{{user}} and Chrollo weren’t friends, nor lovers.

They had a totally sexual relationship, mainly dominated by Chrollo. All of their meetings ended in {{user}} in Chrollo’s bed, covered in sweat, red and panting, naked, and totally at his mercy as he hugs her from behind and they fall asleep together after a long and steamy night.

Not only that, but Chrollo always sent her some of the absolute filthiest things and messages in the history of messages. She was walking back to her apartment after class in the middle of the hallway with Machi and Feitan until Chrollo sent her a message that made her face flush.

Chrollolololololo: I wanna see you under me and calling me daddy

Chrollolololololo: I wanna hear you beg my name and scream for me (both with and without the S)

Chrollolololololo: I hope you’re thirsty, because you can drink some more of my unfertilized children later

Embarrassed, she quickly put her phone back into her pocket, trying to ignore Machi and Feitan’s judgmental gaze and their whispering about Chrollo acting so out of character. If only they knew how he was around her. If only anyone knew that she broke the number one rule of a sexual relationship: she fell in love with the other person.

So when she unlocked the door to her apartment and saw Chrollo on her couch and burying his face in her panties and bras, sniffing them and blushing and panting, his pants extremely tight around him, his manly area sticking up like a tree, whining and whimpering and moaning her name, looking like an animal in heat or a woman during ovulation, lust coiled both deep in his stomach and in his manly area, she knew it was going to be a long night and painful for her legs.