again and you’re lying next to him after making your way over. His breathing is soft while he’s facing you, his icy blonde hair still prominent with little to no light in the small room, breaths landing on your arm as he moves in more towards you in his sleep. Your hand is still on top of his, you can feel every rough patch on his upper palm from holding many taped microphones during shows, running circles gently over the rugged pieces. It only hurts more to share such little moments knowing it’ll go nowhere in the end. Any lovely scenario you can muster will never manifest itself truly despite your love for him, the ball has been in Chris’ court - or could be, if you were honest of your feelings. You say it silently by feeling his skin in the dark in times like these, or when he’s making love to you when you’re over. Yet, never verbally.

You roll onto your side where your back now faces him, and the blinds are angled to luminate the floor with slats of street light from the story high window. Eyes darting aimlessly in your own melancholy, you trace the wrinkles on the sheet beneath you. Shifting erupts from behind you, and the pressure of his palm makes a divot in the mattress, propping himself up. Chris stays still for a moment before cautiously, slowly, reaching out to your hair and running his fingers through it. He lowers himself to stay up on his elbow and continues to rake his slender fingers through your soft tresses. You revel in the quiet, intimate moment. This is exactly what keeps you holding on to his finger; the gentle instances where you know Chris has the capability of loving, and loving properly. So what holds him back from pursuing anything? Especially something with you? You let out a soft sigh. He pauses again, fingers remain motionless in your hair. “You’re awake,” he says with a breathy chuckle. You roll over on your side to be met with his shirtless frame, his pale skin retracts from your hair. You offer a muted smile in response. He retires from his position and puts an arm underneath you, drawing you closer. ‘This is so perfect it’s almost painful,’ you admit to yourself. “What are you doing up? Something on your mind?” he asks. Your mind sounds like alarms, desperately wanting to bellow, ‘yes! I’m in love with you and the moment! I want this forever!’ “No, not really,” you exhale, shaking your head, the sound of linen pillows scratch in your ear. “Hmm,” he sounds, situating his hips and rubs his large palm in a pattern over your exposed stomach, inching upwards by the second. His eyes are fixated on your torso before flickering up to meet your gaze, now intrigued and soft. His dark eyes have a sparkle that is almost like a smile in itself. Chris leans forward, his jaw brushing against yours and mouth closer to your ear, “are you sure?”

You wouldn’t crack, there hasn’t been enough prodding for you to say what’s truly on your mind. You sound an ‘mm-hm’ in an objection to his question. Although, the way he’s been behaving since waking up has you feeling butterflies blossoming in your stomach. He may be experienced with love, but also very much so in intimacy. His wandering palm cups under your breast, rubbing and gently squeezing. The feeling illicit’s a soft whine in surprise, causing him to smile in the crook of your neck. Chris continues to massage your breast under your pajama top, warm hand engulfing your supple skin. He uses his index and thumb finger to gently play with your nipple. You cross your thighs together, squeezing slightly in return to the sensation heating up in your groin. His smile lessens to kiss in the bare part of your neck, subsequently the sweet spot you enjoy. His pale, velvet skin on your breast switches between playing your nipples and massaging your boobs. You move closer into his body, wrapping your arm around him, fingernails scratching the surface of his back lightly enough to leave trails of white. “Such a sweet girl,” his raspy voice purrs below your ear, continuing to kiss and graze his teeth on your neck. Stopping his pattern on your breasts he pulls your leg up to rest over his hip, giving much more access to other parts of your body. You have only been wearing an oversized top, forgoing your panties for the night, which is very convenient for Chris. His actions have been pulling whimpers and whines from you that have only been the start. His middle and next finger run across your exposed lips, wet and sensitive to his touch and the cold air that rushes in. Your mouth is ajar, gasping to his actions.

Chris is reveling in your reactions and the way you look next to him; lying in anticipation of his touch, focused on his fingers teasing where you want it most. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to keep up at least the sexual aspects of what you both share, it does offer some closeness, and he’s the only person who knows your body better than you do. No amount of toys or playing alone to the thought of him can compare to the real thing. “Is this is what you’ve been wanting?” He asks. You bite your lip, moaning softly as he adds some pressure to running his fingers but not entering inside you and brushes against your sensitive clit.“Use your mouth before I fuck it,” he asserts and lowers his gaze to you. You throw your head back, “fuck, please?” “Use your words, ‘please’ what? Please finger you?” He pries, pushing his two fingers slightly into your needy hole. You wriggle your hips almost in protest for him to just put them in already. You bite down harder on your lip. “Please, Chris? Come on, please,” you gasp. He pushes his fingers in and you rest your leg over his hip more, no room left to move in closer especially with his arm under your body. Pumping his fingers in and out you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. He rubs that perfect spot that makes your senses go wild, your mind jumbled with thoughts of being fucked any way possible by him. Profanities slip from your mouth as he enters a blissful pace and rhythm inside you. “More, more - yes - oh, more fingers please.” He pushes in another to amount to three fingers, the feeling stretching you wonderfully. “Oh my god,” you drag out in a moan. A bit of a throaty growl spouts from his throat. His thumb pad begins to rub in circles on your delicate clit. “That’s it, atta’ girl, taking my fingers so good.” You dig your nails into his back. Your foreheads press together in a moment before he dips in to kiss you, deepening it by the second before it turns into using tongue. You break apart slightly to moan before he catches you again, slightly picking up his pace. The only thing you both can hear is the sounds of your lips, the wetness of your folds, and your needy breaths. “Had enough yet?” You gulp, tightening around his busy fingers. “No, sir.” “That’s fucking right,” he groans, pulling his hand from you. You gasp in opposition, immediately missing the full feeling. It’s short lived when Chris rebuilds your resting position to being flipped over on your stomach, your face angled sideways on the pillow instead of being buried face-first. He brings your hips up some to where his hips meets the curve of your ass. He’s hard through his underwear and you can feel the ridges of his cock through the smooth fabric. His muscular arms are on either side nearest to the round of your shoulders. He dips his head to kiss on your bare back from where your top had slid towards the base of your neck and exposing your breasts. He trails them down before using his right hand to play with your breasts under your lifted body. “Look at you underneath me, perfect position to be fucked and used.” Every word he says, every touch, lights a fire in the core of your stomach. You can’t focus on every bouncing thought that makes way through your head, your senses are nearly overloaded. You can only feel the incessant want in your tight pussy, the primal urge to be filled is overwhelming. At the end of his sentence he lays a few slaps on your full ass.

You feel his weight leave the bed for a moment to strip himself of the remaining clothing before returning. The street lights have funneled in at the advancement of the moonlight, leaving a little more sight to see his completely tattooed arms return around you to take off your top. Although the way he plays with you is rough and filthy, sometimes the small things feel like little lovely reminders that you’re still safe and regarded. Within the swift motion of discarding your shirt he reaches to his cock, rubbing the head along your pussy.

“Fuck, please sir, please put it in.” You beg at his mercy. Chris delights himself in your pathetic cries to be ruined. To him you’re adorable when you’re vulnerable and at his whim, every aspect of your pleasure and satisfaction is up to him. Never has he left you empty handed. Smiling with perfect rows of crystal-esque teeth, he situates himself close to you, bodies pressing together again as he sinks in. You grip the sheets and pillowcases, burying your face in the plush mounds. A loud moan escapes your lips, his sound matching yours in different pitch.

“Such a little slut,” he thrusts into your soaking, pink, wet pussy, quickly picking up the pace. Chris clasps a hand in your hair and uses his other to hold on to the silk fabric. “Taking me so good. I love fucking your pretty body, all fucking mine, too. I can’t resist fucking my sweet girl.”

“Oh, god, Chris!”

He gives a guttural moan to your whines. He dips his forehead in between your shoulder blades, hand still situated in your hair. His hips are slamming into yours, every ridge and vein of his cock gliding over your own velvet ridges and that aching spot. Chris finds a new resting place for his large palm around your throat instead of your hair. He squeezes enough not to hurt but enough for you to feel the pressure.

“Come on, bunny, fuck- such a good girl,” his blonde hair is scattered over your shoulder blade. Your bodies are moving in sync with one another’s, shaking the once still mattress and causing your breasts to bounce in time with his thrusts. His cock twitches inside you, only adding an enormous amount of pressure to your g-spot and the hot feeling in your abdomen.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, I can’t focus on anything but you,” Chris confesses, giving quick kisses to your spine and neck, “I’ve been wanting to dominate your precious body for so long - fuck. Nobody can fuck you like I can, isn’t that right? Your body was fucking made for me!”

Chris admitting such a thing makes your own sounds louder. Even though it’s lustful you still hold it close that he’s been thinking about you and longing for you in some kind of way. You only wish that you could take it as he wants you permanently, but that would be tangling yourself in the strings he said aren’t attached. You love the satisfaction he brings to you, the way he knows your body in and out, can make you feel better in so many aspects. You feel as though he knows what to say, sexually or not, so how could he feel like there are so many regretful things he’s said to others? In your eyes he’s almost like a perfect figure. You’re slowly brought back to the moment at hand when he’s rubbing your clit, arm wrapped around your hip. “I can’t take it anymore, Chris.”

You’re very close at this point, your sensations are sent into overdrive.

“You have to ask for fucking permission,” he delivers a sharp spank to your ass, abandoning your clit. “And I better hear ‘thank you.’” He has rules; you have to ask for permission to cum, tell him when, and if you’re spanked you have to say “thank you, sir” each time. His timed thrusts haven’t ceased and he’s increasing the hot, searing red marks on your supple ass. To acknowledge his rules, you utter meek thank you’s for each one. Once he feels like you’ve deserved enough, he returns his skilled fingers to your clit and the feeling slowly boils over.

“Please! Please let me cum, sir. Fuck, you feel so good inside me. I’m so close, so fucking close.”

Chris slightly presses down on your clit, sending you over the edge. Your thighs tremble, incessant moans pouring from your mouth, breathing rapidly under him.

“That’s my girl, you’re doing such a good job cumming for me.”

He doesn’t remove his fingers from your aching bundle of nerves, only quickening his motions a bit more and you know he’s close too. Your overstimulated body shakes and you can feel your own sheen of wetness coating your thighs as he’s fucking into you. His moans quickening, leaving more of his body weight on yours and using the free hand that was holding him up to grab your tits. All of this is sending you into another orgasm that’ll meet his.

“Fuck, I love you, that’s my girl, that’s my fucking baby girl,” he growls as you both release, both of your loud moans raking the room. After finishing he slowly slips from you, all the while pulling your body to his as he lays on his back and sits you half on his tall figure, cheek pressed to his chest. You’re both breathing deeply.

Chris fixates his gaze on the ceiling after realizing what he had said in your climax. It’s almost as if he’s paralyzed in fear and he knows it didn’t go unnoticed. A part of you feels hopeless afterwards. Did he mean it? Or was it just a spur in the moment, something you say just because someone would like to hear it? Did he even know you had feelings for him like that? So many burdening questions race through your already full mind. You look everywhere in the room from your place, wishing you could just be swallowed whole to never appear again, not in this life time. He hasn’t spoken up since saying that, but puts his arm around you and traces little shapes on your back.

“Now there’s something you’re thinking about.” He speaks softly.

Before you can answer or even register what Chris had said, he’s speaking again.

“I know -.. I know what I said,” there’s an audible swallow, he stops tracing and pushes your jaw up with his fingers, eyes darting with yours before leaning in to kiss you.

“Maybe,” he almost whispers, “maybe I can break the cycle with you.”

[askforimagineoroneshot]

Free time before tour - Part 4 (Chris Motionless x Reader)

HELLO EVERYONE! I am finally back and writing. It took too long, I know. But I was just so incredibly busy. All it took me to write is to get sick and be stuck at home.

This is another part of the story. It is a longer one so I hope you like it. There will be one more part at least.

I am also working on a new project for you guys so it's all so exciting.

Let me know what you think about this part. Let me know what do you want me to write. Love you guys!

Gifs are not mine. Imagine is!!

Warnings! There is a graphic smut under the cut. You have been warned.

MASTERLIST         PART 1      PART 2       PART 3

Y/N's point of view

I am so tired. It really was a long day and we did a lot of things, more than we thought we would be able to. We got back to the house. Everyone is as tired as I am. Except for Chris. Or he looks better than the rest of us.

“I will take a shower.” I said to Chris when we got to our room.

“Yeah sure. Just don't put your pj on. I have a surprise for you. We will be leaving for the evening.” he smiles at me.

I don't question it. I know I can trust him more than anyone. I get excited about what he has in store for me.

I do as I am told. I don't know where we will go, what we will be doing so I am dressed ready for anything. Black jeans with a white dress shirt. You know, something I am comfortable in, something formal.

“I am ready.” I say to get Chris' attention. He is sitting on the bed with his phone. He looks up and smiles at me.

“I get some of your things in the car just so you know.” his slender fingers started to play with my arms. He was so tender and caring. It came to me so funny. I am with him all this time and still I miss him. “Let's go if you are ready.” he tells me after a moment of silence.

“How long will we be gone? Should I take something? And boys know?” I panic a little as I am guided outside of the building we are staying at.

“I said I put our staff in the car.'' His iconic laugh makes me more relaxed. I trust him, I just feel unprepared.

“Okay.” I give up and let him take me to the car that is waiting for us. “Boys also know?”

“Oh yeah. Don't worry they will not miss us that terribly.” he opens the door for me and waits for me to get in. Which I do and let him close the door behind me.

He gets in and starts the car. He is always the driver when we go somewhere. I mean I do have a license but after another driver pushed me off the road I tend to not like driving like I used to. I am just nervous and looking too much around me to drive. Also after the accident Chris makes it his task. We are both calmer that way.

When we pull out of the driveway I can see Sharon coming outside of the house. She looks beyond pissed. “Oh so you did tell everyone we are leaving?” I laugh.

“No.” Chris puts his tattooed hand on my knee. “I told the boys. That was the question.” We both laugh. I can tell he is not at ease in Sharon's company. As a band leader and artist he needs space and peace.

Everyone in the band needs that so the mood in the house was a little tense. It's nice to be away from it. As many of us as there are on tours we are all very similar people. We can have fun but we also need a little space of our own.

“She is not happy. We may not have to deal with it now but we will when we come back.” I sadly speak my mind and let Chris know I am on his side. “This little peace is worth it tho. I will talk to her when we come back.”

I am playing with Chris' fingers without paying it mind. It is so calming. His cold skin and the metal off his rings.

“You don't have to do anything. I spoke to Josh. He will deal with it in the morning. She is not staying.” He looks at me to reashore me. “I will make sure everyone is comfortable. You no longer have to worry about her.”

“You want to go on tour without Josh's assistant?” I ask because I want to know. I want to support his decisions.

“We did that before. The assistant was in mind to make things easier, not harder. Josh is not happy with her anyway. I just speeded up the process. It doesn't change anything.” he takes my hand in his and just holds it.

“I am not worried.” I let him know and just closed my eyes. I am enjoying the ride. “When will you let me know where we are heading?” I change the subject of conversation.

“We are almost there. It is not far. I just wanted to take you away from all the noise. To rest, with me.” he let me know.

“Thank you.” my heart is beating faster. All that means so much to me. The fact that he knows what I enjoy and he goes the extra mile for me. What we have is really special. And I am ready to do the same for him. No matter what he needs. I am here.

“You don't have to thank me for anything.” I feel the car stop. At first I thought that we were at a red light but he stopped the engine. “You have to get up, love” I laugh and do as he says. When I get out of the car I am in front of another house. A little different from where we are staying with the band. It is beautiful. A little bigger even.

“Come on.” Chris reaches for me and guides me to the door. “We will be staying here tonight and tomorrow.” He opens the door for me and locks them back when we are inside.

“You didn't have to do this, Chris.” I feel bad. Did I make him think I was unhappy with the band in the other house? Maybe I made it look like that. “This is too much.”

“Come here.” He drops our back on the floor and takes me in his arms. “We have been busy and you have given my band all your time. You accepted these children no matter what. You train in style you never performed in and write for my band. You need this. We need this. A little moment from all that craziness. Before the other starts. I know you are tired. And I know you miss us. I feel the same. This is not too much. This is barely enough.” After his little speech he buries his face in my neck. This little cuddle is sweet.

“They are my band and my responsibility as well Chris. If you guys want me to be part of it. Even if you don't, I understand. The band is your family. And I don't need to be part of it to love it as much as you do.” I run my fingers through his raven hair.

“You are part of the band. It scared me a little at the beginning. With the boys and how they will accept you. If they scare you. I wanted this to work so much. And it did immediately. Boys love you. Fans love you.” he lets go of me a little to look into my eyes. “I love you.”

I want to be as close to him as possible. I just need to feel him hold me close so I can feel as safe and as accepted as he only knows to make me feel. “I love you so fucking much.” Chris doesn't let me finish. Just grabs me and kisses me. There are so many emotions passing through us right now. “And the band. And the fans. All of it.” I goucky say when he pulls away. I know where this is going and I am more than happy with it. I just want him to know.

“Yeah yeah. They are all just so lovable.'' He makes sarcastic remarks. “I think I am just gonna focus on us now.” he lifts me up and carries me inside. He knows this place. Must have been here when he left for a moment. “Now look at that.”

I turn my head and see a pool light up inside. I am amazed. It looks so pretty. It's not a pool for swimmers. It's a lot smaller which makes it romantic in a way. There is a bar in its proximity. A few chairs with a TV set up.

“Well haven't you planned it out amazingly.” I smile at him when I turn back in his arms. I steal another kiss from him before he puts me down, not breaking it.

“Let me get you a drink.” he breaks the kiss but still holds me close to him. “Get in the water for me in the meantime.” he lets go of me and goes to said bar.

“If only I knew what was the plan I would bring a swimsuit.” The room is not big enough for Chris to not hear me across.

“We will not be needing them here. Do as you were told.” he turns to look at me. “Be good. Go on.” His eyes make me want to jump in. He is in the mood and I am more than needy. I miss his touch and attention.

So I do as I was told. I slowly walk in the water. It is not warm but not cold. It is nice this way. I can relax like this.

“Look at you.” I turn around to see Chris watching me closely. “How did I miss you. And you are so good for me.'' He takes his pants off which is the last article of clothing he has on. With drinks in hand he follows me into the water.

“Thank you.” I took one drink from him. It is alcohol. Some time of brandy. I like the smell. “What are we drinking for? Another successful tour?” We are close enough for our skin to touch. His tattoos shine on his pale skin. He is beautiful. Water reflects his eyes and his deep stare into mine.

“That's too far ahead. Let's drink for this trip.” he tells me.

“This trip? We drink it without the band?” I let him grab a hold of me and pull me closer. I am much smaller so he sits down with me inside the pool.

“I mean this little trip. Our little piece of heaven. We will enjoy it, trust me angel.” And so we drink to it. It is nice. I put the glass at the edge of the pool when I felt Chris' lips on my neck. I sit in his lap and let him do with me as he pleases.

“Are you the owner okay with us doing this in his pool?” I ask between moans. My will to be respectful and not do this at a place like this is losing all its power.

“I am sure he will be okay with this.” Chris gets up and turns me around. I know what he wants and I comply. “There you go my good little girl.” He gets behind me as I put my hands on the edge of the pool for support.

My y/h/c is in a way for Chris to access my neck. His body is pressed against mine. I can feel his breath against my neck even with the hair. With his first move he gets access to back off my neck by pulling my hair at a side. His lips ghost on my skin. Makes me let the breath out I didn't realize I was holding.

“I missed your taste.'' I hear a growl that comes from his chest.

His big hands travel from my waist to my chest. Fingertips brushing against my hardened nipples. One of my hands meets his. I love this sensation. All of his attention is on me. I wouldn't be able to notice if someone had walked in. My mind is focused on one thing and one thing only.

I back my ass into him. I know what I am doing. And it is working. I can feel his body respond to me. “Don't misbehave.” A strong warning is given but I don't move away from him.

“Please.” I try a different tactic. I am used to us taking our time with things like this. We can go for hours before he penetrates me. I love the way he is and how he guides me through our passionate hours. But it has been so long since we could do something like this.

“I missed you.” I plead again.

His hands let go of my body and travel into my hair. He makes me look at him before he grips my neck. Just one of his hands is enough to get a hold of me. Even if I struggled it would not work. And I enjoy that as well. I sometimes love putting up a fight to make him tame me in a way.

“I know baby doll. I neglected you.'' His hold on me is firm. It lets me know that he is in control. And I love every second of it. “So I will let this little misbehavior go without notice. But don't think that you don't have to behave.” After he scolded me he allowed me to kiss him.  Before I can get greedy he pulls me away by the hold he has on my neck.

Never letting go of me his other hand travels to the place I need him the most. His fingers tested my folds and when he got pleased by how my body responded to him he dived into my heat.

“Oh well look at you.” His whisper in my ear is followed by his wet lips. That makes me whimper and move from him. My ears are so sensitive and he knows that. That is why he is testing me like this. He knows I want to be good for him but this can be too much.

“Be good.” the hand that is resting on my neck gets a better grip. Making me move by his lead. When I am back in place his fingers that are hiding in my debts move faster.

“Chris.” I moan out. I can't hold back anymore. “Please. You are gonna make me cum.” I protest. I don't want to yet so I try to move again.

“Where do you think are going, hmm.” his grip on my neck makes me dizzy. My attems fall back unsuccessfully. The pressure I feel is getting too strong. “Let go. Make me proud. Come on.”

I lose all control over my body and I orgasm. My neck is now almost free. I need to take a breath and Chris knows that. When I come back to myself I feel his touch on my breast. My body is fully supported by Chris'.

“There is my good girl. What do we say?” He is so close to me. I can feel his breath on my face.

“Thank you.” I lean with my face into his. His lips drag on my skin by that action.

“Thank you, what?” His dominant hand is back on the roots of my hair. Grabbing me. Making me comply.

“Thank you, Master.” I know my manners. I also know my partner. If we started like this without me having to hold back I know it will be a long night.

“There is my good bunny.” he smiles into the kisses he is leaving on my skin. Slowly traveling lower into my neck. “I love your neck. So soft. It makes me wanna grab you and never let go.” His breathing got faster. He is like an animal wanting to mark me and it is the next thing he does. His teeth are sharp.

“Don't fight it.” He lifts me up so I can not move from him anymore. “You are not strong enough.  Just let go.” After being warned his teeth finds my soft skin again. It hurts but just enough to make me feel warm in my core again. Moaning again. I can't control myself around him. I tried so many times.

“There we go bunny.” a soft kiss on the marked skin makes me wince. There is going to be a purple mark in a couple of hours. I will have to hide it with a hoodie. Chris knows that I love when he does this but at the same time I want to look professional. So he never marks me to heigh for me to hide them.

Our relationship is full of passion but is built on trust and understanding.

“Now come here, bunny. Let me see you.'' He goes down so we are submerged in the water. The coldness feels so good against my warm folds. I moan a little at the feeling. “Does it feel good, bunny? Hmm.”

My body falls into his arm. It makes me turn to face him. “Answer me, bunny. How does it feel? Use your words. Come on.” his eyes are staring into my souls yet I never felt safer in my life.

“It feels so good, master. Makes me want you more.” I let my arms snake around his neck. I want to be close to him but I let him call the shots. He knows me well enough to give me what I need.

“Lean back. Let's get you wet fully, bunny.” I do as I am told and it feels amazing. When I am back in his arms I see his smile. “Now give me those plump lips.” Pulled into him his lips take mine. Hip lip rings are cold and take my attention. I know he loves it when I play with them. Suck on them.

“Oh you want to suck on me, hmm. Come here then.” he lets go of my body and stands up. He is tall enough for me to be able to please him in the pool.

His hand tilts my head back. “Do you want this?” He knows but teasing me is too much of a fun for him.

“Yes, please. Let me. I was good. Please, master.” he knows I love doing this. I want to make him enjoy himself with me. That is my only task right now.

“No, bunny. You have not been good. You Have been all over the place today. Don't lie.” his fingertips brush against my lips. I use this opportunity to kiss them. After I hear his hum I continue. One finger after the other.

“Let me make it up to you master, please.” He is going to let me suffer here until he is satisfied with his teasing.

“You want to make it up to me, bunny. Open.” I do as I am told again and he puts two of his fingers in my mouth. I don't close yet. I wait for him. “Good girl. Now show me what you wanna do to make it up to me.” That is when I close my mouth around him. I give him a good suck. Letting my tongue play with his fingers.

Even when my eyes are on Chris' face I can see that his big member is getting hard. I take pride in that. Letting out a little moan but never stopping sucking on his long fingers. In the beginning I had trouble taking his fingers and his huge dick but he has been training me. I still have issues sometimes but he is patient with me.

“Make it up to me, bunny.” he lets his fingers out of my mouth. Taking his member in hand instead. “Show me you are sorry.” I open my mouth again. To give him the satisfaction of seeing himself disappear in me. “You're gonna need to open a lot more for me, bunny.”

I do and he lets himself in on my tongue. His size always amazes me. Like he gets bigger every time. I let him take the lead. He is very slow. Allowing me to take as much as I can. I know he is enjoying himself. I love the noises he makes when I am pleasing him.

“Relax, bunny.” he spoke to me before he acted. “Tilt your head. There.” Getting me in a better position before he pushed himself fully into my throat. Trying to relax as much as possible my eyes started to tear up. “There you go. My good little bunny.” Chris' finger brushing my tears away he stayed in place. His heavy member was resting in my throat. I was enjoying it as much as he did. I loved him. All of him.

“And out.” he pulled himself out of my mouth. I caught a little but still looked at him. “You are doing so well, bunny.” He was looking at me lovingly as he pumped himself. “Tell me, bunny, are you loving this? You look so eager. Do you want me back in your throat?”

“Yes, I do. Please let me.” Looking at his penis my mouth watered. I loved doing this.

“You love it so much you forget your manners again, bunny.” Making me look back at him I realized. “Keep your pretty y/e/c orbs on me, bunny. Don't forget yourself.”

“I am sorry, master.'' Being a good girl I make puppy eyes that he can not resist.

“Open up, bunny. I am not done with you.” Eager to do so I let him fuck himself by my mouth. The sweet is glittering on his skin. He looks like an angel. Before I know it he beats himself in my throat again as he comes in warm thick streams. I swallow all of him.

I look at him trying to collect his thoughts. I let him. It took me more than just a moment to collect myself. In the meantime I clean him up nicely.

“My good little, bunny.” he sits down by the poolside with me in my arms. “You did so well. Making me so proud.” I want to be as close to him as possible. I take a lead and kiss him. I know when I can push him and when to just let him have his way.

“Look what you did, bunny.” He preast me in his lap to make me feel how hard he is again. “Come here. Let me take you.” Parting my legs and probing my sweet spot with his pink head was next. “There there.” I sit at him fully but that makes me squik. “Breath, bunny.”

I take a moment to adjust to him. The burns make me wanna cum again but I hold myself. Chris took my chest into inspection in the meantime. Massaging my breast. Pinching my nippless. He makes it so hard for me to focus. I have difficulty with all the stimulation. Chris is loving it. Reading me is like an open book. Taking one of my hardened nippless into his mouth.

I take action into my hands and start to ride him. I have to take it slow because of his size.

“Look at you go, bunny. My good girl.” He starts to meet my thrust with his hips.

“Chris fuck.” I can no longer control myself. I feel like I should be ashamed of my actions but it has been so long.

“I have been so busy, bunny. I know. Enjoy this like a good girl. Take what I have. All of it.” His arms close on me, bringing me closer to him. His lips devour my neck again. “Don't fight against it, bunny. Make me happy. Cum again.”

Being this close to him everything feels more intense. I want to hold it and cum with him. “Slow down.” I breathe out. Trying to get a hold of myself. Chris doesn't do it. He wants to have me fucked out on him. “Honey.” I try to speak again but it is in wail.

“Do it, bunny. Cum. Don't make me do it for you.” He doesn't slow down. Only gets a better hold of me to make sure I can't stop.

“It's too much.” I keep on complaining until I reach my top. I let out a scream and threw my head back. Only then Chris stops slowly.

“There she is.” I am being held in the position for a moment before he brings me back to him. “Come, bunny, give me a kiss.” With him still bearded deep inside me I comply.

“There is my good girl. I am gonna take you upstairs and stuff you like a good bunny you are.” I try to argue but in his hold I can not. When he feels my attempt he trusts himself into me.

“Chris.” I scream as I feel him go impossibly deep inside my folds.

“Be good or I will make you. Remember who is your halder, bunny. We have a lot of catching up to do.” He gets up from the water with me in his arms. “I am gonna fuck you out of your mind little one. Don't make me break you first.” his growl is heard through the walls.

[beaker1636]

So no clue where this came from but it just happened like a month ago and I haven’t had the guts to post it yet but my friend Paige keeps telling me to soooo here’s a very smutty Chris fic.

Please be gentle, I don’t write smut at all, this is my first attempt. And I absolutely hate it despite paige and another friend saying it was really good. Also sorry if formatting gets fucked up, I type these on my laptop but can’t remember my tumblr password so I cut and paste it from a document on my phone into tumble so sometimes it gets wonky.

“Hey baby, I am sorry but things are not going how I wanted so I will be done late, we will have to move our date to another night. As soon as we finish this song I will come to your place and we can watch a movie or something,” you read the message from your boyfriend Chris for a second time, your mood instantly dropping.

This is the third time he has had to cancel date night in the last couple weeks that he has been home so that they can continue working on the new album at night. You understand that this is what he does for a living but you are getting really tired of this happening all the time. Honestly, it is making you start to feel like you arent important to him and that maybe he doesn’t want you around as much as he used to.

You sign, before responding to him. ‘Okay, don’t worry about coming over tonight if you are going to be late, you can go home and rest so that you are ready to work tomorrow.”

You get a response rather quickly, catching you off guard. “I want to come see you, I feel like we haven’t had any time together with both of our jobs.”

That message is what finally breaks you, that makes you snap and let out all your frustration in one strongly worded message that you send back.

“And that is somehow my fucking fault, YOU are the one who has cancelled on me yet again. Go fuck yourself, I don’t even want to see you tonight now,” you type out, fighting tears of frustration that are threatening to fall as you hit send.

You quickly shut your phone off and throw it on your living room table so that you don’t have to see what his response is. You had a rough day at work and really needed to be with him tonight but that doesn’t matter anymore, nothing matters anymore.

Storming off to the bathroom you start to wash your face of your makeup, its just going to get ruined when you eventually stress cry, which you know is going to happen. You also say fuck it and change into pajamas, theres no reason to be dressed up just to spend the night alone in your apartment.

You follow this all up with getting a large glass of wine before going to your room with your new romance book to read and drink your feelings away, hoping that it would give you a much needed distraction so that you don’t spend your night sulking about your fight with Chris.

About an hour later it has worked, you are so drawn into the story that you don’t hear your front door open rather hashly, nor do you hear the footsteps leading to your bedroom until your bedroom door slams open.

You look up and gulp when your eyes lock with Chris’, his eyes showing you very quickly just how pissed off he currently is.

“This is seriously what you have been doing while ignoring my texts and calls? Reading a book?” He seethes, glaring at you to the point you are uncomfortable and glance away.

Fighting the tears that are now threatening to fall down your cheeks, you decide to be quiet for a minute to think about what you want to say.

“Maybe if you actually made time for me and didn’t always put me second I wouldn’t want to ignore you.” You finally say, quietly, feeling rather small in the moment. You hate confrontation so to know that Chris is upset with you really has you anxious.

“You know we are recording and have deadlines we have to meet, I can’t just leave in the middle of a song,” He spits out, growing more frustrated.

Feeling like Chris isn’t even listening to you and not wanting to get yelled at even more you decide to go back to reading your book, this conversation can be finished once he has calmed down some.

This is the last straw for Chris however, who is not going to let you continue to ignore him. He storms over to your bed and quickly rips the book out of your hands in annoyance, his eyes scanning the text on the page that you currently had the book opened to.

“Seriosuly, you are ignoring me so that you can read about other people fucking eachother?” His eyes darken as they scan your face, watching for your reaction.

Finally having enough of his tantrum yourself you finally crack. “Yeah, I am. It could have been us if you would actually show up for a fucking date.”

If he wants to fight then fine, you will fight back. He doesn’t get to be a dick when it is his fucking fault that you are upset and fighting right now. You match his glare, not wanting to be the one to back down at this point, too riled up to give in. But slowly his glare turns into a smirk, and he makes his way to the other side of your bed, climbing in next to you.

“You want to read your book so bad, fine. Read it, out loud,” he challenges, thrusting your book back into your hands.

“What? No I…. I can’t. That just, what? No Chris,” you struggle to come up with a coherent response, feeling awkward and honestly embarrassed at the thought of reading out such a dirty scene out loud in front of him.

“Why not? You seem like you have plenty to say tonight, so come on. Put your words to good use and read it to me,” he teases you. Chris knows that if he pushes you enough that you will do exactly what he asks you to, because you always do.

“Ugh fine,” you grumble.

You know Chris well enough to know that he is playing some kind of game with you but what exactly? You aren’t sure.

“‘You’re already so wet for me,” he whispers, his tongue running flat alone the darkening marks along your neck. He drags his fingers up the length of your heat’”.

You cut off suddenly with a gasp as Chris slips a hand inside your pajamas and your panties to do what you just read to you, removing the garments from your body.

“Keep reading, you wanted to ignore me for your book so bad so lets see if you actually can,” his voice grows deep as he continues to tease you.

You suck in a shakey deep breath before you continue.

“‘What do you want me to do to you,” he asks, your thighs shifting around his wrist. “Hmm?’

‘To touch me,’ you whisper, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.

‘You’re going to have to be more specific,’ he informs you. ‘And aren’t you forgetting something?’

‘Sir?’

‘Much better.’ He nod his head and you withhold a sigh, you’re never going to remember that. Before you can utter another word, two thick fingers are inside of you, you being wet enough to where he has very little resistance as he thrusts them knuckle deep.’”

You hesitate, swallowing as you try not to make a sound as Chris yet again does what you just read. You don’t want to give that cocky bastard the satisifation of knowing what he is currently doing to you.

He stops moving, glaring at you again. “You stop reading, I stop touching you.”

“‘ He pulls his hand back enough only to thrust them back inside you roughly, causing a deep whine to leave your throat at the sting of pain and pleasure, shivers immediately crawling up your spine.

He pulls away slightly, watching you under a heavy lidded gaze as his fingers continue to thrust into you, rough, forceful and unforgiving…”

You cut off, finally giving into Chris, whispering fuck this, throwing your book onto your bedside tabe before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

He resists, not giving you the kiss that you are craving so desperately.

“I always get what I want,” he says with a chuckle. “And don’t think that after the way you spoke to me that I am going to let you cum that easily.”

You try to hide your disappointment when his fingers leave where you need them most.

“Now clean up the mess you made,” he demands, holding his hand infront of your face.

You learn forward, taking his two fingers between your lips, tasting yourself. You decide to take your time to make sure you actually get them cleaning, hoping that maybe if you do what he says that you will get what you want from him. He removes them, resting them on your lower lip.

“Good girl, now tell me, how bady do you want me y/n?” He asks, his eyes meeting yours.

“Badly, please Chris,” you whine, deperate for him to touch you again, to take care of the ache that he has created.

He slides your shirt off, smiling at the fact that you had already taken your bra off when you changed, leaving you bare as he stands up.

“Then how about you show me how much you actuary want me,” he commands, making you shiver at his tone of voice. “Get on your knees for me baby.”

You don’t hesitate to get up and do just as you were told. Reaching out to open the button and slowly slide the zipper down on his jean before tugging them and his boxers down in one movement, his hard cock finally free much to his relief.

He tugs your hair harshly, pulling you forward and silently urging you to do something, anything, just as desperate as you are for what is to come.

You wrap your hand around the base of his shaft before running your tongue along the underside, only to then teasingly lick around his head tasting the pre-cum there before dipping lower, not missing any of his length.

“Stop teasing,” he groans at your actions, growing frustrated as you continue to do so. You want your revenge for him doing just that to you earlier.

You can’t help but smirk up at him, glad that you could make him crave you just as much as he makes you crave him.

Finally you decide he has had enough and take him into your mouth, slowly lowering as your hands strokes what you can’t quite take. He tugs on your hair to make you look up at him as you hollow your cheeks and start to actually bob your head, ready to drive him crazy like he does to you. His eyes meet yours as you take him even deeper.

“Fuck, I love how great you are with your mouth,” he groans, knowing that the praise always motivates you, makes you work harder in hopes of receiving more of it.

He starts to pull on your hair, taking control away from you as he urges you to go faster. You gladly let him, loving that he is making you do what he wants, taking what he wants from you with no restraint.

He groans, pushing deeper, your eyes watering as you keep swallowing around him, trying not to choke as he gets rougher and rougher with you.

His eyes close as he leans back slightly, letting you deep throat him as he shudders, getting right to the edge. After a moment his grip on your hair tightens again as he pulls you away from his throbbing cock, you gasping for breath.

“Get on the bed, hands and knees for me baby,” he growls as he helps you up, pulling his shirt off as you crawl on the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

You tense in anticipation when he climbs up behind you, pulling you back towards him by your hips and making you both groan at the friction that it creates. His hands pull you up by your hair o that your back is pressed against his chest, leaving kisses that trail form your neck to your ear.

“I’m about to fuck you, hard,” he whispers as he reaches around, cupping your breasts before pinching your nipples which makes you jerk back into him, causing the much craved friction between you both again.

You fail to fully process his word as all you can think about is your want, no your need to finally cum.

He gives you a kiss before letting you go, you falling back on your hands as he enjoys the view of your ass and the fact he is able to have his way with you without you putting up much a fight.

He can see just how wet you are as it glistens in the dim light from your lamp. It pleases him to know how much he can make you crave and need his touch, that only he can do this to you.

He cam tell that you are growing impatient as his fingers make their way to your hips yet again.

“I bet you still want me to go home, don’t you,” he murmurs, not wanting to give you what you want just yet.

You glare over your shoulder at him, barely holding on to what little resolve you still have left, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how badly you actually crave him.

“Use your words y/n, I want to hear you beg for me before I even consider touching you. You wanted to use them so badly to get me to leave earlier” he demands of you, harshly thowing back your words from earlier in your face.

You still refuse to answer, which just frustrates Chris, so he harshly smacks your ass, instantly making you whine at the sting.

“I still don’t hear you.”

“Oh come on, you can clearly tell how much I fucking want you. Just fuck me already,” you groan, annoyed that he is making you do this. Any other time you don’t mind begging but the angry part of you is still holding on weakly, making you want to put up a little more fight that usual.

“Good girl, thats more like it,” wraping his fingers around himself, practically pulsing from how close you had him with your mouth.

Without warning he roughly enters you, making you gasp in surprise. You press your face in your arm, jaw clenching at the sudden sting from the action.

He starts out rather slowly, deciding that he is still going to tease you before he finally starts to get rougher and rougher with each thrust, pulling your body back to meet his with each movement.

You lose your breath and close your eyes as you get closer and closer to the edge. Enjoying that he is being so forceful that it almost hurts, loving this new and rougher side of Chris that you have not seen before.

He’s slamming into you with no restraint, pulling you right to the edge but still not giving you enough to actually cum yet, the need tormenting you at how close you are.

His fingers slip around your waist to tour clit, making you cry out from the pleasure as he enjoys the sight of the bruises forming on your hips from the hold he just had on them.

You suddenly clench around him, making him groan.

“Please, Chris, I’m” you cut yourself off, not able to finish what you are saying as you beg him for your release, knowing that the only way he would give it to you is if you do.

“Fine, cum,” he demands as he presses his body down into yours on the mattress. “Cum.”

You finally do, your vision going a bit blurry as you cry out, loud enough that Chris secretly hopes that your neighbors have heard you.

His rhythm slowly becomes erratic as he can’t take it anymore and spills himself inside you with a low groan “fuck”.

His arms slip around you as you both go limp, him gently rolling you over onto your back as you lay there for a few moments, catching your breath, still pressed together as you lowly regain control of yourselves.

He slowly pulls away, gently helping you get more comfortable as you let out a sign in exhaustion. You barely notice that he left the room until he returns with a damp washcloth, helping you clean up the mess that you both let on your now very sore thighs.

“y/n, do you need anything? Are you alright?” he asks after he finishes, laying down next to you in the bed, pulling you into his arms and bruising your damp hair out of your face.

You nod, not quite ready to answer his question.

He gives you a very gentle kiss, almost as an apology before speaking.

“I’m sorry I haven’t had much time for you, I promise that I will take tomorrow off to spend with you, just us,” he says softly, toying with your hair in the way that he knows you love.

“Thank you,” is all that you mange to get out, not feeling like any other words need to be said as you oth lay there, slowly falling asleep next to eachother, glad that the fight has ended.

[dreamofbetterthings]

No Regrets Noah Sebastian x Reader

Prompt: "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

VIP: Noah Sebastian

Band: Ban Omens

Summary: There's no such thing as a "calm" Halloween night, especially when hidden feelings are involved.

Warnings: It's gonna be a little spicy, but not full-on smut. Still, this is 18+ due to descriptive language and some curse words scattered about, so minors, please DNI. 

A/N

Hello everybody! I'm sorry that I dropped off the face of the Earth. I have an abundance of things going on in my personal life and I am trying my hardest to get through it all. I know in the last post I said chapter 3 of It's Been A Long, Long Time was coming soon. That wasn't a lie. It is still in the process of being edited. I'm working on a new uploading schedule for you guys, and a page redesign as well so if everything pans out the way I'm hoping, it will be put into effect starting next week. In the meantime, I have a couple of stories I'm planning on getting out before Chapter 3 gets released. This turned out a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, but I had an idea and ran with it. I've never written for Bad Omens before, so let me know what you think. Enjoy!

This is a fictional story about real-life people. Nothing that is mentioned in the story below represents who said individuals are, or how they act in real life.

Halloween night was always your favorite time to be around certain people, specifically the friends you called Motionless in White and Bad Omens. There was always something up their sleeve to turn the normal night into one that you weren't sure you wanted to remember in the morning. Luckily, tonight was the annual hangout at Chris' house this year, and you couldn't be more excited. Every year you all would get together at someone's house and pass out candy to the kids, then watch a couple of movies after the last stragglers came through. After that, came your favorite part of the night, Hide and Seek. It might seem childish, but watching a bunch of tipsy/drunk people try to stay quiet in a hiding spot was always hilarious.

 You were making another batch of popcorn when Chris walked into the kitchen. "Hey, we just put on The Lost Boys, just thought I'd let you know." You smile. "I'm not surprised. That's almost everybody's favorite." He laughs and grabs another bowl from the cabinet. "I know, that's why we put it on first, so nobody can complain about it later." The timer on the microwave went off signaling that the popcorn was finished, and you carefully took the bag out. You gave Chris the cooling-down bag and picked back up the one you set on the counter before he walked in. After emptying them and grabbing extra napkins, Chris brought the popcorn out to your friends who were talking through muffled and hushed whispers. Before you walked back into the room, he pulled you back for a second to whisper something in your ear. "I pulled the seeker for tonight. Unfortunately, it wasn't you. Maybe next year." You pout and then smile "Fuck, I'm never going to get picked." He laughs as you glanced around at everybody scattered in the room. 

Ryan sat with Justin on the loveseat. Folio was a drama queen and insisted he get his own seat. Nicholas, Vinny, and a few other of your friends, Florence, Nicole, Victoria, and Robert who were invited sat around the coffee table on the floor. Ricky, Jolly, and Noah were on the couch. Then, you and Chris got the two giant bean bags in the corner. The lights were changed to red and the TV just started the opening credits to The Lost Boys. You and Chris give the popcorn to Ricky and Nicholas respectively, everybody else having their own mostly full bowls, and grab your drinks before plopping back down on the bean bags. Folio rubs his hands together and smiles. "Now that our final two goofballs are here, who's ready to watch one of the best horror movies ever made?" Everybody gives some form of yes or a holler, and he immediately turns the volume up. As the movie plays, there is a small conversation here and there, and occasionally someone has to get up for a new drink, but you are relaxed and having fun. 

At about the halfway point of the movie, Noah gets up to get another drink from the fridge. On his way back, Jolly scares him, causing his wine to spill all over the floor and your sweatpants. "Jesus man!" The movie is paused and everyone's attention is on you guys. Jolly laughs and puts his hands up in defense. "Sorry dude, I had to scare you at least once today." He turns to look at you. "Didn't mean to ruin your sweatpants though, my bad." You wave him off. "It's no big deal, these were old anyway. You guys can keep the movie playing. I'm just gonna change into different pants real quick." You take a sip of your drink and get up from your spot to go upstairs. 

After finding your weekend bag, you huff as the extra sweatpants are nowhere to be found. Instead, you pull out a pair of spandex volleyball shorts and go to the bathroom. Noah hears the sink running upstairs as he's cleaning up the accidental mess he made by your spot. He throws the paper towels away and before he gets to the stairs, Chris quietly asks "You good?" He nods, telling the other singer he's going to make sure you're okay, and heads to your bathroom. He knocks a few times and after a couple of seconds, the sink cuts off and you open the door. You were expecting one of your girlfriends to be standing there, but instead, it's Noah. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'm sorry about spilling on your sweats. I hope I didn't ruin them." Holding up the pants, you show him where the stain had previously been. "If these sweats can make it through one of your tours, they can certainly handle a little bit of wine. I just didn't want them to stain, since you drink the darker stuff." He chuckles and follows you back into the bedroom. 

You grab your shorts and get ready to put them on, but Noah points to your leg. "I didn't know you had a thigh tattoo." You glance at it and glance at him confused. "Really? I got it a while ago. I could've sworn I showed you when I got it done. Then again, I'm always in longer shorts, so it's not exactly easy to see." Setting them down, you turn to the side and pull part of your underwear band up, showing the last covered part of the tattoo. Looking up at Noah, you can see he's staring, but there's something else behind his eyes. Just not sure what it is though. You don't flinch when he reaches his hand out, but your skin gets goosebumps as his fingers ever so lightly trace over the ink on your leg. Everybody that came over tonight had seen each other in their undergarments or even completely nude before, whether by accident or on purpose. Hell, you've walked in on him changing plenty of times. 

So why did the room suddenly feel hot? 

It could be that you've had a crush on the man since you were kids. There wasn't anything not to like. His personality just made you want to be around him all the time. He's sweet and kind, and has a terrible sense of humor that only you two get. You could go on and on. He was just an all-around amazing person. You were so caught up in your thoughts, that you missed the hand that was snapping in front of your face. "Hello? Are you there?" Coming back to reality, you saw Noah looking down at you with curiosity. You quickly apologized and asked him to repeat what he said. "I said it looks amazing on you. The placement is perfect and it works great with the curves of your leg." You thank him and can't help but notice just how close he's standing to you. There's a tense silence for a couple of moments, and neither of you moves from your spot. You glanced at his eyes, then his lips, but immediately looked away. 

It felt like you were a school girl again, talking to the guy you've had a crush on for ages. You heard him mumble a "Fuck it" before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and tasted like wine, courtesy of the drink that led you here in the first place. You felt his hand move to rest against your cheek. His lips were gentle, almost as if he was savoring the moment, afraid it would never happen again. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, your eyes remained closed for a moment, before slowly opening them and meeting Noah's. The two of you looked at each other in pure awe before you let out a small "Woah" He laughed, and you looked down, feeling your cheeks become hot.

The thought of you being so flustered made him blush too. How was it possible for someone to be this cute? Your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you almost couldn't comprehend what just happened. "You know, for someone that always complained he was a terrible kisser, that was uh, really impressive." He could feel you now completely relaxed against him and he laughed a little, slightly embarrassed. "I'd say that I've had practice, but you already know my teddy bear in fifth grade doesn't count." The two of you laugh. Remembering his hand resting on your cheek, you look away and take a small step back. "I think we should get back to the movie. It's gotta be almost over by now, and I don't want them to yell at us for taking too long." He let out an uncomfortable laugh and muttered a "Yeah." 

You never noticed but Noah frowned slightly when you pulled away from him. He felt so comfortable being that close to you. As you turned to the door he realized something. He really liked you and didn't want this to be just a one-time thing, especially if it was going to make things weird between you afterward. He picks himself out of his thoughts just as you open the door. He walks across the room, taking your hand and silently closing the door. Standing there surprised, you ask him, "Are you okay?" It was now or never he told himself. "I'm sorry, I just..." He takes a breath before continuing. "I really want to kiss you again." You stand there just as surprised but decide to see just how far this could possibly go. "What's the problem then?" He lets go of your hand and brings his own up to hold your face. Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers. 

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." 

He obviously likes you, right? But this is your best friend. You've known each other for years. If he did like you this much, he would've told you by now, right? You two have been affectionate towards each other before, but there's a line neither of you dared to cross. If you crossed it now, you would rather do it with no regrets. It was better than wondering what could have been. "What if I don't want you to stop?" Noah tilts your head so you're looking him in the eyes. 

"Then I won't." 

He pushes his lips against you again, this time with newfound hunger. His hands fall and grab at your waist while yours go around his neck. Your feet follow his backward and you hit the edge of the bed. He pulls you down to sit on his lap, completely forgetting your lack of pants while he pushes himself further back on the bed. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing him in. Your hands gently tug at the now-cut-short hair on the back of his neck and he grabs at your hip hard enough to leave bruises before pulling you even closer to him. Shifting your weight a little, your lower half sits directly on his hardening cock and he groans into your mouth. He pulls his lips away only for them to move down your neck. You tug at his hair a little harder and he sucks at the tender skin that connects your neck and shoulder. A moan leaves your lips and you mindlessly grind down against him. There was nothing that could prepare you for how right this felt. Like you were seeing a whole different side of him, hidden from the outside world, and for your eyes only.

Noah moved to whisper in your ear. "Quiet baby, wouldn't want everybody to hear us, hmm?" You shake your head no, but it doesn't matter as he kisses you again. "Hey, are you guys-OH MY GOD!" The bedroom door opens to see a shocked Chris looking at the two of you. Noah pulls away from your mouth, and the two of you look like deer in headlights. "I'm going to go... quickly." Chris walks away, before coming back and closing the door. You and Noah make eye contact for a split second, before the two of you look away, slightly embarrassed that you were caught. "Maybe we should go back before someone comes in again." He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Carefully getting off of him, you stand up and let him off the bed. You both straighten out your respective clothes, and you finally put on those shorts. 

"Are you alright?" He nods and you get ready to walk toward the door. Noah runs his fingers through his hair. "Um, Before we go, I just wanted to ask...You don't regret any of what just happened, right?" You immediately shake your head no, slightly frowning. Maybe this was all a big mistake. "Not at all. Why? Do you?" He smiles and also shakes his head no before taking your hand in his. "Nope. No regrets." A smile replaces the frown on your face. You ask "Are you ready for them to never let us live this down?" He laughs and glances at the door. "That doesn't sound like such a bad thing to me." Giving him a nod, he opens the door and the two of you walk back into the living room where the rest of your friend group is talking amongst themselves. When they hear you guys walk in, it gets silent. Noah lets go of your hand so you can sit down first, and then goes to his spot on the couch. 

Nobody said anything for the first couple of moments before Chris broke the silence. "You guys fucked in my spare bedroom..." Instantly you and Noah sat up and shook your heads. Your voice and his overlapped and both of you tried to tell your friends that technically nothing happened. Once the two of you were finished explaining, the room was silent for another couple of moments before anyone spoke. The silence was starting to make you uncomfortable, but before you could say or do anything, Ryan threw his hands up and yelled. "Fucking finally!" This breaks the tension in the room and everybody starts laughing and giving you and Noah happy looks. You even saw a couple of people passing money around. Those fuckers bet on you and Noah getting together. When the commotion has died down, another movie has started, and everybody turns their attention to the TV. As you focus your attention on the screen, your phone buzzes, and you pick it up. 

Noah

"I was thinking later we could finish what we started in the spare bedroom?"

You smile at your phone and quickly respond before setting it down.

"Well, we're still playing Hide and Seek after the movie. I'm once again not the seeker, lol. If it happens to be you, don't go easy on me. Depending on how the rest of the night plays out, you might get your wish ;)"

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Noah readjust himself in his seat. He sends back a text almost instantly, and goosebumps litter your skin again as you read his last text.

Noah

"Oh, I won't. I like the hunt."

Nope, no regrets.

[yournecessaryevil]

☆These Games We Play☆

🖤 CHRIS MOTIONLESS X READER ONESHOT 🖤

Summer has officially started, and to kick off the season before their tour, Ricky's decided to throw a party for you and the guys at his place. But you decide to test Chris's patience halfway through the party, and... he isn't having any of it. Then again, maybe that'll work in your favor...

• NSFW; Daddy kink; adult themes (Dom/Sub relationship); fluff; language

☠️ TAGLIST: @synthetic-wasp-570 @darigyu @veroxbarnes @nixwolfe

Summer.

It was the one season people looked forward to the most, a season holding the promise of adventure and other good things to come.

And oh, were there ever so many good things to come for you this time of year. You were getting ready to embark on yet another tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates, and this was sure to be the best one, yet.

But that time wouldn't arrive for at least another two weeks, so to kick off the season (and to give you and everyone else a chance to unwind and take some time off), Ricky had decided to host a backyard gathering at his place.

You had immediately taken a liking to the idea; a break from the stress of touring was much needed, not just for you. Everyone had been rather on edge lately, despite the good show they were all putting on to hide it.

No, today would be a day to just relax, unwind, and share some good laughs... and maybe something else, too. You and Chris were as close as ever, but lately you'd been feeling rather... neglected, if you were being perfectly honest. You knew he couldn't help it, his music was one of the most important things to him, it was what drove him, he needed it.

But lately, you'd been really needing him.

The two of you had a rather unconventional relationship when it came to the bedroom. He had a bit of a dominant streak, not that you minded, of course. You yourself were known to be kind of a brat both in and out of the sheets, something that drove him utterly crazy in all the right ways.

He knew (most of the time) how to tame your inner brat, he'd proven this to you on more than one occasion. It was one of the many things you loved most about him, the way he always knew how to leave you both satisfied and wanting more, all at once.

And it was that very thing you'd been craving all week from him.

So today, you had a plan.

Was it a good one? In retrospect, probably not. Would it get you in trouble with him? Most definitely. But was that exactly what you wanted? Fuck, yes.

It wasn't even a want, at this point.

No, it was a fucking need.

So today you were going to see just how far you could push him, before that dominant side of his would come out to play, before he'd snap and give you exactly what it was you needed: Chris putting you in your fucking place.

A slight grin turned up the corners of your mouth as you snuck a glance over at the empty driver's seat, your mind running through all sorts of scenarios as to how today would go for you. He had no idea, the poor guy...

Leaning over, you laid on the horn for a few seconds, until you saw Chris emerge from the house you two shared, your boyfriend giving you a raised eyebrow as he got into the car. "Someone's impatient today," he teased you, turning the key in the ignition.

You stuck your tongue out at him, unable to hide your grin. "Not my fault you walk slow, old man," you shot back. That earned you a look from him, the look, in fact. It was the look that was a warning, a threat, and a promise all rolled into one.

"Do not be a brat today. I mean that, Y/N. I want you on your best behavior while we're at Ricky's party. Play nice, or it's gonna be a long fucking night for you," Chris warned you, as he pulled the car out of the front driveway.

Ha, you knew that side of him would eventually come out to play! Although, you were more than a little surprised by how quickly it had happened. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment to hide your grin before you reached across the center console, resting your hand atop Chris's.

"No promises," you teased him.

You could practically feel the look he gave you then, and you had to try your hardest to hold back your laugh as the two of you drove out to Ricky's place. Today was going to be something else, that was for damn sure...

"Two more weeks, man. And then we leave."

Chris's answering groan brought a smile to your lips as you sat there by the edge of the pool, your shoes off and feet buried in the water.

"Come on, dude, I don't want to think about that right now," he answered with a shake of his head. Ricky shot him a grin, raising one eyebrow. "Sick of tour life already, are we?" he asked.

"No, see, if that was the case, I'd be like 'Who are you and what have you done with the real Chris?'" you interjected with a grin of your own. Laughter rang out from around the pool, and you winked at Chris, his answering smile creating a sense of warmth in you, a feeling completely different than the warmth brought on by the sun beating down on you all.

He shrugged, running one hand through his blonde hair. "I don't know, I mean, don't get me wrong here. I'm beyond thrilled to be doing another tour with you guys, but... two weeks. That's gonna come fast," he said.

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped unbidden from your mouth at that moment. Apparently you weren't the only one; both Vinny and Ricky snickered from across the pool as soon as they got the joke, each of them exchanging a furtive look with you.

Chris shot you a questioning look, and a slow grin spread across your face as you quickly raised both eyebrows at him. "You know what else is gonna come fast?" you began, exchanging another sly glance with the boys before your gaze slid back to Chris.

In that moment, it must've finally clicked for him, because he gave you a warning look, similar to the one he'd given you in the car.

"Y/N..." he started, raising one dark eyebrow at you. His eyes remained locked on yours, but the longer you stared back, the more you noticed certain things, little things.

One corner of his mouth twitched up briefly, like he was fighting back a smirk, as he continued to stare at you. Oh, so he had found it funny, though, hadn't he? Your grin widened a little as you scooted closer to him, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"I bet you can make me come fast."

The timing couldn't have been better; you leaned back just in time to see Chris's mouth fall open in shock, those brown eyes widening, a barely audible gasp the only thing being heard above the faint music drifting over from the small portable speaker by the pool.

"What? What'd she say?"

"Dude, what did she tell you?"

The guys' questions went ignored as Chris sat there, stunned and speechless for a moment. He wasn't the only one; a quick glance around the edge of the pool showed you that every single one of his bandmates was watching, waiting to see what Chris's next move would be... or what your next move would be.

"You did not just go there, not here, at Ricky's-?" Chris started, trailing off for a second.

"Y/N, you-" he began again, but like before, he stopped mid-sentence.

"Damn, Y/N, I think you broke him," Justin suddenly spoke up, trying not to laugh.

"Dude, he's fucking speechless!" Vinny laughed.

"What did you say to him?" he added with a grin, raising a brow at you.

You grinned back at him, shrugging.

"Ask Chris," you answered, sneaking another glance at the man in question beside you.

He was still staring at you, but now there was a hint of something darker in those brown eyes of his.

"Say it again, I'm gonna toss you in the pool," he warned you. And yet, despite the warning, there was that same hint of a smirk from before.

"Go ahead, I'll pull you in with me," you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him with a cheeky little grin.

One dark eyebrow arched up, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear this time.

"At least then you'll already be wet for me."

Now it was your turn to be rendered speechless for the moment.

Chris leaned back with a satisfied smile, looking all too pleased with himself.

Shooting you a wink, he got up from the edge of the pool, nodding over at Ryan.

"I need to go help him with food prep, do me a favor and behave, Y/N," he told you.

You were still too stunned to speak, merely nodding in response and watching him walk away.

Game fucking set and match on his end, then. You'd have to get a bit more creative...

Ricky's laugh broke through your thoughts, as he sat down next to you.

"Sounds like someone's in trouble," he teased you, lightly nudging you with his shoulder. You snuck a glance behind you, watching Chris, unable to help the soft smile that made its way onto your face.

There was just something about the way he moved, gods, you could watch him all day.

And then he happened to look up at that exact second, his eyes meeting yours. A slow smile spread across his face, and he winked at you before going back to helping Ryan with getting lunch prepped for the day.

Turning back around, you nudged Ricky with your shoulder. "Hey, don't tell him this, but... I've been kind of a brat today because I'm actually sort of hoping he'll reach his breaking point and... you know," you told him.

He grinned, casting a quick glance in Chris's direction before his eyes met yours again.

"Ah. Yeah, no, I get it. We've been kind of busy with touring and I know you guys haven't exactly had any time to be alone together," he started, an awkward little smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

"I mean, I will say this: if things do work out for you today, I've got the extra guest room you guys can use, just so you know. Just... clean up when you're done," he said, trying not to laugh.

"Also, if you really wanna get him to his breaking point quick, let me know, I'll gladly help you out," he grinned. You were unable to keep from laughing at that, the sound drawing Chris and Ryan's attention.

"What're you Girl Scouts laughing about over there?" Ryan asked. His question only made you laugh a little harder, you and Ricky exchanging a furtive look with each other.

"You gonna?" he asked in a voice low enough for only you to hear.

You grinned in response, merely nudging him in the side and nodding in Chris's direction.

Getting up from the edge of the pool, you turned to face Chris, your heart racing with anticipation of what you were about to do.

"Eyyo, Christopher! Lemme get that dick!" you called out, heat flooding your cheeks as you waited for his reaction.

And oh, was it ever the reaction you were hoping for.

He turned around to face you, his mouth open, eyes wide, and brows raised to the fullest extent.

"What did you just say??"

He took a warning step towards you, giving you that look you loved so much, his head tilted ever so slightly to the right.

But you weren't going to let him rattle you that easily. No, you were going to see this through.

"I mean, I can say it again if you'd like?" you answered, biting back a grin. He took another step forward, that warning look still in place. Silence once again settled over the group, the only sound being that of the music streaming softly from the speaker by the pool.

Your gaze shifted to land on Ricky; he was watching the two of you with a poorly concealed grin on his face, and when his eyes met yours, his smile only grew wider, like he was on the verge of laughing.

"Y/N."

Immediately, you glanced back at Chris, your eyes widening when you noticed he'd gotten more than a step or two closer to you still.

"First of all, wildly out of line of you to ask me that, here in front of the guys. And secondly... excuse the ever loving fuck out of you, that's not how you ask me, now try again," Chris spoke firmly, his eyes never wavering from yours.

You started to sneak a glance over at Ricky again, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris shake his head at you.

"No, don't look at him, he's not gonna help you. You wanted to start this little game of yours, now you're gonna finish it," he said. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

"Oh, I'll definitely be able to finish, will you?" you grinned, waiting for his reaction.

Someone laughed, and Chris shot them a sideways glance, before those brown eyes met yours again. "That's one. Try again," he said, his voice dangerously low and smooth.

You bit your lip in anticipation, mentally weighing your options here.

On the one hand, if you played this his way, there was no guarantee that you would get what you wanted, what you needed. But on the other hand, if you played this your way... well, there was still no guarantee of that, either.

You supposed you'd just have to fuck around and find out, then.

"Er, um... may I please get that dick?" you repeated your earlier request, albeit a little more politely this time around.

The expression on Chris's face seemed to soften, and he took another step towards you. "There, see? Now wasn't that a much better way of asking me?" he said softly.

"Pfft, no," you answered, before you could stop yourself.

Almost immediately, both eyebrows were raised again, before he narrowed his eyes at you, though you could swear you saw him smirk for the briefest of seconds.

But then with three more steps, he was suddenly in front of you, picking you up and holding you over one shoulder, like one would with a disobedient child.

"That's two. You're done," you heard Chris say.

Your mouth fell open in protest, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him as best as you could.

"Wait, what happened to three?? You know, three strikes and you're out?? You don't play fair, Cerulli!" you protested.

"Nope, you're done. And I don't want to hear it, you don't exactly play fair either, Y/N," he answered.

You could hear the slight amusement in his voice, could practically see the smirk on his face, at this point.

Ricky laughed, getting up from the edge of the pool. "Tour update: Y/N is a brat, and Chris... is not having it," he teased.

"Yeah, not helpful, Olson," you heard Chris say, but even he couldn't keep the smile out of his voice. "You wanna finish helping Ryan out for me? I've got a brat I need to take care of," he added.

Ricky nodded, and you heard Vinny laugh from where he was sitting by the edge of the pool. "Ooh, you're in trouble!" he called out, grinning.

A few catcalls and laughs ensued from the rest of the group as Chris began heading towards the house, still carrying you rather unceremoniously over one shoulder.

As soon as the two of you were in the house and out of earshot of the others, Chris set you down, a dark look now present in those warm and (usually) gentle brown eyes.

"You wanna explain to me why you're being such a little brat for me today, Y/N?" he asked, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.

Ooh, did he really want the honesty? Or was it perhaps better not to clue him in? To be fair, you were already this far, it wouldn't make sense to back out now, right?

Biting back a smirk, you shrugged.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I've been so mild today," you said, trying to remain casual.

On the inside, you were a mess. He was reaching his breaking point, you could feel it.

Just a little more...

"Besides, if I'm such a brat, why don't you do something about it?" you sassed him.

Something in his gaze hardened; this was it...

"Yeah, you know what, I think I will. Bedroom. Now. Go," Chris answered, voice firm.

Ha, this was it, finally...!

You stood your ground, waiting.

And he promptly picked you up, putting you over one shoulder again and carrying you down the hall, towards the guest bedroom Ricky had told you about earlier.

He tossed you down onto the bed, not giving you any time to catch your breath before he was leaning over you, quickly pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other curling gently around your throat.

"You gonna behave now?" he asked, his voice low and face mere inches from yours.

You stared back at him, your gaze rather defiant as you shook your head at him.

"Mm. Wrong answer, Y/N," Chris breathed.

He closed the distance between the two of you, his mouth finding yours in an instant, all tongue and teeth and dark seduction, the promise of being left unable to walk lingering behind every rough kiss he pressed to your lips.

A groan slipped unbidden from your throat, and you heard him groan in response, his mouth moving urgently against your own. "Mm, safeword?" he breathed out, in between harsh kisses. "Porcelain," you breathed back, earning a hum of approval from Chris.

"Good girl," he muttered, his words sending a chill down your spine. His grip on your throat tightened briefly before he let go, pulling back to admire the way you were still pinned beneath him.

"Fuck, I've missed seeing you like this," he sighed, running his free hand through his blonde hair. The hint of a smirk rested on that perfect mouth of his, a mouth that was as sinful and dirty as it was pretty.

Releasing your wrists, he stood up, staring down at you with that familiar look in his eyes.

You knew that look, it was only the same one he'd worn in the countless scenes you two had done together since you'd learned of his dominant side.

Fuck, did you love his dominant side...

"Stay still. We're gonna play a game, you and me. You're not allowed to move, you're not allowed to make a single fucking sound. Understand?" he said.

The minute you opened your mouth to answer him, he raised a brow at you.

"I mean it. Not a sound. Trust me, you make the prettiest fucking noises for me, but that's just it: they're for me. Not my bandmates. Got it?" he asked. You nodded, earning an approving little pat on the head from him.

"Better, that's my good girl," he murmured.

With that, he leaned down, leaving little kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, finding your sweet spot so easily. It took everything in you to hold back your moan, the noise instead escaping as a barely audible whimper.

And yet, Chris still heard it.

He paused for a moment, lifting his head to give you a warning look, before leaning down again, marking up that sweet spot at the base of your throat. "Better be quiet..." he warned you, in between kisses.

You were trying, honestly! He was making it ever so difficult, though. One more kiss here, one more kiss there... fuck, he really wanted you to suffer, didn't he?

Another small whimper slipped free from your mouth, and you could both see and feel the smile that briefly turned up the corners of his mouth as Chris glanced up at you again.

"Do I need to gag you? Is that what you want?" he asked. You shook your head at him, and he raised an eyebrow at you. "Then I need you to stop, and be quiet for me. Be a good girl, or you lose the game. Understand?" he said.

You nodded, Chris's answering smile of approval bringing a smile of your own to your face. "Up, now. I want this off," he told you, tugging on the hem of your shirt. You did as you were told, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. "Everything?" you asked, biting back another smile as you let the shirt fall to the floor.

"Everything, everything. All of it," came Chris's answer, his voice trailing off as he watched you undress for him. But when you went to undo the ties at the sides of your swim bottoms, he shook his head at you. "No. Down," he ordered you.

Lying back against the bed for him, you watched with baited breath, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, as he leaned down and took the ties between his teeth, tugging them free. Fuck, that had to be the hottest thing you'd seen him do all day...!

He did the same thing to the ties on the other side before standing up again, his hands making quick work of discarding your swim bottoms, casting them aside. You now lay exposed before him, every inch of you waiting to be ravished and ruined by him, just like you wanted, like you needed.

"Fuck," he swore under his breath, staring down at you in awe, like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time. "So fucking beautiful, Y/N," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. His touch was no less gentle than it had been earlier; he wanted this just as much as you did, he needed this too.

"Chris," you moaned his name, reaching down to grasp the hem of his shirt, but he stopped you before you could get any further than that. "Mm, no, Y/N, I thought I told you not to move," he murmured, breaking the kiss to stare down at you, those warm brown eyes holding you captive and scorching your very soul alive.

"But I want to touch-" you started. He shook his head at you, a hint of a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Only good girls get to touch," he answered. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear, his voice low and full of amusement.

"And you haven't been a good girl for me today, have you, baby?"

Before you could stop yourself, you shook your head no, staring up at him with wide eyes. Gods, he already had you tiptoeing the line into subspace for him. Fuck, he was good...

You watched as he stripped himself of his shirt, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the inked up expanse of his bare skin. You wanted him so bad, you wanted to run your fingers over his ink, trace every line, every curve, you wanted to taste him, you needed him so fucking bad...!

A whine escaped unbidden from your throat, earning you a chuckle from Chris. "Aw, my sweet girl's all pent up, isn't she?" he teased you, before finally ridding himself of his swim trunks. You sucked in a rattling gasp, nodding frantically as he leaned over you, kissing up the side of your throat, eventually finding the spot below your right ear.

"It's too bad she's been a brat all day," he whispered in your ear, his words only working to pull another whine from the back of your throat. "Shh, lucky for you, I'm not mean enough to just leave you like this," he added, leaning back to look down at you, his gaze softening.

"But," he added with a grin, "I'm also not gonna sit here and just give you what you want, not that easily." Leaning forward again until his face was inches from yours, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"You want this dick so bad, Daddy's gonna make you fucking work for it," he told you. His words sent a hot spike of arousal straight to your core, where you needed him the most, and it took every ounce of whatever self control you had left to not sink all the way into subspace for him.

"Oh, but it'd be so easy!" your inner thoughts protested, pleaded, even.

Fuck it.

You stared up at him, your gaze locked with his. Chris knew, too. He knew in that moment, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Fucking checkmate, right?

"You gonna be a good little whore for me, Y/N?" he asked, staring down at you. Fuuu- if he kept talking like that, you wouldn't last long around him. You nodded, too stunned and too far gone to speak properly.

Not that he minded, of course. No, he was in full Dom mode, he knew exactly how much power he held over you right now. "That's my good girl," he muttered, before reaching out and tapping you twice on your inner thigh.

"Up, I want you on your knees. Now," he told you. You complied ever so easily, the prospect of you getting what you want lingering around the corner, just out of your reach. He wanted you to be a good little whore for him, you could do that, no problem...

You knew what he wanted without him even having to ask, you two had done this dance many, many times before. That, and he was making it ever so obvious; he was already so aroused and so hard for you. Kneeling down, you took him easily into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.

Fuck, you could already taste him, you'd missed this so much. The minute you had your hot little mouth wrapped around his dick, Chris released the dirtiest, ungodliest of moans, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head, his fingers winding themselves through your hair and holding you in place.

"Fuck, good girl, fuck, just... just like that," he groaned, watching you go down on him, take him, every fucking inch, all the way to the back of your throat-- fuck, you were doing so good for him-!

He watched with a mix of arousal and awe, his grip on the back of your head tightening slightly, his hips rising ever so carefully to meet you halfway. Brown eyes widened, Chris's head falling back as you moaned around him, an echoed groan of his own filling the hushed silence of the room.

Holy- how the fuck could you take him as deeply as you were?? Then again, he wasn't sure why this should surprise him, you'd always done so well for him, more than deserving of any and every ounce of praise he'd ever given you.

"There we go, good... fuck, good girl," Chris panted softly, every exhaled breath trembling on his tongue. "Not such a brat now, are we?" he added with a breathless laugh. You paused a moment, lifting your head to meet his gaze, making a face at him and baring your teeth.

He smirked, trying hard to hide his laughter. "Aw, little kitten thinks she's so tough. But look at her, such a pretty baby, kept all quiet with her mouth around my dick," he cooed at you. God, the filthiest things that could come out of this man's mouth-!

You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, your blood pounding a frantic staccato within your veins, Chris's words echoing in the forefront of your mind. You gave him your best doe-eyed expression, watching intently as his own expression shifted, his grin faltering as the cracks started appearing in his calm facade.

In the few beats of silence that followed, you could hear the sharp hiss of breath escaping his lungs, his eyes locked intently on yours. The minutes seemed to tick by before he finally spoke, his voice trembling and his words seeming to stumble over each other in their haste to get out.

"D-don't... don't do that, don't look at me like that, kitten..." he pleaded with you in a breathless whisper.

Ha... who was in control of who, again?

A smirk playing at the edges of your mouth, you cast your eyes downward again, your hands moving up to grip the tops of his thighs, fingers digging in as you pulled him in deeper once more, a low groan rising up from the back of your throat.

Any further pleas Chris may have had for you died out on his tongue, another sharp exhale hissing from between his teeth as he watched you, his entire being held wholly and utterly spellbound by your every fucking move.

You could feel his grip on your hair loosen, his hand falling to rest at his side, his self-control starting to slip ever so much further with every touch of your hands, your tongue. You could tell the moment he was close, his fingers tensing and gripping tightly at the bedspread beneath him, his hips rising to meet you halfway.

"F-fuck, Y/N-!"

The way your name left his mouth, spoken like a swear word, like a sort of forbidden oath--

You were completely done for after that, all self-control you may have had, just... gone.

You only had the briefest of warnings from him, before he was coming undone for you, the taste and feel of him heavy on your tongue and in the back of your throat, as sweet and addictive as novocain...

He was your drug, your fix.

And you doubted you'd ever be able to get enough of him.

His climax easily added fuel to the fire of your own, but you knew better. If you came now, that was it, game over. You knew how he was as a Dom, he'd make you wait...

Holding back a groan, you let your eyes drift upwards, meeting his. "Don't swallow yet, baby, I wanna see," he told you, head falling back as he tried to catch his breath, one hand rising to run through his hair.

You slowly pulled back, releasing him from your mouth as you sat up on your knees for him, waiting patiently and trying your hardest not to swallow. His composure regained and that smooth, calm facade back in place once more, Chris reached out with one hand to gently grab you by the chin as he leaned forward, his gaze intent on yours.

"Open up, pretty little brat, let me see..." he breathed.

Eyes wide, you nodded, easily giving in to his demands, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him, putting on full display the mess he had created for you.

Chris stared back at you in awe, taking note of the way his cum dripped from the tip of your tongue, spilling down your chin, your throat, his hand...

"Look at that, look at you, you beautiful, messy little girl," he whispered, pride in his voice, his brown eyes softening as he smiled down at you.

Ah, and there it was... that feeling you always craved, the part you most looked forward to whenever you two did this together.

The way he would give you praise, it was indescribable. He wouldn't just praise you for the sake of doing it, no, oh no. He would go so much further than that, always.

He had a certain way of making you feel so completely special, like everything about you mattered, everything about what you did and who you were just mattered.

Because to him, it did matter. You did.

The softest of whimpers left your mouth, your gaze held captive by his own.

This was one of the parts Chris secretly loved too, seeing you like this, so soft and sweet and pure for him... even though he knew better, you both did.

The moments where you were so open for him like this were incredibly rare, this show of vulnerability was something only he got to see.

Another small noise left your open mouth, regaining his attention. "Shh, I know, baby. Swallow for me, every last drop," he spoke softly, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the forehead.

You did as you were told, swallowing the taste of him, a bittersweet feeling of emptiness lingering behind afterwards. That was the part you hated, no longer being able to taste him, to feel him on your tongue, in the back of your throat.

But Chris knew the feeling just as much as you did, he always knew.

With the softest of touches, he used his thumb to clean up what was left, pushing lightly at your lips, watching as you eagerly opened up for him, taking him into your mouth, indulging in what remained of the taste of him.

Releasing his thumb from your mouth with the smallest of bites, you sat back on your heels, staring up at him with those doe eyes. He smiled back at you, reaching out to stroke the side of your face.

"Such a good girl for me, you did so good. Here, come here, pretty baby," he cooed, beckoning you to him. You climbed up into his lap, one leg on either side of him as you wrapped your arms around him, holding on to him like he was your only lifeline.

"Let me take care of you, Y/N, give you what you need," he whispered in your ear, drawing you close to him. You only too easily complied, letting him have full control, slipping as far into subspace as he could get you to go.

He entered you slowly, wanting you to feel every fucking inch of him, down to the last. Unified groans echoed through the quiet of the room, his fingers digging in to the velvet softness of your hips, clutching you to him like he was going to lose you.

Only he wasn't; you were his as much as he was yours, you were here to stay...

His name left your mouth, a hushed plea for him, all of him, everything he could ever give you.

"Shh, I know, I'm here, m'gonna make you feel so good..." came Chris's muffled reply, his face buried against the side of your neck as he placed soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses along the skin there.

You let your head fall back, eyes closing and lips parting in a silent groan, fingertips brushing along Chris's back, nails digging in ever so slightly to leave tiny half-moons patterned over the surface of the skin.

His breath left him in a quiet hiss, one of his hands moving up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as he left deep kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, leaving his mark on you, taking claim to what was his.

A bit ironic, wasn't it? He'd always told you purple was a good color on you...

The sweetest of noises left your mouth for him to hear, drawing out a mirrored echo of his own, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting softly at your shoulder.

Fuck, he didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough of you, even as close as he was to you in this moment, right here and now...!

He wanted you in every way he could have you, he had every fucking intention of it, you'd asked him so nicely before, hadn't you?

Sure, you'd also been kind of a brat and gotten him entirely too riled up all day, but-- wait. Was that why you-? Is this what you had been after the entire time, what you had craved so badly from him-??

A low groan slipped free from his throat as he bit at your shoulder again, before soothing the bite with the gentlest of kisses. His fingers dug into you as his hips rose to meet yours, pushing him deeper into you than he'd ever been, than he could ever hope to be.

The softly exhaled swear word that left your mouth at the miniscule movement was enough to make him slip up and smile, a quiet laugh rising from his throat.

"Is this what you were after, huh, baby? Is this what you've been wanting, why you were such a brat for me earlier, hmm?" he breathed, thrusting up into you and earning another whispered expletive from you.

You were too far gone, too far entrapped by him to be able to answer properly. A mere nod was all you could manage, your head falling forward so you could bury your face against the side of his neck, choking out your soft moans.

"You poor, sweet baby, all you had to do was tell me that you needed to be fucked, you didn't have to be a brat to get my attention..." Chris said softly, trying not to laugh.

"I ddnt knw cld..." came your muffled reply.

"Hmm?" Chris breathed, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

"I didn't know I could," you reiterated softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Chris's answering laugh caused the heat to flood your cheeks again, as you blushed.

"Y/N, sweetheart... you know you can ask me anything, yeah? Mm, you've got to tell me if I'm not giving you enough attention," he answered, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek, your chin, down towards your throat, your shoulders.

"Doesn't matter if I'm with the guys, if you need me, pull me aside and let me know you need some time away..." he added, brushing soft kisses along your collarbones. "I'm sure they'll understand, at least half of them know what it's like," he continued in a murmur, dotting more featherlight kisses along your skin.

"What what's like?" you gasped softly, head falling back again as Chris's hips rose to meet yours in another particularly deep thrust. He had to choke back a groan before he was able to answer you, his fingers flexing tightly along your hips for a moment.

"Fuck..." he groaned, eyes closing as he sat there, buried deep within you, forehead resting against your shoulder for a second.

"They know..." he breathed out, eyes reopening as he lifted his head to look at you, "they know what it's like to have a girlfriend to come home to, someone they're just so incredibly desperate, so hard up for, the entire fucking time we're on tour..."

His hand slid from the back of your head, down, down to instead grip the back of your neck, fingers flexing softly, tightening ever so gently, holding you in place as he slowly fucked you, every thrust deeper and more sensual than the last one before it.

You cried out as the waves of dark ecstasy ebbed away just at the surface, threatening to overtake you and drown you in their depths at any given moment. You were close, you were so very close, he was so good, too good, everything was too warm, too stifling, fuck-!

Chris's answering moan fell in perfect synchronicity with your own sweet sounds, creating a seductive little symphony only the two of you would ever be able to hear.

"Fuck, I know, baby, you're so close, Daddy's close too, fuck..." he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your own.

"Just a little more, hold out a little longer for me, hmm? Gonna make you feel so fucking good, fuck you so full of my cum, breed you 'til you fucking drip for me, baby..." he added, keeping up the dirtiest stream of whispered profanities against your skin, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.

"Chris, please-!"

Your begging only added fuel to the blaze growing hotter between the two of you, your desperate pleas sending him chasing after that high, right over the edge--

And you fell down with him, oh fuck, did you fall fast and hard with him--

Chris barely had time to growl out the words "Cum for me, Y/N", before you were doing just that, his name leaving your mouth in the loudest of cries. You were sure if his bandmates hadn't heard the two of you before, they would now.

But you didn't give a fuck.

You were so lost in those waves, so lost in him, to even care.

The way he held you down tightly against him, the way he was so intent on making you feel every inch of him, every drop of seed he had to give you--

It was too much, it wasn't enough, it was... it was everything--

"Fuck, Chris, fuck--!" you ground out, your breath leaving you in sharp, gasping exhales as you clung tightly to him, holding on desperately.

Your thighs trembled beneath you, and yet... you didn't drown, not completely. Chris held you as tightly as you held him, the two of you keeping one another aloft through it all, riding the high until there was nothing left to take, nothing left to give.

The inside of your head felt blissfully like radio static, as if someone had left it carelessly unattended between channels, the white noise filtering through to your brain, to your very nerve endings.

Chest heaving, breaths trembling, you collapsed against him, the weight of Chris's embrace a comforting presence as you came down from your high. Little did you know your very presence was of great comfort to him as well, the two of you guiding each other back home.

"You- I... fuck," you gasped out in a breathless whisper, unable to find the right words. But at this point, words became unnecessary, a sort of unspoken agreement forming amidst the aftermath. Chris knew, he always did...

He sat there for a while afterwards, holding you close to him, not quite ready to let you go, not just yet. If he was being honest, he felt rather selfish in that moment. It wasn't enough, he still needed you, needed to feel you, to taste you...

"Here, lie down for me, baby..." he murmured, helping you up as he slowly withdrew from you. The sharp hiss you let out at the feeling of emptiness afterwards, oh, how he hated that sound. But he'd make up for it, he'd see to it, you'd see...

The minute you were lying prone and soft for him, Chris gently parted your legs, immediately leaning down to kiss you in that most intimate of places, working with tongue and teeth to cleanse you, but fuck, the taste-!

He groaned against you, the muffled sound being unwillingly ripped from his throat, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place as he instead devoured you, every taste of your essence and his heavy and seductive on his tongue... he wanted more.

No, fuck that, he needed it.

And the way your fingers tangled tightly in his blonde hair, pulling harshly as he ate you out so deep, fuck-- he needed more of it, he needed all of it.

And you-!

You'd swear up and down, Chris was practically made for eating pussy, holy fuck-

It was one of the things he was particularly skilled in, the way he could have you coming unraveled at the seams for him just like that...

Fuck-!

Your thighs shook, a harsh cry tearing itself free from your parted lips as you came for him, Chris using that sinful mouth of his to fuck you through not one, but two orgasms, holy-!

You tugged harshly at his hair, his answering hiss sending a flush of heat straight through to your core, shoving you carelessly, blissfully, over the edge one last time, before Chris decided to show you mercy.

"N-no... more..." you gasped out, panting softly for him. "Safeword?" he breathed, lifting his head to stare up at you through heavy eyes, those warm brown irises scorching through to your soul.

You shook your head at him, unable to respond vocally. But much like before, words were unnecessary with the two of you. He leaned back, taking you by the hands and gently pulling you up to cradle you to his chest, hugging you tightly.

You were done, you had reached your limits.

But that was okay with him, you had done more than what he'd expected of you, much like you always did.

It was one of the things he had come to grow fond of, with the relationship you two had.

"Fuck, you did so good for me, baby. 'M'so proud of you," Chris murmured against the top of your head, his fingers tracing light circles along your back, tracing up your spine, working to bring you back down to earth, back to him.

You were much too exhausted to respond, instead settling for a soft hum of acknowledgement, your breathing eventually returning to normal as you left your high behind.

Only then did you finally take note of one minute detail that had previously escaped your notice.

The door to the guest bedroom had been left open, the entire time you and Chris had fucked.

Anybody could have walked past, could have seen you and Chris like that...

"Fuck..." you mumbled.

"Hmm?" came Chris's soft reply.

"The door. It got left open," you answered in a tired murmur.

There was a moment's silence before you and Chris both looked at each other, neither one of you suddenly able to keep from laughing.

When the laughter had died down, Chris cast a look over his shoulder at the door. "Probably a good idea to close that next time, yeah?" he remarked, turning back to grin down at you. You nodded, your cheeks flushing at the thought that one of his bandmates might have seen the two of you.

And then Chris's words clicked into place.

"Wait, next time? You mean that?" you asked softly, a hopeful look in your eyes. He nodded, smirking down at you. "You don't think I'm gonna let you get away with this twice, do you?" he teased you, leaning down to kiss you.

You grinned, shrugging as you kissed him back. "Maybe? I got you this time, didn't I?" you teased him in response. "Mm, no," he answered, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before releasing it, "no, baby. I got you."

You leaned back to pout at him, earning another laugh from him. "Alright, how about this? Truce?" he asked, holding out a hand. You eyed it dubiously for a second, before finally relenting, shaking his hand. "Alright. Truce," you agreed. "For now," you added a moment later, unable to keep from smirking.

Chris raised both brows at you, before calling you a brat. Although, judging by the faint smile on his face, you knew he didn't mean it.

And you were right, he didn't mean it. You were his good girl, you'd always been, always would be...

"I mean, you guys cleaned up in there, right? I'm not gonna find anything... questionable... later?" Ricky asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris. There was some light laughter amongst the rest of the guys, as they all sat gathered around the open, brightly blazing fire-pit.

The last rays of the dying sun had long since bled out, leaving nothing but ink and gemstones and a silver smile gracing the skies. Food had been eaten, drinks had been had, laughter had been shared, and now that things were winding down, you had ended up falling asleep in Chris's lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

Chris made a face at Ricky, earning more laughter from his bandmates. "Of course we cleaned up. Besides," he said, glancing down at your sleeping form in his lap, "I think she needed this today."

"How long had it been for you guys again?" Ryan asked, arching an eyebrow. "Too fucking long," came Chris's instant reply.

A few low catcalls and whistling ensued from some of his bandmates, earning them all an eyeroll from Chris. "Sooo... tour update: Y/N's no longer a brat?" Ricky teased, grinning.

Unable to hide his own grin, Chris shook his head, glancing down at you again and placing a soft kiss atop your head as you slept. "No... she just needed a little extra attention from me today, that's all..." he answered.

"Dude, you're so fucking soft for her," Vinny grinned. "Yeah, man, I don't think I've ever seen you like this with anybody, our fans included," Justin agreed.

Ricky snorted, casting a sideways glance at his friend. "It's cause he loves her," he said with a wink. Chris waved him off with a smile, but he knew his bandmate was right.

He did love you, more than he ever thought he could, more than he thought he deserved to. How he'd ever been lucky enough to land someone as special as you... that was still, and probably would always be, a mystery to him.

"Oh and by the way, you guys were totally loud," someone suddenly spoke up, earning another round of laughter from everybody.

"Shut up, we were not!"

A/N: I know this one was a bit of a long read, I do apologize. But for those of you who stuck around and made it all the way to the end, I want to very humbly thank you and hear what you thought of this one! (Also, if you think I should do more of these, please let me know in the comments and REBLOG! Every little bit helps! Thank you so much, fellow Creatures! 🎃

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

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Talia hadn’t actually been to Chris house before, his parents didn’t count, that was a whole different thing after all. Not to mention, that even was something that she really didn’t want to think about when it came to what had happened the day she had been there. It had been a wonderful day to start, meeting so many of the band, Laura, Justin, Ryan and his partner had been wonderful, she did look forward to seeing them again, but that day… She couldn’t think back on that day and not remember what else had happened. Now she knew why, it did make her less embarrassed and ashamed of what she did, how she’d behaved. Didn’t make her want to slap Ricky any less when he’d demanded she strip, though. The man wanting her naked, could have gone about it a completely different way. But no, he had to be an asshole about it.

He’d be so mad at her for thinking it, but in his shoes, she understood it though, why he was being an asshole. She stood by her statement about slapping him, but she understood it.

Especially after finding out about Grace being in his house when he got home. Insane. She’d just been another stalker for him not to trust. Again, she stood by the urge for slapping.

Talia wondered if anyone was checking his house while it was empty, and half hoped that even with Grace seemingly off the grid, Ricky wasn’t just jumping at the chance to go home yet. Let everything calm down. Too much was up in the air for her not to be worried. Maybe she was just paranoid, but Grace had kept this up for years.

With Ava spending the day with Vinny, Talia had borrowed her rental car for the day to drive to Chris’ house. Considering she wasn’t sure how long she’d be here, she hadn’t planned to get one herself, but maybe she should at this point, she’d been here a few weeks already. Everything that was piling on, she wasn’t sure how long this was going to last now. On one hand, Ava and Vinny seemed convinced the worst with Grace was over. Ava was getting all kinds of praise and love online from Vinny’s fans, well, those that weren’t crying because now it meant they couldn’t be his soulmate. However, on the other front, she wasn’t sure how to tell Ava about what was happening involving her soulmate tattoo; at least while also making sure she knew how serious it was without tell her about the party, and the kitchen, and, about her breakdown. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

She was the worst best friend in the world, still hiding all this from her.

Walking up the drive to Chris, she pressed the doorbell, only for almost instantly, as if he’d been waiting pretty much on the other side of the door, a rather dishevelled looking Chris, opening the door. He pulled her into a hug, a tight hug, with a groan, his voice muffled into her shoulder, a feat considering how tall he was compared to her.

“JellyBean.”

Sighing at the hug, feeling so much warmth and comfort in his hugs, she couldn’t possibly explain it. Her arms wrapped around his tall frame tightly as he seemed to nuzzle into her neck and shoulder for a moment,

“Chris, Spookie, are you okay?”

Her voice so soft as she hugged him, not wanting to disturb him too much from the comfort he seemed to be seeking from the contact. Turning her head to press her cheek against his shoulder lightly, but a surprised breath came from Chris then, and she wasn’t sure why before he was pausing and pulling away.. 

“I, yea, come on in.. Ricky is through here.. We all need to talk about something.”

Oh god, it was about something to do with Grace, wasn’t it? She knew her being gone was too good to be true. She’d been texting Ricky about it earlier. Se got the feeling he didn’t seem to be as enthused by her deleting her social media profiles as she Vinny and Ava did either. He didn’t say anything specifically, it was more about what he wasn’t saying, than more about what he did say that spoke to her. Maybe she was reading more than she should into it, maybe not, she could just be paranoid, but Grace, she wasn’t right.

Next, Chris led her into his living room where Ricky was waiting, it was so very different from Vinny’s in every way. Chris was all about the dark spooky vibe, and she loved it, but he still had a very modern element to his home. Glancing around, the aesthetic of the house was very tasteful, it wasn’t all dark, depressing when most thought of the halloween vibe that Chris often associated with. Though, it was thread in there a little, but not depressing, it was fun, and enjoyable, just like Chris, just how she liked it.

Moving to sit down, still across the room somewhat from Ricky, half turned to face Chris, looking between the two expectantly, hoping, and praying, that this didn’t have anything to do with Grace.. However, dreading that it really would. Could also have to do with having to do with having to see a therapist about their marks, but if Chris was right, just her and Ricky getting to know each other like friends, should help each it, at least.

“So, what’s going on, what was with the invite over, 911 text?”

Looking between them expectantly,

“Wait, what, 911?”

Ricky was looking at her confused, and Chris, Chris was suddenly very interested in his phone..

“Chris?”

“Okay, I sent the 911.. I panicked! I wasn’t sure she would just come over, so when you said invite, I might have thought, nudge her a bit.”

“Oh my god. She agreed, I told you she agreed.”

Talia couldn’t help but giggle at the back and forth between the boys,

“How about you guys just tell me what's going on that sent Chris into a panic in the first place, because as someone who would rather not get 911 texts, and not see him in a panic?”

Looking between them..

“Right.. Chris do you want to..”

Talia looked from Ricky and back to Chris now as he gestured and Chris nodded, setting his phone down and rubbing his thighs.. 

“So, it's about my soulmate tattoo.”

Chris took in a deep breath as he looked to Talia, glancing quickly to Ricky for a little bit of support. He’d already done the hardest part last night, she already knew his soulmate was dead, but still, this felt so strange to talk about. This whole thing was so, how did you tell someone you think you're connected to their soulmate? And that their soulmate thinks that you're connected to them? Hello, talk about a bit of soulmate love triangle here, how did that even work? Did they even have soulmate love triangles? He’d never heard of them before!

Sure, he’d heard of soulmate tattoos causing love triangles. Everyone had heard of that, but actual soulmate love triangles, with a three-way soulmate link. Was that even possible? What would Talia even think about it? Ricky, he wasn’t even sure what he had thought about it in a romantic sense, friendship wise was one thing, and he knew his friend was struggling enough with everything that was happening.

“What about your tattoo, Chris?”

Okay, face the music time, taking in a breath, he focused on Talia.

“It seems to be, reacting, a bit, similar, but different I guess, not as severe, I think… anyway,”

Yet. He shook his head, he wasn’t making any sense and he knew it.

“I mean, reacting similar to how yours is.. Sort of.”

“What?”

The shock, was understandable, Chris sighed as he continued.

“I wasn’t sure what it was reacting to, as the sensations have been all over the place during the week, I’ve not been paying attention to when they’d been happening, the ache, it was just an ache, I didn’t make the connection. I didn’t want to make the connection, I suppose, but it has just been coming and going. Then, it started to get more pronounced, until I couldn’t deny something was happening anymore.”

Letting out a slow breath to steady himself before he kept going, his head just all over the place.

“The doctor found nothing.. And then.. Well, I thought it reacted to Ricky.”

Chris nodded in Ricky’s direction, and he watched as Talia glanced over to him surprised, Ricky choosing that moment to speak up finally.

“But I’ve noticed that Chris has been reacting to you more than me Sweetheart, his shoulder was playing up the entire time we were helping you, and he was looking after you. That was about you, he was worried about you, not me at all.”

Blinking slightly as he looked at her, and then between them both, holding his breath, not sure what to think, how to react, how should anyone react to this, he wouldn’t be surprised if she started laughing. But… Chris knew she wouldn’t. Not after everything she’d been going through with her own tattoo lately. She wouldn’t tell him he was insane, she wouldn’t treat him like he was crazy. What he didn’t expect was what Talia did say.

“Can I see it?”

Oh… Oh…

“What?”

He felt a bit dumb for a second there, and Ricky wasn’t helping, sitting back in his chair with a that little knowing smirk of a smile on his face, as if he’d expected she’d be curious. Damn him. 

“Your tattoo, Spookie, can I see it?”

When Ricky chuckled from the background “Spookie?” Chris could help but roll his eyes at him with a muttered “Shut it.” he didn’t have the energy for him to make fun of him right now.. He tried to talk Talia out of it okay, he had, but his love of Halloween came back to roost on that nickname. Still he swallowed, right, his tattoo. She didn’t even react to the little moment about the joke aside from the slight growing of her smile which made him think she was trying not to laugh as he told Rick to shut it as he chuckled. He wouldn’t lie, though, her having a special name for him, had him feeling as warm and tender as that glorious hug when she came in at the front door. He wouldn’t give it up, her giving him one for the world.

Chris reached up to his shirt, considering he’d been at the doctors this morning, and needed to access his shoulder, and didn’t want to just keep taking his shirt off and off.. He had a button up on already. So he undid the first couple of buttons from the collar and pulled it to the side. He widened the collar all the way over his shoulder, wiggling it down, now his whole shoulder blade was exposed, his soulmate tattoo was the front of his shoulder. It wasn’t exactly Halloween inspired like so many of his other tattoos, but in a sense, he could use it for the theme. It was a spectral like figure he’d worked into the surrounding piece, and it was so detailed in the shading, not like some of those simple soulmate tattoos either, which he enjoyed. That had been something he had considered himself lucky about when he started tattooing himself, that he didn’t have a crappy soulmate tattoo to blend in.

However, it was always stark again his colour pallet though, black or white. Most of Chris’ tattoos could be colourful, except his soulmate tattoo, and that was why his he’d worn shirts and tank tops a lot.. And the paint had started with the band, the soulmate tattoos. It was a great way to deal with the insanity.

“Why isn’t it white?”

Talia’s soft tentative voice hesitantly asking him that caught him by surprise. What? Of course, it was white. The shock hitting him had him looking over to Rick, and he’d been looking to Talia, Chris looking between the two. What, what was it? What?!? Looking down, he couldn’t get the best look from above, it was, he couldn’t crane his neck to look right at his shoulder properly! Shit, his heart started racing as he called out to his best friend in a panic.

“Ricky!?”

He was moving from his chair closer and Chris was grabbing for his phone to try and use it as a mirror with his camera, shit, how could his soulmate tattoo be changing, again? Had anyone ever had their dead soulmates tattoo change? Was that even humanly possible? Chris’ heart was starting to race, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe as he struggled to get his phone open, and his camera up, flipping open the selfie side and bringing it up to see his shoulder. In his panic it felt like his fingers weren’t working on the screen, and he couldn’t even figure out how to use his fucking phone! There, there, he had it, searching the image he could see on the screen.. He… that… what…

“Oh my god.”

The colour was off. Talia was right.. It wasn’t white. It wasn’t white at all, it was getting darker, it was significantly darker. Grey, it was turning fucking grey, what did this fucking mean? Chris swallows heavily with how close Rick is looking at the darkening outline of the formerly pale white tattoo,

“Chris, it’s changing shape too.”

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Rats

Chris Motionless x F!Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: 18+ only. A bit of angst? Smut, and fluff. Mentions of face fucking, praise kink, male receiving oral, female receiving oral, p/v unprotected sex.

Inspired by these lyrics:

“If you speak you lose your turn

So shut your mouth before I fuck it”

Chris had returned home from tour this past week, and you’ve barely spent that much “alone time” with him. You tried to get his attention on multiple occasions, but all attempts have failed miserably.

As a last resort, you decide to give him the “silent treatment”, which you knew would piss him off. Your phone makes a noise, which is a text from him. What do you do? You ignore it.

He tried to text you a few more times, and later on when he came home, he slammed the door shut. Oh, you’ve pissed him off alright.

You were currently washing the dishes, and you heard footsteps. Until, you felt a presence right behind you. 

“Care to explain why you’ve been ignoring my text messages all day?” He asks.

You lie. “Oh, I lost my phone.” Bullshit.

“So if I call it, I won’t hear it right?” He asks.

“It’s on silent Chris, you’re not going to hear it.” You reply coldly.

“Maybe lose the attitude, or we’re gonna have an issue.” He replies.

You stop what you’re doing, and wipe your hands off with a towel before setting it down. 

“I’m not having one.” You say, turning around.

“Are you really going to do this?” He asks, glaring at you.

“Do what? I’m innocent, I did nothing.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Innocent my ass.” He says, before stepping closer to you.

“What are you doing?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

He places a hand around your throat, and squeezes lightly. 

“Well someone has been testing me today. Seems like you need to be put in your place.”

You smirk. “I’m not scared of you, mister.” 

As you say that, his eyes darken. 

“That’s it. Bedroom, now. I want you sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me.” He growls in your ear. 

“Go.” He says, smacking your ass, as you run to your shared bedroom. 

As you get in the room, you sit on the edge of the bed. A moment later, Chris walks in.

“Oh, now you listen to me.” He teases you.

You snort. “Technically, I didn’t have to listen to you.”

“Repeat that again. I dare you.” He says, smirking. Looking down at you.

“I. Didn’t. Have. To. Listen. To. You.” You sass back.

“Someone’s really acting up tonight, isn’t she? Well, you’ve lost your turn.” He growls.

“I’m not scared of yo-” You say before he grabs the material of your shirt, moving you so you sink to your knees on the floor, in front of the bed.

“Enough. Maybe I should put that mouth to better use. Hm?” He chuckles deeply.

You whimper as you look up at him, and he notices. 

“Oh? Okay then.” Smirking, he starts to undo his belt, then unzips his pants. 

Seeing that he was hard, you lick your lips.

“Open.” He demands.

“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” He praises you.

Soon, Chris grabs your hair, and starts to fuck your face.

You moan on his cock, and he throws his head back. “Fuck.”

His hand stays on your head, and soon he can feel himself getting close.

As he gets closer to his edge, his moans get louder. Soon enough, he releases down your throat.

You pull off of him, then you swallow it all. The next thing you know, he pulls you up only to push you on the bed.

He licks his lips, and he starts to take off your clothes.

“Chris-“ You start to speak.

“Shh. Let me.” He says before kissing your neck, then continuing what he was doing.

He leaves marks all over your body, especially on your neck, so people know who you belong to.

Slowly, he kisses down your body until he reaches your stomach.

“Please-“ You whine.

“Patience. Do I need to punish you more?” He suggests.

“No.” You reply.

“Good girl.” He says before continuing.

As he gets to your thighs, he smirks. Kissing your thighs, he reaches where you need him the most.

“All for me.” He says before putting his mouth on you.

As he does this you let out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck!”

He pauses for a second. “Make all the noises you want, let our neighbors know who you belong to.”

Your breath hitches as he continues licking you.

As he’s doing this, he’s grinding himself against the bed. Soon enough, you feel his hands move from your thighs, to your heat.

You feel yourself starting to get close, and Chris notices.

“I can feel you. Let go, love.” He says.

A few moments later, you let go, all over his face. Chris stands up, and licks his face.

Then, he crawls on top of you to kiss you, making you taste yourself.

“Chris-“ You start to speak.

“Shhh. All I want to hear from you are your pretty little sounds. Got it?” He reminds you.

“Yes.” You reply.

“Yes what?” He asks.

“Yes sir.” You say.

He smirks. “Good girl.”

After he takes the rest of his clothes off, he crawls back on top of you, then slams into you. As he does this, you let out a loud moan.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me.” He says in your ear.

He pins your arms above your head, and you whine.

“You want to touch me? Should’ve thought about that before acting up.” He says, kissing below your jaw, while slamming back into you.

It didn’t take long for you to become a babbling mess, and Chris was enjoying every second of it.

“I’m close, please let me-“ You beg before Chris interrupts.

He smirks, and snakes his hand down to your clit. “Cum for me, babydoll.”

You cum finally, and he follows shortly after.

He collapses on top of you, his head laying in between your chest. You run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you, and your face softens.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hey you.” You reply.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for earlier.” You say.

“Babe, you're fine. I promise.” He smiles.

“You sure?” You ask.

“Positive. You uh, wanna clean up?” He suggests.

You chuckle. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He crawls up to you and kisses you, then pulls out of you to help you up. After that, you both take a shower, getting into comfortable clothes after.

For the rest of the night, you cuddle in bed.