hxh smut

Hisoka 1

plot- apartment, (normal)
insecurity- cut scars
character- hisoka
-bottom
-blood kink
-loving

my feet were dangling off the couch, swaying side of side, i didn't really have anything to do a Friday night, except wait for hisoka to appear somewhere, somehow.
i could only look at the front door of our apartment to see if he was there, i looked back down at my phone.

i looked like a spazz. looking at the tv, my phone, then the door.
but he just pops up? what do i do? let him scare me?
i felt myself becoming mentally exhausted always waiting for him to appear, but i know business, is well business.

my phone slowly started to become darker and darker, my eyes started hurting.

low power

i clicked low power mode, and slapped my phone to the couch face down, crossing my arms and staring at the tv that was only static from a unknown channel.
"on my phone for a hour and he's still not home"
i pushed my arms beside me, now to my feet.
i looked into the gloomy dark kitchen, the hallway seemed more empty without him standing there staring and whispering me to come to bed.

my feet hitting the cold kitchen floor as i looked at the stove until the fridge door cut that off.
i grabbed the juice, unscrewing the cap now walking back to the cabinets.
"nu ne nu blah blah blah i'll be home tonight blah ne blah"

i pushed the glass to my lips drinking most of the clear glass dry.
"what a shame. darling angry?." my head snapped behind me almost giving me whiplash.

"hello??" my wrist wiping my wet lips.
slowly coming from the dark laundry room door way a tall figure entered the room.

i grabbed the counter backing up slightly, my eyes awaiting to see who was before me.
"um yeah." his long nails sliding past my arms grabbing my glass now pouring juice into the clear glass.

"where have you been!" my hand already rubbing my temples and hitting the counter.
"been out, nothing to worry about i believe?"
i shook my head mentally now sighing.
"why are you acting like this" his voice bubbly and seemed like he had been drinking a bit.

"where you out drinking with them?" i grabbed the jug that he was now downing.
"no i wasn't darling" i pushed him aside now sitting the jug into the fridge.

a warm pair of hands on my sides, i jumped feeling his nails digging into my skin as he rubbed his long fingers down my thighs and up to my sides.
i stood up shutting the fridge turning to see him smirking. his soft hair dropping to his face.
it was raining outside, i could tell by his freezing hands, wet soaking hair, the smell.

he only smiled with his eyes slightly open now pushing me back into a bending position as he rubbed my back. all the way up to my hair grabbing my scalp.
i had my hands on the fridge handles as he had his crotch pressed to me and my face to the fridge.

the rain hitting the cars parked outside echoing the pristine apartment.
"y/n." his face smiling as he let go of my head now leaning to my side to smile beside me.
"you've been drinking haven't you" i pushed my hands to the fridge pushing myself up only to be pushed down once more.
"i have not had but one drink love"
"you're trying to act sober" i pushed his hands away, walking away to the bedroom.

'i normally don't like having sex when he's been out late, but the way he was so ready.'

"y/n" he dreaded the words out more like a child now grabbing my legs pulling me up like a sack of potatoes as i fell hitting his back, feeling my whole body bounce across the bed he stood above me smiling now pulling his halfway unbuttoned shirt off.