Dark Alleys Meet Dark Hearts (Chris Motionless x Reader)
*Content warnings for consensual non-con and name-calling. Definitely NSFW*
The clock on the wall had been stopped for days, but right now you were suddenly more interested in that issue than you'd been before you had sat down. You stared at the motionless clock, pointedly avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend, Chris, as he sat across your kitchen table from you. You pretended not to notice his eyes boring holes in the side of your head, or the heavy silence that clung to the air like cobwebs.
God, this was mortifying. You regretted starting this conversation at all. A blush crept it's way across your cheeks; the silence had hung between you two for so long, it might as well pay rent. You were too embarrassed to look at him, and the rolling in your stomach confirmed that.
“Hey”. The low rumble of Chris’ voice made you jump, and finally you dragged your eyes back to his; your blush got worse. You squirmed in your seat.
“You know I'm okay with that, right? I don't think it's all that different, really.” Chris arched an eyebrow at you as a slow grin crept across his face. “Hell, give me some time and catch me on the right day and maybe we could try it out.” He folded his hands and placed them under his chin, leaning toward you across the table.
Your eyes widened. “Really? You're sure you're okay with that?” You almost couldn't believe it, no one else had ever taken this information so well!
Chris distractedly ran his tongue over his piercings, chewing on his lip as he seemed to become lost in thought. “Yeah, yeah it's totally okay with me.” He abruptly stood up, rounding the table, pulling you out of your seat into a crushing hug. An easy smile spread across his face as you hid your now crimson face into his shoulder, and you felt one of his hands move to your chin, tilting your head back to look at him.
“Hey, relax. I'm glad you told me. If you really want to give it a try, we can. Just give me a few days to plan, okay? We can talk about the specific details later.” He bent down and kissed your forehead, and ran one of his hands through your hair, tugging playfully. Your shoulders slumped with relief and the tension was broken.
You giggled nervously and lightly pushed him away. “Thanks for not thinking I'm some type of psychopath or something”.
He laughed, as he moved from the embrace back toward your living room. He looked over his shoulder at you, still firmly rooted in place where he left you, a broad smile still plastered on your face; you were quite frankly stunned, you had been prepared for the worst outcome and instead got the best one! You felt excitement begin to bubble up inside you. Chris called over his shoulder to you, a now devious smile on his face.
“You're lucky I'm into it.”
Ever since you had talked a few days prior about a fantasy you had, things had been notably different. You’d had one more small conversation about it, just your specific wants and saying you'd be ready to try it whenever he was, but since then his interest seemed to plummet. Sure, Chris had still come over nearly every day, that hadn't changed, but the way he was acting made you nervous. You glanced over at him as you cuddled on your couch; he was way too engrossed in this movie, it wasn't even a movie he liked! You wiggled around until you were facing him, and slid into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. Chris arched an eyebrow and tilted his head back to look up at you.
He gestured past you to the TV. “Excuse me, I can't see.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you frowned, and you leaned down to kiss him.
Kissing Chris was always intense, with every kiss lighting a fire that ravaged your veins and called for pressing your back into the nearest wall, or his hand wrapped around your hair; every time he pushed back against you felt like an attempt to claim you, possess you, devour you.
Which is why this one felt so wrong. Your anxiety skyrocketed as you kissed him; his passion was drained, and the kiss felt lazy, even perfunctory. You kissed back harder in an attempt to make up for the lackluster passion; you were cut short as he pushed back gently against your shoulders, breaking the kiss.
“Alright, baby, that's enough.” His voice came across as distracted. You couldn't keep your worries in anymore.
“Look Chris, if this is about the other day, I'm sorry, we really don't have too---”
A sharp look from him cut you off as he glanced back at the TV.
“Shh. Watch the movie.” And that was the end of that. In spite of yourself, you pouted and looked back toward the movie. He refused to entertain any more discussions about it.
At the end of the night, Chris went home without so much as a goodnight kiss. The anxiety in your head was becoming insurmountable as you paced around your apartment feverishly, racking your brain trying to find a solution. Nothing came to mind, and eventually you had to concede defeat as you curled up into bed.
Two days had passed with barely any contact from Chris. He hadn't even come over, and he'd barely texted you. You'd resorted to eating an entire pint of ice cream single handedly and watching as many tear jerking “Rescued dog now lives a better life” videos on YouTube as you could stand. You had just gotten up to grab your second pint of salted caramel ice cream when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You nearly dropped your phone trying to yank it out of your jeans pocket. Your heart pounded in your chest as you fumbled with the passcode, scrambling to open the text; it was Chris.
“Hey, we should go out tomorrow night. Don't worry about dressing up, it's not anywhere fancy.”
Oh God, he was gonna break up with you over dinner, wasn't he? You went too far talking about your fantasy and now he was bailing on you. You could barely press the proper keys to respond to his message and get the details. You were just going to meet him at this casual dining restaurant on the east end of town. A small part of your brain was irritated by him picking a spot that was so far out of the way, but the majority of your brain was already planning how you'd recover from this devastating breakup that was sure to happen, and planning what type of ice cream you'd need to emotionally recover for the next few weeks.
That night you barely slept, a feeling of impending doom sitting heavily on your chest. The wait was agony.
And apparently, Chris intended to make you wait longer. You impatiently checked your phone for the time as you stood outside the restaurant, which was one of the only things still standing in this part of town. Fuck, not even a “Hey running late” text? The empty notifications bar mocked you, and you shoved your phone back into your purse. It was 9:06, and you'd been waiting for half an hour for him to show up, and you were not about to take another Uber home.
Time seemed to crawl by as darkness began to overwhelm the sky, the last of the summer light draining away. People shuffled past, coming and going in and out of the restaurant, some people casting pitying glances your way. Humiliation was plain on your face, and tears began to well up in your eyes at 9:20 rolled around.
It was one thing to break up with you, but to stand you up? It was a whole new level of awful. You began to stagger back toward your car, your eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. You rounded the corner out of sight of that terrible restaurant and--
You screamed as black gloved hands grabbed you roughly from behind, one yanking back on your arm and the other clamping hard over your mouth. Terror shot down your spine as you were dragged backward into the adjacent alley; you trashed against the attacker and you tried to scream around the hand over your mouth. You groaned as your felt your back slam up against the brick wall.
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” The figure growled and gripped you tighter; they shook you and pressed you back into the wall harder. You were about to attempt to bring your knee up to their crotch as hard as you could when your eyes finally found their focus.
It was Chris. Oh my God, it was Chris! You stopped struggling and made a confused noise behind his hand. His expression looked borderline murderous, but you could see a twinge of a smile at the corner of his lips. His hand holding your arm moved to the collar of your shirt, twisting the thin tee-shirt material in his fist. You could hear the material of the gloves creak as he adjusted his hold on you, keeping you pinned between him and the wall.
He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “Don't tell me you changed your mind? Tell me you want this.” All of the sudden everything made sense. Your conversation, his distance, his lateness, he was just building up to this! He remembered what you had asked for. And he intended to deliver.
You were so excited you damn near felt light headed, and shakily nodded your consent. You shivered as his teeth grazed your earlobe. His whisper turned into a growl and his hand slid down from your mouth to your throat and squeezed, “Come on baby girl, pretend you wanna fight me”.
You gasped as his grip on your neck tightened, desperately struggling against his hold. You heard a low moan come from Chris as he watched you try to push him back with your one free hand, your legs scrabbling for purchase to push against the wall to get some space between you.
“Hmmm, fuck! That's right baby, struggle for me.” He pressed closer to you keeping you trapped, one of his hands sliding down to yank roughly on the front of your jeans, popping the button open. A whine escaped you as he slid his hand down the front of your panties, his fingers lightly moving over your entrance. He groaned low in his throat, “You're already so wet, and I'm not nearly ready to be done with you.”
Chris let go of your neck and you took in air in heavy gasps, coughing slightly as you tried to catch your breath. You stumbled as his now free hand tangled in your hair and savagely yanked you away from the wall. Your attention was hopelessly torn between the sting at your scalp and his fingers still teasing your clit, sending little shocks down your legs, making them tremble.
Chris moved until he was behind you, pushing you until you stared down the alleyway. You yelped as he tugged harder on your hair, tilting your head back against his shoulder; his hand moved up from teasing you to up to your lips, his fingers pressing against them.
“Open.” He growled in your ear, his leaning down to leave small bites on your neck.
You couldn't help but giggle a little before firmly pressing your lips together and shaking your head, after all, you did have to play your part too. Chris sighed in exasperation and slapped your cheek, turning your face a light shade of pink.
“I said open your fucking mouth. That wasn't a request.” His hand pressed on your jaw, forcing your mouth open; you squirmed and thrashed in his grip, causing his grip on your hair to tighten and he pulled back harder. Your eyes watered as you cried out, but that was quickly muffled by three on Chris's fingers forcing their way into your mouth. The taste of the shiny latex was overwhelming. You nearly gagged around his fingers and attempted to pull your head back to no avail.
Chris’s voice became a snarl as he fought to hold you in place. “Don't fucking pull away from me. You're going to clean up my fingers with your pretty little mouth, and you're going to do it until I'm satisfied. These gloves are nice, and I'm not going to have them ruined by a whore like you.” Your eyes fluttered and his words made you go weak in the knees; his hand untangled itself from your hair to wrap around your waist, giving you much needed support.
Your lips closed around his fingers and you heard Chris hum his approval as you began to suck on them.
“There we go, good girl” his voice dropped to a low growl as he whispered in your ear. “My gloves wouldn't be this messy if you weren't such a little slut, getting all turned on by some strange man pulling you into an alley to use and abuse. You were so willing to just let me take you, and I could have been anyone.”
A shiver ran down your spine, and Chris let out a mocking laugh. “But you would have liked that, wouldn't have you? You didn't care who it was, you just knew you were going to get fucked.”
Alright, now he was just a jerk . You bit down on Chris's fingers in retaliation, and you heard him shout as he yanked his fingers from your mouth and shoved you forward, falling to the ground. You felt your arousal peak as he loomed over you, bringing one of his boots down, narrowly avoiding stepping on you. Your breath came in hot pants as he angrily grabbed the neckline of your shirt and yanked up, partly dragging you up to his level, and partly ripping your shirt. He brought his face close to yours, his teeth bared.
“You fucking bitch, now you're really asking for it.” Chris let go of your shirt, sending you back to the ground. “You better run when I say to, because you're in for it when I catch you. Make it exciting for me.”
You scrambled to you feet slowly backing away down the alley, you eyes never leaving his; Chris rolled his shoulders as if to stretch, a devilish smile on his face.
“You've got a five second head start, starting now.”
You didn't even wait to hear Chris say “one”, you were already running down the alley as quick as you could, though your low slung jeans and tattered shirt made moving difficult. You also were more tempted to run at Chris rather than away from him; it had been a long, long time since you'd been this turned on, and the last thing you wanted was to leave him now. You hear the heavy stomp of Chris’ boots calmly walking behind you, as you turned the corner.
You found yourself on the backside of some abandoned buildings, the old parking lot in the back long since forgotten. As you continued to run through the lot, you could just barely see his car parked in the back corner. Your brain lit up; ah, so that's what he was getting at.
Chris was still keeping a slow walk behind you, and his footsteps getting quieter the more distance you put between you two. By the time you got to his car, you couldn't hear him at all. You ducked behind his car to “hide”. You would have chuckled to yourself about how much he planned this, if you hadn't been so tense listening for him.
There was silence. It was unsettlingly quiet, and you were about to get up to look for him when--
The loud slam of Chris hand against the hood of his car tore a genuine scream from your throat, and you heard him laugh and you felt him reach around to grab your arms and pull you up. You moaned as you were slammed against the hood of his car, one of his hands pinning your wrists together above your head.
He kissed your lips with a hard smack, and had a look in his eyes like a man possessed.
“Scream all you want doll, there's no one around here who's gonna stop me from what I'm about to do to you.” He tugged your jeans and underwear down and off, and you couldn't help but give a contented sigh. Finally.
You moaned as Chris pushed two fingers into your pussy, moving them at a fast pace. You squirmed and whined as you ground into his hand, panting and gasping, desperately needing more friction. A low moan came from Chris as you got needier.
“God, you're still so fucking wet for me, good girl. Just like I knew you would be.” Chris clawed at your shirt, shredding the rest of it off, and removing your bra. You squealed as he nipped and kissed your breasts, his tongue running over each one.
“I'm going to take you, and there nothing you can do to stop me. Spread your fucking legs”.
God you've never been so happy to follow and order in your life.
You shivered in anticipation as Chris moved one hand to your hip and used the other to undo his belt and pull down his pants just enough to be able to get to you. His cock nudged against your entrance before he steadily pushed into you, your moans mixing with his.
He set an almost brutal pace, making you cry out with very thrust and groan as his nails dug into your hips, leaving bright red marks. The harder he moved in and out of you the louder you got, until he had to clap a hand over your mouth to settle you down, just a bit.
“Fuck, you feel so good”, his breaths came in heavy, hot pants, “Do you know how hard it was to resist you all this time?” Your eyes fluttered back into their sockets as he hit that spot in you, making you nearly sob with pleasure, intensified when his hand moved from your mouth to your hair. His pace didn't let up for a minute and you were nearly frantic with need; your legs wrapped around his waist and you heard yourself begging for more, deeper, harder, please. He let out a possessive growl as your nails raked down his back, and he leaned forward and bit your neck hard, which was sure to leave a crescent purple bruise for days.
You a familiar knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter and it took all your focus to choke out “Fuck--fuck, I'm so close”. Chris echoed you, after days of not being with you he was close to the edge.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him and you heard his voice, deep and demanding in your ear, “Who fucking owns you?”
You almost came then and there, but forced yourself to hold back. “You do, Chris!”
“Tell me again, say my name”. His breathing was heavy now and his rhythm was getting off.
“Chris!” You were so close you could cry.
His speech was halting as he spoke, “Scream. My. Name.”
You screamed so loud your throat felt raw as you finally came undone. You shook as it felt like stars were exploding behind your eyes, and your vision swam. Distantly you were aware of Chris moaning and biting into your other shoulder as he came inside you with a low growl.
You laid on the hood of his car for a moment, the two of you tangled up together and completely spent, the only sound being both of you catching your breath. Chris kissed your forehead. “God, you were absolutely perfect baby, you did so good for me.”
You felt him pick you up in his arms and set you in his passenger seat, letting you rest while he collected your scrapped clothing. Chris, still shaky, slid into the driver's seat and started the car. He leaned over the gently kiss your lips.
He smiled lightly. “Let's go home, love”.
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