Motionless in White One Shots

Fight and Make Up - Chris Smut

"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.