𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ;; 𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙠𝙖, 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙞, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤

𝟗 - 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

☀︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ☀︎︎
smut

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"Hm? Why the face?" Hisoka teased you. You were actually quite surprised with Hisoka's request. But deep down you knew that it would happen. Hisoka insists equal treatment, its just how he is.

Panting, you were still absorbing your energy back. Patience wasn't written in Hisoka's face. His index fingers now tracing your cheek slyly making its way to your chin. His face killing the distance between yours and pursuing for your ear. "Come on, baby, don't make daddy wait," he whispered.

You pulled away and rolled your eyes to his request. Your eyes darted to the corner of the room. Your e/c orbs latched themselves onto what seemed to be a piece of clothing. That looks like an underwear.

You were right. That racy piece of clothing was in fact someone's underwear, and it's design wasn't simply meant for mens wear. It was a woman's and your mind quickly foreshadowed through the strings. Its Machi's.

Hisoka grew out of impatience. He flicked your chin with his finger to make you face him. He wrapped his hand around your pretty neck.

"You really are something, (Y/N). Don't make me repeat myself, again," he threatened you.

"Or what?"

Hisoka smirks. Bloodlust spewing out his figure excitingly as he looks deeps into your soul. "Or I'll snap your neck in 5.. 4.."

You grabbed on Hisoka's wrist, diminishing his grasp on you. You kneeled down to get your face on the right level. The smirk drawn on his face grew wider with lust.

"Hold my hair for me, would ya?" you scoffed. "Sure thing baby," he replied. He scrunched your h/c locks into a ponytail. He looked up lifting his chin closing his eyes, building his game ready to receive your techniques.

Hisoka was wearing only his pants and the entrance was too easy. No underwear was spotted. Your cold fingers fiddled around, tracing against his well-chiseled abs trailing down his v-line. Finally grasping on his visibly hard member already glazed with precum.

You accumulate spit inside your mouth and complied to Hisoka's lewd request. You started slow, taking in only what was a quarter of his cock. Your tongue skillfully licked and teased his tip, earning soft grunts from Hisoka with tones of pleasure.

Your hand was now pumping the base of his cock and relaxed your jaw. Your head bobbing back and forth, now taking half of his length. "More, baby, please, take all of me," Hisoka hissed.

You ignored his comment and continued your steady pace. Hisoka took matters into his own hands and pushed your head gently, allowing you to submerge more into him. All of his hard cock now thrusting inside your mouth, his length hitting the back of your throat making you struggle, letting out a gag or two and drove Hisoka crazy.

You hollowed your cheeks and take all of him deeply. Hisoka was overwhelmed with pleasure. His eyes were white with his pupils rolled back. Giving head was your specialty and he was truly unprepared for the experience after not receiving one from you in a while. Hisoka wasn't afraid to get vocal too. Moans, grunts, and squelching noises from your mouth took over the silence. "Ah, fuck. You take me so well, (Y/N). Such a good girl," he hissed.

You hummed in response, your walls emitting vibrations on the walls of your mouth. Chills run down his hard length, closing the large gap to his climax. His cock twitches signaling your job was almost done. His palm scrunching your hair tighter.

"(Y/N), fuck, a—ah, I think I'm gonna-"

You abruptly pulled out from his cock and kicked his shin harshly with your heel. Hisoka, who was caught off guard, absolutely fell down on his bottom. You stood up and dusted dirt off your lap. Your body towered over his that was now sitting frail and sensitive on the ground. Your bloodlust was now oozing ever so likely.

"Hope you intend to give Machi her panties back, cheater," you said while emphasizing the last word. You slammed the door in your exit, leaving Hisoka sensitive and aching in pain on the floor.

-

You strutted down the hallway as if nothing happened. There were doors filling in the emptiness of the walls left and right. You counted about thirteen doors. A minimum fit for all thirteen Phantom Troupe members.

"(Y/N)?"

The soothing yet confused voice made your heart jump. You turned around to look out for the source. A familiar face illuminated in your sight.

"Chrollo! H-hi," you waved in slight.

Both of you jogged towards each other. Chrollo's steps were wider than yours, taking not longer than two seconds to close the distance between the two of you. A relieved grin nestled on his lips.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Oh, I had to return something to Hisoka, that's all."

His head suddenly tilted, eyes focused on your lips. "Are you wearing lip gloss?"

Your brows furrowed to his innocent question. As you were about to deny, you used your fingers to wipe away the substance off. It seemed that Hisoka's precum might have tinted your lips.

"Yeah I was, but its gone now," you said nervously. "Gone?" his voice cooed pairing with a smirk. Your heart rate paced pumping enough blood to your cheeks making them visibly pinkish.

"Ah, before you leave, care to visit my office?" he suggested. "We rarely get visitors here and it would be a shame if you were gone too early."

You nodded and it was enough. You followed Chrollo as he guide you to his room. It was very far from Hisoka's and it made you sigh in relieve. He opened the door and gestured for you to enter first. Chrollo closed the door behind him.