The Troupe's Attendant (Hisoka x Reader Smut)

3. A Startling Request

You arrive before his room, and you both step in. You let out an audible gasp at the ornate furniture and beautiful layout before you. Coming from Meteor City, you had never known any type of luxury, and you feel at ease knowing this is how Troupe members live.

    "What's the matter? Is there something wrong with the room?" Hisoka questions in response to your obvious surprise.

    "No, it's actually nice. Anyway, give me your arm, I need to fix it before you get permanent damage from this. Also we agreed you would pay for this right? I'm expecting no less than 70 million." You cross your arms, showing no attempt to budge.

    "Okay, okay, you seem intent on fixing me, so I'll pay whatever. I hope you know what you're doing, though, you don't want my first impression of you to be bad, do you?"

    "Well, fine. As long as you promise, I'll get started now."

You get to work on his arms, using your Nen power to to repair the nerves and connect the arm back together. Meteor city had been a terrible place to grow up, and you learned Nen at a young age. The constant despair made you desperate to find a way to help everyone there, and you learned a Nen power that could repair most, if not all medical issues.

"How were you able to make your arms look so seamless anyway? I figured it was Nen, but how?" You ask, genuinely curious of this man's powers.

"Why? Are you taking interest in me by any chance?" He smirks, as if knowing the subconscious attractiveness you were feeling towards him.

"N-No! I was actually wondering. But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I was only trying to make conversation, ugh. I should have just shut up and taken my money before getting into trouble with him.

"Well don't fret, I'll tell you. I have two Nen abilities. One, texture surprise, which I can place any texture or image onto my aura, and Two, bungee gum, which has the powers of both rubber and gum. It can stick to anything as I command."

"Wow, that's pretty interesting, I only have my Nen syringe that can cure diseases or inject poison, but that's actually cool." You take a second to look him in the eyes before realizing how close both of your faces were.

"It actually seems very useful in certain situations."

"Y-yeah, I guess. Anyway! I'm finished!" You stumble trying to find a way to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"Mmm." He inspects your work closely before coming to a conclusion. "This is pretty good, even rivaling Machi. Do you have an online bank account I can transfer the money to?"

"Yeah, here it is." You show it to him, and the reason for your journey here comes to mind. "Oh yeah! I'm supposed to tell you, the Troupe is meeting on the last day in August at noon. Don't miss it, Chrollo might actually punish you since you missed so many before apparently."

"Ah, really? Maybe I won't go so I can have a chance to fight Chrollo. Mmmm I'm excited just thinking about it!"

"I- maybe you should just go, he could refuse to fight, and just kick you out. Anywayy, I think I'll take my leave, I honestly don't care whether or not you come." You turn away preparing to leave, however you feel his presence get closer. As you turn around you feel his towering, muscular body almost engulfing yours.

"Wha- ?"

He pushes you against the wall, swiftly squeezing your cheeks in his hand, his sharp nails close to piercing your skin.

"Don't leave, I'm not quite done with you yet. We have the whole night after all, and I'm not entirely satisfied by your care, Y/N."

"Huh?! I - you said my work on your arm is fine? What do you mean? And l-let go!" You struggle to get the words out as the grip on your mouth gets tighter.

"No. I won't let go. This isn't about my arm, it's about other, ah, situations that need to be fixed, you know what I mean. You will stay the night won't you? I'd love to have someone as beautiful as you by my side right now." He twirls his fingers in your hair, and although you struggle to resist, your arms don't have enough strength against his athletic body.

With no choice but to stare him straight in the eye, you see the desperation oozing from his glare. A couple strands of his hair, messed up from the constant activity during the fight, strays from his gelled head and gets in his eyes. He blows it away in order to get a clearer view of you.

He is quite pretty, but this is ridiculous, I came here just to fix Hisoka's arm, not serve his sexual requests!

"Look, I respect you and all, but I came here for one thing. I'm a little tired and would like to go home."

He releases his grip, and takes a couple steps back. "Fine, I won't force you, but if you are ever in the mood, I'll be here." He licks his lips, "I'm sure I'll see you soon, mademoiselle."

"Thank you for understanding, but I truly doubt we'll meet again outside of business purposes. You are truly a strange man, Hisoka."

"Well thank you. Leave before I change my mind."

You leave the room without a word, scared that if you looked back you might be tempted to stay. Although your words were strong, your thoughts were betraying your resolve against him.