Chris Motionless Imagines / One shots

Clone A .. II

A/N: Was reading comments from the first part & well, thanks to @Lamotrigenetic i wanted to do a second part. Not sure it will be as good as i'm not good with two parters, but here we go.

Chris can't contain his excitement as he bursts through the front door, a package in his hand. He is practically running to where you are on the couch, typing away. No doubt working on some major project the boss of yours had given you last minute. Chris wouldn't be surprised if it was too spite him just because he couldn't stand him.

Not that it mattered anyway.

He is at the table in minutes, putting the package down and doing a little dance in excitement. The action bringing a smile to your face as you look over the computer screen at the man. He is patiently waiting as he sits down and getting the hint after a few seconds, your moving the computer to give him the attention he wants.

"I got a gift."

He says tilting to the side, reaching into his back pocket and grabbing the pocket knife to open the box.

You raise an eyebrow as he cuts the tape away, his legs excitedly jumping with each cut he makes to open the package. It reminds you of a kid on Christmas day.

You can see the box come into the view, a bit of pink on the box. It's got you curious as you wait before he is grabbing the item and placing it in his lap. Not letting you see it but leaving you in suspense of it.

He is tossing the box away and then covering the item in his lap. A sinister smile spreading across his face, "You wanna know what i got for us?"

You chuckle nervously, "A sex swing?"

Chris frowns, he forgot about that.

"No, it's not that."

Although, he does need to order that for extra activity to add on. It's not like he isn't making enough to make the room have extra add ons. He does also want a sex swing. 

For next time though.

You raise an eyebrow, "Spreader bar? Oh! Is it?"

He breaks the excitement from you, placing the box on the table.

"Clone a pussy!"

He chuckles.

The box is all white, but with a few pink flowers on it. It's what you noticed earlier. He reads the instructions on the box, "I can have my own toy of you!"

His eyes finding yours, "So phone sex is almost the same! It's like i never left."

He can't help but feel excited.

It's been a good few months of him doing that whole thing, he felt it was only fair. He does miss feeling you wrapped around him and while he knows it's not the same. It'll help to have some mold made of your velvet warmth.

It really is fair.

He does miss it when he is gone and his hand is getting old.

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"Chris, it's getting everywhere!"

You fuss at the man.

At this rate the towels that are underneath you won't be a help at all. Plus it's cold, which was not what it was supposed to be. You did research beforehand and even shaved for this. Smooth as a baby's bottom, this mold is really cold.

"Hold still!"

He hisses, "It won't look right if you don't hold still."

He hums with content when it's carefully done and placed, even going as far to add extra just to be safe. Over all, pleased with the way its coating your skin. He sets the timer on his phone and is setting back where it was resting on the countertop.

"How long do i have to wait here?"

He smiles, "Oh about five minutes."

He can feel the irritated look wanting to spread wide on your face, but he is at your side. His hand rubbing at your cheek, "You really are the best girlfriend i have ever had."

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, your eyes closing at the action.

"I'm so lucky."

He whispers.

You wanna roll your eyes, "I'm the only one who would willingly to do this is the reason i'm the best girlfriend yet."

Even if he wants to protest it, he knows you're right. No other girlfriend he ever had been with, they couldn't stand the literal thought of even this. They wouldn't be as open to it despite the fact they had toys in the bedroom.

None could really do what you do which is why you suspect Chris keeps you around, that and he loves you to pieces. It's not hard to see it despite the overwhelming thoughts that nag at your brain and makes you believe sometimes he doesn't. Well, anxiety. That's what it is.

His hand curls under your chin, tilting your face to his so he can look into the eyes of yours he always gets lost in.

"I love you so much."

His lips pressing to yours, a make out session beginning. His grip getting tighter around your throat it makes you gasp. Your eyes rolling a little at the grip the man has.

"Daddy's choker."

You whisper, feeling his cock stand at attention against your arm from where he is leaned over you.

The timer stops everything.

"Time to remove the cast Daddy."

He rolls his eyes, but moves between your legs and removes the cast from your skin. Fixing the device with the kit together, another twenty four hours before it's ready to go before he has to leave again for yet another tour.

You hop up from where you were, moving to the room Chris following after.

"Oh no, i'm getting shower."

He follows you to the bathroom, "But Daddy needs attention."

"Use the pocket pussy."

He frowns, "But it said twenty four hours. It's not ready."

You shrug, "Oh well."

Shutting the door in his face.

His frown getting bigger before he looks at his hand, "Well my man, it's a date night for us again."