DISCOVERY ➴ Chrollo x Reader

XXXVII. Relief F!Version

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WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content.
In this chapter, the reader will have a female body. The next one will be as similar as it can be to this one, the only difference will be that the reader will have a male body.
(Skip this chapter if you wish to read the male version.)
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The wheeze that left me should've been a scoff. It should have been. But I wasn't sure what to feel about the situation... I wasn't sure on what I felt about a lot of things in my life lately... The number one on that list being the man over me, playing with my hair and inspecting my every shift with sultry eyes.

I was back to the madness. I had to. Maybe I had never left it. My heart was pumping wildly in my chest, I could hear it over the crickets. Was I about to do this? My eyes darted around looking for an exit, for a way to de-escalate the tension... Did I want to de-escalate the situation? No. Yes? Maybe... No. I... I wanted the tension to explode. I wanted to feel like someone needed me desperately... I wanted the look of thirst in his face, the glossy and dazed out eyes, the experience of a lifetime. The fuck of a lifetime. I wanted mind-blowing sex. Why not? It had never happened to me, I had never sought it out... yet here it was. Handed to me on a silver platter by a criminal, a very hot criminal.

Why was I hesitating then? Why wasn't I riding him till dawn, so I couldn't regret it? "Why are you giving me time to overthink this?" I whispered softly, feeling extremely confused. I wanted him to ravage me and leave me with no time to run away.

"Ah, right, being the criminal I am, I should just force you into it." He snickered, leaning back just enough to fix his tousled hair with his left hand. "Should I just..." His left hand flopped down, and started a slow trail from my thigh, over my hips to the underside of my right breast. "Let you run just to fuck you after I hunted you?" He bit his lower lip as his thumb stroked my nipple. My back arched off the blanket and I held in a whimper. "Would that fit my kidnapper role better?"

Oh... how it would fit him perfectly. How I wanted desperately to say yes. I should be ashamed that hearing his husky voice had me dripping. He shouldn't be able to do that. He shouldn't be able to achieve the perfect heady voice and to taunt me with wild promises. And most of all, he shouldn't be looking at me like he would be most pleased to fulfil them. I shouldn't be squirming under his gaze, hips canting to meet his knee between my thighs. I shouldn't even be considering accepting it. I shouldn't. It wasn't me... to be wild and hardcore and to let a random criminal chase me across the forest with the sole purpose of being thrown onto the ground and fucked.

It shouldn't be exciting. It shouldn't. I couldn't. I didn't have what it took to say yes... no matter how much I wanted it. It was torture really for him to offer such a shameless thing knowing I would never find the courage to accept.

"Well?" His head dipped, hair covering his eyes as he took my left nipple with his mouth, softly at first, a simple suckle, a scrape of his teeth had me buckling against him, and soon he was sucking my breast into his mouth.

"I-" My gasps and whimpers were so loud, even as I actively tried to hold them in. "I-" I didn't even know what I was trying to say. I knew he had asked, but I simply could not accept or deny it.

His mouth left my breast with a sonorous pop, "Later then." and he allowed the hand that had been kneading my other breast to move lower. He rested his open hand over my belly, and my mind started firing away that he must be covering something he didn't like to see, perhaps my size was not of his taste, but he grunted softly and moved it down to cup my wet mount at the same time that his mouth latched onto my left breast.

The moan that left my lips was unrestrained, and I mentally chided myself for it. He didn't need me loud and annoying. What if he decided to stop? Leaving me wet and worked up? I couldn't handle that... I couldn't handle rejection... or perhaps... someone's disappointment towards me. I couldn't.