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Yandere Chrollo x Reader [Your Body Won't Lie to Me]

Top!Chrollo

Bottom!Y/N

Author: ddarkerdreams (on ao3)

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The past few weeks of your life have been nothing short of a nightmare. Never was there a moment where you truly felt like you could let your guard down, seeing as you were being held captive by a coldblooded mass murderer.

It wasn't always like this. There was a time where you thought the world of Chrollo, where every day with him felt like a dream. He often reminds you of this. How happy he used to make you, and how he still could if you just let him. About how stubborn you're being.

Even with all his constant verbal prodding, you've remained as strong as you can. Your pride won't allow you to give into him, not if you could help it. It brought you the tiniest bit of satisfaction knowing that you're denying him the one part of you he can't steal.

Your love.

"You look deep in thought."

Chrollo's voice is always lighthearted. He rarely loses control of himself, never showing you his true emotions in his voice. That, paired with his relaxed demeanor made him almost impossible to read.

Currently, you were situated on your shared bed with him. The difference in your strength to his was night and day, and you've resigned yourself to giving up on physical resistance. That didn't stop you from moving as far away as you could from him.

Despite speaking to you, he never looks up from the book he's reading. His gray eyes continue to scan the pages at a fast rate, not looking at your person just yet.

The silence you respond with makes his lip twitch, ever so slightly.

"Hm... you wouldn't be ignoring me now, would you?" Chrollo inquires, finally looking over at you. You shiver at the rigid sensation of having your body searched, certain that he was analyzing every inch of you.

"No..." you meekly respond, hugging your knees to your chest. Chrollo says nothing for a moment, instead, gently closing his book. The sound reverberates in your empty bedroom, before uncomfortable silence encompasses you once more.

"I'd hope not," Chrollo begins, placing the book on his nightstand. "It's never worked out like you wanted."

At this, your teeth begin to gnaw on your lip. Your mind is a constant mantra of insults and hateful words, dripping with venom. But he's right. Every form of defiance to Chrollo never works. Any insult you say is countered, every scream viewed as nothing more than a childish outburst.

"What do you want me to say, then?" you snap at him, unable to bite your tongue. Unsurprisingly, Chrollo merely blinks at your crass tone. It makes your blood boil at how he gently smiles at you. Irritation seeps into your being, and you harshly grit your teeth.

"Plenty of things. For starters, you could stop pretending that you hate me."

"I'm not pretending."

"Is that so?"

Chrollo starts to move closer to you, alarmingly. You don't even have time to process a reaction, as he's far faster than you are. In movement's faster than your eyes can catch, he's hovering above you.

Your eyes are wide, mouth slightly agape. Your back is slammed against the bed, your hair splaying out gracelessly on the pillow beneath your head. Before you can even think to protest, your words are taken away by the look in his eyes.

His ebony hair is loose, hanging down as he looks above you. His callous hands have your wrists pinned above your head, making it difficult to squirm out of his grip. Even still, he controls his strength as not to hurt you. You get a good view of the strange marking that he has on his forehead.

"You are pretending." he murmurs, his voice warm and smooth. The same smile remains on his face. He was so sure of himself. He always was.

"You should see yourself now, love. Your pupils are dilating," he begins, before lowering his head towards you. You squeak gently at the sensation of his soft lips hovering over your neck.

"Mm... and your heart. It beats so fast from my touch."

His left hand begins to wander down, his fingers skillfully ghosting over your exposed skin. He starts at your shoulders, soaking in your reaction greedily as goosebumps begin to line your skin. He takes note of how you arch your back slightly when touching you in the areas he knows you love most.

No longer can you handle the pressure of looking him in the eyes. In a final attempt at denying him, you squeeze your eyes shut and look over to the side. You don't want him to see the vulnerability in your eyes.

A faint, pleased laugh leaves his lips at this.

Not one to be distracted by easily, he smoothly resumes peppering your neck with kisses and gentle love bites. Your toes curl at the sensation of every touch, stomach twisting uncomfortably. Your breathing is sporadic, uneven.

He knows he's proven his point, even without having to speak. Even so, he can't help but rub it in your face.

"Your body won't lie to me, [First]."