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Hisoka Week: Day Two

I rise from the dead to post something for Hisoka week 😫 I'm thinking of doing a drabble or two, not sure yet. I was in a huge smut mood and rereading some old drafts got me going for the magician yet again 😏 goodluck to all those returning to school and I hope the holidays have been treating you well. Enjoy!

Prompt: Muscle Worship, Shower Sex (but no actual sex cause I'm lazy)
Word Count: 1140
Relationship: Hisoka x Female Reader

    
       It's been a few months since you've begun training under your friend, Hisoka Morrow. Although, "friend" is a very loose term to describe what you two have, closer than mutuals, but not quite ready for that long lasting commitment of a relationship. You were content in being training partners and fuck buddies on the side.
       Massaging your sore shoulders, you stepped into your cozy apartment, leaving the door ajar for the equally exhausted jester. Today was a vigorous workout routine, consisting of both physical and mental strain that left you begging for rest. And beg you did. After an hour or so of complaining, Hisoka agreed to end for the day and pick the routine back up on Monday.
"Since we ended early today, I expect you to be with me an extra hour next week," Hisoka ordered, making his way to the master bathroom. You rolled your eyes at his actions, you knew you'd just end up fucking him to get another hour off. "Sure, sure. Whatever floats your boat," you responded, striding into your bedroom. You internally cringed at the slight mess your living space was in, why didn't you clean before you left?
"Darling, may you bring me a towel?" Hisoka called out in a sing-song tone. Eyes twitching at the nickname, you grabbed a cloth towel and headed to the bathroom. "Don't call me that," you glared, shoving the soft fabric into his outstretched palms.
Your sour mood did nothing to stop the charisma radiating from the smirking jester. He stood there in all his shirtless glory, muscle rippling with every small movement. You couldn't help but study the dips in his pale skin from where hard muscle met plump fat, each part of him was mesmerizing as if his body was sculpted by God himself. Unfortunately, this staring did not go unnoticed.
"My, my, you seem to be unable to keep your eyes off me. See anything you like?" He emphasized his words by performing a small twirl, stepping closer to you. The spacious bathroom suddenly felt cramped with his bare chest so close to your face. "As if," you scoffed, turning your back towards him. Before you could fully leave the room, Hisoka's large hand gripped your bicep, holding you in place.
"What do you need?" you asked, throwing a confused look behind your shoulder, only to be greeted by a devious twinkle in his golden eyes.
"Well, it's been a long week and I believe you deserve a hot shower," he stated. A hidden offer dangled at the end of his words, a promise of pleasure if you accepted his words.
       "Alright. I'll take one in the evening," you suggested, carefully watching his slow movements.
        "With me of course," Hisoka added, dragging you closer to him. Raising your eyebrows, you shot him a skeptical look, but was there anything to truly lose? This wasn't a "I'll wash your back if you wash mine" type of scenario, after hanging around with him for this long you already knew that.
"Fine," you caved in to your dirty thoughts, slipping out of his grasp. You heard him emit a low chuckle as you began to peel off your clothes. The dirt and sweat from the day's activities left your skin covered thin layer of grime. Hisoka studied you from the corner of his eye as he turned the shower on, waiting for the steam to rise. He tossed his clothes into a heap with yours, revealing the rest of his pale body to you.
       As you gazed at him, all the breath in your lungs quickly ran out. No matter how many times you saw him bare, he never failed to leave you in awe.
        Even from the backside, he was perfectly imperfect. Taut muscles bulged out from his biceps, tracing up his shoulders straight into his laterals. Each twist of his body caused another wave of movement to wash over the smooth skin. Slowly, the illusion of unmarred skin fluttered away once Hisoka removed the Texture Surprise from his body. Scars and blemishes came into focus, a beautiful mess that showed his raw strength.
       Mentally picking your jaw up from the floor, you followed him into the steamy shower, allowing his hands to ghost across your body. For once in your life, you felt a gentle energy coming from the strong man, as if he was protecting rather than harming.
       "You've gotten a lot stronger, Hiso. It seems I was right to have you up your weights," you pointed out, allowing him under the shower head first. He replied with a low hum, enjoying the warm water cascading off his skin. Shuffling around the shower, you each cleaned up, gently washing the day off your bodies. You ran a soapy cloth over your calf, peering up at Hisoka's back.
       A nagging feeling grew in your mind, you just had to feel him for yourself. Giving into the temptation, you laid your palm flat on his back, shivering as his muscles tensed at the slight contact. You took this opportunity to trace down the indent of his spine, your mouth watering at the definition of his body.
       "What're you doing, love?" Hisoka questioned, interrupting your fascination once again. He turned around, making your heart pound even faster. His pectorals were inches from your nose, the clear lines of hard earned muscles ran across his front. After a few moments of silence, you gaze down towards his stomach.
       "You're beautiful," you murmured, placing a hand on his abs. Pushing down ever so slightly, you felt them flex beneath your palm, shooting a tingle through your body. The way he excited you without a single touch is the reason you stayed with this mess of a man.
       Snapping you out of your thoughts, Hisoka quickly shut the water off, causing your eyes to meet his. You saw the predatory look set on his face, threatening to tear you apart with one wrong move.   
       Without another word, he crashed his lips against yours, fervently running his hands across your body. You struggled to catch your breath as he stole each huff of air from your lungs. Breaking apart, a flush rose to your cheeks as heat pooled in the pit of your stomach.
      Usually you went through many stages of prep, drawing out the foreplay for as long as possible, but today seemed to be a rare occasion for you both.
       Hisoka gently pressed you against the cold tile, his erection jerked in the air, searching for any sort of friction. He rubbed it against your thigh, spreading the precum around from his leaking tip.
        "Should we make this quick?" you suggested, staring at his hard on. Each twitch of his cock sent a spasm through his inner thigh, showing of the strength of the muscle. Ghosting your fingers across the length of his dick, he quickly grabbed your wrist, pushing you further up the wall.
       "We shall~"