Dragon's Game (Hisoka X Reader) (Book 3 of The Magician and The Dragon Series)

XXI

I think it's been a while since you all got some smut, Dontcha think?

Not in this wholesome chapter you horny ass MFS. Go touch some damn grass. This is a wholesome book....most days...I think. 

He brings his head down to mines, pressing his forehead against mine, water from his hair and face trickling onto me. The spacious shower begins to feel small and suffocating. 

"If I recall love, you told me that you wouldn't keep things from me anymore," He growls lowly. Uh oh.

"And your point? I'm not keeping anything from you," I answer in the same tone he gave me. 

"I beg to differ darling, you forget that I know you as well as your body language, so its rather obvious that you've been rattled, and since you're trying to keep me out of it, it means one thing" He puts his lips near my ear, his warm breath hitting the shell of my ear sending my entire body into a shiver of icy cold despite the temperature of the water. "You're going to break soon," 

The words wake me from the hellish trance, my current reality being one without Hisoka. Trance or not, he's right. The more I ignore this the closer I am to breaking and potentially being a threat to everyone and myself.  

"Rough day love?" His voice calls to me from behind. There, leaning against the sink all bloodied just as in my trance is Hisoka, his arms crossed over his chest nonchalantly, his eyes raking up and down my body.

"I guess," Turning back to the water, I gaze thoughtlessly into the water being cupped into my hands as they fall from the showerhead. 

He sneaks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me into his bare chest. I'm not even gonna start to question how he got undressed that quickly. I haven't been zoning out that long... have I? 

"You left me in bed alone on a perfectly good stormy day," my emotionless tone seems to get a chuckle out of him. 

"Sorry love, Illumi-" He begins to explain. 

"Made you go on a mission with him. It's fine," Silence takes over, neither one of us knowing what to say. 

"The rain doesn't seem to be going away, how about we just spend the evening in bed, hmm?" He suggests

"Sounds good to me," I breathe. 

Changing into one of his t-shirts and some shorts,  I climb into bed next to him, resting my head on his chest. His fingers rake through my hair as the sound of the rain hitting the ground outside creates an ambient rhythm almost as if it's hypnotizing me to sleep. 

Alright. That's it. He's getting slapped for leaving me alone in bed again. Looking outside, it seems the rain has cleared up a bit. How unfortunate. 

Getting off the bed, my foot hits something. There's a large black box at the edge of the bed with a gold ribbon tied neatly in a bow around it. 

Okay... Definitely not suspicious at all. Carefully undoing the ribbon, I lift the lid off of it, a layer of purple crepe paper concealing the contents of the box. Behind it, is a black floor-length dress with slits on both sides, a deep neck, an exposed back, and spaghetti straps. The fabric's breathable but not sheer.