𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Sub!Hisoka x Dom!Fem!Reader

Top! Y/N

Bottom! Hisoka

Author: trash_writings(on ao3)

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Your hand slowly travels down Hisoka's neck to the center of his shoulder blades. You walk forward and the tips of your fingers graze his skin lightly, causing small goosebumps to develop on him. You smile as you catch his golden eyes in your sight. Hisoka stares at the fishnetted tights you have on. The way they fade into leather boots drives him mad. Your thighs look delectable in the skirt he picked out a few weeks ago; tight, but not too short.

Noticing Hisoka staring at your thighs you pull the skirt up slightly, teasing him. It's not hard to read Hisoka, while many others believe it is. He's not complicated. He is very straightforward in his desires. That's how you ended up here now. Months of asking you to take some control has finally paid off. It's not easy, and even now you feel you're going to topple over in these heeled boots, but the attention Hisoka is giving you is too good to give up. You need this.

Humming quietly you walk across your bedroom to grab a pair of handcuffs after seeing Hisoka's fingers twitch from their position on his knees. While his obedience is pretty sufficient for now, you can tell he's itching to get his hands on you. Hisoka continues to let his eyes explore your body, now focusing on your back since it's turned to him. The straps of your bra are slightly twisted, making him want to jump at you and snap them against your skin, but he won't. He wants you to have this moment. However, he's grateful you decided on just a black bra and no shirt to torment him.

Golden eyes watch you as you pull out his favorite drawer, the one he loves to torment you with. He brought you all the toys as gifts, and he knows that you never use them without his permission, but tonight... tonight is different. He wants this badly, probably more than you even do, at least he believes so. Your eyes catch sight of the tart burner on your dresser, you flip it on wondering how long it will take to melt the red apple tart sitting atop.

"What are you doing, kitten?" His voice is sweet like cotton candy, however, it's not going to work tonight. You grab the cuffs, the cold metal chilling your nervous palms. You ignore him and turn around slowly after shutting the drawer. You lean back against it looking at your friend with lustful eyes. He truly does look delicious sitting on his knees like he always asks you to wait for him. Who knew you'd enjoy being on the giving end already? Definitely not you. With each passing second, you take in the sweet satisfaction of being able to decide your and his pleasure for the evening.

"Hisoka, I didn't give you permission to speak." Your voice is stern, and you immediately feel your confidence growing knowing you're finally in control. Finally, everything you say goes. A smile creeps on your lips as you walk towards Hisoka. You dangle the cuffs in front of his face. He looks at them for a moment before looking up at your passive face. You won't give him the pleasure of how much you're enjoying this just yet.

"Kitten, please talk to me... " a swift slap to the face makes him hush. The stinging on your hand instead of your face burns pleasantly in a new intense way. The gratification you normally feel from burning cheeks is different... this is very new.

"Next time," You bend at the knees, getting to his level, "it won't be so soft. Got it?"

"Wh-" you slap him harder. He smiles, suddenly making you feel irritated for his obvious enjoyment. Again, this time he's shocked. He actually feels the sting this time since this cheek has now been slapped twice. It's been a long time since he's had someone actually handle him this way. While fighting is fun for him, there's nothing quite like this.

"Stop smiling, sicko." You spit the words at him the way he does you for enjoying punishments. His smile disappears. His face is intense, serious, and maybe even a bit dark.