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The match hadn’t quite gone as expected. Admittedly, there were times when you swore Hisoka would win, thinking he may actually kill you… He had been pursuing you for so long, but given his history and demeanor, you’ve never been entirely certain if it’s sensual desire or bloodlust driving him – whether it’s romance or violence on his mind.
Perhaps they’re one in the same to him?
But it had been ruled a tie, and he seemed … pleased.
You had hurried out, wanting to clean up and bandage your wounds alone rather than risk sticking around for Hisoka, or anyone else, to find you.
It had been a long and confusing day already… the fight had been more enjoyable than you would like to admit, but playing into those thoughts seems too dangerous right now.
Yet, as the warm water pours over you, it’s all you can think about…
His handsome features haunt you every time you close your eyes, imagining the way he would smirk, and his eyes would light up every time they land on you. Especially during your little match.
It’s the most excited you’ve ever seen him, as if he could hardly contain himself.
So, why would he agree to a tie?
Why would he let you walk away like that?
The thought sends a shiver down your spine, only furthering your confusion as you shake your head and will the thoughts to shift to something more productive, like your next job.
The knob squeaks a bit as you turn off the water, standing for a moment to ring out your hair before grabbing the nearby towel to dry yourself off. The floor is cold against your bare feet as you shrug on a pair of shorts and a comfortable crop top before padding out into the living room, the quarters this high up in the tower being quite spacious and accommodating.
You don’t even make it to the kitchen before a rather coincidentally timed knock sounds from the door.
With some reluctance, you sigh and step closer, not thinking much of it before swinging the door open.
It should come as no surprise that Hisoka is waiting for you, a large grin spreading over his annoyingly handsome features, his hair still damp and face free of his usual makeup as if he had also just had a shower.
“Why, hello there, darling.” He lilts, greeting you enthusiastically with an air of seduction as his eyes rake over you. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Against your better judgement, you step aside and open the door wider, allowing him inside. “Did you need something?”
“Hm?” He hums in question, quirking a brow as he turns to face you while you close the door. “Oh, not particularly. I just wanted to check on you. We… roughed each other up a bit, darling.” He gives a soft chuckle and leans in to brush a hand lightly across your cheek where there’s still a small scrape.
You lean away from him, taking a step towards the kitchen where you lean against the counter and fold your arms over your chest. “That’s usually how fighting works. Considering you were my opponent, I’m surprised I walked away as clean as I did.”
His smirk broadens as an amused laugh parts his lips. “Oh, darling… you flatter me. You’re quite the match, in more ways than one…” His eyes trail over you again, one of his brows twitching once before he seems to force himself to meet your gaze again rather than continue to ogle you. “I had so much fun.”
“I didn’t think you’d be satisfied with a tie.” You admit, eyeing him warily. “Or is that why you came? To ask for a rematch?”
He hums again as he steps closer, thinking on his next words. “I have a feeling you can help with that satisfaction, darling. Have dinner with me. I have the reservation made already. 8 p.m. should be fine, yes?”
“That doesn’t really answer the question, Hisoka.”
“As much as I love sparring with you, darling… I feel that fighting you won’t scratch the itch I have. It’s…” He takes a breath, as if steadying himself and struggling to keep an even tone, the subtle twitch of his brow drawing your attention again like a small tell of what lurks beneath the surface. “It’s different with you.”
“I already have dinner plans.” You state plainly, though, your plans were honestly to just order in and eat alone.
“Well,” he takes a step closer. “Now you have better plans… with me.”
You sigh and roll your eyes, noting that he’s slowly closing the distance between the two of you. “That’s not happening, Hisoka. If that’s all you wanted, then you know where the door is.”
He smirks, biting his own bottom lip slightly as he leans in and places a hand at either side of the counter to cage you in, his nose almost touching yours. “And if I don’t leave?...”
“I’m tired, Hisoka.” His proximity doesn’t intimidate you, but it does threaten to bring a flush to your cheeks, especially as his eyes dart to your lips and he lets out a soft chuckle. Still, you hold your ground, tapping the underside of his chin to draw his attention. “The door…”
His smirk only curls wider, downright Cheshire fashion at this point, and his arms flex with restraint as he tightens his grip on the counter. “Yes, darling… the door is over there, and yet I’m still right here… refusing to leave.”
You press a hand to his chest, shoving him off with a bit more force than necessary and catching him off guard as he bumps against the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen a few feet away.
He groans softly, like a little hum of approval, but deeper in his throat – more hungry… His eyes meet yours again, those golden irises suddenly sharper and more serious than before as his smile changes.
It’s a knee jerk reaction to bolt away when he lurches forward, but he catches you with ease, slamming you against the nearest wall and pinning you there with a firm hand at your neck, though allowing enough room for you to breathe.
“Now now…” He mutters, clearly amused as you struggle against him. It’s no use… he hastily pins your wrists together above your head using his bungee gum. “Why must you be so stubborn, darling?”
“Fuck you.” You protest in return, glaring up at him as he tightens his hand at your neck.
“Oh?” He lilts, using his other hand to feel down along your body, letting out a soft moan of approval. “Is that a threat? Or an offer?...”
You wriggle against him again, but it’s all in vain. His nen keeps your hands in place and his body is too close to do much… the firm grip around your neck forcing your gaze to stay on him as he gropes along your body.
“God…” He says your name in a slightly higher pitch, clearly getting aroused. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long…”
“You’re such a-“
“What?” He interrupts you, squeezing your throat to cut off your words, as if knowing something harsh was about to be said. “I’m such a what?”
There’s nothing you can do except wait for his grip to loosen enough for you to catch your breath, his nose brushing against yours as he leans in. His lips part in anticipation as he watches you, clearly struggling to restrain himself at all.
“Cat got your tongue, darling?” He asks in a slightly breathless tone, already working himself up.
“Hisoka, don’t you dare –“ Your breath hitches as he presses his hips forward, grinding the rock hard bulge of his erection right against you.
“Oh, darling…” He groans softly, barely above a whisper as he rocks his hips in a very slow but steady rhythm against you before gripping your hips and lifting you just enough to force your legs around his waist.
You let out an unintentional whimper as his throbbing, but still clothed length more thoroughly grinds directly against your core, making you painfully aware of just how turned on you are despite your protests and struggles against him.
“I want you so bad…” He coos, letting his lips ghost across yours with every word without kissing you, still rocking his hips. “I’ve dreamt about you every night… every night… every time I close my eyes… I picture you… writhing beneath me… begging me…”
“Hisoka…” Your eyes flutter as you struggle again, trying to move, but he grips your hips firmer.
“Ah ah ah…” He smirks and lifts you away from the wall, hastily affixing your hands to the floor in the same position beneath himself before you have any opportunity to flee. “Don’t fight it, darling. We both know you want this… and I can prove it…”
You glare up at him, but can’t seem to form words, your brain unable to focus on anything other than the steady rocking of his hips as you’re now able to feel the weight of his body.
“I can prove it…” He repeats, whispering against your lips before leaning in for a kiss.
It’s soft at first, and unmoving, as if genuinely waiting for you to respond or not.
Unable to help yourself, your lips part, kissing him in return as he moans into your mouth and trails his tongue. His hips rock with a bit more force, making you moan too, which only urges him on as the kiss turns hungry and passionate.
He holds himself up on one elbow, using his other hand to roam over your body, moaning into your mouth before you feel his lips turn up into a smirk. Then, the sound of fabric ripping fills your ears as he tears your shirt from your body with ease.
“I can’t wait any longer…” He grumbles, moaning again as he kisses you deeper, making out with a sense of urgency as he reaches down to your shorts.
You try to protest, but your sounds are stifled by his mouth until his fingers slip easily along your already wet slit, making your breath catch with a surprised moan.
“Darling…” He breathes against your lips, parting from the kiss long enough to look you in the eyes as he rubs small, gentle circles over your sensitive clit with a small smirk. “Oh, I knew you wanted this… I knew you wanted me… don’t fight me, baby…” He switching his movements to glide up and down, making your eyes roll back when he speeds up to flick his finger over it. “You love this, don’t you?... Your body sure does… you’re so wet already…”
You let out another moan, unable to hold it back as he plays with your nub like it’s his damn life’s work, like he’s studied and worshipped everything about you. Which, as you open your eyes to look up at him, seems to be an accurate statement… his own eyes glued to you, watching every reaction and sound you make as he continues to pleasure you before slipping a finger into you without warning.
A shudder parts your lips in a shaky moan as he slowly works his finger in and out, moving so effortlessly with how aroused you already are, allowing him to slip a second finger in.
“God…” He moans, breathing heavily as he pumps his fingers steadily, feeling you clench around him. “Tell me you want this, baby… I know you do… tell me you want me…”
You try to hold on, try to remain sane, a defiant glint still sparkling in your eyes as you look up at him, but it only fuels him.
He moans again and captures your lips in another feverish kiss, distracting you as he withdraws his fingers. Before you have time to miss them, there’s suddenly a larger warmth pressing into you, making you moan as he begins to rock his hips to work it steadily further and further in with every gentle but demanding thrust… your dripping wet arousal making it easier for him as he grunts and lets out an extended groan when his hips press flush.
His entire length throbs within you, stretching you so pleasantly as he parts from the kiss enough to look down at you. “You… feel so… so much better than I imagined… god…” He moans your name softly, rolling his hips a bit deeper even though he’s already flush and making both of you whimper. “Fuck…” He starts rocking his hips slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as you both let out a steady string of sounds.
You have no idea how you ended up here, but he’s right… it feels so good… and you can’t help but hitch your legs higher around him to allow a better angle for his cock to stroke just the right spot, making your body tremble.
“Baby…” He breathes, moaning your name again. “Tell me you’re mine…”
That stubborn defiance sparks within you again as you try to remain silent, clenching your jaw briefly.
However, his eyes flick open, smirking down at you as he starts to speed up, his hips practically slamming into yours now as he growls. “You belong to me now… you’re mine… all mine…” He grips your throat with his free hand, forcing you to keep his gaze, his pace brutal but so good… His tone turning demanding and firm. “Say it.”
Your eyes flutter as you let out a soft whimper.
“Say it!” He repeats a bit louder, your body trembling slightly as you feel warmth building in your stomach down to your toes.
“I…”
“Fucking say it… right now…”
“I’m yours…” You moan softly, your body having already submitted, giving away just how much you’ve craved him despite your constant rejection and avoidance of him up until this point – there’s no use denying it further, especially not when he feels this good… “Yours, Hisoka…”
He lets out a long groan as he speeds up more. “Good girl... Fuck…” His eyes flutter and you can feel him tense, making you practically pant as you near the edge of your climax. “Fuck…” His eyes shut as he lets out another grunt. “Fuck… you feel way too good... I’m so fucking close already…” He whimpers again at a higher pitch before moaning shakily, his body shuddering a little as he looks down at you again.
You nod softly and lock your legs around his waist as he hits just the right spot with every thrust, making you see stars. “Me too… god… Hisoka… just like that… I’m so close… Hisoka..”
He mutters your name as he slams into you frantically, both of your bodies tensing. “Darling! .. Oh god! … Oh! I … I’m …”
You feel the bungee gum release from your hands as he slows his movements, so you immediately grip his hips and tug, coaxing him to speed up again.
He growls as his eyes flutter. “Fuck!”
The warmth spreads as you arch your back and dig your nails into his lower back, urging him on until you shudder and start to clench around him, crying out his name as you climax. Your toes curl and everything tingles, your eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming pleasure.
“Oh my g- …Fuck!” He cries out, his own body trembling with a few last pumps into you before he ruts deep inside where you can feel his length pulsing as his head lulls forward to rest against yours.
He’s panting breathlessly, his eyes shut as you both take a moment to ride out the last few twitches and aftershock of the intense moment you just shared.
Everything comes rushing to you all at once, realizing what you’d just done, and who you’d done it with. “Hisoka?”
He lifts up on one elbow to look down at you, a small but affectionate smile spread across his lips as he catches his breath, your legs still at either side of him while he remains fully inside of you. “Yes, my love?”
“We just…”
He chuckles softly and nods before pressing a small but lingering kiss to your lips. “The first of many, darling…”