Toyed [hisokaxreader]

~Chapter Twenty-Seven~

WARNING: SMUT ;)

"The best I've seen in a while, yeah," you said, trying to get what you wanted.

"Was it, my dear fruit?~" he replied, his tone getting viscously darker.

You moved inches from his face, and taking his usual tone you said, "What are you going to do about it, Hisoka my sweet?~"

This sent him over the edge. He grabbed your throat and slammed you against the wall. His face showed anger, but also lust. Honestly? He seemed impressed. And turned on. Very turned on.

His eyes trailed your body up and down, but this was your night. The last time you two had sex, he took the lead. Not tonight. 

"Like what you see?" you taunted. 

Hisoka licked his lips and nodded. 

"Well," you said, walking into the hand that was still around your throat, "you'll have to try a little harder tonight, my dear~"

Staring deep into his eyes, you took more steps forward. Every step you took, he took one back, all the way until he sat himself on the bed.

You placed yourself on top of him, and straddled his lap.

Slowly, painfully, you dragged your hands up the sides of his body, going under his shirt. Your cold hands went in direct contrast with his warm skin, sending shivers up his spine.

Running your hands back down, you lifted up the bottom of his shirt and took it off.

You gave yourself a second to look at the toned man underneath you. 

How did I end up so lucky?

You resumed eye contact and pushed his chest so that now he was laying on the bed.

You got off of him, and he sat up to watch what you were doing.

You briefly glanced back at him, but turned around completely to undress. You were going to make him wait. And, you were going to enjoy it.

Once you had taken your shirt off, you turned back around to let him see.

It was all he could do, holding himself there, holding himself back.

His eyes hungrily travelled up and down your body, and you could definitely tell he liked what he saw.

You walked back over to him, naked. 

Your heart was pounding, you were so nervous. But you were not going to let him get what he wanted.

Hisoka still sitting on the bed, you pulled his pants down, leaving him with his boxer tent.

You pulled those off too, briefly making eye contact before dropping to your knees and wrapping your lips around his tip.

You slowly bobbed your head up and down, swirling your tongue every once in a while, reveling in the tremor his body gave every time you did.

He was gripping the sheets tightly, and you knew he was almost finished.

You looked up at him, seeing his head thrown back and eyes closed in bliss.

So, you stopped and got off your knees.

You wiped your lip with your thumb as he stared at you with awe, frustration, and an animalistic possessiveness, like he was trying his best to let you have your fun at his expense. 

You gestured at him to move back further on the bed, and he did.

His back now against the wall, you climbed on top of him and started making out.