Hunter x Hunter oneshots

Mine- Hisoka x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, light swearing, typical behavior from Hisoka
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You knew it was wrong, leading your friend on like this, but you couldn't help it.

Hisoka had popped up, had his way with you, and left, not even bothering to help you clean up. It hurt your feelings to say the least.

It's not exactly ideal, being Hisoka's fuck toy.

So when he leaves, not uttering a single goodbye or acknowledging your existence, you feel empty and you want to be held.

Which is why your friend is currently on your couch cuddled up next to you.

"I don't get why you keep seeing him," Lorenzo said, raking his fingers through your hair.

It was no secret that Lorenzo was in love with you, he has said it himself. He was willing to drop everything to be by your side.

"I lo-," you stopped yourself mid sentence, deciding it would be best to not tell your friend you were in love with the magician. "I like the sex."

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, not understanding how you are willing to hurt yourself because 'the sex is good.'

"I'm sure there are others who can fuck as good as him, stop hurting yourself for stupid reasons."

You buried your face in his leg, wishing it was as simple as that, "You wouldn't understand."

It's true, how could he understand a situation you haven't told the truth about? Sure, it's selfish of you to use Lorenzo like this, but you couldn't help it.

"I wouldn't understand?" He repeated, laughing. "Please tell me you are being sarcastic."

Confused, you looked at him, "What?"

His face fell, the smile replaced with a frown, "You can't be serious right now."

"Lorenzo, seriou-"

"I've literally been in love with you for 3 years," he said, staring down at you. "You know how long that is? How many nights I have spent awake, listening to you cry about the same man?"

You frowned, the guilt weighing you down, "I didn't ask you to fall in love with me."

"And I didn't ask to be your emotional support boy toy, but look at me now."

Sighing, you sat up and pulled him into a hug, one which you were sure he'd reject, but when he didn't you held him tighter.

"I'm sorry, truly, and I do love you," you said, pulling back from the embrace.

Lorenzo nodded, understanding what you meant when you told him you love him.

"You just don't love me the way I love you."

A clapping noise caught you off guard, causing you to jump and Lorenzo to hold you close to him.

"That is correct. (y/n) does not, and will never, love you," Hisoka said, stepping into the living room.

There was slight blood lust radiating off of him, enough to make Lorenzo tense and you uncomfortable.

Hisoka glared at Lorenzo, unhappy that the man was touching you in ways only he was allowed to.

"Leave."

It didn't take more than that for Lorenzo to shoot out of your house, Hisoka's glare following him every step of the way.

You stood up, angry with the way Hisoka was acting, "What the fuck?"

His eyes were on you, the glare still present.

"You're mine, so why the hell was another man touching what's mine? Care to tell me why?"

Confused, you shook your head, "I am not yours."

You wish you were, though.

Hisoka walked over to you, gently pushing you onto the couch, "Remember earlier, I asked you, 'Whose needy little slut are you?' and you answered, 'Yours,'  you remember that, right?"

"Yes, but tha-"

His hands were already under your shirt, "I never thought I'd be jealous over something like that," Hisoka said, talking over you as he unclasped your bra.

"Go ahead, finish your sentence, darling," he said, his hands slipping down to your jeans, working on undoing them.

A shaky breath left your lips, both aroused and annoyed with the man in front of you, "That shouldn't mean anything, we are just friends."

"Friends don't know the way you taste."

He was right, friends do not know the way you taste, and they sure as hell don't fuck every night.

You rolled your eyes, "friends with benefits then."

Hisoka paused, his lips lingering on your neck for a moment, "What if I want more than a friends with benefits deal."

'Is he being serious?' You honestly could not tell, but either way you agreed.

You pulled yourself out from under him, halting his movements, "Now is not the time for jokes, Hisoka."

"I'm not joking, (y/n)," he responded, looking you straight in the eyes. "If I had to spend the rest of my life with one person, I'd pick you."

"But-"

Hisoka sighed, pushing himself off the couch so he could stand, "If you're going to reject me, let it be known that we won't stop fucking, unless you want to stop, but I'm sure that's not a thought that has ever crossed your mind."

"I'm not rejecting you," really, you aren't sure what you are doing. The man you've been in love with for years is admitting his love for you, so why aren't you jumping for joy?

"Then what are you doing, because you aren't reciprocating these feelings either."

Hisoka wasn't one to be nervous, like ever, but right now he was sure his cause of death would be a heart attack.

"Don't get me wrong, I've been in love with you for years, I'm just a little shocked is all," you explained, watching Hisoka perk up.

"So," you started, twiddling your fingers awkwardly, "What does this make us?"

Hisoka shrugged, "Well, we can either continue as fuck buddies or we can date."

You nodded, "As much as I love being your fuck buddy, I think I'd like to be your girlfriend as well."

"I was hoping you'd say that."