Motionless in White Imagines & One Shots (Open)

Love Bites ***

Dedicated to Tiffanijolly eternallywarped

Warning: Pure, absolute, smut. Kinky as f*ck too.

Being a pop punk princess had its perks. And it's downfalls. But today was a perk. I had jokingly mentioned to my manager slash best friend Sasha that I wanted Motionless In White in my next music video, especially Chris. "'Masquerade' is about how people hide behind masks and that we all have things to hide." I had explained to her, she nodded along, "and I wanna hide my huge crush on Chris." I laughed, sipping my drink and giggling with her. Now here we are. Pinned to the wall, his long fingers fucked you senseless as he left love bites on your neck.

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"Guys! Its supposed to be sexy! Kinky even!" The director shouted, motioning everyone back into place. I huffed and climbed back on top of the table, minding my stilettos so I wouldn't break my neck. Suddenly the room got quite, everyone staring behind me. I turned to see Chris Motionless, Ricky Olson, and Vinny Mauro, dressed in suits and masks. "So glad for you to join us gentlemen. Welcome to the party." The director said, "Y/n, come down and say hello." Sasha called, stepping out from behind the trio. I glanced uneasily at the step stool, then to my shoes. "Let me help you." Chris said, appearing in front of me with his hand being offered. "Thanks." I said, taking it and hoping I wouldn't fall into him. Finally on the ground, I waved hello to everyone, which somehow made me wobbly. Chris reappeared at my side, and steadied me. "Sorry guys, I'm clumsy. But I'm y/n, thanks for joining us." I said, shaking their hands. Once the formalities were over the director gave them places. And stuck me with Chris.

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Chris sat in the chair, watching my every move as I danced around him, before crawling across his legs and laying myself across his lap, biting my nail and giving baby doll eyes to the camera. "Perfect!" The director called, "That's it for now guys, take a break!" I sighed and sat up. "Whats wrong? You almost seem disappointed." Chris asked, "Oh no, I'm okay. Just um... kinda embarrassed that I acted like a slut on camera with the band I've been a fan of since for-fucking-ever. But, ill be back." I said before going back to the dressing room and kicking out of my heels. "Fucking hell why does he have to be so sexy." I huffed as I laid on the sofa. I just want some relief... I trailed my hands across the skimpy outfit I wore, feeling my breasts. I growled in frustration, standing to go cool off when I saw him standing behind the sofa. I squeaked in surprise. "Need some help?" "Uh...mmm..." before I could respond he was standing in front of me, his hand wrapped around my throat as he shoved me against the closest wall. "Don't lie to me, I can feel the tension on your body. You aren't embarrassed about being a slut, your embarrassed the camera was on you." He growled, pressing his weight against me. His hand loosed slightly as he slammed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, trailing my fingers across his chest and nipping at his lip. He growled, pulling away enough just to turn me, pinning my front against the wall. Both of my wrists pinned above me by one hand, his other harshly spanked me. "Please Daddy, I'll be good." I moaned suddenly, pushing my ass into his hand. He chuckled darkly, slapping my ass once more. "Will you be a good girl for Daddy?" "Yes Daddy!" I cried, "Turn around, put you hands up." I did as he ordered, wiggling when I felt his hand pin my arms back in place. "Be a good girl and be rewarded. Knock on the wall twice and I'll stop everything." I nodded, feeling him hike my leg over his so I was open to him and watched as he trailed his hand over me, starting at my throat. My skin felt like it was on fire, and his hand was the ice. "This needs to go." He sighed, before ripping the skimpy dress off my body. He toyed with my nipples, pinching them slightly. He chuckled as I wiggled around, trying to rub my thighs together to feel relieved. "Such a sensitive little girl." He growled, pressing his lips against my neck and trailing his hand down my body. My eyes rolled back as his fingers rubbed my clit, I was so close... and suddenly he pulled his hands away. I almost cried from the sudden loss. He chuckled, and held his fingers to my lips. "Suck." I wrapped my lips around his fingers, cleaning them off. He pulled his hand away, suddenly pushing his fingers inside me. I moaned at the feeling and started pushing into his hand. "Such an eager slut, dancing my my fingers." "Please Daddy, you feel sooooo good." I moaned, "I guess you deserve an orgasm..." He growled, nipping at my neck before fucking me senseless. I came within a few seconds, a second orgasm quickly rising up behind it. Chris suddenly dropped my hands and knelt in front of me, pulling my leg over his shoulder and gripping my hips tightly. "One orgasm little one. This time you don't cum until I say so." Was the only warning I got before he trailed bites up my thigh. I groaned and tangled my fingers in his inky hair as he forced me to dance on his tongue. "D-Da-dy... p-please..." I begged, struggling to stay upright. He pulled away and kissed over my pussy. I whined in frustration as he chuckled. "Something wrong slut?" "Please Daddy, please let me cum. I promise I'll be good." I cried, trying to wiggle around. Suddenly he bit my inner thigh, leaving a deep mark. I tried not to scream as the tears fell down my cheek. "Now you can cum." He said before attaching his lips to my clit and pushing his fingers deep inside of me. Pain quickly turned into pleasure as I came. He didn't stop, forcing me to cum again and again. I couldn't stay up right anymore, quickly becoming overly sensitive, knocking on the wall twice before starting to collapse. He pulled away from me and pulled me into his chest. I was shaking and crying, holding onto him tightly. He shifted, sitting criss cross and pulling me into his lap. He held me tightly and stroked my back, occasionally kissing my forehead and hair. "Shhhh, Princess. You're okay. Daddy has you. You're safe. Come back to me. You did so well."

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I woke up on top of Chris, my face pressed into his chest as his fingers danced across my back. "Welcome back." He said, moving to play with my hair. I sat up, moving to hold his hand. "Chris, I'm sorry about earlier I just. I missed having a Daddy and you are just... so fucking hot and-" He pulled you down and kissed you softly, "You have nothing to be sorry about Princess. I love being called Daddy. And I had asked Sasha if you were single and she told me everything." I huffed and glared at the door "Traitor." He laughed and kissed me again. "Y/n?" "Hmm?" "Will you be my little one?"