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Busted - Chris Motionless Smut

A light cry escapes your lips when there is a knock on your hotel door, ripping you away from the orgasm that you were just falling over the edge of. You were so close and now you are having to wrench the toy out of yourself with a sigh.

“Give me just a minute, I am just getting out of the shower,” you call. Trying to buy yourself a few moments to collect yourself before you have to answer. You finally have time off and one of the bastards has to interrupt your alone time.. The alone time that you desperately need. Luckily right before you started you had showered so your hair is still pretty wet, making your lie somewhat believable. You slip a shirt on and quickly throw on a pair of shorts before you rush to answer the door, being greeted by Chris standing in front of you.

“Oh, hey. What is up Chris?” you ask, trying not to look annoyed, or to let it show that you were just getting yourself off to the thought of being underneath him, lightly moaning his name as you fucked yourself with a toy in your hotel room.

It’s not your fault that he is so fucking attractive, that he likes to keep fucking around with the microphone stand on stage… that his makeup lately has gotten more and more attractive in your opinion. And that fucking purple hair, you don’t know why it is so fucking hot to you, but it is.

“The guys all went off somewhere, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something. If not it is no big deal, just figured we both were staying behind so,” he says, giving you a smile.

“Uh yeah sure, we can find a movie and watch it,” you say, opening the door up more to try and let him in.

He walks in and takes a seat in one of the chairs in your room, watching you walk in before glancing away from you… suddenly turning bright red and glancing away from where he was looking, making you wonder what the hell just happened. You quickly look towards your bed where his eyes were and instantly turn red, covering your face with your hands as you realize what he just saw.

“Oh my fucking god, Chris, I-sorry. I thought I put it away, fuck. This is so embarrassing, I am so sorry, shit,” you start rambling, rushing to put the dildo that you had left out on your hotel bed away in your suitcase. Embarrassed to the point of almost tears, wishing the ground would eat you alive right now. You swear you put it away, how the hell did you forget to do so when you were in your suitcase before answering the door.

“Did I interrupt something? I can leave if you need me to,” he says, glancing over at you. Feeling almost as uncomfortable as you are right now, both of you struggling to figure out what to say or do next.

“Uh no, that’s fine. We can skip to the movie and pretend that this never happened,” you answer, refusing to look at him. “I don’t want us to be awkward, fuck I’m so embarassed right now.” You mumble, glancing down at your feet before taking a seat on the bed and grabbing the tv remote.

“Why, we all do it. It’s just easier for us guys…. So did it do the job or do you want some help?” He asks, glancing over to you out of the corner of his eye. Hoping that you might take him up on this offer, allow him to help you get the relief you clearly needed… and get himself some much needed relief as well. Especially now when he saw that, and the thought of you fucking yourself with the toy has him slightly worked up, has him half hard if he is being honest, but he won’t say that outloud. Fuck, he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find you attractive, he wouldn’t be against doing things with you if you let him.

He notices how stiff you go when you hear his words, that you tense on the spot and look like you have no clue what to think, how to respond. Your eyes get large as you process what was just said, the shock visible on your face.

“I-I’m sorry, what?” You ask, there is no way that you just heard his question right, that he just offered to help you get off.

“I asked if you wanted some help. Sometimes it is better to let someone else get you off than yourself, and we could help each other relieve some stress and relax? I help you, you help me and then we act like it didn’t happen…. Shit I shouldn’t have asked, pretend that I didn’t. This is a bad idea,” he says with a groan, his hand now running through his hair in frustration and embarrassment.

You know this is stupid, that there is no way that you should say yes to this, let him touch you like this when you already have a crush on him. But part of you wants to say yes, recognizes that this could make things messy, but when would you have this chance again?

“I, I mean okay. If you wanted to, just two friends helping each other out right? It doesn’t have to be anything weird. So I mean, if you want to we can,” you respond. This time you are watching him, waiting to see how he responds. Praying that he takes the initiative and does something, anything because you know that you could never make the first move yourself. You can see the wheels turning in his head and can't figure out what he is thinking, it is making you anxious.

“Yes, two friends helping each other,” he says softer this time. You can see the bulge forming in his pants and debate going over to him to help try and relieve it, but you just can’t bring yourself to make that first move.

A few moments later, after both of you sit there awkwardly and don’t acknowledge each other he mumbles a fuck it and makes his way over to you. You glance up at him from where you are sitting, him towering over you as he stands in front of you. A couple seconds of him just standing there and he moves to sit right next to you. Instantly grabbing the back of your head and crashing your lips to his, no hesitation, no holding back. You give in almost immediately, letting him take what he wants from you when his tongue meets yours, clashing and harsh as the two of you search for the pleasure the other could bring.

His hands quickly settle on your waist, one slipping up underneath your shirt before he gets annoyed and just lifts it off of you, groaning when he realizes you have no bra on.

“Can I ask you something, were you doing this when I knocked on your door? Is that why you didn’t answer the door right away?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as one of his hands starts to toy with one of your nipples, bringing it to a stiff peak and making you shudder from how sensitive you currently are. When you don’t answer he pinches it rather harshly. “I asked you a question.”

You whine, enjoying the sting but not wanting to admit it to him. “I, yes. I was so close when you interrupted me,” you admit, throwing your head back when he lightens his touch, moving his fingers to your other one, leaving teasing touches around it. You squirming in your place, feeling so sensitive that you could almost finish just from him playing with your tits, why does that feel so good when he does that?

“What were you thinking about while you were fucking yourself? Were you thinking about someone?” He asks you, his lips now nipping at your ear while he speaks.

You let out a shuddered breath, not wanting to admit to him that it was him that you were thinking about but scared if you don’t answer him that he will stop what he is doing and that idea scares you even more at this point.

“I-fuck-I was thinking about you, pretending that it was you who was fucking me, not the toy,” you admit, regretting your words the second that they left your mouth.

His hands still for a moment, one of them moving to push you down onto your back while he settles himself over the top of you, watching you with half lidded eyes. Just hearing you say those words could have just made him cum in his pants, hearing that you were thinking of him touching you, fucking you. That you want this too, fuck, you are going to be the death of him.

He slips his own shirt off before his face is in your neck, leaving kisses along your throat while one of his hands snakes down your torso, settling on your shorts. He dips his hands below the waistband right as he starts sucking a mark into your skin.

The groan that he lets out when he feels you, feels how wet you are is the most sinful thing you have heard in your life, the most erotic and you pray you never forget how it sounds. He peels his lips away from your throat, bringing his fingers away from your folds to look at it, noticing the sheen of your arousal on them.

“Fuck, you’re so, thinking of me touching you got you this wet. Fuck,” he says, glancing at your face before his gaze returns to his fingers, slipping them into his mouth so that he can taste you. Making sure that you are watching him do so, that you can see just how much he is craving you like you are him.

“Can I, I want to use the toy on you. Make you come with it before I fuck you and prove to you that the real thing is better, can I do that, please?” He asks you, making sure that your eyes meet his, that you can see how much he desires you right now.

When you nod your head he slowly lifts himself away from you, stepping towards your suitcase to pull the toy back out before settling by your feet. Silently urging you to spread your legs and let him see how wet your cunt is before he slowly slides the dildo inside of you, being met with absolutely no resistance.

You throw your head back against the mattress when he begins to slowly, teasingly, slide the toy in and out of you, making you ache for more. Your hips are bucking to try and get more from the toy when he doesn’t give it to you.

“You like that, it’s not enough though is it? Beg for it, beg me to fuck you with it,” he demands, watching you closely when you let a little whine out. He wants to see you give in, let him take charge and take care of you. Wants to hear how much you want it.

“I, please Chris, I, I need more. Please will you?” You ramble, struggling to form a coherent thought as he continues to barely rock the toy inside of you, tormenting you with how slow he is being.

“Please what?” He asks, eyes meeting yours as you let out another whine.

“Please, fuck me with it Chris,” you mumble, covering your face with your hands because you feel shy asking, no begging him for what you need right now.

The second the words are out of your mouth he thrusts the toy inside of you roughly, starting a pace that makes your toes curl almost instantly. It feels so much better with him doing it to you, he is able to get it deeper and harder than you can yourself. You throw your head back and close your eyes, feeling yourself get closer to the edge, but not quite there.

One of your hands subconsciously settles on your breast, pinching and kneading your nipple yourself without realizing what you are doing. Seeking out more pleasure than you are already receiving, craving touch there.

“Oh shit, that is hot. Yes, play with your tits for me,” Chris groans, watching you do so for a few moments, overtaken by the thoughts that the sight of you is bringing him right now.

You listen and continue, letting out a gasp when you feel his thumb from his free hand begin to circle your clit, unable to ignore just how close you are now. Everything is getting to be too much, you just want to cum.

“Fuck, please, I’m close,” you whine, shifting your hips while seeking out the release that you need.

“Okay, let go. Cum for me,” he groans, watching you closely as you do. Your chest heaving, your legs clenching, you panting as you breathe through it, letting out sounds that will haunt his wet dreams for months while continuing to fuck you through it until you start to come down from the high.

When you come down and nudge him away he leans back over you, giving you a kiss while he chuckles, watching you open your eyes. “Welcome back, now, should I show you how much better my cock is than this toy? Ruin it for you so that you will always think of me when you get yourself off from now on?”

You can’t find the words to speak so you just nod, giving him your permission to keep going.

“On your hands and knees for me,” he says, moving to slip his jeans and underwear off while you do as he asks. Him admiring your ass while you get into the position he asks you to, no hesitation on your part. Makes him want you that much more seeing how submissive you are for him, maybe you two need to do this more than just this time.

Clearing those thoughts from his head he kneels on the bed behind you, one hand settling on your ass as he gives it a light slap before it moves, settling on your hip as he helps position himself, barely nudging the tip in before stopping. You instantly whine, growing desperate you rock your hips back into his, forcing him to enter you further as you take him inside of you completely.

“Needy little thing aren’t you, I don’t even have to do any work,” he breathes out, watching you begin to work yourself on his cock. He lets you do so a few more times before his grip on your hips tighten and he thrusts harshly inside of you, taking the charge from you while setting a relentless pace, taking you hard and rough in ways that you have never experienced before.

Your mind shuts off while you focus on how great he is making you feel, on how hard and deep his thrusts are inside of you, touching you in ways you have never been touched before. You never would have thought that you would enjoy being taken so roughly, enjoy letting a man use your body for what he wants.

His fingers find themselves around your throat, applying light pressure around it. Another first that you are enjoying way too much, he isn’t even cutting off your breathing but just knowing he can has you growing even wetter, if that's possible, around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m getting close y/n. Touch your clit, make yourself cum around me,” he says, moving his hand to grab yours, making it settle between the apex of your thighs. Encouraging you to do as he asked, which you do without a passing thought. Feeling yourself grow close, starting to clench around him as you come closer and closer to the edge.

His hand finds its way around your throat again, this time applying more pressure and that does it for you. The stimulation of him fucking you, rubbing your clit and now that is too much, making you cum abruptly, with no warning around him. You tighten and clench around him, milking his cock as you finish with a loud moan, unable to help yourself as you are hit with the strongest orgasm you have felt in your life.

A few moments later you feel him pull out of you, hear him panting as he jerks himself, finishing on your back with another groan before letting himself fall next to you on the bed. Both of your chests heaving as you catch your breath from what just happened, as your minds begin to realize what the two of you just did together and it all hits you.

A few moments later Chris speaks up, “I’m going to get something to clean you, I’ll be right back.”

He returns with a towel and helps wipe the mess off your back for you, not wanting you to try and miss some or to stretch too much, because after how rough he was with you he’d be shocked if you were not sore soon.

Both of you lay there, quiet for a moment while you try to come up with what to say, with what you think and want. Finally he breaks the silence.

“So, I know this is out of order but am I allowed to take you on a date the next time we have a day off?” He asks, glancing at you with a shy smile that makes you giggle.

“Of course you can… but don’t think that you are going to get any again any time soon, I think I may be slightly out of commission for awhile,” you joke, moving to give him a soft kiss. “I’m kind of glad that you caught me, would have made sure you did sooner if I knew it would lead to this.”

“I’m glad I caught you too,” he says with a laugh.

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Christmas Miracle - Chris Motionless Fluff

AN: Here is the Chris and reader finally admitting they want to be together request! I chose to go with a lifelong friendship trope.... and also Christmas because I am a sucker for a sappy Christmas story! Also this gif of him standing in snow just seemed to somewhat fit despite the fact I never mention snow so here you are! Enjoy!

“Mom said Mrs. Cerulli mentioned Chris will be home this year for our joint Christmas,” you sister tells you in a text message.

You know exactly why she is telling you, both your mother and Mrs. Cerulli has been saying for years that you and Chris would wind up together. They have convinced most of either family of the same thing and year after year you disappoint them when the two of you still aren’t in a relationship. Yeah, the two of you talk almost daily. And yeah, you have been best friends ever since you were children but that is mostly because your mothers are both so close.

It’s also not like you have never thought about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him, you have many times. You have wanted to have one with him since you were about 16 and now you both are definitely beyond the teenage years of your life but it has never worked out. He has helped you through so many heartbreaks and you are the same with him, the two of you leaning on each other every time a breakup has wrecked the other. Him wiping away your tears when your fiance told you that he was cheating on you, making sure that you weren’t alone the entire time you wallowed in self pity and shoved everyone away from you. You helped him when he shut down after both of his bad breakups with Sabrina and Gaia, but that is just the thing. You two are always a constant in each other's lives but neither one of you have ever made a move to change that between the two of you.

You don’t respond to your sister, you know that it will just egg her on and you aren’t in the mood for that at the moment. You will deal with it tomorrow when you see her and now it sounds like Chris at the family Christmas thing.

Chris gets a message from his mom saying much the same thing as what you got, letting him know that you will be there tomorrow and that maybe the two of you should make time to talk. Which he knows is her way of saying that you two talk about your friendship and he doesn’t bother entertaining it.

He is nothing like any of the men you have dated, he knows for a fact he is not your type. And if it was meant to happen then he is pretty sure that it would have by now. That in all your years of being friends, something would have changed if it was meant to. His favorite memories are of the nights in highschool where the two of you would hang out after band practice, so secure in your relationship that sharing a bed together and being physically close to each other was normal. Ryan still refuses to believe that the two of you have never had a thing together because as long as he has known Chris you have always been there, the two of you a package deal.

Chris does wonder what would have happened had things been different, if he was around more and felt like he could tell you how he feels, that he wants a relationship with you and thinks that maybe your mothers are correct, that you are meant to be together. That is the main reason why he has never asked you, you deserve more than he can give you. You deserve a man who can be at home with you when you get home from work, that can be there when you have a bad day, that can give you the family and life you deserve. He knows that is not him, that he can’t give you that stability which is why he has never mentioned it to you.

He responds back to his mother, letting her know that he is aware you will be there and that he looks forward to catching up with you and your family tomorrow. Not really giving anything away in hopes that she will drop the conversation, but knowing that she won’t.

“Mom, yes I am excited to be seeing Chris. I feel like it is obvious that I would want to see my best friend. But that doesn’t mean that I am excited for other reasons. We aren’t a thing, I think that it is clear after all your years of you and Momma C pushing it that it will never happen, so please just drop it,” you say with a groan, helping your mother in the kitchen as she works on getting dinner ready.

“They say mother knows best, and both of us think that you two are meant to be together. I wish the two of you would just admit it already. I have been able to tell ever since you were a teenager that you have had a crush on him, and I know you still do. You should just tell him, his mother is convinced that he has a thing for you too you know,” you mother says, turning to look at you.

“Mom, seriously, just drop it,” you sigh.

“I just want you to be happy honey, and I know that is what you want. I’ll drop it for today,” she says, disappointed that you shut her down.

“I-I’m sorry mom, but I just can’t tell him that. You’ve seen the girls he has been with, none of them are anything like me. There is no way he would want to be with a girl like me, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you say softly, avoiding looking at your mother after admitting to her for the first time that you really do have some feelings for him.

She gasps and you hear her drop the wooden spoon into the floor that was in her hand at your confession, not expecting you to say what you just said out loud. She always knew that you felt that way for him but for you to finally admit it to her… it meant a lot more to her than you realize.

“I knew it, honey you need to just tell him. Even if he doesn’t feel the same you should be honest, the truth always gets out eventually.” She says, knowing you aren’t paying attention to her but that you are at least listening.

“Yeah good luck, I’ve been telling her that for years,” your sister says, stepping into the room rolling her eyes. “You know how stubborn y/n is.”

“Just like your father,” your mother jokes, going back to stirring the mashed potatoes that she is currently working on.

Luckily for you, or maybe unluckily the doorbell rings and you know that the Cerulli family must be here. It’s a good thing because the conversation is over and you don’t have to listen to it… but it’s a bad thing because that means that they are here, that Chris is here. And his new purple hair that you have seen in photos and videos is the death of you, of course the bastard had to go and do something to make himself more attractive.

Your dad must have answered the door because Mrs. Cerulli and Jennifer are walking into the kitchen now, both giving you and your sister a hug as they step inside. Your mother breaking out a bottle of wine and pouring you girls all a glass.

“The boys must be in the living room?” your mother asks Mrs. C after handing her a glass of wine.

“Yeah, you know how they all are. Always avoiding the kitchen while we cook, like usual. You know, this is going to be nice. It is the first year in what, five, that we all have gotten to be together,” she says, moving to give you another hug. “You know, you should go say hi to Chris. I know he has been missing you.”

Almost as if on cue Chris steps foot into the kitchen as well, greeting your mom and sister before stopping in front of you with a smile. Both of you immediately pull the other into a hug like old times, the two of you always have been close like this, so why does something feel different this time?

“It’s good seeing you in person y/n, it has been too long.” He says, his grip around you tight as he holds you to him.

“It really has, I’ve missed you. Slow down a little bit, now that your band is really getting big I never get to see you,” you joke. “I’m happy for you,” you add.

When the two of you pull away you notice that everyone is staring at the two of you, like the two of you just committed some sin by only hugging each other. You flush and look away, excusing yourself to the bathroom before something happens that you don’t want to happen. Especially now that both of your mothers are drinking wine, that never ends well.

You let out a sigh after leaving the bathroom before you go back to join your family, now that the food is done all of you sit around the table. Catching up on what has been going on with everyone, remembering old memories from your childhood.

“I miss when all of you were little, when you would be off playing in the other room at Christmas like this while we all caught up. It was always adorable how close all of you used to be as children,” Momma C says, looking at you fondly.

“And now our children are starting their own families, it’s almost kind of funny that both our oldests are the only ones who aren’t,” your mother adds. You almost choke on your sip of wine, knowing what she was hinting at when she winks at you.

“I do miss those days, I will admit it, Chris says, smiling over at you before looking at your mother. “Things were so much easier as children, there was no overthinking about what you were doing. The worst fight was when y/n would steal the crayon I needed,” he jokes.

“Hey, screw you. I needed the orange crayon much more than you did,” you argue with him, nudging him with your elbow as you both start to laugh at the memory of the time you had him tackled to the floor over a crayon. You were a feisty child, always leaving both your mothers on their toes.

You all continue to eat your dinner laughing about memories from your shared childhoods with your siblings and Chris’. Truthfully you did miss having your big family together, because if we are being honest they were all your family. Everyone eventually finishes up and winds up in the living room, watching some random Christmas movie that was on the tv.

You excuse yourself for a moment, wanting to take a walk down memory lane so you decide to step into your childhood bedroom. You know your mother has left both of your bedrooms the way that they were when you and your sister moved out, she has told you that it brings back memories to have all the decorations up that you two had.

Stepping inside you notice firstly a photo on your bedside table of you and Chris at your senior prom, he had graduated a year before you but when he heard that your date stood you up he showed up to take you saying he couldn’t let his best friend miss her prom. You smile at the memory, both of you young and naive.

You also see a photo on the wall of you with the band when Chris had his first ever Motionless gig, none of the members that were in it at that point are with him now. You can see the pride on his face as he stands next to you, his arm around your shoulders. You were proud of him that day too, the first step in making his dreams a reality for himself.

There were all kinds of photos through the years of the two of you on your wall, reminding you of your childhood and friendship with the lanky, dorky child who is now one of the best men you have had the blessing of knowing in your life.

As you look over the photos you can see when things started to change. You were about 15 when your feelings for him had changed, and it's visible in the photos. Instead of smiling at the camera, you are looking up at him more and more in the photos. But for the first time you noticed that the ones where you aren’t looking at him with admiration in your eyes that he is looking at you with a smile on his face. It is clear that until you were 18 that the two of you were extremely close, that around that time is when the two started to drift apart a little bit. Not standing as close to each other, your friends now standing between the two of you.

You are so distracted looking over your photos and memories, lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear anyone walk in the room behind you, jumping when you hear someone speak behind you.

“Those were the days huh, back when we had no real worries. When we had all the time in the world to spend together,” Chris says softly, stepping up behind you so that he can look at the photographs with you.

“Yeah, I miss those days. I miss you,” you admit softly, still looking at all the memories that are laid out on the wall in front of you with a smile.

“You’re mom was just saying that you got a job and are moving back to town soon, so hopefully we will get to see each other more,” he says softly, stepping closer to you. “I would like to see you more.”

Both of you stand there quietly for a minute, not sure what you should say at the moment. Something in the air feels different and you can’t decide what it is. Neither one of you look at eachother but rather look over the photos, Chris’ eyes stopping on one of the two of you curled up asleep with each other.

“Do you remember that night? You showed up at my house so distraught that your boyfriend suddenly broke up with you, we spent the night watching awful chick flicks and you crying into ice cream, me wondering why I chose to have a girl as a best friend,” he says chuckling. “Did I ever tell you that it was my fault he left you? I had a tendency to scare off all the guys who were interested in you back then.”

“Why?” you ask, turning towards him curiously. You never knew that he told any of them to stay away from you.

“I felt like none of them were good enough for you back then, I felt like I had to protect you from idiots who only asked you out because they wanted in your pants. You know, I still feel like I need to protect you… I didn’t know why I felt that way back then, being a dumb kid and all but I have an idea why now,” he says softly, taking a seat on the edge of your childhood bed.

You sit next to him, watching him as he clearly thinks about something. Admiring the man that he has become, everything feels just like it did when you were children, when you were awkward teenages. Something about Chris has always brought you comfort, whether it be back when you were toddlers together, and even now.

“Chris, why?” You ask, almost in a whisper. You think you know what he is about to say but you also aren’t sure if you are ready to finally hear it after all these years.

“I have always loved you, but at that point when we were teenagers I think is when the way I loved you changed. I didn’t want to tell you it evolved into a romantic way and not as friends anymore but it did… I think that's why none of my relationships have ever worked out, because I haven’t truly loved them because they aren’t you.” He turns to look at you, hoping that his confession hasn’t scared you away, made you hate him because he ruined your friendship and what you have.

“Chris, I, I have felt the same way for a long time, I just never said it because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and make you hate me. I have been in love with you for yea,” your words are cut off by something you never expected to happen.

Your eyes wide in shock as you start to process that Chris, your best friend, is currently kissing you. When you finally relax and realize that it is real you move to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you as your eyes closed. The two of you are savoring the moment that is finally happening, that you have been waiting for all this time to happen. Pouring all your emotions into the kiss that is happening.

Before you can pull away you hear your mom squeal in the background, you both have been caught. So much for having your own little moment to enjoy what is happening between the two of you.

“It’s a miracle!” you mom exclaims before taking off running, you are assuming to tell everyone else what she just walked in on.

“Why does it not shock me that one of our mothers just walked in on our first kiss, we’re in our thirties and they still give us no privacy,” Chris jokes as he pulls away from you, his fingers threading with yours.

“Fucking right, well… based on the cheering in the other room everyone now knows, so we should probably go out there and face them,” you respond, blushing as you glance away from him, now nervous about what this means for you.

“And what do I get to tell them? That we’re together now, that you slapped me for ruining our friendship?” He jokes with you, clearly knowing the answer.

“Do I need to answer that, I’m pretty sure both of us saying we love each other clearly indicates that we are together now,” you say, playfully shoving him with a smile on your face.

“Jesus, you’re finally my girlfriend and you’re still a sarcastic bitch,” he jokes, both of you standing up to walk back out and join your families in the living room.

“And yet somehow you love me,” you tease, giving him one last kiss before stepping out into the hallway.

“You’re right, I do.”

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