Hunter x Hunter oneshots

Disappointments- Hisoka x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex (semi-explicit), cheating, swearing, toxic relationship, slight yandere Hisoka towards the end
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It was late, 3 am to be exact, and Hisoka was still not home. You even texted him and called multiple times, receiving no answer.

Usually, this wouldn't be an issue. Hisoka is out all the time until ungodly hours of the night, but this time was different. He had promised you earlier he would be home before 11 pm so you two could spend time together, and it was rare for Hisoka to break such a promise.

"Where the hell is he?" You grumbled, upset that you were wasting time waiting on him like this. "If he isn't home by 4, then I'm going to bed. I can talk to him in the morning," you decided.

It was now an hour and 10 minutes later, making the time 4:10 am. You were disappointed, the urge to spend time with him completely gone.

'I can't believe he did this,' you thought, walking up the stairs and into your shared bathroom.

If your friends were here, they'd be telling you, "I told you so," and laughing. None of them liked Hisoka, which is understandable.

Hisoka's make up was organized neatly in the corner, something you did for him earlier because he kept complaining about how messy it looked.

You sighed as you reached for your toothbrush, "Asshole."

"Who's an asshole?" A voice asked from behind you, causing you to jump and drop your toothbrush on the floor.

Once you realized who it was, you were quick to yell, "What the hell, Hisoka? Do you even have an idea of what time it is right now? Do you?"

He chuckled, tilting his head as he walked toward you, "It's 4:19 am, correct? Or is my ability to tell time a little off due to the alcohol?"

Now that he was in the light, you could see it, the marks that littered his neck.

"Ah, these?" Hisoka said, pointing at the marks. "I received them from a pretty little blonde tonight, but don't worry, she didn't taste half as good as you do," Hisoka continued, not bothering to hide anything.

In fact, you would even say he was enjoying the way his words affected you.

You on the other hand felt sick. "W..what? Why?"

He shrugged, "I was getting bored, needed a little excitement. I'm sure you understand."

But you didn't, you didn't understand at all. You weren't the type to get drunk and cheat, and you never thought Hisoka was either.

"Did you at least think of me when you were having sex with her?"

He leaned against the counter, eyeing his makeup stacked neatly in the corner with a smirk, "Of course I did, darling."

"Then w-"

"I imagined her screams were yours, that it was you clenching around my cock, begging for more," he continued, cutting you off. "But I suppose that doesn't fix anything, does it?"

"You're sick," you said, pushing past him and leaving the bathroom.

You decided you were leaving, that you were unable to sleep in the same house as him, that you were unable to move past this.

Grabbing a bag, you started throwing clothes and other necessities inside. "We are over."

"Over?" Hisoka asked, barely containing a laugh. "We aren't over until I say we are."

"It doesn't matter what you say, Hisoka. We are over. Done. No longer together."

He pouted, walked over to you and took the bag from your hand, "Oh, but I believe it does matter."

You stood up, attempting to grab the bag back from him, "Give it back! I'm leaving."

"You leave and I'll kill you, and I really don't want to kill you, darling. So sit down like a good little pet and listen."

Fear, pure fear is what you felt. You've felt plenty of blood lust in your life, but none like this.

"Good, now go to sleep. I'll put everything away and don't worry about breakfast in the morning, I'll make it."