~♡Gonkillu Oneshots♡~

Just a Game

Smutty Smut :3

It was just supposed to be a week. A week of pretending they were madly infatuated, just so they could end it all with some large argument.

Killua didn't think he'd end up in the bed of the man he despises.

But Gon's hands were on his waist, and Killua was being pinned by the feeling of warm lips all over his neck and the weight of a muscular body grinding him down. The way the man's hips moved was something else- he had Killua spewing out heavy curses with every breath.

"Gon, fuck, Gon-" Killua groaned, his hands tugging full fistfuls of that soft, green hued hair. He didn't want to like this. Why should he? If he had the option, Killua would've offed Gon forever ago. But fuck, everything Gon was doing was just like fucking magic.

"Mmh..." Gon hums against Killua's neck, his teeth lightly grazing against the skin. "Those sounds are so cute, it's stupid."

And Gon was so fucking right, because everything leaving Killua's lips right now was stupid. Everything that's come out of his mouth in the recent span of 5 minutes is stupid.

"Well you might as well just fuck me if you're really gonna play such an obsessive role in my life!" Killua had shouted earlier, rather sarcastically, mind you. And it seemed either Gon had no idea what sarcasm was, or he had been waiting to have Killua like this for a hot fucking minute.

Definitely the latter. 

And hell, the blue-eyed boy would be lying to himself if he said he never thought about Gon naked. If he said he never got too curious picturing those rough and calloused hands on his body. If he said he's never done unspeakable things to himself because his hormones were through the roof when he looked at Gon.

"I hate you," Killua manages between a few soft gasps, his head tilting back far as those wet lips marked him all up like he was a late homework assignment needing to be graded. And god, Killua wanted Gon to do him like homework in this case, and smarts had absolutely nothing to do with the matter at hand.

Gon's chuckling softly, the sound a vibration against Killua's skin and making him shudder intensely. "You hate me so much you want me in your pants? Yeah, Zoldyck, I can see that making sense."

"Go fucking f-fuck yourself," Killua hisses out, but he's pulling Gon's lips harder against his pale skin and moaning as those teeth dig into him. And of course, he should have only expected something sarcastic as Gon's response, because those hands are digging into the hem of his pants and he's whispering,

"You mean fuck yourself? Got it, baby."

Fuck. Killua's melting. This idiot knows just what to say. Whether it's the most degrading thing ever or praise as high as the heavens itself, Gon's lips have Killua descending. He's not into all that kinky shit, hell no- But with Gon... Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

"Touch me- Fuck, you're disgusting. I need your hands on me."

Every word that came out of those lips were contradicting one another, amusing the absolute hell out of Gon as he kept working the boy up, his voice alone seeming to do wonders to Killua. And it makes him wonder whether this boy was always so filthy? Because the way that he reacted to such small things that he did were far beyond normal. Gon doesn't really care what's going through that pale boys mind, though, he just keeps feeling him up and kissing his neck, digging his teeth into just the right dips and working fucking magic. 

Killua digs his hands into Gon's hair for a moment, pulling him back by a fistful of strands and trying not to let out that obvious whine of disappointment that lingered on the tip of his tongue. "You're going to fuck me right now, or I'm going to walk out and leave you with an untouched boner."