Band One-Shots (Open!)

You Know You Love It (Chris Motionless)

I ignored the voice nagging at me outside the bathroom door, working on finishing my makeup.

I'm a dancer for Motionless In White, despite the fact that the lead singer, Chris, and I have an unbelievable amount of hatred for each other.

Right now, Chris was bitching at me to hurry up so he could do his makeup, which meant I was taking longer than I needed to.

"Amreen, I will break this fucking door down if you don't get your ass out here." Chris shouted angrily. I threw the door open. "It's Amy." I hissed at him.

"Like I give a shit." he scoffed, making my blood boil. I prepared to slam the door in his face when he stuck his foot in front of it, eyeing me up and down.

"What the fuck do you want Christopher?" I snarled. That was when I remembered I wasn't dressed; I was just in a black thong with a red and black lacy bra.

"Aw shit." I grumbled, pushing him back to shut the door. He immediately slammed it back open, then threw me over his shoulder. "WHAT THE FUCK CERULLI!!!" I screamed, pounding on his back with my fists.

Chris carried me to the bunk area and threw me into his bunk roughly, making me hit my head against the wall.

"Fuck!" I yelled, rubbing my sore noggin, Chris nowhere to be found. I started to climb out, when Chris suddenly sprang out of the fucking woodwork and shoved me back down.

"What the fuck do you think you-" he cut me off by harshly pressing his lips to mine. I shoved him away from me. "What in the fu-" Chris kissed me once, grabbing my wrists so I couldn't push him away again.

I roughly kissed back for a moment before tugging sharply on his labret piercing with my teeth. A moment later, he lifted me up slightly to handcuff my wrists behind my back.

"I'm tired of your shit." he growled into my neck before sinking his teeth in, nearly drawing blood. "God!" I yelled, pulling against the cuffs and arching my back.

"Not even God can stop me," Chris smirked, "you're fucking mine." "Not a fucking chance." I seethed, glaring at him angrily.

Chris scoffed and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it out of the bunk onto the floor. Don't focus on his body, Amy, focus on the hate.

"You're fucking disgusting." I scowled at him, hoping to piss him off enough he would leave me alone. "Do I have to punish you?" Chris grinned at me wickedly, digging his nails into my hips.

"I dare you." I spat at him, feeling the heat between us growing. Chris got off me, climbing out of the bunk, then pulled me out with him. I landed facefirst, and struggled to get up as quick as possible.

I climbed to my knees as he dropped his jeans and boxers on the ground, then stepped out of them. Guess there's truth to that Sledgehammer Cerulli thing.

Chris grabbed my long hair in his hand and stuck his already hard member in my face. "Suck. Now." he growled at me.

I obediently took him into my mouth, sucking lightly. I started to bob my head up and down, taking more of him in each time till I was deep throating him.

"Ugh, fuck yes." he groaned, shoving himself further into my mouth. I decided to mess with him a bit by lightly dragging my teeth down his shaft, then swirling my tongue around his tip.

"I said SUCK, bitch." he growled, pushing my head down. I took him back into my mouth all the way, sucking hard till he came with a loud moan, dropping to his knees like me.

"Down." he ordered, pushing me onto my back. "I don't like orders from faggots." I smirked at him, trying to keep him angry, since this was definitely a fun experience that I didn't want to end just yet.

"What the fuck did you just call me?!" he growled, ripping off my thong, followed quickly by my bra. Guess I'll be needing new ones. "A faggot." I smiled at him devilishly as I answered him.

He was towering over me in an instant, then crashed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth hopefully, and he slipped his tongue inside, prompting a tongue war with me.

I gasped when I felt his member lightly brush against my entrance, fighting to control myself while praying he would just put it in me already.

"You know you love it." he whispered into my ear, then moved to attack my neck, covering it in hickeys. "Just fuck me!" I begged, squirming underneath him to look into his eyes.

He gave me a look that was lust, but more filled with...hunger, like a lion about to devour his prey. Chris grabbed my hips, aligning himself with them, then pushed into me.

"Fuck!" I screamed at the pain, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. "God you're tight." Chris laughed, thrusting into me. "V-virgin." I stuttered, trying to think straight. The pain was almost too much to bear.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice more pouting than full of concern. God damn it, I wanted this, I'm gonna see it through.

"No." I told him, and he grinned. "Good." he whispered against my lips before pressing them to mine. He thrusted back in lightly, and I found part of me wanting that pain again.

"You're a fucking bitch." I said quietly. He stopped mid-thrust. "Bitch, huh? Let me show you what a bitch I can be."

A flash of evil flickered in his eyes, and I wondered if I had made the wrong choice. I was about to take it back when he slammed into me, making me scream loudly. "Chris!!!"

"Moan for me." Chris growled, starting to pound into me at a rather fast pace, the bus shaking beneath us. "Uhhhh, fuck, Chris!!!" I moaned at a rather high volume.

"Tell me you hate me." Chris demanded, continuing to thrust into me. The pain was starting to subside, becoming solid pleasure.

I shook my head no as I closed my eyes against the feeling. He leaned down and bit my neck once more, making me scream again as he now drew blood.

"Say you hate me." Chris ordered once again before licking the blood off me and sucking on the wound. "I h-hate y-you." I moaned, completely intoxicated by what he was doing to me.

I felt a knot tightening in my stomach, and I fought against my restraints again, desperate to touch his flawless body. "I'm close." I groaned, starting to buck my hips to meet his thrusts.

"Cum for me Amy." Chris hissed in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe and trailing his tongue down the skin underneath it to the bite he left on me.

He started thrusting into me harder, if that were possible, and I released with a loud moan. "CHRIS!!!" He gave a few more sloppy thrusts before cumming into me for the second time.

He collapsed next to me on the floor, a hot and sweaty mess. I turned to curl into his side as he struggled to catch his breath.

He reached into his bunk and grabbed a key, then unlocked the cuffs and tossed them away from us before slipping his arm under my waist to pull me closer.

I wrapped an arm around his torso, resting my head on his chest as I slung one leg over both of his. Chris chuckled at me. "I still hate you, you know."

~Author's Note: If you enjoyed this, be sure to check out my Chris Motionless fic with the same title, based off of this One-Shot!~