Chris Motionless Imagines / One shots

His Little Switch

A/N: so i found this fic i wrote for an old fanbase and published on tumblr as a different username. i wanted to revamp it for chris and thanks to TheDevilWhore and the current idea we are working with together on something i'm totally excited for you to read WHEN ITS DONE, she hyped me up to do this whole thing and revamp it. so while i'm not sure this will be that good. i wanted to do it, make it more uh.. good. so here it is, definitely different my usual writing not too much but by far this is one i hope everyone enjoys a lot more than my usual.

Chris kicks the front door closed with his combat boot, his keys dropping to the table. He's so tired he can barely keep himself awake. Not till he is in the living room that is. The phone in his hand still on Instagram to see what comments is but long forgotten about.

His attention is now on her as he looks at her legs that going on for days. The tattoos that were of her favorite shows on display. His eyes trace every inch of her body, his mouth watering at the sight of her. When his eyes meet with hers, she smiles that damned smile that shows her plans are not for the faint of heart.

Chris doesn't know if he should be excited or scared. He just knows that sudden aching tired feeling has long disappeared.

The leather jacket is dropping to the floor as she watches Chris, his jaw drop and his tongue lick his lips. Just alone from the choice of sheer black lingerie, it's a nice touch and he doesn't even know what's hit him yet.

It's just the beginning.

She grabs her phone and hooking it up to the speaker that sat by the tv on the shelf. She smiles as she puts her finger to her lips telling him to not speak. The usual controlling man just nods as his eyes began to trace her body again.

"That's my daddy."

She whispers as she leads him to the chair that he has now noticed sitting in the middle of the living room. It directly in front of her pole that had been an expensive but well bought gift. It's been well worth used passed the price, but Chris could careless.

He doesn't buy gifts with ill intentions but to show his love and appreciation in other forms as well as physical and emotional.

She leans down to her boyfriend, her hands coming to rest behind his shoulders on the chair. Her breath hot on his cheeks as she leans into his ear, "I have a very good plan for the night."

She presses a kiss to his cheek before kneeling down and resting her hands at his legs as she trails down his body, "I need you to stay really still daddy, okay?"

He nods, no other choice but to listen.

She smiles, standing from her position. Her hips swinging and grinding letting the teasing phase slowly drive the lead singer crazy. Her hands trace her body, slowly to make sure his eyes follow her hands.

"I deserve your attention Chris, all of it."

She frowns.

Her long eyelashes batting as she kneels down, her legs opening to reveal the fact the panties she wore are see through.

His breath catching in his throat, "Quite frankly it's unfair that i don't get that even."

She kneels up, her hands going to the pole behind her as her heels click the floor. Her eyes going to him from across the room as she began to dance again slowly letting her ass drop to the floor and slipping off her high heels one by one.

"I may need you to get down on the floor."

She says sternly with a smirk.

"Do exactly as i say or it's gonna be a disappointment tonight for both of us."