TW: this chapter has mentions of blood, knife play so skip this if that makes you uncomfortable
"Your cards? Wait. Are you trying to kill me? You know when your Nen is activated those things can cut through skin."
"Of course not, Y/N, I just simply want to make this game a little fun. I have some handcuffs, here, and I'd like to cuff your hands on the bed."
"O-kay... what are the cards for exactly?"
His eyes brighten, as if I have made his day by asking that question. "Well if you are so eager to know, I was thinking, what if I were to carve my name into your body? If I finish and you don't make a sound, I will do whatever you want. And if you scream, moan, whatever, as I am doing so, I get to have my way with you."
You take a moment to think it over. However, you were a phantom troupe member after all, shouldn't you be able to take the pain?
"Fine, whatever, I'll do it. You're sick y'know, how do you find pleasure in this stuff?"
"Be careful what you say, from experience the ones receiving the pain enjoy it much more than I do." He pulls your arms up and cuffs them around the bedpost, making it impossible for you to move. "Let's start, shall we?"
It was true he wasn't going in deep enough to cause major damage, just draw minimal blood, which you were used to. But he was going excruciatingly slow, and you could feel it more intensely as time went on. As his cards traced the first letter of his name near your shoulder blade, he slowly wrapped his fingers around your neck, kissing your back and adding more reactions for your senses.
You were desperately trying to hold back your moans. What he had said was true, and although you didn't think of yourself as a masochist, you were starting to believe otherwise.
"Okay, you've done well so far, lets see if you can make it through the second half of my name."
You were near your limit. Your nerves on top of his constant stimulation everywhere on your body was making you want to let a moan out. It hurt, however what was it making you feel this way? This type of stuff was completely new to you, and vanilla sex was all you had known. What is this? I can't... hold it in! Even the thought of him having his way with me is turning me on, this is so much!
"A-ah! Hisoka, stop! I lose."
His hands come off of your body, and you turn your head to see a grin on his face. You understood what Machi meant when she said he was a handful.
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The Troupe's Attendant (Hisoka x Reader Smut)
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