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6. 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯

chapter title: paint her in crimson
category: smut [[ knife play / blood kink ]]

a/n: one of my comments a while ago asked for more knife and blood play so here definitely an acquired taste but i don't judge.. sorry i'm a little rusty

Hisoka had a scary amount of skill when it came to knives, blades, daggers, and most notably, his playing cards.

He was also a master at observing people, particularly you. He didn't miss the way you regularly got flushed at the sight of him with a blade in his hand, whether said blade was for killing someone or chopping vegetables for dinner.

A strange fascination he had discovered in you, yet you never admitted to it. Even after he asked time after time what would make your sex life more thrilling, more enjoyable for you. You never brought it up.

But still, your eyes lit up with lust and fear when he had a playing card between his fingers, ready to slice through anyone or anything.

One afternoon he decided to put his observations to the test.

At his command, you sat on his large bed looking pretty and wearing the bright red lingerie he bought for you earlier. He was in the other room, making you anxious for him to come back.

Minutes went by without any sign of him coming in, except for the sound clanging of metal coming from the kitchen. You stretched out on the bed and gave a deep sigh. The sex better be good for him making you wait this long.

He came in, with one hand turning the door knob and the other behind his back. You sat up abruptly to give him your attention.

"Don't you look pretty in red?" He cooed and you softened. "I have been wanting to try something new," He pulled the knife from behind his back. "What do you think, dear?"

You backed away not knowing his intention. In fact, your first thought was that this was some scheme to kill you.

"What do you mean?" You kept your voice level.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. I was just thinking we could play around a little. Only if you're okay with it, of course." He gestured with the knife in his hand.

The cold metal caught the light as well as your attention. Your eyes trembled and your throat felt tight but still, you nodded your head.

You wanted to try.

"We can try." You said softly. Innocently. But the growing warmth between your legs told a different story.

He took the knife and slid it under one of the straps of your top. With very little effort, it cut apart.

Graciously, he leaned down and took your breast in his mouth, sucking and circling your perky nipple with his tongue. His free hand massaged your other breast and traced around your nipple through the fabric with his finger.

You sighed from the pleasure.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

A slightly nervous smile with trembling eyes met his golden one. "Mhm."

The intimidating power he had over you made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. The threat of the knife in his hand heightened your adrenaline.

"Give me a kiss." He raised the tip of the knife to your chin to lift your head up. You tried your hardest not to make any sudden moves, but quivered nonetheless.

The control he had and gentle touch of the knife against your skin made it all the more sweet. He had the ability to spill you blood on the floor, but she chose to be gentle against your soft skin.

"Mnnm.." You moaned into the kiss and he smiled against your lips.

He threw the knife into the wall, then did that magic trick where he would spin his hand in front of your face then have a playing card between his fingers as he brought his hand back up.

Your heart beat faster. Playing cards looked best between his fingers and enhanced by nen.

"I'll be careful, dear. I know how delicate you are." He said while practically playing with his card against you. It was cool against your skin as he lightly dragged it on the flat side.

You panted softly.

He pressed the thin card against your throat drawing a small bead of blood. He took it away from your skin to inspect it. Dragging his tongue along the side of the card and smirked at you. "Don't look away. Look at me." He said with a low voice.

He cut the other strap of your top and took it off you, laying you back on the bed. He traced his card from your chest to your underwear, not cutting skin but gently grazing you instead.

"Try not to squirm too much."

He pulled your panties down and dragged his tongue across your already wet pussy. "Hisoka.. please."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me."

"Now remember, dear, you asked for this."

He teased your clit with his tip before slowly sliding himself in. You gasped when his tip tapped your cervix. He filled you all the way and still had an inch or so left.

"So tight.." He said under his breath.

He got comfortable with one hand around your thigh and the other holding a card against your throat.

"Does this excite you as much as it excites me?" He asked and you nodded your head gently.

Slow he started to fuck you with his card against your throat, slamming his dick against your cervix. Occasionally your crimson blood smeared against his porcelain skin. Hisoka gave the red roses that bloomed from your cuts an occasional kiss.

"Faster.. Hisoka.." You moaned softly and he listened. He thrusted repeatedly, pounding in like he was trying to fit every inch impossibly into you. Pleasure ran through you like a drug. He sped up.

"It feels so good.." You groaned.

His hips bounce against your ass and his almost ragged breathing tightens the feeling in your stomach. His dick feels so good the way he fucks you. The consistent slapping of his hips almost makes you forget about the card against your throat. Almost.

The pin-like feeling everytime you got too close reminded you. You try to swallow your upcoming orgasm but the effort was futile.

You clenched around his length and he let go of the card. He came in you, filling you even more than you thought was possible. He moaned, thrusting a few more times into you.

The card drifted in the air before falling by your side.

"Maybe next time.." You started then caught your breath,

"You could hold a real blade against me."

Hisoka smirked as he looked into your glassy eyes. Such innocent eyes for a deviant and daring woman. He wiped some warm blood that trickled down your (s/c) skin.

"I will try anything. Especially for you, (y/n)" He said and he knew he was with the right woman for him.