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Hisoka X chubby reader NSFW

"Okay darling, was this your card?"

You nod, the fingers before you flashing an ace of spades.

The train would arrive to your destination by tomorrow's late afternoon, so it being only evening, you had much time to spare.

Which is how you'd found this odd fellow in the dining car, he having slid into your booth for a trick or two.
The man was quite chatty, in a spitting image of a mime or clown, with crimson hair tousled upwards and funny looking clothes.

He was getting friendlier by the minute it seemed, intrigued by how you'd process the speed of his fingers or what was behind the cards that made everything flash before your face.

"Well, that's all I have for today." He chuckled, you having realized the small talk you'd made during it all.
"Maybe I'll see you again soon, but it's getting late. Goodnight, y/n." The man gave a hint of a smile as he stood whilst you collect a parting goodbye for him.

There was a large chance you'd see him again, as a train wasn't exactly the largest of spaces.

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Sleep is impossible.
The dull clacking of the train and soft bumps on the cheap mattress of your train room snap you to a better idea-
Perhaps a walk around would tire you out, you'd find something to fiddle with along the way.

Still in loungewear, the wood floorboards of the locomotive squeak something obnoxious that was muffled by the din of the usual train noise.

"Hisoka."

Your lips had moved on their own, upon seeing the man in the hall with a handful of the playing cards from earlier.

The redhead spots you and flashes a signature smile.
"Y/n, didn't expect to see you out so late."
Yet it was said with a hint of the fact that he somehow did intend to see you sometime now.

Awkwardly returning the gesture, you lean against the window with him and stare at his hands in silence, the flapping of the cards among his fingers a sharp but soothing sound.

"You know...there is one trick I haven't told you about..." he taps his index finger to his bottom lip in thought with a sigh, eyes at the ceiling.

"Now I haven't practiced this one yet, so you'll have to go easy on me. Pick a card."

Your fingers pluck something from the ones fanned out at you, he swishing the deck around like a game of cat's cradle.

He soon goes through the whole deck of cards before you, the card you'd chosen wasn't even there. "Oh my...it appears I've lost the one you picked. But I think it might be..."

Hisoka trails off and swipes long fingers to the clothes at your midriff, expertly fishing them from under them a king of hearts-
Your card.

How'd he gotten it there of all places? Is what you can't answer as you shuffle bashfully at the man's charm.

"I have other tricks for that too, if you don't think it's too late."
This time his voice is a bit more hushed, having said it with the cards in a fan over the lower half of his mug like a dainty woman.

"N-no, it's really not..." you gulped and felt a hand snake to your waist.
"Mm...good, good, it'll be a bit of a noisy thing, so I suggest we go back inside for it."

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His dexterity was good for more than just card tricks- the way they flicked between your legs, the bittersweet pain of the pressure they applied on your skin.

Hisoka's hands groped your hips and thighs down in place in the mating press positon, the both of you up until now having been getting frisky with these body tricks.

The both of your clothes were tossed somewhere in the room, the train room bed squealing with every movement as the clacking of tracks hid the sounds you made when a tongue brushed over a particularly sensitive spot.

The other's genitals were pressed to yours, pinning you down with his hips as you hoped that the heat you were radiating didn't get to him.
The both of you were rubbing against each other like animals with an itch, Hisoka purring words of praise at your neck as he began to position himself.

Your legs were being spread apart almost as wide as they could go, with the body before you putting all it's weight in on fucking you to the point where your voice was a jumbled mess.

For a brief moment you wish it doesn't end, you want to be fucked like this over and over again nonstop.
Yet all things are temporary, this session being no exception.

A loud grunt as you'd washed over, and that was it.

A mellow end, as you both do what you can to clean and collect your belongings.

"G-goodnight, Hisoka."
He turns around to face you as he's all set to go back to his own room, a warmer smile than ever pooling on his face.

"See you again soon, y/n."

And your room door shut the same way he came in behind him.