His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter twenty three

Casually Emerging out from the darkness, Hisoka strolled towards you, the streetlights gliding over his sharp features.  There was a deep cut on his cheek, and small flecks of hair fell attractively down in front of his face.

"oh my, how wonderful that throw was. You must teach me how to do that sometime" he said lowly, still coming closer

"Sorry, I wouldn't have done it if I'd know it was you, Hisoka" you said with a sigh, your voice laced with disinterest. You didn't have the time or the patience to deal with this right now

"hmm you remembered my name. That's good"

Considering that you should probably play nice with one of your heist buddies, you approached him unenthusiastically, reaching a hand up to his cheek. He remained still, sharp eyes analysing your every move. Although he might not look like it, this man was daring and cunning, extremally intelligent to the point that he had evaluated your entire physique the moment he first looked at you.

Your hand settled gently across his cheek, noticing the polished silkiness. A faint red glow emitted from your palm as you used your ability to commanded the blood to clot and the cut to heal. In moments, all that was left was a drip of dried blood where the flesh had once been opened.

Instinctively pulling your face towards his, you stood up on your toes to slowly drag your tongue along the blood, savouring the metallic aftertaste it left in your mouth. You couldn't help it, he was such a mystery, you just wanted to know what he tasted like. Nothing more than pure curiosity. He watched you hungrily, and licked his lips, emitting a low growl of approval as he imagined more obscene fantasies involving your tongue.   

Stepping back, you decided to remove yourself from the spicy atmosphere that was building up.

"There. Now I don't owe you anything"

Before you could retreat any further, a firm arm snaked its way around your waist and you were suddenly pulled with such brute force into the muscular chest in front of you. 

What am I thinking? Enticing him like that? Licking his FUCKING FACE?! Y/N are you an idiot or are you just plain stupid?

But... Hisoka is weirdly mysterious and attractive. Obviously very powerful. And MY GOD those biceps. I wonder what he's like in bed...

For Fucks Sake! Stop it!! You have Feitian. Do you not remember what you almost said to him last night? What about the scarf you are wearing right now? GOD, I hate myself for being so weak minded.

But... being this close to the magician is making my heart race. I have to stop thinking about him in bed, with those muscles and that thin waist that I could wrap my legs around and those eyes...

What the fuck is wrong with me?! Can you not control yourself for one god damn minute        Y/N?! You horny FUCK. Get a goddamn grip.

Ugh this internal monologue is so bipolar, Can the author just make up her FUCKING MIND?!

The confliction on your mind didn't seem to reflect on your face. You tried to push yourself off him, but his grip around you only tightened.

"I could break every single bone in your body right now in an instant. Don't tempt me. Let. Go." You sneered, now ultimately being pissed off.

"But where's the fun in that" he purred still holding onto you

You grabbed his arm and began to dislodge the bone structure in his right forearm. Satisfaction showed on your face as you saw him wriggle in discomfort- not quite pain but irritancy. His grip on you slackened and you took this opportunity to shatter his forearm, and push yourself away. To your surprised he moaned, letting his obliterated arm fall limply to his side.

He growled, a slight tone of urgency to his voice
"I heard you last night. You weren't screaming nearly as wildly as you should have been"

"And what would you know?" you spat

"you and I are one in the same, didn't you know? We both know what immense desire comes from pain. inflicting and receiving" He put a special emphasis on the last words

Switching on your cocky demeanour, that was mainly used as a self defence mechanism, you cocked your hip and folded your arms over your chest, smirking.

"I'm afraid, my dear hisoka, that If I let loose on you, you would find yourself utterly and truly dead. You see, I have no interest in feeble play toys, so once I'm done with them, I discard them"

He moaned at this response, liking his lips and pushing his hips out (SHWING)

"Now you're the one tempting me [Y/N], keep this up much longer and I won't be able to control myself"

"you call this control? Hmph. Whatever, I'm bored now anyway"

You turned and walked away, past the unconscious body you had been busy with before being rudely interrupted. Without looking back, you took out a throwing star, make a small insertion on the palm of your hand and let the blood seep into the grooves of the weapon. You then threw it full force ahead of you and it whirled back, landing deep into the head of the man.

Hisoka grinned wickedly, "She has to be mine. I will claim her. Her power. I will force her to bend and yield. I will control her" And before he knew it, he had creamed his pants.