Chrollo x Reader: Wax Play

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Top! Chrollo

Bottom! Y/N 

Author: trash_writings(on ao3)

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The shadow of his legs crosses in front of you once more.

How long have I been here?

The eerie orange glow from scattered candles makes it hard to make out his position without being allowed to lift your head up. He's been quiet, almost too quiet the entire time you've sat still on the floor. Your knees ache from the unforgiving concrete underneath you and your hands feel as if they're one with the cold floor. You hadn't seen him in weeks, and this is what he wanted from the second he came home.

What rule did I break?

His shadow stops in front of you, you can barely make out the tops of his dark shoes and the hem of his pants. You want nothing more than to look up and see the way Chrollo is looking down at you. Is he smug and arrogant? Or is his face contoured in one of amusement? How does it look from his view? He must be pleased with himself.

Is he ever going to touch me?

"I read once that our desires develop from infancy until the age of five," Chrollo's voice cuts through the stale quiet. You had read that before too... but where? Why can't you think of the book, the author, anything that resembled the words leaving his lips? "In fact, they just lay latent inside of you, waiting to reemerge once you develop sexually."

Please, shut up and touch me.

You whimper once quietly hoping he caves and does something to warm your cold exposed body. You hear a small chuckle from behind you and feel his presence closer than before. Then a stinging sensation the size of a raindrop hits your bareback between your shoulders. The hot liquid slides down slowly before stopping as it hardens. You bite your tongue to restrict the quiet gasp, the wax taking you by surprise. It's been months since he's used this.

"Come on, I know it can't hurt yet." The joy in his voice is unmissable. When you had first met him this was never something you would willingly allow to happen. Yet, here you are stripped down on the floor waiting for his commands. The control he had over your body upset you, but the excitement and pleasure you got from it left you confused. More wax kisses your skin; a lot more this time, making you whimper as the hot wax runs down your skin. You dig your fingertips into the floor, the pain of your skin scraping the concrete flooring distracts you from the fleeting agony on your back until it becomes a comfortable warm sensation.

"You're so cute, hurting yourself to be quiet for me." Chrollo crosses in front of you. "Look up at me now." You obey, head turning up as your eyes lock on his beautiful grey eyes. "Good girl," he smiles, praising you quietly. The arrogant smile on his lips burns through you, igniting anger but is quelled by the sensation of your wetness expanding on your inner thighs.

That minuscule amount of encouragement has already made you lose your senses. Your desperate eyes stay on him as he holds the white candle that's dripping red wax down the side in anticipation for what's to come next. You love the warmth you feel after the wax hits your skin, and can't help but try and get him to pour more on you despite already feeling the aching come back from your position on the ground.

"Daddy, please," You plead softly.

"I didn't give you permission to speak." His smile leaves replaced by a stern look that makes you feel hot inside as he pours the wax down your right shoulder, the burning liquid moving down your bicep slowly molding to you. "As I was saying earlier," you notice the smile is back. "You probably love having me degrade you, poor wax on you, calling me daddy in your pathetically sweet voice all because you repressed your desire to have a strong male in your life." His "psychoanalytic" analysis of your kinks continues until you feel tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

"That's not true..." you say softly looking back down at the floor feeling slightly embarrassed he'd bring them up now. Your anger and embarrassment fuels you to bravery. You push yourself up so you're only kneeling on your knees now. "Your ego is just so inflated you can't-" a swift slap across your cheek silences you. Chrollo is now kneeling down in front of you, holding your chin with his forefinger and thumb.

"I hate hurting you baby," he tells you sounding sincere, "but you really need to learn that you only speak when I tell you to. Do you understand?" You are slightly taken back by how quickly his tone shifts by the end of his statement.

You nod slowly too unsure to risk answering vocally.

"Good girl. Now tell me, do you agree with my analysis?" He asks.

"No, daddy," you tell him, trying to avert your eyes slightly. The intensity of his stare only makes you ache for his touch even more.

"You can disagree with me all you want baby, but your body tells a different story." His hand moves to squeeze your cheeks tightly, your lips puckering slightly. His free hand lightly traces your skin down your stomach until his fingers slowly tease your clit. You close your eyes enjoying the pleasure as he fingers tease your wet slit.

"Daddy, more please." You whimper against your better instincts. Maybe he will be generous. Maybe he won't punish you. Maybe, just maybe.

His fingers pause and he grabs the candle once again, this time pouring the wax over your breasts. The sudden impact of heat causes you to cry out loudly. The sensitive skin on your nipples burns lightly until the heat fades slowly.

"You never learn do you?" Chrollo huffs, releasing your face and getting up to cross the room. You watch as he blows out the candle, your eyes fixated on his lips. The way he moves his mouth is just as calculated as the way he spread the wax across your chest. Each motion captivates you since you'd been neglected for so long. Your desperation disgusted you, just as he wanted it to.

He walks over to you, dropping his coat on a red velvet chair as he comes closer. He stops in front of you, your face eye level with his belt. His hands rest gently above his pants on his bare skin, waiting for you to move. Your fingers tremble slightly when you start to unlatch his belt and pants. Taking his cock in your hand your lips kiss the tip softly. You watch him as he smiles, and kiss the tip again.

"Teasing Daddy isn't very nice, little one." His hand caresses your cheek, you open up taking his semi-hard cock in your mouth. "Good girl." Each ounce of praise makes your cunt throb, you need him buried inside you but you know he won't do that unless you're good for him.

His cock throbs in your mouth slightly as it hardens, making it slightly more difficult to take in fully. He grabs your hair, tightly intertwined his fingers before thrusting once into your mouth and throat. The sounds of your choking makes Chrollo groan with pleasure. Your eyes sting once more, the previous tears you held back threatening to make a reappearance. Your hands squeeze his thigh, nails biting into the tough skin. Chrollo chuckles before pulling out, but too late, your tears trickle down your cheeks. You cough a few times regaining your breath before eagerly taking him back in your mouth.

This time, he allows you more control, releasing his tight grip on your hair and scalp. Taking the base of his cock in your hand squeezing it firmly the way he likes before sucking on the tip teasingly. His small moans encourage you, taking more of his length in while your tongue caressing him firmly drawing more sounds from him. After bobbing your head a few times Chrollo pulls you off of him, using your hair to bring you to your feet. You wobble slightly, feeling stiff from kneeling in one place for so long.

"You've been so good, baby girl, it's time to reward you." Chrollo growls before kissing you forcefully. You stumble backward but his firm grip pulls you against your body. "We have a lot of missed time together to make up for." Chrollo picks you up and you wrap your legs around his torso kissing him softly on the lips.

He walks forward then tosses you on the bed. "So much to make up for." His voice trails off at the end as his body crashes against yours and his lips attack your neck.

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