ADULT TRIO: HISOKA X READER (+illumi x chrollo)

Ch 1: Forest Dreams🌳🌱🌲🍃

Author's note: HI GUYS😛thank you for following me/reading my stories on here! us in the Hisoka church need to stick together🛐it's so nice to have a group of like-minded people who know that we need to bow 🙇‍♀️to ✝️LORD✝️🍬✨HISOKA🧴🙏 cuz he will 😜peg💕you 💥uncontrollably🎆 

⚠️WARNING⚠️: If you guys missed my trigger/safety warning in my story summary please look here! y/n has A LOTTT of very intense kinks⛓ If you are triggered by blood kinks, knife kinks🔪, cnc (and other violent ones) as well as general  🤡toxic🤡 relationship behavior, and stuff like that please be safe and exit out of this story right now! Rated R we 😈freaks 😈over here and I want everyone to take care of themselves pls you matter and you are important and you are valid 🙏

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You liked when he was covered in blood. You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but you did. God. Hisoka left your apartment around 7pm, using the fact that he "had to run an errand" as his excuse. You clenched your fists at this obvious lie, but you bit your tongue. You were not going to waste any more of your precious breath begging him to be truthful to you about his whereabouts. When Hisoka was in the bathroom before he left, you hurried to check his phone in secret—the usual method. To your ongoing surprise, even after a year and a half of living together, he still did not have a passcode lock. Perhaps he knew that you checked his phone often and wanted you to know whatever he was doing—his motive being that you would get that desperate and riled up to go through such measures. Or maybe, he did not care. It was most likely the latter, but you did not want to devote any more time trying to dissect this man's peculiar mind. Acting in secret was unfortunately the only way you could get any information about the parts of his life he kept from you. You ran yourself into the ground trying to pry this stuff out of him before, and you were just about tired of trying. Right when you opened Hisoka's messages, you clicked on his Phantom Troupe group chat and discovered his actual destination for the night. Hisoka and the Troupe had plans to massacre a group of Hunters with a conflict of interest in a nearby woods tonight.

You made sure to arrive at the forest thirty minutes after Hisoka did, allowing time for any stragglers to trickle in. And ther. From your hiding plcae, you saw him resting against a tree. Alone. Away from the others. The edges of your mouth turned into a warm, relieved grin at sight of this, as the thought of Machi always made your insides bark. The fact that Hisoka had asked Machi out to dinner before he met you rubbed you the wrong way to this day. I mean, it was Machi. To make matters worse, the two of them still interacted on a weekly basis, or rather, virtually on a daily basis for work. How could that not make your blood come to boil? Hisoka would try to comfort you by saying that he had asked her around when they first met, and that it was no more than a "getting to know" kind of affair. Deep down, you knew the reason behind his polite offer was his lustful desire to fuck the living shit out of her petite, surrendering, body. Her cold, aloof personality that was somehow so unattainable yet so alluring. Her fiery pink hair that would perfectly complement his. That beautiful little face that-

Your eyes that had been floating out of focus jolted back to reality when Hisoka shifted his position out of the shadows. Hisoka's shirtless physique was now highlighted by the low beams of the waning moon, contrasting against the background of the dark vegetation. Christ, the temperature was high—you felt your shirt becoming glued to your back. Even though you were hidden behind a shrub roughly 70 feet away, you could tell that his body was drenched in syrupy sweat. You could almost picture its consistency like a thick, viscous resin inching down his skin at an achingly slow pace. You watched Hisoka reach behind his neck, sliding some of the moisture off. When he ran his hand through his soaked locks of ruby hair, your mouth watered as you imagined him walking straight out of the shower. The perspiration dripping in all directions: down his rock solid hills of abs, down the side of his torso, the droplets following every curve and edge of his sculpted body. You yearned to just grab him right at this moment. Like some sort of prey attempting to attack their predator. Just run over to him and ruin the whole mission entirely. It reminded you of whenever you were on top of him under your maroon satin bed sheets. You got to fuck his beautiful body at least once a day. His face burning bright red. His breath constantly hitched. Resting your hand on his chest for balance, it would slide off due to how slippery the surface of his skin became. You made him so hot.