Each idle second spent had his cock growing with pure lust that only you could satisfy—not his own hand, definitely not a cheap little sex toy, you.

Who was he to devoid himself of that pleasure?

A tired groan escaped his velvet lips as he rolled off the bed, Chrollo was a naturally patient man but not when it came to satiating one’s carnal desire.

So, to take matters into his own hands, he quietly stepped out of his apartment, the metal door behind him closing with a soft thud as the cool morning air engulfed his warm body. He was still in his pyjamas, the ebony strands on his head sat dishevelled, revealing his sharp brows and the unique tattoo between them.

Chrollo walked down the open corridor, the soles of his slippers padding along the concrete beneath. You only lived next door to him, making it a very convenient trip for the latter—though, it wasn’t a mere coincidence, no.

After months of keeping an eye on the apartment building you lived in, Chrollo had seized the opportunity of living right next door but of course, that wasn’t without having to get rid of the sweet, sweet couple that once stayed in the apartment he now resided in.

He stopped before your door, an unreadable expression plastered on his face as he keyed in the code to your door, it emitted a soft hum before the lock became undone. You had invited Chrollo over the night before for a friendly dinner and he made sure to keep track of everything in your apartment, including the password to your door.

Chrollo entered without hesitation, carefully letting the door close with a light click before proceeding to take his slippers off and head straight to your bedroom. It was dim inside, the curtains were drawn and the only source of light were the ones that peeked through the small gaps of the curtain.

It had only been a few minutes since he left his own apartment but god did his cock fucking hurt, it was practically straining against his cotton pants, begging to be let out. He wasn’t usually this excited when it came to sex but he assumed it must’ve been his hormones going completely off the rails knowing that he was about to have you for the very first time.

Those nights where Chrollo furiously fisted himself at the mere thought of you were long gone because now, he could have the real thing. Was your cunt as tight and soft as Chrollo imagined it to be? There was only one way to find out.

He could almost whimper at the sight of your defenseless body—so vulnerable; so peaceful; so beautiful. You were on your side, legs tangled in the duvet, torso hugging a pillow, and ass on full display. Chrollo stood at the foot of your bed, onyx gaze shamelessly wandering up and down your body. He traced your soft lips with his eyes before slowly going down, down, down to your exposed legs.

Oh, you looked even cuter with those skimpy shorts on.

Chrollo wasted absolutely no time to hop on the bed with you and start grinding his clothed cock against the curve of your butt. The initial contact sent heated pleasure all over his body, driving him deeper into his lust-clouded state; he wasn’t even inside you yet but he could almost cry at the sweet sensation your body gave him.

Broken moans and breathy sighs in the shape of your name slipped past his velvety lips as he rutted his hips a little faster, one hand rested atop your hip to hold your limp body in place. He let out a breathy chuckle as he noticed your lower half subconsciously pressing back. What a dirty little slut you were.

Chrollo entertained your actions for a while by pressing himself further into you and grinding harder but soon enough, a little dry humping could no longer satiate the immense thirst his cock desired. With a sense of urgency—or rather, impatience, Chrollo stripped his and your lower halves naked, flinging off any article of clothing that could get in the way of his ministrations.

His cock stood proudly against his pale abdomen, raging scarlet and coated with a thin layer of pre-cum, he teased the tip along your slit which earned him a low mewl, he shuddered at the innocent sound. Chrollo wasn’t afraid of you waking up and catching him doing all this because he knew the drug he had slipped in your drink last night was potent enough.

He lifted your leg a bit to allow him some room before giving your nape a chaste kiss as he slowly entered your warm cunt. Chrollo let out a shameless moan against your ear as your cunt practically swallowed his tip, greedily sucking him in like the cock-hungry slut you were.

The tips of his fingers dug into your naked skin, breath turning shallow as he sank deeper and deeper into you, and as he bottomed out, he released a low moan of your name accompanied by his bare palm roaming all over your body,

“My love . . . you’re so perfect.”

Chrollo’s imagination was right, you were as tight and soft as he had imagined, and even more so. The way your wet, greedy cunt enveloped his hard cock was enough proof that you were solely made for him and even at the mere thought of other men being inside you left a bad taste in his mouth. They would only taint and bring shame to your sacred temple but not Chrollo, he’d worship you as though he was your devout follower.

Without wasting any more time, he slowly pulled his hips back—eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the feel of your bare walls dragging against his shaft—before pushing in. Both your legs were closed which amplified the tightness of your cunt, albeit a little hard to move in, he couldn’t care less.

“Mhm . . . You like that, don’t you?”

Chrollo curled into your body, burying his face at the crook of your neck as he maintained a slow, deep pace; he wanted to relish the raw connection between your bodies; memorise the way your wet cunt quivered and responded with each thrust; how your subconscious mews sounded like absolute music to his ears.

Chrollo wondered if you dreamt of him, too.

Soon, his slow, sensual thrusts turned into erratic ones—pure desperation and lust were prominent with every sharp thrust of his hips. Your moans became louder too, interlacing not only with Chrollo’s low groans but also with the sound of skin slapping and lewd squelches. Everything that was once quiet grew in volume which filled your room with all kinds of sounds but Chrollo wasn’t ashamed one bit, instead, they fuelled his drive even further.

Your bed sang a rhythmic song, creaking with each shameless thrust of Chrollo’s hips, his heavy balls slapped into the skin of your ass which was sure to leave a burning sensation once you’ve come to. Chrollo tried his best, he really did, he tried his best to handle your unconscious body with the utmost gentleness but god, your sweet cunt felt way too amazing for him not to pound you into the sheets like a mere fucktoy.

Was he sorry? Not really but he’d make it up to you one way or another.

“F-Fuck, darling—ngh! I’m close . .” He panted into your neck as if you could hear him. As the knot deep in his core tightened with every pleasurable second, Chrollo roamed his hand beneath your shirt, roughly palming at your breasts and pinching your pebbled nipples. He couldn’t see your bare torso yet he could conclude by touch alone that you were perfect.

Chrollo peppered your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses—careful to not leave any evident love bites—even the taste of your skin was heaven-sent.

Chrollo bit his lip hard enough to draw crimson, vision going white as he neared his impending orgasm, he gave a few more short thrusts before quickly pulling out to fist his cock furiously and shoot his load on to your exposed back.

He moaned your name as thick ribbons of his essence coated your back, they glistened beneath the morning rays that leaked into your room. Chrollo violently shuddered at the electric pleasure that engulfed his body; he laid there next to you, scarlet-faced and completely fucked out but nonetheless more than satiated.