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4. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

chapter title: interruption
category: smut
[[oral sex f receiving, fingering]]

You were laid back on your bed, drawing with your sketchbook held up against your thighs while Hisoka sat next to you. Lazily, you started a drawing and filled the silent room with the sound of your pencil scratching against the paper.

Hisoka didn't care much for your little hobby for one reason: when you got ' in the zone ' he was left with no attention from you.
He sighed to himself and stared at the ceiling until he came up with a good plan to interrupt your drawing session.

He patted you on the head to get your attention but then slid down to face your clothed privates and wrapped his hand around the outside of your thighs. If the sketchbook wasn't in the way, he'd be making direct eye contact with you.

You put your pencil down by your side and went to move your sketchbook but he stopped you.

"No, no, keep drawing, (y/n). Don't take your eyes off the paper." He told you while continuing to get closer. 

He spread your legs apart causing the sketchbook to fall back but you caught it with your hand.

"Right now?" You asked him hesitantly as you knew what he was going to do.

"Keep drawing or I'll stop. It's up to you, butterfly." You hesitated before picking up the pencil you put down earlier. With a slightly quivering hand, you continued the drawing.

He pulled your pants out of the way but kept your panties on. Even through the fabric you could feel quite a lot. You forced yourself to keep focus on the artwork in front of you, but it was difficult when he placed his finger so close to your clit.

You could feel a pulse start between your legs, and your body was growing warmer by the second. He hadn't even started but he elicited this reaction out of you.

He added pressure and rolled small circles around your clit. It was still easy enough to keep your sketchbook in your lap and your pencil in your hand. You moaned softly, earning yourself a small smirk from Hisoka.

He continued to draw circles around your clit until he grew too impatient. He pulled off your panties and admired your glistening cunt.

"So wet, just for me." He said before sticking two fingers in your pussy. The sketchbook was in the way so you didn't see it coming. You let out a cute gasp that egged him to keep going.

He thrust his fingers into you and waited until your walls adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

He slowly pushed his fingers in and out of you then surprised you by curling his fingers against your g-spot. "A-ahhh... Hisoka" The moan slipped past your lips. You had arched your back and completely disregarded the sketch in front of you. "Remember what I told you, (y/n)~" You shut your eyes and tried to regain focus on drawing.

He kept doing that until you got used to the sensation then took his fingers out and placed them on your swollen clit. You bucked your hips against his hand to gain friction but he refused to give it to you.

He loved to tease you and see you squirm beneath his touch.

He took his hand away and wrapped it around your thigh. With the short break you could continue with your sketch. It was coming out horribly.

You could feel his breath cold against your wet folds. Your legs started to tremble so he held them down harder.

"You're all mine. You like that don't you, (y/n)?" and you nodded your head. "I want to hear you say it." "I like it when you do that." You moaned out in a voice you could hardly recognize.

He licked your wet hole ignoring the way his nose hit against your pussy. He just wanted to get a taste of all the slick your body made for him. You always tasted so good to him. He fucked you with his tongue before moving on to drag his tongue to your engorged clit.

You couldn't hold back the satisfied noises that came from you. You had only gotten more and more sensitive since he started.

He kissed the sensitive spot then started to suck on it. You rolled your eyes back and indulged in the pleasure that only Hisoka could give you.

"Keep drawing. Be good to me." He told you in a threateningly sweet voice. Subconsciously, your grip on your pencil had it creaking under the pressure.

You didn't want to break it.. it was one of your favorite pencils. But the overwhelming pleasure made it hard to stop squeezing it in your fist.

He teased your twitching pussy with his fingers while he sucked and drew circles around your clit with his tongue. Even trying to draw while he was doing that was making your eyes water. Your lines were starting to get sloppier and shaky.

"I can't- I can't keep drawing," You stuttered out desperately with tears piling up in your eyes. He took the sketchbook and pencil out of your hands and tossed them to the side, "That's alright. Just cum for me. Now." He commanded.

You grabbed him by his hair and shoved his face into your pussy. The combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth sucking on your clit drove you to your climax. He flicked your clit back and forth while you came. His heart swelled when you cried out his name during your orgasm.

You laid back on the bed, exhausted and a little frustrated. Your sketchbook was still sitting on the bed at a weird angle from being tossed.

You probably could've gotten that drawing done by now, had Hisoka not interrupted. Now you were too tired to even think about finishing it.

Hisoka laid next to you with a smug look on his face. He pulled you over to rest on his muscular chest.

It was always like this after he ate you out.

"You're very good to me, (y/n)." He praised you as he wiped the half-dried tears off your face. He liked to clean up the mess he made of you.

In short: You never finished your drawing.