tw: mentions of captivity, mentions of attempted murder, noncon.
His hands were soft, you had noticed that considering how gentle his caresses against your skin were. Chrollo was a lot more physical with his affection than you had ever assumed.
Now, those deceitfully soft hands remained iron clad against your fragile neck.
Choked cries left your lips as his hips met yours in a pace that had your brain slack—that or was it the lack of oxygen that was causing this feeling. At this point, you weren’t sure. Your head felt hot, his thumbs pressing down onto your windpipe in a way that made your throat feel scratchy and your ears feel like they were about to pop.
Your eyes were locked onto Chrollo’s, wide and glassy, filled with hot tears that continuously slipped down your pretty face.
You sobbed, at this point you weren’t sure what you were begging for. For him to stop fucking you? For him to let go of your neck? For him to let you live? Or for him to spare you some mercy and kill you? The latter, maybe. His presence in your life had completely ruined it. Your captivity wasn’t gruesome in a gory way, sure, but it was so isolating and psychologically destructive that it had lead you here.
Titling his head, deep gray eyes blank as he stared down at you. Face impassive to your pleading of your tears.
Chrollo always liked it when you cried, it made your face all blotchy and your eyes sparkle so nicely against the dim light inside his bedroom. “Please what?” He cooed, voice surprisingly steady despite his cock continuously slamming against your bruised cervix.
“You know what happens when you don’t follow my rules,” He continued, his grip on your neck tightening more, completely cutting off your availability to breathe.
Of course you knew, but your hatred had surged farther than your fear of this man.
You had been sloppy, utterly novice in your attempt to murder him. You had told yourself, ‘it can’t be that hard,’ when you gripped your blade. Hands shaky despite the surge of confidence your brain had deluded you into believing.
When your blade had come down onto his sleeping form, you had no time to think before you felt a firm grip on your arm. The limb being twisted in a way that immobilized you from the pain. How? How had he known? You swore he had been asleep, you had even called his name, tapped his shoulder, shook his shoulder. He had been out like a rock, at least that’s what he made you believe. Now, you were merely paying the consequences.
“You know, it is admirable.” Chrollo murmured, easing up his grip on your neck before you could pass out. This time he moved his hand to grip your chin, his palm covering your mouth as his dead gray eyes stared into yours.
“You were brave, sloppy, but brave. That’s why I love you.” He said your name so sweetly, despite his criticisms of you, his voice coming out as a soft sigh as his hips rolled against yours again—and again, and again.
Sobbing, you shook your head.
Leaning in, Chrollo pressed his lips gently against your forehead. His touch so gentle despite the fact that he was actively raping you. He was disgusting. Your stomach turning harshly as you felt him press his head against your shoulder
“But, you hurt my feelings with that little stunt. Here I believed we were making progress, now it seems like we’re back in square one.”
Your cries remained muffled, your body trembling as you squeezed his thick shaft, earning a soft groan from him.
His hand moved from your mouth, arms moving to rest against the sides of your head as he pulled himself up.
“Fuck—y-you.” You spat, despite the waver in your words.
Humming, one Chrollo’s hands moved to the back of your head, fingers gently combing through your hair before he gripped at your scalp. Your neck craned uncomfortably as he kept that painful grip on your hair.
“You were always so misbehaved, perhaps I need to teach you some manners. What do you think?”
Wincing, you did your best to glare at him despite the tears in your eyes. As you opened your mouth to argue, the only thing you found leaving your lips as a noise that bordered on pleasure as he pushed his cock right against that gummy spot inside your warm cunt that had your shoulders tensing in humiliation.
Clearly noticing that reaction, Chrollo’s lips curled into a small smirk as he moved his hands to your plush hips. Adjusting your hips so each slam of his hips hit that same spot, leaving your body no other choice but to grow into enjoying it as he abused your pussy.
“There you go,” he praised, watching your body jolt with each slam of his hips. “I’m just settling the score.” Chrollo explained, leaning his head back as his stomach coiled in bliss. Your brain tried its hardest to black out—to disassociate—to disconnect from this situation. Humiliation, rage, and fear all curled into one. You wished you hadn’t been so stupid, to think you could kill the head of the spiders so easily.
Pushing his hips flushed against yours in a final, forceful, thrust. Chrollo’s body leaned over yours again. Pumping you full of his sticky cum, he inhaled deeply, his lips finding your skin once more.
“Ah,” he murmured, his soft hands moving to gently caress your face. He wiped away your fallen tears with a deceitful warm smile.
“Next time, you need to play your cards better if you want to kill me, my love.”