#hisoka x reader lemon

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✦「Husband! Illumi Zoldck x Chubby! Wife! Reader」✦

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║ Illumi Zoldyck

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║ Hunter x Hunter

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║ 19,867

「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

❝ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ.❞

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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Now onto the smut :)

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

His hands caressed the bare skin of your back under your shirt, light fluttery touches that heated every inch of skin he stroked.

The male's face was hidden in between your breast, his pupilless optics closed as he breathed soundly. Your scent filled his nose, a scent that reminded him of the ocean breeze.

Like a splash of orange bergamot mixed with woody base notes, a freshness that was like a relaxing fragrance.

He could breathe that scent every day if he could. The smell of his wife, the only human - other than his younger brother Killua - that he dare ever 'exhibit' the emotion of love.

Your hands diligently ran through his sleek midnight black locks, never encountering a tangle or knot. Perfect silky hair, that you couldn't help but be jealous of a few times.

Tenderly you kissed his cold pale forehead, a contrast to your warm lips that radiated heat. It was an intimate moment, something Illumi wasn't used to executing but was gradually becoming accustomed to it.

Slowly the eldest Zoldyck son raised his head and indolently opened his orbs to gaze up at your face. You glanced down at him and smiled soothingly, continuing to run your hands through his hair.

His hand that ran up and down your spine intimately halted for a moment, his cold fingertips lingering on your skin.

"(Y/n)." He called your name in a quiet tone, you could feel the vibration of his speech against your stomach.

"Yes?" You answered him in a palliative manner on that quiet night.

"I really do care about you."

Your hands ceased their movement in his hair, your breath becoming caught in your throat for a second before you laughed gently.

"Oh, Illumi." You cooed and enclosed your arms around his head, pressing his face back into your chest. "I love you too."

The brunet found himself rolling his jade black optics before closing them again and continuing his tender strokes on your spine.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

A heavy sigh echoed from your lips. The memory of your intimate moment with your husband when you were freshly married danced across your vision like an old film.

Or more like a childhood movie that gave you a sense of nostalgia watching it years later. Gradually closing the child book in your hand, you gazed down at your son's sleeping face.

The frown on your lips twitched into a small smile that quickly fell asunder when you thought about the memory again.

Xenon's tranquil expression had you carefully relocate a lock of his midnight black hair out of his face. The six-year-old was a spitting image of his father and only really displayed your skin color.

His hair was lengthy, refusing to cut it so it was similar to his father. The same black pupilless optics retained a better vision than an ordinary individual.

When the boy grows up he'll look like a copy, taking almost all of the Zoldyck genes. You huffed quietly at the thought but leaned forward to place a tender kiss on his warm forehead.

"Goodnight, Xenon." You whispered silently and withdrew from his lavish bedroom. Quietly closing his door your attention trained down the hall at Illumi's office.

It has been a while since you've spoken to your husband, ages since you've held a decent conversion. He was either too occupied with work or out on an assigned mission.

You sighed wearily, your stomach abruptly feeling heavy as you ambled closer to his office. Knocking on it with the back of your fist, there was no response.

Behind the door, you could hear the sound of paper shuffling and the pressing of keys on a keyboard. You knocked louder, regarding a slight strain in your knuckles now.

This time you received a response.

"What is it, (Y/n)?"

You turned the diamond handle and peered inside the dim office. Your husband sat in his chair at his desk, his long nimble fingers aggressively typing away at something.

Stacks of paper decorated his table and the bowl of soup you gave him this morning was still uneaten. You frowned at the sight. It had been more than twelve hours since eleven o'clock am when you first handed him the dish.

He didn't even touch it. And you knew he hadn't left his office all day which meant that he was skipping meals.

"Illumi, my husband, why haven't you touched the soup?" You questioned him, fully stepping into the room and closing the door behind you.

The male simply hummed in response and shifted his gaze to a packet next to his laptop. Biting the inside of your cheek you strode forward and stood in front of his metal desk.

"Illumi, it's not good to skip meals just because you are busy. I know you can last days without eating but while you are home...I would appreciate it if you wouldn't underfeed yourself like this."

Your husband's tapping came to a halt, his pupilless orbs glancing up at your face for only a second before returning to his screen.

You took that as his response to your sentence and sighed profoundly. Striding around his table you paused behind him and lightly settled your hands on his broad shoulders.

"Illumi, it's late and I'm going to be retiring for bed. Will you...perhaps be joining me tonight? I would really appreciate it." You articulated with a hopeful expression displaying on your face.

For some time you've been sleeping alone at night, retreating to bed first with Illumi joining you much later only to wake first and leave you alone in the morning.

It had been like that for a long time and only once In a blue moon would he ever leave the safety of his desk to join you in bed.

You couldn't help but feel distraught by his actions but you knew Illumi was different than the normal person. He saw most things as useless and demeaning, a waste of time or bothersome.

But when he did care or attempt to ever show any emotion other than aloof or stoic, he was at least trying. It was the effort that counted and that's what really drew you into your husband.

You understood him unusually well, complimenting his lack of interest with your enthusiastic attitude. And your ability to always look for even the most minute details allowed for you to see the tiny smiles he may display or the small gestures he would do for you.

He was like dark rain clouds rolling in on a sunny day. Most wouldn't enjoy it for it being as if he was ruining a once bright day that held warm air and cool wind.

But to you, you didn't see him as such a misfortune. Yes, the glow of the sun might be gone now, but the soothing sound of rain pelting your roof was cathartic.

And the cool wind was palliative as you were able to bundle yourself in blankets and cozy up to the fireplace.

You found more positives in Illumi than negatives; a man that was just different than the rest but it did not mean he didn't deserve the same amount of love.

Even if he were busy every night, engrossed in his work or possibly being entertained by someone other than you, you still wouldn't love him any less.

Your love for your husband runs deep like the ocean and never strays from its origin. You don't want to lose the man who you believed was your only love, so you avoided speaking about any of your fears that might make him snap.

Or conveying confrontations that he would just ignore or propose to speak about on another day for he was too busy. You don't think your heart could handle such a thing if it were to transpire.

So you would just stay the perfect compliant wife for your husband.

There was no response for a moment before the male flipped the page in his document, "No, I have too much to do tonight. You shouldn't stay up waiting for me and compromise your health."

The smile instantly sank from your lips and your shoulders deflated. You could feel your throat tightening for a second as tears glazed over your (e/c) optics.

A sob was stuck in your throat, unable to echo out into the room. Attempting to sniffle quietly, you released his shoulders and shuffled back.

"A-Are you sure?" You sought, your voice growing weaker at the end.

He barely even nodded his head in acknowledgment. Heavy tears escaped your bottom lids and cascaded down your (s/c) hued cheeks.

For once you were glad Illumi wasn't looking at you. You would find it embarrassing if he noticed you weeping over a silly little thing.

He wouldn't fathom why the tears ran like a river from his rejection. And you knew he wouldn't do what you wanted because he just didn't understand.

A deep exhalation rang from beneath your lungs as you wiped the tears off your face and stepped toward his office door. Quietly you opened it, turning back slightly to get one more glance of your handsome husband before bedtime.

"Good night, Illumi. I love you, and please...get some rest."

Your husband's tapping halted and his gaze gradually rose to meet yours. His blank stare appeared rather longing for a moment with his lips twitching down into a frown.

Oh, that beautiful dark, jade black eyes of his always showed more emotion than his pale face ever would. You could see that emotion he refuses to admit he has surrendered to.

Or at least you think you can.

"Sleep well, (Y/n). Do not stay up late." He mumbled, tilting his head back slightly to smooth a knot in his neck.

His words made you smile scarcely, ambling back towards his desk. Your hands reached for his head and carefully - as if he was a newborn babe - held him securely.

You leaned down, your warm lips connecting with his cool forehead for a few seconds. Pulling back, you gave him a large closed-eyed smile.

"Ok." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you released his head and stepped out of his office, closing his door with shaky hands.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It felt as if eyes were observing you, staring holes into your frame that had your skin ignite. It was as if ants were biting at your flesh, irritating it and stirring you awake from your slumber.

Gradually you opened your (e/c) orbs and pulled the blanket from over your head. When you turned your head to the empty space where Ilumi lay, you did not expect to see your six-year-old son sitting with his legs crossed.

His jade black pupilless optics stared down at you with an observing gaze, almost too serious for his young age.

"Xenon..." Your voice cracked as you gradually slid up and leaned against the headboard. "What are you doing, little one?"

The boy hummed at your question and flicked a strand of his long hair behind his head. "I just missed you." He replied, voice almost void of emotion like his father.

You puckered your lips and crossed your arms under your chest. "That's cute but I know there's more to it."

"Father requested that I spend more time with you."

The two of you didn't say anything as you just stared at each other with blank expressions. It was eerily quiet in your spacious bedroom, the only sound coming from the open door of your terrace.

Swiftly before your son could react, your grasped his arms and pulled him against your body. His already large eyes went wide, grunting slightly as he fell into your lap.

"M-Mother!" He hissed, but you simply squeezed his frame against your plumper one. "Stop it this instant!"

"No~." You hummed, embracing him closer and peppering his face with kisses.

Your son grunted and attempted to shimmy himself free but your grip was much tighter than he assumed. "Come on, let me go. Your breath stinks."

You stopped hugging him, freezing like a statue before hurling the boy in the air and letting him fall on the bouncy mattress.

Covering your mouth, you turned away and steered to your bathroom.

"YOU DON'T EMBARRASS YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" You yelled in the echoing room.

"WELL, WHY DON'T YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH FIRST!?"

"WHAT DO YOU EXPECT WHEN YOU'RE RIGHT THERE WHEN I WAKE UP!?" Your voice was still loud through the closed door.

Xenon threw a pillow at your bathroom door and left a dent in the wooden barrier. "Just brush your teeth already."

You groaned from inside the bathroom and aggressively scrubbed at your teeth, vexed that your own six-year-old son called you out.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Staring at the closed book in your hand, you inhaled deeply and threw the thick object on the coffee table.

Air blew out of your nose like an animal as you began roaming aimlessly around the wing. For a while now you've been losing interest in things that used to give you joy.

It was hard to read, the exhilaration you used to feel in your chest reading a story no longer sparked within your heart and your attention now started to drift off the page.

You were angered that you couldn't read like you used to, and even more enraged at the fact that this lack of interest and focus was starting to gravitate towards your other hobbies and joys.

The days were rather quiet, lonesome as the span of time passed by. It felt as though the days were repeating, virtually the same every time.

However each day grew dimmer, your lack of interest soon being accompanied by your lack of self-care. You struggled to even leave your bed and take care of your body.

If it wasn't for Xenon who visited you early in the morning to awaken you and remind you to brush your teeth and eat, you would have never even done it for yourself.

Unfortunately, your dear soon would depart soon after for his lessons with his great-grandfather Zeno and grandfather Sylva, leaving you home alone in the wing.

It seemed as though you were seeing your husband less and less. The man left for longer assassinations and you couldn't help but feel as if he was intentionally disregarding you.

You were always someone that took on guilt, even if it was never your fault. You could have done nothing wrong and still feel as though you were the problem.

Blame it on your kind heart or blame it on your trauma, this was just how you were. A little too empathetic for the harsh world you lived in.

And you had to keep telling yourself the same things over and over again.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢.

That's what you thought. That's what you told yourself. But you couldn't help it when those dark shadowy thoughts rained over your head and whispered its deceit in your ears.

Some days it felt as though they sat upon your chest, weighing down on you and refusing to let you up. Just sitting there, whispering like it always does.

Gossiping about the same things again and again.

This is all your fault. It's because you're ugly. It's because you can't satisfy him anymore. It's because you're boring. It's because he doesn't need you anymore.

It's because you stress him out. It's because you're nothing special. It's because you can't do anything right. It's because you're emotionally unstable. It's because you push him away with your neediness.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"Ahh!"

You jumped in fright from the ringing noise that brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. Your heart still thumped audibly in your chest and you could feel the beads of sweat on the back of your neck.

Somewhere in the wing of the Zoldyck mansion, you were lost and paranoid. The surroundings to you are unfamiliar and foreign.

At the moment you were shaken up, you'll admit it and it was all from the shadow thoughts you tried to suppress.

With shaky hands, you grasped the (f/c) phone from the pocket of your apron and glanced down at the screen. A number you never expected to be calling was displayed across your cellular device.

Answering it, you called out in an uncertain tone. "H-Hello."

"(Y/n)~♥."

A breath you didn't know you were holding in was released. You laughed almost thankfully and scratched the top of your head.

"Hisoka, hey. I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you in so long. I've just...I've just been busy with family life. Taking care of Xenon...and Illumi."

The fuchsia-haired male hummed on the line. "I'll forgive you, for now~♠. Ignoring your oldest friend since childhood really puts a damper on my mood you know~♦."

A laugh reverberated from your mouth as you began retracing your steps and making your way back to your floor.

"Friendship? I think It was more of me using my nen to heal you every time I found you dying against my front door! Remember when you tried to kill me the first time!? We were only twelve years old, If I didn't have you sedated I would have been dead!"

It was silent for a moment before the two of you shared a laugh. A genuine laugh that had your mouth hurt from smiling.

"See, it all worked out in the end~♣!"

"You homicidal joker!" You snapped back in a playful manner before shaking your head. "Anyway, as much as I am thankful for your call, you wouldn't be contacting me for no reason."

One of your hands diligently grasped onto the railing as you carefully strolled up the swirling stairs.

"Ah, my little (Y/n), you are so smart~♥!"

"You are just flattering me, Hisoka. Now get to the point!"

"Fiesty girl~♦!" He hollered, laughing narrowly at his own words which caused you to roll your own eyes. "I'm going to be in town tomorrow and of course, I would like the chance to see my best friend~♠. We can go into the city do a little shopping, eat around, scout for strong competitors~♣!"

You laughed aloud, grasping the handle to your bedroom door and opening it with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Really!?" You sought, your voice rising and you could feel your eyes grow slightly wide. "I'm in for the shopping and food but please leave your odd lust for the strong out of it! I haven't been out of the mansion in years, let alone spoken with anyone else other than the Zoldyck Family!"

"I'm glad that you are excited but (Y/n), please don't leave the last part out~♥!"

"No! Remember what happened last time!?"

Before Hisoka could respond the voice of your son filled your room. "Mom, who are laughing with on the phone?" He inquired, only his head visible as he stuck it out from behind the wall.

"Hold up, it's Xenon." You placed your phone against your chest as if attempting the muffle any noise that could be heard. "It's just an old friend."

The boy pursed his lips, grumbling to himself slightly before revealing his full form. Unexpectedly, in a matter of seconds, Xenon was standing atop your bed, your phone in his hands as he hung up the call.

"What the- Xenon, what the hell!?"

You snatched the cellular device back from your child and crossed your arms under your chest. "That's rude of you, boy. Where are your manners?" You sought.

The midnight-haired boy let his legs give out so he could bounce on the mattress. His thigh-length hair sprawling around and his body and the bed.

"He sounded weird." He declared while gazing up at you with his pupilless optics. You opened your mouth to reply but the words were stuck in your throat.

'Damn, he's right though.' You thought. Awkwardly you laughed, rubbing the back of your neck while thinking about what to say.

"Well, Hisoka is a bit odd...but he has always taken care of me since we were children. Kind of like Killua and your relationship. Killua has babysat you multiple times and cared for you like a brother."

Your son jerked his head, his fingers playing through his hair while you took a seat next to him on the bed.

With the way the bed shook and how your son bounced on the mattress, heat rushed to your cheeks. Your fingers twitched from the mortification, you don't remember weighing so much enough to make such a huge reaction.

Xenon furrowed his brows at your face and frowned. "Mom?" He asked quietly.

"Oh, um!" A laugh reverberated from your lips. You placed a hand on the boy's head, feeling the texture of his hair under the tender skin of your palm. "It's nothing."

The boy observed you with attentive dark eyes. Your hand carefully migrated to his cheek where you began to caress his warm (s/c) skin. "I just love you so much, you know."

Slight, very slight color rose to his face as he dropped his gaze and puckered his lips. "I know." He murmured softly, letting you continue to rub his cheek intimately.

Another sigh left your lips, your chest feeling heavy once again until you remember your plans for the next day.

A chance to be out of this mansion, a chance to meet one of your oldest friends, a chance to not be bothered by the looming shadows that whispered like chaotic bugs when you were alone.

"Alright baby, it's almost time for dinner. I believe your grandmother wanted to eat with us today."

"That old hag?"

"Xenon! ...Make sure you don't call her that to her face."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Removing the towel from over your torso, you dressed in your undergarments while humming to yourself.

Turning around you glanced at your reflection and you could feel your fingers clench. You swallowed thickly, stepping closer to the wall-length mirror.

A shaky breath left your lips, it's been a while since you've looked at your reflection. No, really looked at it.

Your breath was caught in your throat, your teeth biting into your shaky bottom lip. You were much different than what you used to look like.

You don't look as good as you used to when Illumi first fell in love with you.

With a feather-like touch, you trailed your fingers down your sides. You noted how much accentuated your curves are now.

Your waist dipped in while your hips protruded outwards. You had to stop wearing your tight-fitting clothes and opt for more stretchy garments or dresses.

Not only did your mid-section grow in size but so did your bottom and stomach. Your bottom was much rounder, thicker with cellulite and stretch marks scoring your skin.

The same could be said for your stomach. Plumper and soft it was around your mid-section. A prominent scar below the curve of your bellow from Xenon's birth.

Slowly you rose your arms up and shook them, observing as the skin around your biceps jiggled and so did your thighs.

You were much bigger than what you once were, and maybe that's why your relationship with your husband has turned sour.

Illumi may have always had a blunt tongue but when he fell in love with you, he learned how to hold back from what he would think to not hurt your feelings.

That's why he stayed away, that's why he didn't kiss you anymore, that's why he wouldn't touch you.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

Your hands covered your face, your eyes wide as you struggled to breathe. It was compressing down on your lungs, clenching down on your throat.

As if you were hyperventilating, gasping, and wheezing while you fell to your knees. Curling into a fetal position, hiding.

It hurt, the way everything just throbbed. Your own thoughts made you ache with a pain that felt greater than a physical injury.

And then your phone rang.

The sudden sensation of your throat opening up and your lungs functioning again allowed you to breathe in the air you've been so desperate for.

Swallowing thickly it took you a few moments to collect yourself. Tears could be felt trailing down your face, trickling down your chin, and connecting with the skin of your chest.

It took a lot of energy to crawl yourself up onto your bed and grasp your phone that continued to ring. Answering it, your voice was much weaker than you intended.

"Hello."

"(Y/n)~♥. I'm almost to the Zoldyck estate, you better be ready for when I arive~♣!"

You let out a deep breath, wiping your face with the back of your hand while a weak laugh reverberated from your mouth.

"Ok, ok, I'm still getting ready so I'm going to hang up and finish dressing." The male hummed on the other line before hanging up and leaving you in silence once again.

You swallowed thickly, slowly lowering your phone and grasping for the lamp next to you on the bed. Once the cool metal touched the delicate skin of your palm, you snatched it and hurled it at the mirror.

Glass shattering echoed in the room, its shards connected with your marble flooring and dusting it with microscopic particles.

A little longer of just sitting in silence did you wait before you decided to get ready. It was around spring, warm with some cool wind so you decided on a periwinkle-hued maxi dress with thin straps around over your shoulders.

Lilia-white kimono dressed over your arms to conceal your upper torso as you slipped on a pair of open-toed wedges.

You didn't even want to look in the mirror again so you just blindly did your hair and make-up. There wasn't much you could do without seeing your reflection so you hoped you at least appeared decent.

A text buzzed on your phone, Hisoka was here at the front waiting for you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

When you sped out from the Zoldyck estate, The fuchsia-haired male gradually turned to face you and you watched as his jaw slackened.

"It's been 5 years since you were married and you look even more stunning than you did in that wedding dress~♦."

You could feel your cheeks warm up and your eyes widening from his words. "Hisoka!" Thankfully as you dipped your head, the floppy straw hat hid your flattered expression.

The male grinned from your reaction and came close, hugging your frame tight against his body. You could hear him inhale deeply, the scent of your perfume was rather strong today.

"You smell absolute divine, (Y/n). I could just eat you up~♥."

Biting your lip, you returned his hug tightly. It's been too long since you've had any physical contact with anyone that wasn't family, especially another male.

You've forgotten what it felt like. A hug, the feeling of someone's arms around you. Holding you tightly, pressing your face into their chest while their chin pressed atop your head.

The smell of a man, the fragrance of their strong cologne, the scent of their strength. You have really missed it all.

Gradually you softened into his embrace, holding back tears that wanted to flow like a rapid current.

"Hisoka..." His name came out of your mouth like a whisper that was muffled by his chest. "Hasn't anyone told you not to flirt with a married woman?"

Your long-time friend since childhood laughed aloud, you could feel the rumble of his speech against his chest on your own.

"How could I not~♣?" He asked, one of his hands caressing the base of your neck. "When the most beautiful woman in the world stands before me~♠."

His words made your heart skip a beat, the blood flowing rapidly through your veins like a flurry. How long has it been since you've received a compliment? How long has it been since you've felt good about yourself?

Any more of this and you just might fall in love with the fuchsia-haired Joker...

No, that could never happen. You loved Illumi with all your heart, with every fiber of your being. You're just feeling like this because you haven't had any male attention in years.

"Do not forget that I am married to Illumi." You reminded him, maybe even reminding yourself.

With slow careful motions, Hisoka pulled back while sticking out his long tongue. "As if a ring on your finger could ever stop me from getting what I wanted~♥. Don't you also think it is a bit more exciting when you have to sneak around~♦?"

You had to pull yourself away to hide the flattered expression on your face and remove yourself from his entrapping embrace. "Hisoka, please. You are too much, I swear." You told him lightly.

The joker just hummed playfully, a dazzling smile displaying across his porcelain-hued skin. "Just making up for lost time~♠!"

Shaking your head lightly, you gripped onto the straps of your purse and tilted your head down the road. "Come on; I'd like to make it into town before lunchtime."

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Your body felt heavy, striding into the kitchen and setting the treats from your afternoon getaway on the counter. The high of being out and laughing nearly every minute was starting to diminish and the reality of your home set in.

It was back to mundane quietness and lonely nights. But it should be alright; Xenon's messages of missing you were a pleasant reminder of your loving family.

The first thing you did was step into the hallway and reach for your husband's office. You knocked on it audibly, waiting for a response but you heard no noise from inside.

You quirked a brow, twisting the diamond handle and meeting absolute darkness. His lamp was turned off and from the light peering in from the hallway, you could see that his laptop was closed and even his packets were put away in his cabinets.

Confusion rang in your head, your husband had no mission today and if he did Kykyo usually messaged you so you would know.

Cautiously you shut the door and neared your son's room. He slept peacefully in his bed, his long hair sprawled out behind his head as he breathed rhythmically.

You attempted to make your footsteps as light as possible to reach his sleeping frame, and kiss his forehead tenderly.

Next time the both of you should go out into the city and spend some time together. If you asked nice enough Sylva should give the boy a day off of training.

He was rather fond of you, the whole Zoldyck family was. They appreciated your effort in taking care of Illumi and even spending your time assisting the family members in anything they needed.

You nodded your head, agreeing with the thought, and decided you would ask your father-in-law tomorrow.

Leaving your son to resume his tranquil slumber, your footsteps grew slower as you reached the other end of the hall and stopped at your bedroom door.

When you opened it, the sight of your husband sleeping on your shared bed was not something you expected.

The comforter piled at his hips, his bare toned chest glowing from the moonlight that streamed in. Even his hair glistened, sprawled behind his head just as Xenons were.

Illumi's appearance would have been genuinely relished in if it were not for your grim thoughts coming forward.

Every day you waited for him to join you in bed and he rarely ever did. When he would, it was never long enough for you to realize he was even there.

You pleaded and begged for your husband to leave to comforts of his office but all your work was always fruitless. And the day you go out to spend time with a friend is the day he finally rests in your room.

Fury spewed through your veins, skin ignited in vexation that you had to breathe deeply to settle. As much as you were enranged, you didn't want to disrupt his slumber.

He rarely slept, much less let down his barrier and relax. He needed his sleep and you needed to calm down.

With faint careful steps, you entered the connected bathroom and shed yourself of your clothes. You needed a shower from your long day out and hopefully, it could help you unwind.

Steam wafted into the room, the mirror becoming misty and fogged as you stepped into the shower. The firm beating of water striking your skin was relaxing, almost massaging your tense muscles.

Creeping down you set yourself on the floor of the bathtub, pulling your legs to your chest and shielding your face in the space of your knees.

You were relaxing alright but a little too much. Instead of fuming with rage, you were wallowing in self-pity. The weight of the circumstances, all your heavy thoughts just displaying past your eyes was hard to bear.

It's been a while since you've cried, it felt like admitting weakness and doubt that lingered in your heart. But at the moment you wanted nothing more to release that tight throbbing sensation in the back of your throat.

You tried to keep your cries quiet, silent almost to not wake your husband but that was harder said than done.

It was more difficult to hold back those vicious wails than it was to just to let it all out. Despite that you did it, Illumi's sleep meant more than the pain coursing through every possible vein on your body.

You loved him maybe more than you loved yourself.

...

After releasing your inner anguish and finishing up with your shower, you concealed your naked frame under a warm towel and entered the bedroom silently.

Your footsteps were near impossible to hear as you inched to your dresser and slowly opened the drawer.

Changing into your undergarments you reached for an oversized white shirt only for that wrist to get snatched and your back to collide against the walls.

A scream wanted to resonate from your parted lips but the hand around your throat ceased any cries for help.

Fear, something you hadn't felt in so long crept up your spine, and just like earlier in the shower, you released your fury with a set of tears that dribbled down your warm cheeks.

"(Y/n)."

Your head flung up, barely making out your husband's face in the complete darkness. You could hear him lean down and feel his warm breath against the shell of your ear.

"I don't appreciate you having fun with my acquaintance without my knowledge."

(e/c) optics widened at his words, your heart thumping in your ear as his other hand reached for the front of your towel.

"I don't like feeling jealous and right now, you're making me feel very, very jealous."

Gazing into the deep dark voids of his pupilless orbs you swallowed strenuously. "Illumi, my husband you can't be upset that I spent one day to me with someone I knew way longer than you." The words were hushed, well thought as you attempted to deescalate the situation. "I even texted you about my plans and all you said was, 'cool enjoy', it was obvious you didn't even look at it carefully."

The man was noiseless for a moment and that stillness made sweat ooze out of the skin on the back of your neck. It was haunting how he said nothing, expressed nothing and the gloaming was no help.

It wasn't until his hands migrated to your wrist, pinning them by your head on the wall did you feel the wrath of his ren encasing your body.

He was mad, he was angry...and he had no right to be.

Slipping one of your wrists free thanks to it being soft from lotion, you didn't even register your own hand swiping across his face and reddening his skin.

At the moment both of you appeared shocked, your husband's eyes widened more than usual and your own lips agape.

You would have apologized, taken back your actions but you realized that now is going to be the only time to communicate with your husband when you had his attention for the first time in forever.

"You are the one that is constantly busy, ignoring everything and anybody that wasn't your work." You snapped, unveiling your voice with every word.

"You are the one that neglects me! You act as if I'm a servant and even then I'm barely even a speck of dust that you acknowledge!"

Ripping your other wrist free from his hold you grasped your towel firmly by the front and tightened it across your body.

"You're mad that I went out once with a friend when every time I ask you to go out you either ignore me or give me excuses! As if I'm a bother that you can't wait to get rid of! And now that I enjoyed myself with someone else you suddenly want to give me your unwavering attention!?"

Your limbs were shaking from your unreleased fury, your (e/c)'s seething with rage as once again your hand flew down across his face and he let it connect.

The sound of skin-on-skin contact was vociferous but not as loud as your voice which was strained with distress and annoyance.

"You just don't want to let something that's part of your possession go to somebody else, even if you're not even attracted to them anymore!" You could sense that sting in the corner of your eyes, your vision that was already barely visible obfuscating. "I know I'm not the same anymore! I know that I've gained weight! I know I'm not pretty like before! So if that's the reason for all this neglect then just tell me!"

A strike of lightning hit the dirt terrain, illuminating your bedroom and allowing you to thoroughly see your husband's face.

His face was as stoic as ever, but those eyes... those damn eyes that were the only way you could see into his emotion had pools of sentiment swirling inside... you could normally sense how he was feeling.

But this time you couldn't tell.

Shielding your eyes behind your forearm you inhaled shakily and endeavored to alleviate your breathing.

"All I have is our son, Illumi! Every day I am alone, all by myself and I only get to see Xenon a few hours a day! If my appearance is what's keeping you away then you need to tell me! You need to stop ignoring me like am nothing but a disgusting person living in the same home as you!"

The man brought a finger to your wet cheek, the coldness of his skin rendering a shiver to arise up your back. "(Y/n)..."

Just hearing your husband's voice made your throat tighten and teeth grind against each other. Releasing your hold on your towel your hands slammed into his toned chest and pushed him onto the bed.

His hair sprawled across the mattress, his expressionless face now narrowly one of surprise. Your body was quick to appear over his, legs straddling his hips with your hands burrowing next to his head.

"Shut up!" Your voice cracked as tears descended from your eyes and trickled onto the man's pale cheeks.

"I'm tired, Illumi! I'm so exhausted, I'm in so much pain! You don't even know how hard it is every day to wake up in the morning! How I have no energy to even continue living and the only thing keeping me even slightly afloat is you and Xenon! My husband and son and at times... I don't even feel as if I even have a family. I feel like I am nothing..."

You could barely even breathe, your head pounding like a rainstorm as everything you've ever held your tongue about finally was let go.

"I love you so much but I am so tired, Illumi. So tired of being the neglected wife, just the mother to your child. You don't even understand how much it's hurt to even breathe."

It was quiet, with the only sound being from your sniffling and the now pouring rain that sprayed down on earth in an angry manner.

Your husband rose his hands slowly upwards, reaching your face and grasping your burning hot cheeks in his cool hands.

He stared up at you with his solemn gaze and stroked his thumbs over your watery cheeks. It was the first time in years since he's touched you and was just a bit of caressing but it had your heart squeezing.

"I could never be disgusted with you (Y/n)." He stated, voice not as monotone but more earnest than before. "I didn't marry your appearance, I married you."

One of his hands dipped from your face and grasped your bare thigh just below the provocative towel, the pads of his fingertips pressing into the soft plush flesh of your leg.

Your breath hitched, sending immediate sensations of desire through your touched starved body.

"So why?" You asked under your breath. "Why do you ignore me? Why do you shut me out? It wasn't like this before."

For once, his expression looked pained, those thin brows furrowed with his pale succulent limps twitching down into a grimace.

The words appeared stuck in his throat as if he was afraid to speak, or maybe he didn't know what to say.

You waited for him to articulate, desperate to know his answer but his mouth remained fastened shut.

"Illumi, please." You begged, your howling voice from earlier had long departed and left you with a barely audible manner. "Just talk to me... I'm your wife."

The man appeared as if he was struggling to breathe, his chest rising raggedly with both of his hands grasping the flesh of your plush thighs.

His hands were shaking, his fingers twitching before he closed his eyes to calm himself. That adam's apple of his throat bobbed as he swallowed strenuously.

"I don't... I don't know how to."

Your lip quivered from his words. You knew he struggled with expressing his emotions clearly but you thought with all the years you've been together he had at least comprehended just a little.

"Just tell me what started it, where it all began." You pleaded.

Illumi let out a heavy sigh, shifting his gaze to the side of the wall before removing your body from atop of his.

He positioned you gently onto your back, relocating stray damp hairs out of your face with careful hands before quickly removing his body from yours.

The man sat at the edge of the bed, hands hanging loosely off of his thighs as he inhaled deeply.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It was a typical day, nothing out of the ordinary as he held your hand through the garden. You were bored of resting inside all the time and expressed the want for fresh air.

He was hesitant at first, cautious of every little thing ever since you were revealed to be pregnant. But with just one look and one simple touch on his skin left him weak.

Illumi didn't look like it but the affection showed by his wife in any amount had his stomach executing flips.

It was something that was rare in his family, tenderness, kindness. It wasn't something he grew up with it so it left him significantly distant from it all.

But he was slowly learning, a pretty woman had entered his life and treated him like no other. With so much love and adoration that he was easily overwhelmed.

You loved him like how someone needed air to live, accepting his harsh blunt words and quickly turning it around into something else that had his insensitive heart flutter.

It was hard to express it but... the man loved you, and he loved the child growing in your womb that was a product of your devotion.

Your smile that was ever so bright had quickly fallen from your face, however. The movements in your legs halted as the hand that held his own flew to your bulging stomach.

The gasp that left your lips was airy, barely any sound tracing it as you hunched over. Illumi remembered calling your name, concerned only slightly until a scream rippled through the area.

He could never forget those exclamations, the wails that echoed out of your chest as you collapsed to your knees.

He couldn't forget the way your face scrunched in distress, tears pouring like a waterfall down your cheeks. Your nails dug into the skin of your arms and drew blood while more wails infiltrated his ears.

Something was wrong, you were too early. You shouldn't be having your contraction for another two months.

"Illumi!"

You had cried his name with a violent voice; face as if you were dipped in water, hair sticking to the sweaty skin of your face.

There wasn't a moment to waste as he swept you up in his arms and bolted back into the Zoldyck residents. His legs had advanced faster than they ever had before, swift and brisk.

His ren was spiking, the dangerous aura of it outstretching across the entire Kukuroo Mountain. Everyone on the estate was notified of the intense atmosphere and every available Zoldyck member was quick to appear by the eighteen-year-old at the time.

Your body was swiftly laid onto a bed in the medical room of the mansion while Kikyo quickly alerted the family nurse and doctor of your situation.

The cramps that spread across your abdomen were gut-wrenching, you could barely even think let alone breathe as they hit you like never-ending waves.

Tension so thick it could make diamonds surround the atmosphere in the bay. It only grew worse with every deafening cry from your mouth.

Your cheeks were drenched in tears, lashes dark and wet with your teeth biting into your bottom lip; a reaction to attempting to silence your own cries.

Illumi had never felt so unnerved by another person's pain, usually, he rejoiced in it - thrived off of it - but this was different.

This was his wife, the woman he grew to care about so helplessly who also was carrying his child. He wanted to do everything he could to take away your pain.

He would willingly trade places, be the recipient of its ache but he couldn't. There wasn't anything he could do, and that killed him with every passing second.

"Your child, it wants out now but Mistress isn't ready! And- And we don't have enough time for her to dilate!"

The doctor himself attempted to appear calm and collected but the bead of sweat on the side of his face was a dead giveaway.

His own hands were shaking by his side from the tension that the Zoldyck family was creating but more importantly from your husband.

"We can't go through natural birth as you planned! We are going to have to surgically remove the heir from her womb."

Illumi's heart had never stopped pounding like it did when he heard the doctor's words. It was imaginary, but the man felt as if something was crawling up his spine and diggings its claws down into his bones.

He knew what he was feeling, he knew what was taking hold of every fiber in his body. Fear had invaded his mind and provided him with scenes of the possible future.

And all of them lead to one thing...your death.

"No!"

The young man startled himself as well as his family from the audible shrill demand of his voice. He had never spoken in such a prominently human manner; his own teeth-gritting into each other.

"Young Master, please! The baby needs medical care that we can provide out here! If we don't surgically remove him now he won't make it and neither will the Mistress!"

The doctor's words were manifesting into arms that clawed at his body, attempting to pull him down into the dark suffocation of his fears.

His lips parted to speak but whatever he wanted to say was stuck along the walls of his esophagus. It was a lump that made it hard to breathe, to let him inflate his starving lungs.

All of his life his father had trained him to be wary of the fear, to know the limitations of his strengths. What he didn't understand he should abandon for the sake of his life.

But this... but you, he was just wary of it. Fear was all he could think of and how could he ever abandon the cause of it?

He was a genius at deducing what outcomes were the most successful for his missions. But at this very moment, he didn't know what to do.

For the first time ever, Illumi Zoldyck was stunned and he was scared.

The thought of losing his firstborn and/or losing you, all made the feelings in his legs dissipate and he almost keeled over right there.

He was just a kid - granted eighteen and raised in the Zoldyck estate - but he was in no way knowledgeable about being a father or even a proper husband.

The man married you to save you but it seems like he saved you from one situation only to prolong your demise.

Kikyo lightly placed her hand on her oldest son's shoulder and squeezed it. His gaze shifted to his mother's visor and for once he longed to ask her what to do.

But thankfully, the woman understood and directed their gaze back to the doctor and nurse who were prepping everything for the removal of his son.

"Some things are inevitable, no matter how hard we want to make it different." She hummed, small pinkish lips pursed curtly. "So do what you can."

He shook his head instinctively, his mouth opening to reply but what he wanted to say was all scrambled and mixed with his other hazy thoughts.

"How...?" It was under his breath, overtaken by your cry of pain but the woman still heard it. "How do I-"

"You be there for your wife, Illumi." She interjected. "She has no one but you, but us. You're the one she needs. Hold her hand, and support her through it."

The Madame of the Zoldyck family dropped her hand to his elbow and guided him to your side. Her free one grasped the back of his hand and made it connect with your own.

"A woman going through this situation, sometimes the only thing she needs is someone by her side... Not many people have that." Her voice cracked yielding Illumi to swallow thickly. "I didn't have that."

She spoke that last part willingly hushed as if she didn't want anyone to hear. His mother gave his elbow one last squeeze before leaving her son's side and the room to wait with the other members of his family.

Everything he felt before had magnified tenfold. The screams had only died down once the epidural had been shot into your spine to numb your lower body.

Illumi could see it in your eyes. There was so much you must have been feeling. Scared, hurt, alone?

Oh, how he wishes he could help but for now, the most he could do was hold your hand and kiss the back of it with his cold lips.

He wasn't listening to anybody, everything just zoned in on you. You were fine one minute, the next he turned his head watched the specialist cut underside of your bulging belly.

Your husband's breath hitched, his lips falling agape as he watched your blood seep from the incision. That day... it was burned into his memory.

There was so much blood.

So much gore.

His stomach churned at the sight of his wife being picked and prodded, your organs on display as they worked to remove his son.

A prominent assassin since he was a child and the sight of before him made every villainous execution he had ever preform kiddie play.

No matter what he never ever wanted to see you like that. You could barely even keep your eyes open.

Time passed by quickly for him and before he knew it his son was risen from your womb and into the air so they could look at him.

He was covered in just red.

And most importantly he wasn't breathing properly. His little chest wasn't rising or falling with its minute breaths.

His blood ran cold, his hands becoming clammy as dread filled every pore in his body.

Illumi remembered that you barely had any strength to cry, just weakly reaching for your child. You held his bloody form on your chest, holding him, caressing him, telling him how much you loved the little boy.

But like the child, your own breathing came to halt. The movement of your chest ceased as you bled and bled, the doctor and nurse rushing with everything they could.

Your head turned the slightest, your gaze meeting his as a pathetic smile attempted to appear on your lips.

"Our... Our Xenon..."

The heart rate had dropped to a blaring flatline, misty clouds befogged your conjunctiva as all life appeared to still as time stopped.

"(Y/n)?"

Why did he call out your name?

Why did he reach for your face, your once warm skin now matching the chilliness of his own?

Why did his eyes burn as it glazed over and released salty liquids that trickled down his face?

In the late evening that day, Illumi Zoldyck lost both his wife... (Y/n) Zoldyck and his son Xenon Zoldyck at the same time.

Everything within him tore apart, the smallest bit of emotion shattered like china.

Illumi kept calling your name and begged for you to come back to him. He pleaded... he threatened... he cried.

It shouldn't have ended like this, you shouldn't have gone before him and neither should have Xenon.

His hold on your hand was released as he launched a stool at the wall.

"F*ck!"

His ren spiked, his hands burrowing into his midnight-hued locks.

He lost everything, he lost what made him something.

The man couldn't breathe nor could he hear. He couldn't see as well smell. Everything was shut off. He felt numb like he was nothing but air that was to be picked up and blown away.

His mother placed a tender hand on his shoulder, her mouth opening to speak but an anomaly stopped her.

A beep, a gasping breath, and the wailing of a newborn baby.

Everyone's attention was flung to your frame, your chest beginning to rise and fall with the child wiggling around under your arms.

You looked over at your husband and inhaled a hefty breath. "Why is my husband crying?"

How he was glad you didn't know about what happened, with him and with you. He didn't want you to know that...

That you and Xenon were dead for four minutes.

And none of it would have happened if he had never given in to his urges. He should have been more careful, he should have never gotten you pregnant.

It was his fault, and he almost lost his wife because of it.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You didn't even know what to say, there wasn't anything you could possibly say after hearing about it.

His worst fears had come alive that day. He was traumatized by the event and ever since he hasn't been the same.

He was afraid to touch you... like you were glass. He was afraid to look at you... because with one loving looking he'd want to ravish you like a beast.

It was hard to be in the same vicinity as you. All he wanted was to just hold his wife in his arms and relish in your touch again.

But he was scared - traumatized - and it's stuck with him for six years.

Slowly you sat your body upwards and gripped onto the falling towel to secure it. "I..." You didn't even know what to say but you knew it couldn't just be silent anymore.

"Illumi, I love you."

He redirected his gaze to slightly look at your dim face.

"I wish you would have told me. You've been carrying...all of that on your shoulders by yourself." You stated, shifting closer to his body at the edge of the bed.

Your husband shook his midnight black hair and turned his head away so you couldn't view his face. "Why? Because of me, you perished. It was essentially me killing you with my own hands."

"Hey!" You hissed and stepped off the mattress so you could stand in front of him in between his legs. "That was not your fault! It was no one's fault! We wanted-I wanted a child."

The man didn't respond to your words, keeping his gaze concealed.

"And because of me, I made you hate your body that I..." His breath hitched, shaky even. He swallowed thickly and stood to his feet.

He now towered above your frame while he slowly turned to meet your (e/c) optics with his dark pupilless ones.

"-That I lust for more and more with every passing day."

Your heart throbbed as words you never believed you would hear left his lips.

One of his hands reached for your jaw, caressing it with his calloused thumbs while keeping his gaze on your face.

His touch was foreign but was quickly welcomed back into familiarity.

"I love you."

Words couldn't explain what you were feeling. He didn't ever say that phrase, he didn't believe it was necessary because you already knew that.

Illumi leaned down from his imposing height and for the first time in years, he placed a kiss on your lips. You wanted more, you wanted deeper but he pulled away quickly to your dismay.

"I loved you then and I love you more now." He whispered, running his thumb along your bottom lip. "And I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you."

His eyes shimmered, glossing over and he quickly removed his gaze while stepping away from your frame.

"Please dress comfortably and get some rest. We can talk...if you want tomorrow." He muttered while strutting to the bedroom door.

The sight of his frame getting farther away from yours had you breathe irregularly. You didn't want him to leave, no not after everything that had blown down.

"Illumi-" His steps halted. "-please stay. I don't want to be alone, I just want you here with me."

He inhaled audibly, his fingers twitching by his side before he reached for the doorknob.

"If I stay any longer I won't be able to resist ravaging every inch of your skin." His head turned so you could see his eyes...and you could read them.

You could see how a deep hunger was sealed down deep beneath. It was clawing, scraping, wailing for a way out, and for a moment he even looked predatorial.

"And that's six years of lust and desire I kept locked away for your safety."

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head and reached a hand towards him. "But I'm not glass; I beat death."

"Maybe, but I can't control myself. And you can't beat me."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It was quiet today, the events that transpired last night almost seemed like a distant dream, but the bruises from his firm grip on your thighs were evidence enough.

You were still sort of in a daze, realizing how a lack of communication really separated the two of you for years.

Such a simple thing that should have come naturally was an issue you didn't really think needed to be resolved.

There was a fear in your heart that if you were to communicate your own issues it would anger or upset your husband.

But that was most likely one of the multitudes of reasons why your marriage has been rocky as such. The best thing you had to work on with each other was communication and verbalization.

It was certainly going to take some work from both of you.

"(Y/n)."

You nearly fell off the couch if you hadn't quickly stabilized yourself. Peeking behind the sofa it was a shock to see your husband entering the living room.

There wasn't even a clear memory in your head of the last time you witnessed him in places other than his office or your bedroom.

"Illumi!" You scrambled to your feet but the man shook his head as he set himself lightly on the cushion next to you.

The scent of his light cologne was being greedily devoured by your lungs. Before you could even say anything the man leaned down so his succulent lips were on yours.

This time you didn't let the opportunity go to waste. Your hands flung to his face to push him deeper into the kiss, desperately moving against his in a needy manner.

He responded just as eagerly with his hands reaching to hold your waist but only to pull himself away.

Your face burned like fire, lips aching for more.

Illumi hummed before breathing deeply. "Let's start with that." He stated, even quirking the corner of his lips into a coy grin.

"I'm not fragile, Illumi. I can handle my husband." You pressed but it only made the man shake his head.

"(Y/n), it's for your sake and my own." He replied, the grin growing. "An addict doesn't start off with the same dose's they used to do, you have to start off slow."

You huffed, crossing your arms under your chest and shifting your whole body to turn away from him on the couch.

"Well, I don't want to start off slow!"

The cushions rustled as he moved closer to your frame and pressed his chest against your back. His breath fanned the outer shell of your ear as you felt him chortle in his throat.

"Trust me..." A delicate hand reached for your neck and lightly traced down to your collarbone. "You'd want to start off slow with me."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Your definition of slow and his definition must be two very different things.

Now that he starting to put in the effort and acknowledge you more, there was nothing more you wanted other than to jump his bones.

But he was so careful of how long he kissed you, where he touched you. You knew he was trying to hold himself back you didn't want that.

He didn't need to, he needed to see that you weren't this porcelain doll he was too afraid to break. The man can't keep blaming himself for putting you through pregnancy and dying for some time.

The both of you needed to work through your issues and Illumi needed to be guided through it. Which is exactly why you wore that short skirt from the mall and a button-up shirt.

Your breast pressed against the fabric of your top with the first few buttons undone.

The skirt could barely hide your bottom that peaked through. The deep ebony-hued stockings couldn't have been any less eye-catching with the way your plush thighs spilled over them.

It's a good thing your dear son was out of his grandfather, you hoped it would be a while too.

Knocking on the door with the back of your fist you called out to your husband. He responded quietly, his gaze still on the laptop as you entered his office.

He hadn't seen your clothes yet, good.

Creeping close with slow tantalizing steps you reached around the desk and leaned against it with your bottom pressing into the edge.

Your husband glanced at your figure quickly before flinging his gaze back to your body. His long dexterous fingers halted above the keyboard and his head tilted to the side.

"(Y/n)?" He asked.

"Illumi." You replied and smiled at him with the most innocent grin you could present. "You know when we talked about how we needed to communicate better?"

The man swallowed thickly, his adam apple bobbing before he slowly nodded his head.

"Well-" Pushing off of the desk you forced yourself between his legs and leaned back on the table. His gaze followed up from your plush thighs and when you leaned back he caught a glimpse of your c*nt, a shimmering slick string connecting it to your inner leg.

"-I think you owe me a little something, don't you think?"

Your husband swallowed again while his shaky hands reached for your succulent thighs. He inhaled strenuously, his grip growing firmer.

"You're torturing me, my wife." He huffed.

You moved his laptop and heaved yourself up to sit on the desk. Once you rested on the steal surface you opened your legs to the man, allowing for him to witness your glimmering wet lower lips.

And when you reached down, two fingers spreading your slits apart so he could have a view of something he hadn't seen in years...it was all downhill from there.

Illumi pulled your body closer to the edge, your back flopping onto the surface of the table as his hands traveled up to the back of your knee.

The cool air against your exposed lower body permitted a shiver to run up your back. The exhilaration was flooding through your veins, your breathing already becoming irregular.

It was like you could feel a heartbeat in your cl*t with the way it throbbed and pulsated. Already you were feeling flustered, overwhelmed even.

This was the most interaction he's ever had with you in years and it was making your palms sweaty.

Your husband leaned down, his pupilless optics closing as he placed soft smooches around the inner parts of your thighs.

Each kiss grew closer to your c*nt; every sensation of his lips connecting with your skin went right to your cl*t.

You swallowed thickly, leaning upon your elbows to watch the man you love inch his way to the space between your legs.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You were pushing his boundaries, teasing him, testing him until he couldn't hold back anymore and indulge in his desperate hunger.

He wanted to take things slow, but you weren't as patient as you once were. And because of that, you were unleashing a starved beast that was utterly obsessed with you.

It was to the point where you no longer were the one who instigated lustful renditions, and it was now your husband taking everything into his hands.

Literally.

A light sigh was drowned out by the music from your radio on the counter. Your gloved hands diligently grasped the next plate in the sink as you swayed smoothly to the music.

The air smelled of soap, bubbles covering the surface of plugged water that eagerly needed to be cleaned.

Your focus was solely on the sink until a presence was felt behind you. You were about to turn to face the figure until it pressed up against your back, and your husband's light cologne flooded your senses.

It was like you were melting in his hold, absolutely adoring any attention or affection he gave. His long arms wrapped around your stomach while his face hid in the crook of your neck.

"Good morning, my husband." You hummed aloud and returned your attention to the dishes. You grabbed another with your yellow-gloved hands and reached for the sponge. "Did you sleep well?"

The man huffed, tightening his hold and letting his succulent lips press along the smooth skin of your shoulder.

You swallowed thickly, becoming distracted slightly from even the slightest bit of attention from the handsome midnight-haired male.

"Is Xenon with your father?" You sought, attempting to sway your debauched thoughts, but it was far more difficult as the man let his hand wander and snake behind your tan apron.

His cold nimble fingers played with the hem of your shirt as he spoke. "Grandfather took him this time." He uttered, his silky hair tickling your neck.

"Did he?" Your reply was rhetorical as you reached for a bowl you used to bake cupcakes for your son.

Illumi didn't speak; instead, his hands crept under your shirt and immediately caressed your bare stomach.

Your teeth clenched, the grip on the bowl growing firmer from the sudden sensation. "You're so warm." He mused in your ear, his voice only a whisper.

You didn't respond; instead, you stood silently and allowed for your husband to follow his fingers along the scar from Xenon's birth.

His lips touched just below your ear as he trailed small kisses up the side of your face. "How warm do you think you would be if my hands reached lower?"

Oh, he was the one starting things this time.

Too distracted from his words your husband didn't wait for a reply and instead removed one of his hands from your shirt to reach under the long skirt.

His calloused finger trips trailed up your inner thigh, brushing against bruises and contusions from his earlier 'play time'.

He wouldn't stop attempting to make it up to you one night after he marked your skin so woefully dark. The man had lost himself the other night, unable to control how hard he wanted to hold you and how desperate he was to cover your skin in his markings.

Apologies rolled off his tongue like one would do as if caught being naughty. He berated himself for losing control and wouldn't even look you in the eye until you smacked his head.

You reassured him with many words, kisses, and tender caresses until he could look at you again.

"They're becoming lighter and soon will be gone." You stated, scrubbing another dirty dish to hide the grin on your lips. "I wouldn't mind if you were to add more once they fade..."

His fingertips ceased their movements from your words, his breathing suddenly shifting to become more audible until you felt a grumble reverberate off his chest.

"I might lose control again." He replied, resuming the stroking of his fingers upwards until the pads of his extremities brushed against your clothed cl*t.

You clenched over nothing, stomach tensing against his other hand as you swallowed. "What if that is what I want?" You teased.

Illumi's breathing grew ragged as if he was already beginning to lose his self-constraint.

"Then I would have to say you're a bit of a fool, my wife." He kissed just below your jaw. "Holding back is the only way I can keep from really hurting you."

Your lips parted to reply and instead of words leaving your mouth, a satisfied sigh did. His fingers had pushed aside your bottom undergarments and grazed against your slickened folds.

"I only want for you to feel good. I owe it to you after all." He whispered as he pressed and prodded against your hole before entering his cool fingers tenderly.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It has been a while, some months that passed since the two of you had finally revealed your issues and insecurities to each other.

You both had been working through it together and even engaging in tender touches that lead to only you reaching your climaxes.

However, you wanted more than just his mouth or fingers. You wanted all of him, everything he had to offer.

But he was still afraid to drive so far, to really let himself go and be one with your body once again. You didn't know how to get him to just f*ck you, but there was an idea you were unsure was going to work.

Knocking on the man's office door you didn't even wait for a response and instead let yourself in.

Illumi glanced up from a packet in his hand before shaking his head, the faintest smile gracing his lips and already making your cl*t throb.

"I would like to talk to you about something." You expressed, smiling at his figure.

He leaned back in his swivel chair and clasped his fingers together on his lap. "What is it, my wife?"

Communication has been better.

You skipped slightly to his desk, angling forward on the surface and holding your head in your hands. It was difficult to keep the grin off your lips and ultimately, you failed.

"I want you to hurt me."

Even if the man's normal expression was one of blankness, he now appeared visibly dumbfounded. "What?" His words were slightly above a whisper.

You couldn't help but release a bout of laughter from his response and tilt up so you were thoroughly standing straight.

"Not in the way you think, silly. I want you to stop holding back. I want you to just f*ck me already."

The man pursed his pale lips tightly together, his thin brows visibly furrowing as he appeared deep in thought.

You twiddled your fingers together and swayed back and forth on the balls of your feet.

"(Y/n), you know how I feel." He replied after a moment of hesitation.

His words made you wrinkle your nose and grimace visibly. Without thinking, your hand came down on the surface of his table as the other pointed an accusing finger at the male.

"I want you to f*ck me raw like when we were younger. When you would hold me down by the throat and make me look like a dumb b*tch in heat!"

There was no holding back now; there shouldn't be. The agreement between the two of you was that you would work on communication, and if there was something really bothering you, then there should be no fear of speaking your minds.

It was silent in his office, not a sound but your beating hearts.

Illumi's gaze fell from your flustered expression to the golden band on his ring finger. He was once again in deep thought.

"I don't want what happened before to happen again, (Y/n). I don't want to see you go through the pain, your death again."

You groaned aloud and shook your head. "I may be a fat f*ck but that doesn't mean I can't beat death again. I have too much to live for."

He sighed, one of his hands reaching for your face and caressing your bottom lip. "What did I say about calling yourself things like that?" He sought, voice hard and stern.

Before you could respond that hand on your cheek let itself make its way to your throat where he squeezed.

Immediately you inhaled shakily but the feeling of the pressure on your larynx had you just about become a puddle on his desk.

"Let's play a game, Illumi."

The man raised an eyebrow for a moment before releasing your throat much to your dismay. "What kind of game?"

Shrugging your shoulders obtusely, you turned your attention to his desk, mindlessly drawing circles on its frigid surface.

"See, I'm going to start running and you know that I'm serious if I'm running."

Your husband chortled in his throat and you couldn't help but smile at his response.

"I get to have a five-minute start where I try to find somewhere to hide. If you can find me - and catch me - within ten minutes after my head start we get to have a safe word and you can stop at any moment since you're so scared about hurting me-"

Illumi rolled his eyes at the last part.

"-But if it takes longer than ten minutes - even if it's just a second or two - You get to give me what I want and that's just raw animalistic f*cking until I can't even think anymore."

Your husband wasn't stupid, he knew why you offered the game. He was cruel, a hunter, and when he hunts he loses himself to his sadistic tendencies.

Everything in him would become heightened and his self-control would be almost non-existent. You knew him well and knew what to do to get what you wanted.

So if this is your game he'll play, humor you even but he won't give in so easily.

"Okay." He nodded his head in agreement before standing to his feet. His 6'1 (185 cm) figure towered over you as he hid his pale hands in his black slacks. "I'll play, but don't think you're going to get the outcome you want."

Your tongue swept along your bottom lip as you reached forward to his collar and yanked him down to your height.

"I'm tired of you underestimating me, Illumi. No nen or ren to detect me, that would be cheating. And I'll know if you're cheating. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you?"

The man raised his arched eyebrows, not used to your straightforwardness but undoubtedly up for your challenge.

He leaned forward so his noise briefly brushed against yours. "Disappoint my wife?" His lips quirked into a coy grin. "Never."

Removing the gap between your faces you let his lips meet yours and pulled him into such a needy kiss. He responded just as desperate and reached for your waist but before he could touch you, you released his lips and his shirt.

His expression was one of slight disappointment as you merely giggled at him.

"See you soon, my husband." You crooned lightly.

"In five minutes, my dear." He responded.

Halting with your hands on the doorknob, you turned back to him and waved. "Make that fifteen."

"We'll see."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Oh, you hate f*cking running.

But you loved the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins at the moment. The exhilaration of the chase, the thrill of fear making your head dizzy.

Either way whatever was the result of this chase you were going to have some fun. Especially with The Zoldyck family taking Xenon on his first assassination mission.

You prepared for this game and weren't going to allow your husband to win. Not when the thought of his toned his hips utilizing every prominent muscle of his lower body to plunge deep inside of you.

Giddily you skipped down the stairs of your wing and ran past the laundry room. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed three minutes had already passed.

Two minutes.

You had only two minutes until your grace period would be over. A hundred and twenty seconds until the man began his hunt.

God(s) you were scared but so absolutely zealous.

It was like you were hot under the skin with how warm you felt. Your hair was already sticking to the back of your neck, heat radiating off of your thighs that rubbed together with every step.

A shower after being made a complete f*cking mess would be such a nice idea. Soothing your muscles, aiding the aches in your limbs and joints.

Dodging a low hanging light you squeezed through a slim hallway and made yourself finally reach the other wing all the way on the other side of Kukuroo Mountain.

The sudden sensation of Illumi's ren spiking before dispersing into nothing made your throat tighten.

Two minutes were up.

He was on the hunt, and he wanted you to know he was starting.

Now began the countdown of ten minutes. You had nine minutes and 59 seconds to evade his capture.

You didn't want that safe word, you didn't want for him to have the ability to stop when he felt like he was taking things too far.

It was time to get him back to how he used to be.

Illumi knew you weren't stupid enough to hide in your personalized wing so he had at least four other separate wings to check.

it was like a clock was ticking in your head with every passing second. It was haunting, terrifying but also exhilarating.

You didn't know if you should find somewhere to hide or just keep moving to avoid getting caught in one place.

There was a faint thump in the background that had your heart leap into your throat. Your breathing halted for a moment, everything becoming absolutely silent with the golden glow of the lowering sun drifting through the window.

Do you move?

Do you run?

Do you hide?

The faint thump sounded as if it was closer to your frame. You had to do something other than just stand frozen in the middle of a hall.

A ticking noise from a clock gained your attention. Your head snapped to its place on the wall and you estimated how much time had passed.

Seven minutes and twenty seconds left.

Dammit, only four minutes had just barely passed. Six minutes left. Just six minutes until you can win the game.

The closes door was on your left and you had to choose what to do. Glancing behind you one last time you quietly turned the diamond knob and crept inside the darkroom.

Slowly but cautiously, you shut it behind you, your heart thumping its music in your ears. You directed your attention to the darkness of the room.

It stank of metal, like iron and it made your nose tingle inside. Turning on the light switch would be detrimental; the light would reveal through the sides of the door, obviously.

Inhaling profoundly, you attempted to breathe in more than just the smell of iron. There had to be more. You weren't someone with inhuman senses like Gon or Killua but you had to try your best.

The odor, there was something else...something very faint. It was masked by the metallic undertone but it was there.

It smelled sweet and salty...like chips.

Coming to the realization of the smell you knew only one room in the mansion had this odor. You were in Milluki's rooms.

"F*ck!" You hissed under your breath and just as you whispered it faint light erupted from the dark corner of the bedroom.

Milluki's fat face was illuminated hauntingly by the computer light, his coy grin making your stomach sink.

"(Y/n), (Y/n)...What is a married woman doing barging into my room?" He teased, leaning back in his swivel chair.

Your mouth felt dry, half due to your running and the other half due to the fact the most immature Zoldyck son just had to catch you.

"Listen, Milluki." You hissed under your breath and stepped forward, your face glowering with your lips twitching into a sneer. "Don't you dare call him out, okay?"

The second oldest obviously knew what was going on; he kept track of the cameras in the other wings. You destroyed all the ones he tried to set up in your's and Illumi's part of the mansion.

"Why not?" He pressed, his arms crossing over his chest. "What's in it for me?"

'Selfish piece of sh*t!'

Illumi's ren flared...he was riled. You glanced at the electric clock on his desk.

Three minutes left.

Your husband must be slightly anxious now. Three minutes weren't long, but they also weren't that short either.

"What do you want? I don't have much to offer." You stated and the twenty-year-old nodded his head in understanding.

"You're right." He agreed while facing a palm to the ceiling. "But your husband has much much more to offer."

You pressed your lips tightly together. It wasn't your right to give off whatever was part of your husband's assets but...you'll find a way to make it up to him.

Illumi's ren flared; only a minute and a half left.

"Okay, okay! What do you want?"

Milluki didn't say anything, instead, he reached under his desk and flicked a switch. A latch puffed up from the floor, a visible white wisp leaking from the space.

He turned his gaze back to his computer before reaching for a manga. "We'll talk about it after he finishes rearranging your organs."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment sticking to every part of your thoughts. "Milluki!"

Illumi's ren was too close for comfort.

The second oldest son shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Come on, (Y/n). With a body like that, you look like you'd want-"

Your hands scrunched his fat cheeks to shut him up. "I'm not an assassin like this family nor a killer but-" You squeezed his cheeks harder, permitting a sudden cry from him. "-I'll rip your balls off if you talk about my body like that."

He nodded his head quickly, sweating which made you abruptly rip your hands off of his face. You skidded over to the latch and lifted it up to see the entrance to its dim dungeon-like basement.

Milluki wiped his forehead before returning his gaze to his forgotten manga. "He might kill you with his di-"

"I'll kill you with my fist if you don't shut up." You interjected as you carefully lowered down its metal ladder.

The man simply waved his hand nonchalantly before flicking the switch again and the small square platform closed and sealed to hide the hidden entrance beneath.

You managed to gain some distance now, less than a minute should be left. Almost giddily you ran down the corridor of the basement, its hall appearing never-ending as you passed rooms with steel bars.

Just a little longer, you're almost there.

You're going to win! You're going to beat Illumi! The smile couldn't be wiped from your face even if you tried.

A door was coming into view, the main door to the basement. It led to the middle of the mansion and Illumi must still be on Milluki's far side.

Or that's at least what you thought until the cellar suddenly dropped in degrees. Sweat that glistened on your visible skin chilled from the presence of your husband's intense ren.

Run

Your skipping shifted into full-blown hauling a** as you realized he was down here with you.

No! NO!

You were already exhausted, your limbs aching from the exertion you were most definitely not used to. But you pushed them regardless of the burn in your muscles.

The chase was exciting but terrifying. You would say this was the most fun you've had since Hisoka took you out into town.

And when you could hear his sudden footsteps growing closer, you nearly screamed.

"(Y/n)."

His voice was so cold it felt as they were attempting to freeze your limbs solid to immobilize you. You swallowed, the saliva irritating your already dry and itchy throat from the constant running.

"Come here."

He commanded, his voice closer this time but it was overtaken by the raging palpations of your heart in your eardrums.

"Don't run from me."

He had to be right on your heels, suffocating you with his ren that you could barely even breathe.

That was playing dirty.

The door, the door was right there! You reached for it, choking slightly on the lack of air and the only sound that broke through your beating heart was the ringing of an alarm.

One of his hands grasped your wrist before It was like a flash of light, your hearing buzzing as white danced through your vision.

The sensation of coming down from the high of the chase was overwhelming. You had to shut your eyes and attempt to focus but the desperate need for air was stealing all of your attention.

Rise and fall

In and out

Slowly but surely it didn't take long for everything to begin returning back to you. The sound of your ragged breathing was first and it wasn't just yours either.

Illumi's was just barely audible but you could hear it, the strain in the back of his throat. Next was your touch, cooled marble underneath your figure that was greedily honored for your burning body.

Finally, your sight had returned. Opening your eyelids gradually the form of your husband was the first thing you could see.

Your body rested on the floor with the man caging his hands by your head, your hands unconsciously gripping his wrist for support.

"Illumi-" He ceased your speech by closing the gap and connecting his lips with yours. You didn't even hesitate to respond, desperately pressing into him deeply.

You let out a delighted hum, relishing the way his lips moved along yours and his tongue nudging his way into your mouth.

"You won." He murmured against your face when he finally pulled away for air. "You beat me?"

He sounded almost bewildered by the fact and it brought a grin to your lips. "What did I say about underestimating me?" You teased under your breath.

His expression was blank, his wide eyes unreadable for a moment before something flashed into the dark voids of his iris'.

Your mouth parted to speak but instead, you gasped when one of his hands took its place on your throat.

Illumi's chilled palm pressed along your larynx, the pads of his calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your neck.

A shaky breath was exhaled from your lungs as your optics widened. The pressure, his sudden aggressive action all went straight to your cl*t.

"You earned it, you deserve it." He mussed, the silky strands of his hair cascaded down by your head like a smooth waterfall.

"So I'll f*ck you until you can't think straight."

His grip grew tighter.

"I'll make it so you can't even breathe anymore."

He brought his face closer to yours.

"You're going to look like a mess swathed in tears and my c*m."

Illumi blessed you with a rare grin.

"You got me all riled up just so I could drill inside mercilessly."

You didn't speak, you couldn't as the lack of oxygen created dancing voidness across your vision. Laying limply was your figure only a second longer before he removed his hand from your throat.

Immediately you took the chance to inhale air greedily and cough clamorously. He didn't give you much of an opportunity to recover as your body was flung over his shoulder.

Flaccidly you hung, the strength to fight back or react stolen from your limbs. It felt as if only seconds passed until the familiar setting of your bedroom appeared before your vision.

Your back had connected against your mattress, your pants being ferociously removed along with your lower undergarment.

You were being manhandled, treated like a ragdoll as he worked to remove every other clothing item that shielded your deliciously succulent frame from his gaze.

You liked that. You liked it a lot.

His movements were frantic, barbaric as if your naked body would give him the air he so hopelessly needed.

Illumi's hands left your body only for a moment so he could be just as bare, just as vulnerable. Through half-lidded eyes, you admired his tone and muscled abdomen.

Of course, your gaze dropped lower to his crotch and you soaked in the sight of his meaty length.

"Yes, oh yes, please!" You pleaded, already chiming like a harlot.

He gripped the back of your knees and yanked your body so your bottom just barely hung over the edge.

The action made you clench over nothing. One of his hands released your leg so he could reach down and lift his c*ck and place it on your stomach.

His pelvis met yours as the two of you observed the way his fatty tip stopped just above your navel.

The weight of his extremity, the heat of it had you almost climax on the spot. It had been so long since you saw it and it looked just as pretty as you remembered.

Lengthy, it could reach the deepest parts inside of you with little to no effort and having you writhing beneath him.

His tip was wide, fat, corresponding with his girth that had you holding it with two hands when you desired to suck him down your throat.

God(s), you love him so much and his c*ck that had your legs quivering for days.

Illumi hummed at your debauched expression, his wide pupilless optics now half-lidded with the lack of self-control.

"Look at you." He announced with the dreary cold tone to his voice nonexistent. It was breathy, course, and deeper than usual. "You like looking at my c*ck, hmm?"

You nodded your head without hesitation however that didn't seem to be the right response. He reached down to your hair, tugging your head back to reveal your bare throat to him.

The pain shot through your scalp but the sensation didn't hurt. No, it just made you even more insatiable for your husband.

"I want to hear you speak (Y/n). If I say something you answer me with those pretty lips."

You grinned, rolling your hips so you could grind against the hardened c*ck that rested above it. "You think I'm pretty~?" You sought with a breathy voice.

His hand on the back of your knee tightened.

"I'll answer when you're stuffed full of my c*m."

You squealed giddily and reached down to his length but he released your hair so he could snatch your wrist. He pinned it above your head while his other hand latched onto his cock and pressed the dripping head at your entrance.

It took everything in you not to grind against the tip.

He pressed and prodded it, just barely stretching your hole until he drove in with no remorse. Your (e/c)'s eyes widened, a gasp stuck in your throat as an arch formed in your spine.

The stretch hurt, you were wet enough but the size of him required your walls to stretch to remold around his veiny c*ck.

The pain had you quivering, eyes glazing over with tears. The sight had your husband's hold on your wrist slacken, a pang of guilt arising in his eyes.

At the sight, you furrowed your brows and reached upwards to yank on some strands of silky midnight locks.

"Do not dare look at me like that, Illumi." You seethed. "I won so f*ck me like you don't care! Make it hurt, make it hurt so good that I'm begging for more."

Like a switch flipping, the slightest acknowledgment of guilt was gone and all you could see was primal desire.

He released your wrist only to slap his hand over your mouth and shove your head into the mattress. Your husband gripped your left thigh, pressing it down against your chest so he could visibly observe your c*nt.

When he drove his hips back so his c*ck could pull away from the warm depths of your body, your lips could be seen holding him down as if begging him to never go.

He liked that.

The force he used to rock back into you had your whole body jolting on the bed. You cried, wailing audible but muffled under his hand from the forceful thrust.

It hurt so good.

Like the sadistic man he is, he f*cked you as if you were nothing. Plunging himself so deeply that he brushed against every sensitive spot inside and reached your cervix.

His trapezius muscles flexed as he thrust so heavily violent, the arch in your back developing greater.

Your whines and pleads of pleasure were incoherent, vibrating against his cool palm with saliva already dripping from the corner of your lips.

His hips jerked as he quickly gained momentum and rolled his hips continuously. He beat into you as if he owned you.

"Can't even focus, huh? Lookin already dazed, my wife."

Your abdomen tingled, stomach tensing as your climax already began to approach. You knew you should have lasted longer but when he was drilling into you so carelessly as you've always wanted...well how could you not c*m so quickly.

The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck kissed the barrier with heavy thrust.

Your insides that were being gripped down on his member, walls fitting tighter around him so perfectly, allowing you to feel every thick vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

The ridges were a bout of added pleasure that you were obsessed with. They skimmed effortlessly along with the tender areas that had you squirming, quivering, just about c*mming on his d*ck.

You molded so tightly around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. As if you never wanted to let him go and keep him all to yourself.

The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his pelvis forward he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.

There was so much of him left, so much that wanted to be in you but couldn't due to the barrier deep inside. It enranged him.

He desired for all of himself to be inside, clenched by velvety walls, burning from your warmth inside.

So, he took his sudden anger out on you and drove harder inside instead.

"Ah~!" The scream was hoarse, broken under his hands as your eyes rolled back inside your head. You clamped down so firmly on him that his hips quivered and jerked for a moment.

The tingling in your abdomen grew intense before it flushed through every nerve inside your body. Your insides were fluttering, tensing up all nice and tight.

It was a wave of ecstasy and euphoria that blanketed your mind.

You couldn't even speak, or think as you felt your walls pulsate to the beat of your ragged heart.

Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. The free leg that wasn't being held down slammed against his side, pressing into him as you threw your head back into the mattress.

"C*mming already?" He sought. "Can't handle a little force huh?"

You could only whimper, jolting from the oversensitive from his c*ck that continued to be drilled inside unremorsefully.

His fingers gripped below your jaw and forced your dazed expression to face him.

"Hey, Hey. Speak so I know when you're too f*cked to produce coherent words."

You swallowed strenuously, having to force yourself to focus and think of something to say back.

"Illumi~." You sang his name like a breathless hymn and reached for his wrist, digging your nails into his flesh that you were sure you'd reach the bone.

The man grunted in acknowledgment and switched his hold to be grasping your throat. He pressed down firmly, removing the ability to breathe comfortably as you sucked in air helplessly.

Your hips bucked upwards, tears glazing over as the inner corner of your eyes burned from the bliss.

Choked moans and mewls along with the wet squishing noise of his crotch barely meeting yours echoed in the bedroom.

Your free leg dropped onto the bed, your body becoming limp from how high the choking made you feel.

"Going limp on my d*ck already? Should I f*ck you unconscious and drive so deep until you wake up again?"

You struggled to speak against his hand but the male rose his arched brows, pretending like he heard a legible response.

Drool dribbled down your chin and trailed down your jaw, your teeth clenching into each other as you barely had any strength to hold his wrist.

Your body coated itself in sweat in an attempt to cool down. Hair stuck to your face, neck, and any possible slicked skin that it could touch.

The lack of air made everything twice as sensitive, it compelled all your senses to push into overdrive.

Illumi's hand that applied pressure on your larynx ached but you wanted more. You wanted harder even though your vision was blurring, darkened voids takings their place over the sight of your husband.

Right before the apex of your choking could lead you into unconsciousness he released your throat. You inhaled sharply, devouring proper air that had your stomach tingle intensely once again.

Your husband brushed his thumb tenderly over your swollen bottom lip only for a moment. That tenderness was quickly removed as he planted his open hand on the side of your face and drove it down harshly into the mattress.

The force, the aggression, it wasn't long until the tingling grew far more intense. It had you quivering, crying as you wailed and whimpered.

Tears and drool glistened on the skin of your face, such a pretty sight for your husband.

"You're so needy. You want to c*m again, don't you?" He questioned. You didn't respond, his words were taking a moment to register in your head.

The lack of response had the male scowl. His hips jutted forward so he could press so deeply inside that his tip did more than just kiss the entrance to your womb.

"F-F*ck!" You cursed under your breath.

"Talk, (Y/n)! Don't disobey your husband now."

Your teeth chattered against each other, your lids flickering open and closed. Barely even focusing your gaze on the sweaty built frame of your husband had your expression one of absolute daze.

"Please." You could barely even squeeze the words out. "Please let me c*m. I-I need to c*m so bad it h-hurts!"

"Oh?" He expressed lightly. "So you can speak still."

The ache in your neck throbbed from how he forced your head to the side but you welcomed it with open arms.

This was everything you wanted, everything you've been craving for years.

Both of his hands dropped to your hip and pressed his fingertips into your skin which was soon accompanied by his nails.

The hold allowed for him to not only just rut into you but also guide your lower body to meet every heavy forceful thrust.

You tightened, memorizing where the thickest vein to the thinnest rubbed against your walls around him. The man swallowed thickly, rolling his eyes slightly in the back of his head as his c*ck twitched inside.

He was close to his end, pulsating with every thrust and rut that matched your guided hips.

"F*ck. I'm going to c*m and you're going to take it all like a good little wife, right?"

You nodded eagerly and reached for the back of your thighs to pull your legs wider open.

Illumi groaned, the vein on his neck throbbing as he audibly huffed. "You better not let a single drop seep out. All of it, every single f*cking drop better stay inside your greedy f*cking c*nt."

He tilted his head to the side, his midnight hair sticking to his broad back and shoulders. "You hear me?"

"Y-Yes."

"That's what I like to hear."

It didn't take much longer for you to reach another orgasm. The tight tingling sensation in your lower abdomen pulsated and throbbed before it all flushed through your system.

Only choked gasps and whimpering left your lips as your stomach flexed and contracted due to the pressure.

The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on it every time he had pulled out and drilled back in.

Reaching the very peak of your ecstasy it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure coursed throughout your veins as adrenaline would, with eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

You saw white with your hearing abruptly zoning in and out, the only thing you could hear was your husband's muffled grunts and groans above you.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight on your hips.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

"Look at the mess your making on yourself, darling."

So tight, so firm you clenched around his c*ck and that was all he need to finally reach his own release. His abdomen tensed and tingled, contracting as the ecstasy burst through his veins.

You could feel him twitching, throbbing inside of you. He swelled up nicely as his balls tensed. His seed flooded through his c*ck before it finally released through the tip.

Illumi's c*ck that brushed against the entrance of your womb had now kissed it stiffly, a spray of his heated liquid pouring into it.

"Take it, take it all like the greedy little wife you are."

Your teeth clenched down at the sensation, gripping over him to draw every bit of his seed into you.

His hips jerk, the angle of your bottom allowing for every hearty spurt of his seed to drip and gush into your womb and stay there.

The man was greedy, desiring for everything that came from him to coat your insides and pool within the very deep sensitive area of your body.

Your body sucked and gripped down on him, begging for every last drop from his sturdy balls that pressed firmly against your bottom.

"F*ck." His own voice cracked, eyes shutting tightly from one of his strongest climaxes to ever ripple through his veins.

The both of you were breathing heavily, chest falling and rising rapidly with the weight of exhaustion taking over. It hurt to keep your eyes open, the weariness from the chase and the very rough intercourse had drained you of all energy.

"(Y/n), hey." He slapped your face lightly to you wake you. You groaned, swallowing saliva to ease the itchiness in the back of your throat.

Your husband slowly removed himself from inside, observing the way his slightly pink c*ck now shimmered in your glistening mixed climaxes.

When he was fully out it wasn't long before his c*m was attempting to leak out of your used and abused hole.

"What did I say, (Y/n)." There was an undertone of vexation. "Keep it all inside. Keep all of me inside or I swear I'm f*cking you stupid."

You had no strength, absolutely exhausted. You couldn't do it, it wasn't possible. Attempting to keep the thick liquid inside was a challenge you already failed from the start.

There was so much that he had held back, so much pent up that when he reached his climax he couldn't help but paint your insides white and fill it with his overwhelming amount of seed.

So when your husband witnessed the smallest stream escape your hole and dribble down your bottom... his hands were back on your body.

Illumi grasped your flaccid limbs and lifted you up onto your feet. You couldn't stand, already falling over from the ache in your thighs but he held you up by your throat.

He bore a seat on the bed where you once were and laid your body over his lap. Your breast hanging over the edge of his thigh with your bottom resting in the air, your legs quivering.

"You want to disobey me right? You want to defy your husband and ignore what he tells you?"

You shook your head at his words and whispered out a weak 'no'.

The man let a large hand reach down to your bottom, caressing the thickness before digging the pads of his calloused fingertips into your warm flesh.

His gaze turned over to your backside and grasped both of your bottoms, spreading apart your cheeks so your c*nt lips could flare open.

More of his seed dripped out, cascading down your warm thighs and sticking to your skin.

He observed it intently, his expression stoic for a moment before his arched brows furrowed.

"My wife needs to learn her lesson, yes?"

A shiver ran up your bare spine, dispositions of potential outcomes danced through your head. What do you say? What do you do?

You didn't know, only rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to create friction and subdue that returning heartbeat in your cl*t.

Abruptly one of his hands came down upon one of your bottom cheeks, his hand opened with full contact on your skin.

"Ah!" You wailed out audibly, the burning of the corner of your eyes starting as it glazed over with tears.

Your a** jiggled, your thighs rippling from the force as you push your bottom up unconsciously. Throbbing stinging pain flushed through your skin and spread down your legs.

"You still don't answer me? Did I f*ck you stupid already?" He sought, the rumbling of his speech felt against your side that pressed on his chest.

Swallowing thickly you reached over to the bed to dig your nails into the soft cushion. "N-No." It was barely above a whisper.

His open hand came down on the opposite cheek, this time harder and more forceful. The gasp halted in your throat, your whole body jolting from the violent might of his slap.

"Who do you think you're talking to!? You better speak louder!?"

Your bottom began to ache, throbbing as heat rushed to the spanked skin. It made your cl*t throb, the force, how treated you like a ragdoll, throwing you around and holding you down.

There was no denying that you liked it. Becoming even more turned on with every domineering slap that hurt so good.

"Y-Yes! God(s), please Illumi."

The man dragged his fingers down your thighs with feather-like touches up and down until he reached dripping c*nt.

He gave you no preparation or warning as two of his fingers drove into your c*m filled inside and passed downwards against your bladder.

You clenched so tightly, spasm almost from the overstimulation. One of your hands gripped onto his thighs and you attempted to remove yourself from over his lap but it was futile.

He gripped the back of your neck and forced your head down, essentially keeping your body over his lap as he began pumping his fingers inside.

His chilled long nimble fingers reached deep and grazed over the stimulants inside. Your hips were bucking, body spams as you cried and wailed.

"You're so pretty." He complimented, squeezing his fingers over the back of your neck while driving his fingers harder.

Illumi leaned down for a moment to kiss the middle of your back, his cold lips a soothing touch on your burning skin.

"So f*cking pretty I lose my mind." He huffed, almost overwhelmed by your quivering form on his lap.

For a moment he removed his drenched fingers and slammed them down on your heated cheeks. You screamed, eyes rolling back in your head as hit your other cheek with an open hand.

Two...three...four, he hit you four times with intense force before resuming his fingers place back inside. Your stomach was tingling, your org*sm reaching closer and bringing you closer to the edge.

"Desperate, desperate you are getting off on being hit. I can feel how close you are, it's funny."

You pressed your stomach more into his lap, back arching as your hips swayed from the overstimulation.

The tingling grew more intense, spreading across your abdomen as adrenaline coursed through your veins.

Removing his fingers from inside he grasped your hair, throwing your head back as his other hand forced your body upwards.

He guided your body hurridly to be straddling his lap, the tip of his leaking c*ck at your sopping wet entrance.

Your husband was quick to plunge inside again so your org*sm couldn't dissipate. He reached so far inside, your walls spamming as they worked to stretch and form around him again.

Pressing your sweaty chest against him, hands flew to his shoulders where you dug your nails into his pale flesh.

Illumi griped your hip, fingers driving into your plump skin so he could use his strength and guide your body to bounce on him.

Quicker, faster his c*ck pounding inside that pressed against the entrance to your womb was bringing your climax closer at a rapid rate.

Your husband tugged on your hair and forced your head back so your throat was open to him. He wasted no time attaching his lips to your skin, sucking, marking it all with contusions and love bites.

You couldn't help but smile. Ecstasy and euphoria were infused with every nerve inside of your body. This was exactly what you wanted.

Illumi manhandled your body, throwing you around, and doing whatever he wanted. The chase had heightened every one of his senses and slowly broke his self-control.

If you hadn't won he wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't just be treating you like a f*ck toy and abusing his strength over yours.

You loved it, you loved it all.

With his fat c*ck brushing against the stimulants inside, driving in so deeply, it was all you needed to release for the third time.

Your lips parted as you shakily inhaled. You drew blood from his shoulders while pressing against his chest.

Rolling your eyes back into your head your lids flickered. Your walls tightened and squeezed, convulsing around his pounding c*ck.

"You look so f*cking pretty c*mming on my c*ck." He breathed against your skin, pulling back so he could fully see your debauched expression.

The creamy liquids of your org*sm milked his length, drenching his pubic hair and dripping down your thighs.

Your walls fluttered, coursing through every vein and boiling the blood below your skin. Sucking and goading him for more.

You were shaking with your whole body trembling above him. It didn't take long for Illumi to move you once again.

He lifted your succulent body with his firm hands and flopped your frame on your left side on the bed. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed while holding your right thigh open to reveal your c*nt to him.

Aggressively he plunged inside and held your lifted leg over his arm as both hands held onto your curved waist.

You unconsciously ground against him, back stretching as you reached behind your frame to grip the bedsheets drenched in your sweat.

With every prominent thrust of his hips, he made your a** jiggle and ripple. He hummed blissfully, his pupilless optics keeping their gaze on your plush bottom.

He stroked so deeply, so profoundly as he lost himself in the wet warmth of your insides. He couldn't get enough of the whole rendition.

Your moans and mewls were encouragement. Rippling bruised cheeks from his spankings fueled him harder.

He was close again, stomach tingling and balls tensing. The thoughts of spilling into you again were what he needed to grip so tightly he bruised your skin.

His perfectly straightened teeth ground against each other as they felt his stomach start to contract and tense.

"I'm going to c*m again and this time you'll listen to me right?" He didn't wait for an answer as he spoke again. "Be the little vixen you are and suck it all from me. Hold it in as if your life depends on it."

At the moment he mostly meant that last part.

By now you most definitely couldn't produce any words. Your throat was raw from moaning and ached from the dryness of your esophagus.

(e/c) optics rolled back into your head, eyelids barely able to keep open as your husband swelled inside of you once again.

His c*ck was felt twitching inside your clenching walls, molded around him in a tight hold that was constraining.

You were eager to feel the sensation of his seed filling into your womb and Illumi was just as impatient to give you what you wanted.

The man's hips jerked upwards, the tip of his member kissing your cervix as his body finally released and he was met with his climax.

He inhaled audibly, grunting aloud and calling out your name in an almost desperate plea.

Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip into your womb that amassed all of it greedily. They were thick, painting your insides white with his slow lascivious thrust.

Your belly felt full, heavy even as the comforting feeling drove through every nerve in your body and numbed your brain.

He continued to roll his member inside, making sure every last drop was drained from his firm balls before finally, he allowed himself to still and plug his seed.

Almost frantically he captured your lips again while surrounding your torso with his long muscular arms.

Illumi held you tightly to his chest, desperately attempting to be closer to you both physically and spiritually. No matter how much he could press your body against his it never felt enough.

"I love you." He murmured in your ear, placing much softer smooches below your ear. "I must apologize if I went too far.

You shook your head blissfully and weekly rested a hand atop his head. "I love you too. And I don't think I require an apology tonight, my husband."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[kiame-sama]

Bunny Links (Yandere!Adult-trio)

These are just the fics, not the many head-cannons I have done. Entire list is +18

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Pt 1: NSFW

Pt 2: NSFW

Pt 3: (f->m) NSFW

Monster Special: NSFW

[admrlthundrbolt]

Masterlist

Stranger Things

Straight Through The Heart (Eddie Munson x Chubby Reader)

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (Okuyasu x Chubby Reader)

One Way Or Another (Selkie N'Doul x Chubby Reader

Voices In My Head (Secco x Chubby Reader)

How Did You Love (Polnareff x Chubby Reader)

Heal The Pain (Dragon Wamuu x Chubby Reader)

Black Magic Woman (Werewolf Santana x Chubby Reader)

Evil Walks (Poltergeist Esidisi x Chubby Reader)

Just What I Needed (Gorgon Kars x Chubby Reader)

Believer (Gargoyle Risotto x Chubby Reader)

Resident Alien

Warm Heart Pastry (Harry x Chubby Reader)

One-Punch Man

Love is a Battlefield (Garou x Chubby Reader)

Holding Out For A Hero (Mumen Rider x Chubby Reader)

Elevate (King x Chubby Reader)

Bullet Train

Apple Blossom (Lemon x Chubby Reader x Tangerine)

Stayin' Alive (Ladybug x Chubby Reader

Resident Evil

Your Love Could Start a War (Lady Dimitrescu x Cubby Reader)

New Future Weapon (Mutant Wesker x Chubby Reader)

Encanto

Dance Macabre (Bruno x Chubby Reader)

Harley Quinn

Have Faith In Me (Bane x Chubby Reader)

Overwatch

You Dropped A Bomb On Me (Junkrat x Chubby Reader)

The Road to El Dorado

I Put A Spell On You (Tzekel-Kan x Chubby Reader)

Camp Camp

Perfect World (David x Cubby Reader)

Spider-Man

Ashes (Norman Osborn x Chubby Reader)

Emperor's New Clothes (Doc Ock x Chubby Reader)

Firefly

Wait A Minute My Girl (Jayne x Chubby Reader)

Scream

You Spin Me Round (Billy x Chubby Reader x Stu)

Naruto

Sweet Tooth (Iruka x Chubby Reader)

Batman

Leather and Lace (Killer Croc x Chubby Reader)

Friday the 13th

Die To Live (Jason Vorhees x Chubby Reader)

Hunter X Hunter

Do It All The Time (Hisoka x Chubby Reader x Illumi)

Drag Me Down(Minotaur Uvogin x Chubby Reader)

Guardians of the Galaxy

Edge Of Midnight (Nebula x Chubby Reader)

What We Do in the Shadows

Under The Graveyard (Petyr x Chubby Reader)

Alone Together (Nandor the Relentless x Chubby Reader)

Inglorious Bastards

Some Nights (Hugo Stiglitz x Chubby Reader)

Halloween

Popular Monster (Demon Michael Myers x Chubby Reader)

Pokemon

Electric Love (Guzma x Chubby Reader)

Arcane

Reckless Paradise (Silco x Chubby Reader)

Terminator

One Of Those Days (Sarah Conner x Chubby Reader)

Mad Max

Radioactive (Furiosa x Chubby Reader)

Mario Bros

Love From The Other Side (Bowser x Chubby Reader)

Jeepers Creepers

Centuries (Jeepers Creepers x Chubby Reader)

Halloweentown

Tongue Tied (Luke x Chubby Reader)

Venom

Run Run Run (Eddie x Chubby Reader x Venom)

Stardew Valley

Therapy (Harvey x Chubby Reader)

Blue Eye Samurai

Prisoner (Mizu x Chubby Reader)

[introvertedelf]

Warnings: Period talk, really soft Hisoka

Imagine hisoka playing with your breasts before/when you’re on your period because they’re ultra sensitive.

-You’d bump into a wall or something on accident, crying out in pain because your breasts were really sensitive.

-Hisoka didn’t understand because you had a high pain tolerance, he didn’t understand how bumping into a wall hurt you.

-He’d ask if you’re okay, becoming curious.

-Your cheeks turn bright red, and you shrug it off and lie, saying you’re fine.

-He leaves it alone until later when he hugs you from behind, grabbing your breast softly. You flinch and get away from him, covering your boob with your arm.

-“Okay little one. What’s wrong? You’re in pain.” He finally asks.

-You try to lie again, but he gives you a look as to say “don’t you dare lie again.” So you explain that you’re on your period/about to be and your breasts get really tender.

-He chuckled softly before coming up to you slowly.

-He puts his large hands up your shirt, noticing you aren’t wearing a bra. He tells you to “shh”, and you trust him.

-He softly rubs them, before lifting up your shirt entirely and attaching his warm lips to them.

-His licks were gentle and soothing, actually helping you.

-You run your hands through his hair, and he finally stops, leaning up to kiss you gently.

-“Let’s watch your favourite movie and cuddle, yeah? Also, do you need me to get you anything from the store? Candy, drinks, menstrual products?”

-You look up at him in shock, not expecting this behavior at all. He chuckled at you, kissing your nose cutely.

-“Oh darling, I’d do anything for you.”

[happy-mimin]

➪𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨 (𝙖𝙠𝙖:𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧) 𝙭 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣: Parenthood!

➪Contains: fluff, just more fluff yalllll, some angst.

➪Started at: 10:12 am

➪Finished at: 11:56 am

➪ April, 6 2021

➪♡︎𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠: “What did y’all do for the break tho?! I was bored than a sheep.”

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The newborn 👶:

❤︎: He regrets every day that he couldn’t be there for your first child together. Always apologized in the most disrespectful and kindest way tho..

Ex: “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you giving birth to the little “shit”. “ He would say while laying up against your chest.

❤︎: Sometimes he overthinks alot. When he changes their diaper, he thinks he’ll somehow or someway mess it up and make them cry. Whenever he holds them in his arms, Jeff would ask you a series of questions about if he’s doing it correctly.

❤︎: He would call his child beautiful and just shower them in compliments every.single.DAY.

The baby could just be drinking from your titty and he would be like: “Awww look at you! Sucking ya mum’s titty. My Lil’ cute/handsome (nickname.)

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Toddler Stage 🧒:

❤︎: Jeff made it known that his kid was a little bad-ass. Everytime when you tried to scold them, your baby daddy would come to the rescue to defend his little self.

“YOU’RE HEARTLESS WOMAN!! LOOK HOW YOU MADE THEM CRY!”

“Jeffrey woods. [child's name] have been going through the cookie jar, all I’m doing is hiding it.” Oml.

❤︎: He was so excited for their first words. Could hardly contain his excitement when they began to walk. Well...until their first words was this: "Mama!"

Jeff wouldn't talk to you after a week.

❤︎: You and your baby always gonna make fun of daddy from time to time.

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Kid stage: 🧒

❤︎: “Mama?” They stood by your bed, crawling on top of it.

“What happened munchkin?” You said while setting down the tv remote and snuggling them into your covers.

“I kinda want a brother..”, Jeff slammed the bathroom door open which made both of you jump. They looked at their father and then you before Jeff spoke again. “Get out kiddo..”

“Why?”

“You wanted a sibling right?” Jeff said while looking at you, smiling deviously.

[sweettodo]

a simple competition.

⟿ Hisoka Morow x freader x Chrollo Lucilfer

Includes : threesome, toys, smut, not even a good plot but yk, consumption of alcohol

word count : 2,7k.

my last little surprise for you guys, some more threesum action .... here you go puppies. THX FOR 300 [ almost 400 rn :) ] <3 !!! your favorite men at your disposal... [y/n is aged].

fun fact, I'm eating takis rn, are these spicier than usual or am I imagining things ? i’m also watching ‘malcolm and marie’ AMAZING movie, i highly suggest it, the dynamic of the two is so detailed, such a good movie.

••

Maybe it wasn't a clever idea to drink, but once you attained that nice and warm sensation in your gut, there was certainly nothing stopping you from finishing the already half-empty bottle of pink whitney.

Laying sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the room slowly spins around you. Content and relaxed with your position.

It wasn't your fault, Pakudona reassuring you that it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun tonight, that Chrollo wouldn't heed if you crashed here for the night, he was tipsy, manspreading on the other end of the couch, eyes puffy and glossed over, enjoying the quiet.

Music was playing thirty minutes previously, but as the night went on, one by one, the others hit the road to sleep off their intoxication, it was already past midnight.

One person had yet to leave, that was Hisoka... of course.

He wandered back into the living room, plopping down next to you and your friend on the couch, "leaving anytime soon? Y/n?"

You shook your head, "staying the night." Hisoka's arched eyebrows rise, a little smile tugging at the niche of his mouth.

"Is that so?" Chrollo sits up, staring at the kaleidoscopic man, a sarcastic undergone on his tongue.

"That's what happens when you drive here, and drink" You nod, "although I didn't quite intend on you staying the night, Morow." He hums, Hisoka pinches the corner of the thin card, waving it back and forth teasingly.

"I can't let you have our playmate all to yourself," you roll your eyes.

"It's not like that," you mutter, staring the magician in the eyes, "I couldn't leave if I wanted to."

"That is true," Chrollo interjects, "that doesn't mean you want to leave though, is it?" you shrug.

"No, I wanna stay, got an issue with that?" you ask, he shakes his head.

"Of course not- although, I suppose Hisoka would be better off on his way."

You estimated things would only get progressively worse from here, the moment Hisoka's bloodlust began to fill the air, you felt this was your cue; before you're able to leave the room, Hisoka's hand is fastened around your wrist, sitting you back down.

"Oh, you can't flee now," dread fills your face, "come on, we might as well finish the conversation."

You and Chrollo both knew what he was talking about. No matter how petty or pathetic, it appears to be that the rivalry between the two never seemed to subside, even drunk.

"Go on, since you have so much to say."

"Am I wrong for thinking my friend is a pretty girl? I seem to remind her more than you do."

"You seem to think you own her, it's pitiful honestly, " Blushing, you look down at your thighs, "do you think she's pretty, Chrollo?"

"I do. I think she knows that right?" you peek up at him, he gleams and tilts his head.

"Look at her, my, you must like us flattering you." You shake your head.

"That's because you neglect to tell her more often, does Chrollo ever call you pretty?" with Hisoka pushing Chrollo's every button, tensions were surging, both men now at the edge of their seats- literally.

"No, he doesn't," you speak, the magician letting out a deep chuckle, you felt like you were being scrutinized, the eyes burning into you felt poisonous and dour, you felt minuscule compared to them.

"I could do so much better than call you pretty, right kitten?" your heart sinks to your stomach, gulping hard. It was too hard to look at them in the eyes as you sunk further into the couch.

"Are we making you nervous?"

The inquiry continues.

"Yeah- you are." You retort, "you guys are talking about me like I'm not here."

"Then let's ask the lady herself, y/n." Looking up to meet Hisoka's gaze, "who do you think could take better care of you?"

Heart pounding out of your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies, "I- I don't know, I've never thought about it." Laughing, you look to see Chrollo, who's standing to his feet.

"I think I know a way to help you decide," smug smile peeking from his face, "unless you don't want to?"

A single nod is all they needed to know, Hisoka standing to his feet, seeing how you sat on the couch as still as a statue, "please don't be so tense, you know how good we are to you." Hisoka slowly picks up your hand.

He's steering you to your feet, "what do you have in mind, Chrollo?" the man leading you two upstairs.

"I think I have something that'll work out for all of us."

The dress you wore to this get-together now seemed like you were exposed, bare, and vulnerable, you knew what their agenda was, you didn't fancy the idea of being the center of attention.

Chrollo slowly clicking open his door, walking in, and promptly turning on the light, you're led to the side of his king-sized bed, his room was both contemporary and warm, comforting feeling; the walls a deep vermilion, the sheets plush, soft and black tones.

"We should leave it up to our little kitten to decide," the buttons on his shirt slowly coming undone, stopping at his sternum.

"What do you think, Morow?" Hisoka looks at you with low eyes.

"I'll go first."

Chrollo stalks towards you, sitting there falling apart at the seams, Chrollo's large and reaching behind your ear, thumb gently caressing your jawline, side to side, "you okay with this? Sweetheart?" you nod, the name sending jolts between your thighs.

Hisoka's rubbing your bare leg, sitting next to you on the mattress as his fingertips trail up and down, his hand stopping inside your thigh and pressing a leg open, Chrollo clasping your other knee and you lay on your back

"I'll get some time to please you, Hisoka gets the same when I'm done, yes?"

You're breathless, Hisoka grabbing you and pressing your back against him, his hands pinching the seams of your dress, "cute little dress- you should wear it more often for me." He hums, rolling it up, your thighs buckled together while lifting your back off the mattress, the dress sitting bunched up at your hips, the panties you wore sitting on your hips.

"My, who knew she would wear something so- revealing." Arms linking around your own, Hisoka keeps you completely locked in place.

"Did you wear these for me? Kitten?" Chrollo asks, shaking your head no.

Tugging at the little strong which hardly kept you covered, “I'll keep these, yeah?” you nod, the pants of Chrollo’s fingers barely ticking you, brushing against your already anxious body.

"Stay still for me, okay?"

"Okay." You breathe.

Hand leaning over past Hisoka, he's opening up the drawer beside his bed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the little pink toy, compact in nothing bugger than four inches long, he sits on the bed in front of you, bringing the little object to your core.

He switches it on the lowest setting, the only noise in the room was the quiet buzzing of the vibrator as he barely touches your clit, the tiniest contact with the toy having your chest rise and fall, "keep these open for me, okay princess?" his fingers hook below your panties, pulling them down and placing them beside him.

"Such a pretty pussy, don't you think, Hisoka?" You're gnawing on your bottom lip from the teasing little touches with the toy, he was doing this on purpose; your legs laid open, the other man holding your arms to where you couldn't do anything if you wanted to.

"It is, I'm sure it's even prettier when it's cumming,"

Chrollo finally presses the vibrator onto your clit, he leans over your cunt, spitting, your mouth opens, the saliva hardly cooling your excited cunt.

He uses his free hand to finish unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it on the floor, he leans down leveled to your cunt, holding your leg over his broad and muscular shoulder, his tongue licking a stripe towards your occupied clit. Your body shakes, digging further into Hisoka's chest, he holds you tighter.

"Fuck, p-please!" you gasp, wanting to dig your hands into his hair, thrashing against Hisoka's arms, "let me touch-" your pleads fall on deaf ears, Chrollo’s tongue swirling into you in sinful ways, your legs twitching, the toy too much to handle.

The euphoric feeling of the overstimulation sending a pool of cream right onto Chrollo's tongue, lapping up every drop of you.

You were dizzy, Chrollo drinking up all of your essences, his hand pressed into your thigh to keep you from buckling onto him, your back grinding against the pressure of Hisoka's growing erection, his hands had grabbed the straps of your dress, one by one pulling them down and releasing your tits from the braless dress.

It's almost too good to be true- the man spending a dangerous amount of time eating your pussy like it was his very last meal, tasting everything he possibly could, the vibrator maintaining its spot in little circles around your swollen and screaming clit.

Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of your body, you're dripping sweat, he pulls off of you, your cum covering his reddish swollen lips, chin soaked. You looked a wreck, makeup streaming down your face, legs numb, his head coming to yours, he kisses your panting lips, releasing you from Hisoka.

The taste of your cum filling your mouth, his tongue licking past your bottom lip and into your mouth.

"Take this off." tearing at your dress, peeling it over your head, unzipping his pants, "you're gonna straddle me and stay still, is that okay with you, kitty?"

"O-okay, what about Hisoka?" Grabbing your hips, you straddle him. He raises you a little.

"He's gonna watch me make you cum a few more times-" hissing in the air as he assists you to slide down onto his cock, the stretch was unbearable, but you push through, trying not to slouch over in pain.

"-hurts, bad!" You sob.

"You take me so well, it'll only hurt for a second, promise."

His hand's move, one to your waist and one loosely around your throat as he holds you up to get a better grip on your already weakened body.

Keeping eye contact with Hisoka as your body is demolished by the man beneath you, eyes boring into you seductively, captivated by your mess of a face.

You felt as if you were being torn in half, crying out his name as he knew just how to fuck you; fucking your pussy just right.

Fucking you so hard you were going numb.

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum again!" you screamed, head falling back as you searched desperately for air, Chrollo rolling his hips into you as he released you, slumping to his chest, his chest stick from sweat.

"You wanna be filled with my seed, kitty?" Nodding in his shoulder.

"Please fill me- I want your cum,"

The feeling of his cum seeping down his cock and deep into your beaten-up cunt, his breath heavy against your ear.

You sit up, large arms wrapping from behind you and pulling you off of your straddle, Chrollo getting off the bed to clean himself off as Hisoka sits you on the bed, tucking your hair behind your ear gently, smiling as you look up at him, blurred eyes.

"My my, I don't think she can handle it, or can you?"

"I-I can, trust me." He smiles, pleased with your answer, his soft hands taking up your arm before leaning you back, onto your back, he was sweaty, so his shirt was clinging to his body, his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, pulling his tie loose while standing between your open legs, "let me see your wrists, princess."

He's leading you against the bed frame, linking your hands together and finishing off the knot around the post of the frame, the man getting on his knees between your legs, letting his shirt hand open as his hands work at his slacks, unbuckling the leather belt and tossing it to the side, "you look so innocent, tied up and quiet as a mouse, even after you just got fucked out," he pushes down his pants, erection throbbing from underneath his underwear.

The area between your legs throb, he was beyond ready to feel your walls tighten around him, he was ready to hear you begging for more.

He needed to one-up Chrollo.

He lifts your hips, your legs propped against his thighs while remaining restrained, his tip aiming into you accordingly before pushing into your beaten cunt.

His arm propped, flexing as he grips the headboard, drilling into your cunt with no tenderness, he spares you no pain as he ruts into you, ready to split you in half the instant he saw you spilling cum at the hands of his rival.

The size of him left you perplexed, the way he was splitting you open while bringing you to an indescribable state of heaven had you a sloppy mess, the thick cock he had with his veins filling in the little nerves you had yet to feel seconds earlier. He filled you, and he filled you well.

Hisoka fucks you until your head is blank, eyes seeing white, one of his hands gripping your hip, keeping you from laying fully on your back.

You try to cry put to him, and he notices.

He slows only slightly, rolling his hips back and forth into you so you can speak, "s-so good, it feels so good!"

Each rut of his hips sends you into oblivion, the way his hips bumped and clashed against your body left you spitting out a mantra of his name, Chrollo inches away from you, rolling your perked nipple in between his fingers, sending chills up your body.

Hisoka brings his eyes to you, "joining in, my friend?" Chrollo pulls his hand back, you almost find yourself whining.

“Did I fuck you better, y/n?” Chrollo taunts, his lips barely pressing against the life of your ear, “is Hisoka making you feel good?” Hisoka's beautiful golden eyes stalk you, waiting for your answer; stabbing right into your soul.

“Answer him, go on, kitten; did he fill you as good as I am?”

The questions were throwing you in for a loop, your stomach twisted, digging your head back deeper into the pillow of Chrollo’s bed.

“Fill me, please- daddy.” You cry, you longed to touch him, to feel his soft hair as he pummeled into you; you tugged on your wrists softly, already weak, the tied limbs going numb and tingling.

Before you know it, another orgasm is torn out of you; groaning out as you tightened and clenching around him, body once again convulsing, legs tightening around Hisoka’s waist. Each time they made you cum, the more came spilling from your cunt, it was almost unreal how much the bed was soaked, how soaked your thighs were, Hisoka’s pants being stained in the process.

This pretty little soaked pussy, sucking me in so good.” Panting, his head falls back, his dick quaver’s while his thrusts become more staggered, hand gripping tighter around your already sore hip.

His seed bathes both you and his cock, hips sputtering as he slowly slips out of your abused cunt. your head spinning, a panting mess at you blink and stare at the ceiling.

You could barely move, the men in the room throwing on clothes, hearing zippers, you lift your head.

Chrollo hands you a blanket, draping it over your body.

Sitting up, the blanket around you, you look at the two men who were fiddling around doing nothing but looming around the room.

While Hisoka buttons up his shirt, he tilts his head towards you, “tired, princess?” you nod.

A devious smirk dances on your lips, they look at you confused, “perhaps though, I might need another round, you know- to decide who was better.”

[shorkbrian]

Wet

Help me stop lewding everything in my life please

(Cecaelia (OctoMer) Hisoka thirst I’m sorry)

(Warnings - non con, NSFW, monster fucking. Kind of like bestiality but not really (I don’t want to fuck an octopus), fucking while half-way in water. This doesn’t make any sense Im so sorry lol it’s gross)

Have you ever touched an octopus?

They’re pretty slimey, their texture can change from smooth to bumpy to ridged and back to smooth at will.

More than 250 suckers are attached to each tentacle, and instead of their brain being used to store the majority of neurons, they use their limbs to store those important connections.

Suckers are like the ultimate sensory organ - they can taste, touch, smell, and “see”.

One of their eight arms is a reproductive organ. To inseminate a female, they’ll sometimes rip it off before presenting her with the limb, for her to use whenever she decides she’s ready to settle down.

Have I said that they’re slimy? And they like to grab. Incredibly intelligent creatures, they’re able to figure out humans and like to “play” with us, through memory games and fetch, sometimes even tag.

And Hisoka would definitely like to play with you.

He’d catch you while you were out swimming in a small cove, have a bit of fun chasing you through the waves, seeing the fear on your face as you try to swim back to shore, away from the terrifying creature that he was. 

You’d stand no chance, get dragged away from the shore, his long tentacles wrapped around your body, suckers attached to every bit of bared skin.

When you figured out that he was half-man, half-octopus, you would calm down considerably, become curious and interested. And since he’s able to communicate, you’re asking him questions, so enamored by the fact that you’re talking to a Cecaelia that you don’t notice how his suckers are rhythmically moving over your flesh, dragging and sucking.

He lets you feel his tentacles, has you feel the one with a bulbous tip, and you’re so distracted by the ticklish sensation of the suckers attaching to your arm, you miss the way Hisoka licks his lips and shudders in pleasure as you unknowingly fondle his octopod reproductive organ.

But Hisoka is half-man, after all.

It isn’t long before his human cock is slipping free from it’s gummy slit, right underneath where his flesh melts into octopus skin. His lower half is underwater, so you don’t notice until Hisoka bumps against you and you feel an “extra tentacle” against your thigh. 

You laugh, before grabbing at it, squeezing as you try to pull it up and out of the water, thinking that he’s curled up a tentacle beneath you. 

The painful tugging makes Hisoka moan, pink mouth stretching open as his hands shoot to your hips, tentacles wrapping around your legs.

When you finally realize what you had just grabbed, what’s going on, why Hisoka is moaning - it’s too late.

You try to apologize and push yourself away, but Hisoka doesn’t let you move. 

You try to tell him to stop as a tentacle starts to creep under your swimsuit, but he’s not listening.

You try to scream and thrash in his hold - you would not let yourself be fucked by a mutated octopus today - but all that got you was a slimy tentacle shoved down your throat, tip teasing your gag reflex.

Trying to bite down on that only made the Cecaelia release a breathy sigh, grinding against your thigh with his human cock.

The swimsuit you wore was easily ripped to shreds, cast aside to be taken by the ocean. suckers attacked the new flesh presented to them, and when they neared your beasts you screamed.

You screamed even louder when a sucker settled over each nipple, before clamping down and pulling.

Another tentacle wormed it’s way in between your leg, his reproductive organ, the one with the bulbous tip. You kicked at it, but the Cecaelia only grinned when your foot made contact.

As the tentacle’s bulbous tip rubbed against your folds, you screamed again, hands moving from trying to pull the tentacles away from your tits, to trying to pull the tentacle away from your slit.

But more tentacles grabbed you, completely immobilizing you in the Cecaelia’s hold. 

All you could do was feel as the tentacle between your legs turned, the slimy suckers on the underside immediately latching onto your clit and your folds, sucking with such pressure and with such a rhythmic pull that you felt an orgasm rip through you immediately. 

It was like no other sensation you had ever felt before, slicker than lube, firm as plastic yet softer than human flesh. It didn’t even seem like Hisoka was trying to make you cum, but he had anyway, golden eyes trained on your face. 

Thankfully, the suckers didn’t stay attached to your clit for long - you were sure if they had, you’d have passed out cold from the stimulation. 

As soon as they detached, a rush of cold water flooded onto the heated flesh, and you gasped, trying and failing to close your legs.

Hisoka muscles his way between your thighs, his human cock quickly being pressed against your over-sensitive pussy. He groaned at the contact, hips already rocking against you, idly rubbing his cock through your folds.

The tentacle down your throat was replaced by the one with the bulbous tip, letting you emit a garbled cry while they were switching, before you were forced silent again.

Your chest was burning under the ministrations of the tentacles there, the sucking overloading your nerves.

Hisoka thrust into you while you were distracted by the limbs on your breasts, and you cried out, throat convulsing around the tentacle blocking it.

He had suckers on his cock.

The half-man moaned, voice low and shaky as his eyes rolled back into his head. You were afraid he was going to drop you beneath the waves, drown you.

But he held on, kept your lower half submerged as he rested inside of your pussy.

It was torture already - his thick cock staying completely still, yet the suckers covering it pulsing so strongly at your sensitive walls that you couldn’t help but shake through another orgasm in his hold.

That only spurred Hisoka into action, drawing out of you (the suckers detached easily... did he have control of them?) before slamming back in. He let go of your arms, which immediately grabbed at his neck, your nails digging in deep as you tried to hurt him.

Hisoka only moaned again, hips slamming into you harder and harder.

He was getting off on the pain.

The tentacle inside your mouth pulsed, and a gloopy texture leaked down your throat. You wanted to throw up, to cry.

When Hisoka came into you pussy, you cried out, the sound muffled and pathetic. HIs seed felt so hot inside of you, the water felt so cold around you.

Instead of pulling out, he stayed buried balls deep. The contrasting texture of milky, soft human skin and textured, slimy octopus skin made your own flesh cringe, the defining line between man and beast skin rubbing over your ass as waves rocked you both.

The suckers on his cock began pulsating again, and tears fell from your eyes when the sucker from your mouth finally withdrew, only to shoot down to your pussy.

With your mouth now free, you could scream and shout and cry yourself hoarse. Unfortunately, Hisoka was the only one around to hear you.

When his bulbous-tipped tentacle rubbed at your clit, you shot forward, clamping down on his shoulder hard with your teeth at the overstimulation. 

His tentacle eased inside your pussy, alongside his dick. It was slow-going, and painful, and you were crying through the whole ordeal, chewing on Hisoka’s shoulder, but the Cecealia didn’t seem to mind, instead humming and sighing in pleasure as you bloodied his flesh.

Only when his tentacle finally wormed it’s way fully inside you, then did Hisoka still his movements.

The suckers were still pulling at you, your nipples, your clit, the insides of your messy, stretched pussy. It felt like heaven and hell, but you couldn’t move either way.

Octopus can take up to four hours to mate.

It had only been a few minutes.

[a-girl-withouta-face]

Title:Smiles after work

Shaiapouf x Reader NSFW

Story:You come home from work and things stuff started happening.

“Pouf , I'm home.”You said, taking off your black stilettos as you placed them on the smooth floor around the doorway.As soon as you finished you headed your way to the living room which was completely silent.Sighing you shutted both of your eyes falling back first onto the coach deliberately.

You weren’t extremely tired, in fact you were just a tad bit exhausted that you needed a minute or two.Your boss at work partially overworks you thought you could deal with it with no problem so you decided not to inform Shaiapouf about it since you knew how he is.

“How was work today , my queen?”You looked up to see a kneeling Shaiapouf before your eyes.A small smile came across your face as soon as you looked at him.Besides having a shitty office occupation at least you had your boyfriend greeting you daily when you come home from work.Before responding to his question you sat up to face him.

“It was alright just got overworked a bit by my boss but I'm okay haha.”You chuckled lightly.

“Humans really are incompetent.”His face showed one word to describe his expression, displeased.

“Hey , it's okay, it's not like this will happen again , anyways I'm going to take a shower.”With a reassuring smile you cupped his shoulder with your palm and stood up strolling your way to the bathroom after your response.

While you were in the bathroom Shaiapouf walked his way into the kitchen.Since you had an obviously atrocious day which he thought , he decided to bake your favorite food , cookies.Although you were an adult you had the taste of a child , still having a fixation on candy , sugary things and anime.Shaiapouf views you as a goddess despite your interest in childlike things.Either way it didn't really matter because he basically has the motto that you deserve the very best as his lover.

Meanwhile , you already got into your bath.Your hair was completely wet along with your entire figure.You sighed laying in the tub at ease soaking yourself deeper into the water.Today was busy so taking care of yourself was completely necessary.

“Aw , I love the way you cook.”You praise , stuffing your face with chocolate chip cookies one at a time.The taste was absolutely mouth watering this was much more of an upgrade than the ones you would buy at the store.It was no surprise he managed to whip up something like this since several days ago you would catch him reading cook books all day long but you never asked about it because you didn’t feel like it.

As soon as you finished you glared at your lover with an ecstatic grin.”Thank you.”

“You have no need to thank me , this is what I'm expected of.”He bowed.

“Aw come on , we are a couple not servant and master , okay?”With the same grin he reached out his slender hands , holding them against yours.

“Yes , Y/N.”He abided.A tranquil sigh left your throat.You had the sudden urge to kiss him as you stared at his soft lips.When you looked straight into his slant amber eyes while he stood unaware of what your planning to put into action you swiftly gripped onto him by his frilly white collar pulling him into a kiss.

As mentioned beforehand , his lips really were soft.You both melted into the kiss making the energy in the room change.Within a couple of seconds innocent kissing began to turn into a much more steamier make out session by the second.Tongues intertwined as you leaned your back against the couch while he leaned forward to get closer access to your mouth.His saliva was sweet , you chuckled under your breath still continuing.

Your right hand reached up to his shirt , unbuttoning it from the neck down.It took some time trying to locate where the buttons were and unbuttoning them while your eyes were focused somewhere else but you managed through.

Both eyes shut tasting each inch of his mouth as he does the same , you slid your hands down his collarbone stopping towards his bare chest.

Both of you stopped after a minute or two.

“May I-”Before he spoke you nodded to his request.

He slowly began pulling up your shirt over your shoulders to toss it to the side over the , revealing your jet black colored bra .”I will discard that after.”He paused for a moment , getting back into the mood in the next.

He reached under your arms unclipping your bra as you removed your skirt and panties.Seeing your entire figure bare for the first time made him harden under his pants.You had no doubt in his mind that he wasn’t hard.

From how he looked it was clear as day that he was holding back from touching you without consent , how typical.You kneeled down entirely naked on the ground facing him , he was unsure of what you were going to do next but as soon as you mischievously grinned he got the gist.

You bit onto the zipper of his fly , unzipping it as quickly as possible.Before you knew it you had his hardened member gripped into your hand , your tongue slowly caressed his small slit.Making a button of precum drip from the tip as a result.

For the first few seconds you gave a couple of kitten licks till you finally shoved his shaft halfway into your throat , his precum tasted slightly more different then the average person , much more of a sweet taste to it but it was only naturally since he isn’t human but a chimera ant.

This was enough to make his legs wobble in pleasure while he tried to withhold his stance despite the onslaught of arousal you made him endure.A couple of moans fell from his lips as you swallowed him up more vigorously , in no time soft whimpers became loud moans.

You were able to tell that he was about to reach his climax but before you allowed him to you paused to look at the feeble look in his eyes.

“Aw finished so fast?Not yet~”You teased.

“Y-yes , y/n.”He stuttered.

“Lay here.”You ordered him , like always he abided by your demand and laid his lanky body on the ground.You crawled yourself over on top of him.You started easing your entrance towards his manhood.

“Y/N , I fall short from deserving of this kind of treatme - a-ah!”He mutters then gets interrupted by his own abrupt moan , before you allow him to finish his nonsense you shoved his member inside of you.You went in back and forth non stop.

“Y-you deserve all of this now let me show you how much I l-love you!”Your voice stuttered trying to speak.His cock filled up your insides making your walls clench tighter around it.His face completely flustered , eyes clenched shut.He would’ve responded with something but the pleasure was so unbearable that even if he wanted to speak he couldn’t.

“I-I'm about to-”He warns , voices echoed off the walls.He was definitely at his limit about to climax , you aswell.You shoved yourself onto him one last time as you both came in ecstasy.

“I l-love you Shaiapouf hehe..”You said with low vitality.

[mylkys]

yandere hisoka hcs

warnings: 18+ smut. dark content. yandere hisoka.

word count: 804

sfw

♢ okay, we know how batshit hisoka is

♢you'd probably have to be a nen user- a strong one at that- to get his attention. doesn't matter what type, just that you're powerful 

♢ duh.

♢ whether you meet at the hunters' exam, heaven's arena, etc., he's hooked as soon as he senses the slightest bit of your nen.

♢ hisoka would definitely try to fight you, so be ready for that.

♢ the fight could go three ways:

-he beats you by a landslide, is disappointed, maybe kills you

-he beats you, but just barely, and is impressed you held out for so long

-you beat him, and he's impressed that you were stronger than him

♢ if either of the last two outcomes happen, you're screwed.

♢in my chrollo hcs, i said that chrollo wasn't the worst

♢ well, hisoka is. or is at least close.

♢ any time he's not harassing gon and killua, he's fucking with you

♢ literally

♢ he'd hurt you physically, constantly wanting to fight you.

♢ if he beat you in your fight, he'll say he wants to see if you've gotten stronger.

♢ if you beat him, he'll want to see if he can beat you.

♢ this little clown man won't leave you the fuck alone.

♢ he'll try to instigate fights, and the longer you ignore him, the worse he gets.

♢ like, i get the vibe he'd steal your shit. from little things like all of your spoons or your hairbrush to taking your underwear and clothes.

♢ he's a perve.

♢ you could potentially get those things back (your underwear having a few questionable stains), but only if you fight him.

♢ he'd also probably threaten to kill your friends if you've been rejecting him for too long.

♢ he'd do it too

♢ i feel like since he follows you around in his free time, he'd probably watch you sleep, shower, etc.

♢ just doing everyday shit.

♢ he wouldn't kidnap you in the traditional way. he moves around too much.

♢ but i feel like he'd force you to travel with him under the threat of slaughtering your family and friends.

♢ he's weird like that

nsfw

♥︎ def uses his bungee gum

♥︎ also calls his nut bungee cum

♥︎ i'm sorry

♥︎ n e way

♥︎ he'll use his nen to twist and move your body in different humiliating positions.

♥︎ loves to hear you choke on his cock while he fingerfucks you.

♥︎ not necessaily knife play, but holding one of his cards to your neck? i think he'd do that.

♥︎ loves to mark you. your body is covered in hickeys, scratches, etc.

♥︎ if he's feeling nice enough to leave your hands free, he's covered in them too.

♥︎ wants you to call him daddy.

♥︎ mocks you for being such a little pathetic baby.

♥︎ makes you dress up in little dresses and outfits.

♥︎ he'd talk to you like you're too dumb to think.

♥︎ ugh, degradation.

♥︎ loves calling you a slut, whore, bitch, etc.

♥︎ but his slut, his whore, his bitch. you're a dirty little girl for him.

♥︎ wouldn't mind sharing you if it's illumi, but he'd only let him fuck your mouth.

♥︎ only hisoka can touch your cunt.

♥︎ anyone else, they can only watch.

♥︎ they can see how beautiful you are, how beautiful hisoka is, how well he fucks your gorgeous body, but that's all they can do.

♥︎ watch.

♥︎ hisoka's sex drive is through the fucking roof.

♥︎ he'll fuck you just about anywhere tbh.

♥︎ desks, walls, beds- hell, even if there's isn't that he can lay you across, he'll either just pound you into the floor or hold you in his arms as he fucks up into you

♥︎ he's strong enough so he won't drop you

♥︎ he wouldn't fuck you while holding you if he thought he'd drop you.

♥︎ loud as FUCK.

♥︎ he'd be moaning, panting, whispering the filthiest words in your ear.

♥︎ he lets you know how good you make him feel, and he expects you to be just as loud.

♥︎ overstims the shit out of you and knows he's doing it.

♥︎ your little fucked out whimpers as hisoka rips orgasm after orgasm  from your body.

♥︎ his dick is similar to chrollo's but longer and thicker since hisoka is taller.

♥︎ there's no way you're walking straight the next day.

♥︎ hisoka honestly doesn't care where he cums. you look just as hot with it painting your pretty face as you do with it dripping out of your cunt.

♥︎ just depends on the day.

♢♥ he's not the best at showing it, but he'd absolutely do anything for you. you're his pretty little doll.

[kiame-sama]

Heyyy I love your fics!! Also do you have the link to the first part of Web of desire I can’t seem to find it.

[prettycutebunny]

Wide awake - hisoka x reader collab part 1

Me and my amazing friend @absolute-flaming-trash decided to collab , hope you enjoy it 💙

TW: unhealthy relationship , hisoka being an asshole , hinted non con nothing graphic I can't write lemon to save my life, and manga spoilers !

I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

When did it start ? How did the time merge so fast , you couldn't decipher it anymore ?

You've known him for so little time , yet it feels like forever. The moment your eyes met, even in your own memory you feel the time stop

His golden eyes looking at you curiously , eyeing you up and down as you approached him blushing.

You've seen him before. Hisoka Morow , the famous champion of Heaven Arena. A place you never thought you'd step a foot in until your friends dragged you there.

You've seen him fight his way to the top. You used to go because your friend made you , but how did it end up with you being his fan ?

His tickets were the hardest to come by , yet you couldn't stop yourself from spending paychecks on them. The disappointment of him not showing made you promise yourself to never go , yet again you go. He was simply too good to miss.

I'm wide awake

Yeah, I was in the dark

I was falling hard

With an open heart

I'm wide awake

How did I read the stars so wrong

His eyes were piercing you as he tapped his feet impatiently. You had to do it now. There's no knowing when you'll ever see him again.

"I'm a huge fan of you ! I've seen every one of your fights, and I don't know if you have someone ! But ..."

The words flew from your mouth so fast , you had to say them without thinking. If you think , you'll stop.

You swallowed nervously.

"Would you go out with me ?"

A chuckle took you by surprise. You felt your cheeks heat up, as your head lowered in shame.

He's laughing at you. Of course he is, what did you expect ? For him to hug you close and admit his love for you ? That he noticed you watching him in every match and fell for you ?

As your tears formed in your eyes , the laughing stopped and noises of heels clicking took it place.

Your chin was raised as you met his eyes again. His melted gold eyes shone with amusement accompanied with his signature smile.

"Amuse me , and I might♦️"

I'm wide awake

And now it's clear to me

That everything you see

Ain't always what it seems

I'm wide awake

Yeah, I was dreaming for so long

You stood in front of the mirror looking at yourself bitterly; how did he enchant you like that ? You were so far gone you ignored every warning sign even when it hit you in the face. Literally.

Your first "date" if you could call it that was unusual to say the least

You tried so hard to look as pretty as you can. You even bought new clothes and spent more time on a makeup tutorial than you care to admit.

He had texted you about his upcoming fight, naturally you already bought tickets to it before it's sold out. He wanted you watching from his room.

The tickets were pretty expensive but it also meant you could sell them and get a decent profit thanks to the limited number of them.

You walked nervously into Heaven's Arena, displaying your ID at the receptions who allowed you in. Hisoka already gave you a copy of his keys, which surprised you with how sudden it was. Then you laughed , what would you do ? Hurt him ? The idea alone was laughable

Reaching his room , you felt a sharp intense pain as your neck twisted painfully with a loud smack noise deafening your ears.

"You whore , you thieving whore ! He's mine. How dare you !"

Wish I knew then

What I know now

Wouldn't dive in

Wouldn't bow down

Gravity hurts

You made it so sweet

Till I woke up on

On the concrete

Closing the door while breathing heavily , you felt yourself shake with the amount of energy it took you to slam the door in her face and lock it.

Your cheek stung as you looked around at his place. It was quite fancy, which was expected from Heaven's Arena undefeated champion's rooms.

Your shaky hands turned on the tv as you headed to the kitchen looking for ice. Opening the freezer , you found tubs of ice cream and ice. You grabbed the ice while eyeing the neapolitan ice cream.

You were tempted, but you felt rude enough helping yourself to his ice. You didn't want your cheek to swell on your important date.

Hearing the excited announcement ,with the ice pack in hand you rushed to the TV. He was there in all his full glory with some powerful guy you never cared about.

The fight was similar to Hisoka's usual ones. He loved to spend time teasing and messing with his opponents. The death came in too quick after

he managed to land a hit on Hisoka's face, resulting in him being shredded with a stream of cards that came out of nowhere.

Closing the door , checking your face again , retouching your makeup , and changing your posture to your best abilities. You're going to look your best no matter what.

The loud noise of the door opening shocked you , being pinned out of nowhere on the sofa terrified you , seeing Hisoka's excited face aroused you as his hands started touching you all over while the other started ripping the clothes off of you.

Falling from cloud nine

Crashing from the high

I'm letting go tonight

I'm falling from cloud nine

Every single part of you ached. You've never been taken like that , so passionately and with great urgency. His deep alluring voice whispering in your ear; dragging you from the pain and pleasure. You were overwhelmed not only by his body , but also his words and whispers.

Feeling him shifting from atop of you as he walked naked to the phone. He looked at you with a satisfied smile as you tried to move after such a rough session.

Standing up wobbling , his voice faltered as you walked to the bathroom. looking at him , you noticed him glaring at your cheek, your hand went immediately to touch it earning a wince.

He slowly and predatorily approached and you could do nothing but stare.

"Who did this ♠️?"

"A woman slapped me when she saw me unlocking the door , she said I stolen you from her"

Your eyes lowered in embarrassment. That's not something to mention after you spent the night with someone.

Chuckles caught you off guard

"Ahh ! My little fruits tend to be a little too excited about me ♥️ you'll forgive them, won't you ♣️ ?"

I'm wide awake

Not losing any sleep

Picked up every piece

And landed on my feet

I'm wide awake

Need nothing to complete myself, no

It wasn't the last time it happened though. He was rarely around , and when he was he didn't want to do anything but have sex.

Whenever you did anything else , "little fruits" as he called them would attack you. Verbal and sometimes physical abuse towards you ruined the mood for you.

He didn't seem to care much , in fact he always looked amused. Today wasn't any different. He sent you a ticket to his new match with a keycard to his new suite in h]Heaven Arena's. You stopped buying tickets since he always sent you one.

It didn't take a genius to know , he either wanted you to patch him up or looking for a quick fuck. His matches always leave him hurt and aroused.

Why were you okay with this again ? Why can't you say no ? You knew it wasn't healthy but you can't help it. You're addicted to him now.

I'm wide awake

Yeah, I am born again

Out of the lion's den

I don't have to pretend

And it's too late

The story's over now, the end

Going to the match a lot earlier as usual, Heaven Arena's had a first come first serve rule on the seats. It became a habit for you to come hours earlier to book a decent seat.

His rival was someone he already defeated in the past so it should be okay. Not like he would lose or anything.

The noises of people slowly pouring distracted you from the nagging pain in your chest. Was this what you wanted ? A once every few weeks fuck or dinner if you're lucky ?

The match started as usual , Hisoka observing and letting his opponent take shots at him while he taunted them. The sudden severing of Hisoka's arm made you scream so loud , yet it was drowned by the screams of the entire stadium.

Hisoka was smirking and even offered him the other arm. What is he thinking ?

You felt yourself trumble as tears swelled in your eyes , how can he fight without arms? Will he bleed to death ? Why is he happy about it ?!

I wish I knew then

What I know now

Wouldn't dive in

Wouldn't bow down

Gravity hurts

You made it so sweet

Till I woke up on

On the concrete

You sat next to him in shock as you watched the

beautiful pink haired lady do her magic. She didn't seem to care you're watching. Her movements were fast and graceful before she finished and demanded her payment.

"Would you spend the night with me ♥️?"

You felt like you couldn't breath. Did you just hear that ? Her eyes drifted to you as she ignored him and left.

"Pity ♠️"

He looked at you with disappointment in his eyes before he smiled again. You stood back slowly heading to the door.

Where were you headed at this hour ? You can't stay with him ! He asked another woman right in front of you !

A firm hand gripped you as you felt your blood freeze.

"Where do you think you're going ♠️?"

Trying to break free from his grip , the painful lump in your throat making it impossible to breathe normally let alone talk. His hand only gripped you tighter as you started fighting to let go.

His face frowned at you trying your hardest to shake him off. Who did you think you were ? You knew you couldn't win against him , you saw all his fights ! The rational part in your brain didn't work.

All those women ? They weren't some crazy fans ? He's been cheating on you ? Does he even see you as more than a sex doll ?

A scream tore through your silent tears. He pinned you roughly over the table next to him. His face changed from the usual frown to something more sinister.

"Go on , fight me ♦️"

Thunder rumbling

Castles crumbling

I am trying to hold on

God knows that I tried

Seeing the bright side

But I'm not blind anymore

I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

Every single muscle in your body hurt. Even the roots of your hair felt like hell. Your throat was dry and so were your eyes.

How did this happen ? Why did your innocent crush turn to this ? Weren't you enough for him ? Did your pain excite him that much ?

He left after the pink haired girl as soon as he was finished with you. Is that really the last time you'd see him ?

It's okay you'll gather your pieces and move on. At least that's what you tell yourself every time you go and bandage him. Every time he has his way with you.

When you heard about his fight with chrollo you refused to go; still traumatized from the last night at his Heaven Arena's place , you simply couldn't. You still watched him on the TV and went the next day after he cooled off. It'll be the same thing over and over.

Why can't you just say no ? Will you only escape him through death ?

Death , it made you laugh. Hisoka dying ? The idea of it seems so far fetched. He was so strong. Too strong.

Wait , did his hand just explode ? His legs too ? Hisoka ?

I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

[introvertedelf]

Imagine Hisoka reacting to you being a brat.

-He’d ask you to do something simple like go get him his phone from your shared bedroom.

-You’d cross your arms, smirking, and say no.

-He initially smirked at your sassiness, but his smirk disappeared quickly when he realized that he was going to have to punish you.

-“What did you just say, kitten?”

-“I said no, Hisoka.”

-That was two strikes, first being a brat and now using his first name instead of daddy? You were dead.

-He grabbed you by your neck, pinning you down on the couch forcefully.

-“You’re going to pay for this my little slut.” He whispered into your ear before spitting into your mouth. He told you to swallow.

-He grabbed you and put you over his knee, ass up.

-He ripped your panties in half, exposing your bare ass.

-He wouldn’t even ask you how many you thought you needed. He knew exactly how many you deserved.

-His palm came down with a slap, repeating 20 times.

-You were crying and your bottom was red as an apple as Hisoka stroked it soothingly.

-“Now now, daddy’s sorry, but he had to punish you for being a bad little girl. Come here baby.”

-He’d pull you into his arms and shh you until you stopped crying.

-“Now, go get my phone please.” He smirked.

[happy-mimin]

Your Jeff nsfw headcannons got me 🖐️😔

Will you do some Eyeless Jack ones if you know him pls?

Ofccc bebe

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(Best head you’ll have ever in you’re dreams. But nah lemme stop playing. )

❤︎: Ej loves it when you ride his face. The pure image of your hips bucking back and forth against his chin, his longest tongue pumping itself into your warm walls while digging his animalistic claws on to the inside of your thighs.

❤︎: He definitely has a marking/biting kink. Sharp ass teeth marks would be known all around your body. Definitely during sex, Jack would thrust himself into you as deeply as possible while sinking his sharp teeth into your neck or shoulder, relishing how you whimper and grip him tighter.

❤︎: Ani’t no fuckin’ hot girl summer for you bitch 😂. I believe he got a breeding kink, not to mention something with possession. “𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚? 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨? 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨𝙨?“ Was the only thing he said before the sound of a belt buckle rang through your ears. You’re boyfriend had you on all fours, pumping his cock into your womb, while using one of his hands to hold you down before taking a few more harsh thrusts as he began to pump his hot seed into your pussy. Still colliding his hips against your butt until you was completely stuffed.

Lastly.. He knows where you’re G-spot is. He did study about the human body.

[vesuvian-american-fics]

True Bloodlust Ch. 6

Pride and Joy

You are assigned a mission with a few spidery friends to Glam Gas Land, the pleasure capital. Feitan also finds himself reluctantly enjoying a pleasure he never indulged in, until now.

(AO3)

Words: 1,231

A few days past and you were becoming more comfortable with the Spiders and fitting right in. You made easy friends with Uvogin and Shalnark, and it turns out Machi isn’t as prickly as she seems. They were more welcoming as you imagined, and no one seemed to off put by your presence anymore.  

You wanted to know more about the Boss however, but it seemed he was off busy with other things since you hadn’t seen the man since the day your first arrived. You learned as much as you could about his character and how he carried himself from your new friends and found him to be a dependable man and trustworthy.

Luck would have it that he would return today, you were just beginning to notice that familiar itch that spurred you to kill. You were becoming antsy all cooped up at the base and you were excited to work in a team with the Troupe.

Machi entered your room, knocking twice before she entered and informed you of the Boss’ return.

“Boss is back, he’s about to tell us about a new job so get down to the front room stat!” You gasped and hurriedly put on your shoes to accompany the woman down to the others. Machi smiled at your enthusiasm, you were quite a peculiar character but she quickly grew fond of you.

You two entered last into the debris ridden room, you sat near Feitan and she sat right in front of Chrollo. Feitan gave you a nod in acknowledgement when you smiled brightly and returned his attention to the Boss.  

“Good morning everyone. I have a quick and easy job for two of you.” Chrollo smiled warmly at the group and you perked up when his eyes landed on you.  

“Y/N, you will be accompanying one other member to a gala in Glam Gas Land.” You gasped and clasped your hands together; you’ve never been there before and the idea of travel amazed you. Hisoka raised his pale hand, a look of discomfort evident on his face.  

“Yes Hisoka?” Chrollo asks, his dark eyes sliding over to the fiery-haired magician.  

“I pass. Not too fond of that place.” Hisoka lowers his hand and looks back out of the broken window, avoiding the looks of his confused comrades.

“Very well, anyone else want to skip?” Chrollo asks, looking around to the troupe members.

“I want to go!” Uvogin shouted, his booming voice making a few people wince in pain.

“No, sorry Uvogin, but since you hurt their wrist their first day you’re not allowed. That is your punishment, and Feitan I won’t be having you attend either, let someone else get a chance.” The Boss ignored Uvogin’s whines of protest and was amused to see Feitan’s face scowl in annoyance.  

“I didn’t say I wanted to go...” Feitan thought to himself, lying. He wanted to watch you in action again and see your nen ability first hand. After that was decided many other members were indifferent on their attendance or not.  

Feitan looked over his shoulder at Phinks and Shalnark, narrowing his eyes. Silently telling one of them to offer to go on the mission. They both heaved out a sigh and raised their hands simultaneously.

Much to their surprise a third hand was raised, Nobunaga was also offering to attend the gala with you. You looked between the three men, as they stared each other down, unaware of the minute rise in tension.  

“Coin toss?” Nobunaga proposed calmly. Shalnark and Phinks nodded in affirmation as the Boss tossed the coin.  

“Tails!” Shalnark and Phinks claimed as the coin flipped in the air.  

“Then, heads...” The samurai whispered to himself. As the coin landed in Chrollo’s hand he flipped it onto the back of the other.  

“Tails it is. Now again between you two.” Chrollo flipped the coin, Shalnark again calling tails.

“Tails. Shalnark, you get to go to the gala with Y/N. Here are the details, you leave tomorrow via airship.” Chrollo gave a sharp nod to the rest of the Troupe and retreated deep to his part of the base to make calls.  

You turned and smiled widely at Shal, you were happy to do this job with him and you were surprised you’d be leaving so soon. You couldn’t ignore the disappointment you felt that Feitan wouldn’t be there to watch but you understood and respected the Boss’ wishes.  

“Sheesh! It’s a long way away. I’m tired of that airship already!” Shalnark complained, he huffed and handed you some of the papers to read over, you leaned toward Feitan to let him see too. He was surprised by the action and your close proximity made his chest tighten, he wasn’t sure why.

“Oh look, it says we can bring three more people to travel with anyway!” You grinned and peeked at Feitan to gage his reaction, he nodded and set off towards his chamber to pack his few belongings. Shalnark sighed and placed his hand on Phinks’ shoulder.  

“Well, you and Nobu are coming too then. Get some rest today we have to leave early.” With that the four of you headed towards your rooms to ready yourselves for the upcoming mission. Hisoka whistled and hopped down from his perch on the window sill.

“They’ll have fun tomorrow. How about you and I spend some time together? ♥” Hisoka purred into Machi’s ear, lifting a strand of her rosy hair out of the way. She snatched herself from his grasp and scowled.  

“I’d rather not, since Shalnark is going I’m sure he’ll find a way for us to watch what happens at the gala to see their ability. So, we’ll be busy!”  

With that, she vanished off to do her own thing, leaving Hisoka dejected and bored. The remaining Spider’s left for the day to handle their own personal duties and Shalnark invited himself to the Boss’ chambers.

“Boss?” He knocked lightly on the heavy door.

“Come in Shalnark.” Chrollo invited the blonde into the room and Shalnark explained how he would be able to record the events of the gala. Chrollo was pleased with this, now he and the rest of the spiders will be able to truly deem you and your ability worth of the Troupe.  

Shalnark prepared for the long journey ahead, charging his devices and learning more about the gala from the paper work. Phinks was in his room counting his pushups, Nobunaga was meditating, and Feitan was headed off for a quick cold shower.

You and Feitan locked eyes in the hallway, you were just leaving the steamy bathroom after a hot soak in the tub to relax your muscles. In only your towel, you waved to the small man. Feitan’s eyes raked over your figure, long legs, your chest looking smooth, damp hair framing your face. You slipped off into the darkness and he was left alone in the hallway, his mind racing.  

Without another wasted second, he stepped into the bathroom and readied his cold shower, which he hoped would calm him down. Why were you having this effect on him, a man who never worried about sexual pleasure, let alone romance was drunk on the thought of you.  

“Troublesome!” He spat, annoyed with his growing erection he quietly satisfied himself in the shower and retreated to his room to sleep a dreamless sleep.

[sweettodo]

Professor ⟿ Hisoka Morow x femreader

Includes : smut, student x teacher

Word count : 2,7k

[STUDENT IS AGED, IN COLLEGE]

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"Please- please sir, I'll do anything, please don't fail me this semester."

Professor Morow sits in his office chair; hand on his chin as he ponders, he did like the sound of you begging.

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You could cry.

You could drop out right fucking now. Beyond fed up.

Tutor after tutor, study session after study session since ninth grade never did you any justice, even cheating- peeking over to your neighbors left you with an end result of the huge red D's, F's and C's scribbled onto your paper. You were tearing the hair out of your head.

You couldn't write an English essay even if there was a gun being held to your temple; you weren't necessarily illiterate, but you envied your classmates who could throw together a thesis in an hour lecture, not to mention these giant papers which could've driven you to kill.

Today, bright and early in the morning, here you sit in your English classroom writing a timed essay, an essay about the logistics of capitalism, whatever that meant. Headache booming while you wrote illogical sentences onto lined paper vigorously.

You didn't even bother to read over your work; an hour later you're finally standing up from your seat and shuffling down the row, reaching to drop your paper into the basket, "Miss. Y/l/n, have you looked it over?" Professor asks, you smile and nod, he takes it from you.

"I wrote it sir, I don't need to reread it." You retort, he leans back in his chair and raises an eyebrow at you.

"That's not necessarily what I meant; very well then." He smiles, you go back to your seat and wait for class to be over.

Thirty minutes later, kids are gathering up their bags and papers, scurrying out of the classroom to their next lecture, as you walk out of the double doors into the hallway, your last name is being called and you stop in your tracks, turning around, "yes, Mr. Morow?" You respond, stepping back into the classroom, he stands from his desk, hands patting the black button up as he stands, he waits for you to approach his desk, his arms crossed and he seemed a little irritated.

You approach the front of his desk, nervous, "now, you can't honestly tell me this is your best work." He sighs, you swallow hard, slightly embarrassed, he looked completely unfazed.

"W-well, in my defense Mr-" you stutter, he immediately cuts you off.

"There is no excuse for this lackluster paper." He states, you jump out of your skin, his tone threatening. Everyone always knew not to mess with professor Morow, he was strict and rarely tolerated unprofessionalism. But you- you, always drove him mad, he hated how you acted, he wished he could fail you for the year, being as you were so incompetent.

But that would be immoral or him to stoop that low.

"I should have you rewrite this, do you know how important this is for your grade? Do you want to pass, y/n?" You not, picking at your nails in fear, he was definitely failing you for this semester.

"I'm sorry sir, I try- I really do, it's just I can't bring myself to it." You mumble, head down in total humiliation. "Please- please sir, I'll do anything, please don't fail me this semester." You plead.

Professor Morow sits in his office chair; hand on his chin as he ponders, he did like the sound of you begging.

He sighs and moves towards his bag, opening it and shuffling through papers, pulling out mine, you braced yourself, "you're going to rewrite this, I will swallow my pride and give you a chance, I'd like to see you get higher than a C." He deadpans, you nod, gracious for his generosity.

Handing the essay back to you, "would you like me to do it right now?" You ask, he shakes his head no, closing his bag and picking it up.

"Nope, I'll help you later, you'll have to leave campus for this evening, so clear your schedule." Your eyes widen, he begins walking out, back to you before he peers his head back towards you, "do you want help?"

"Yes, yes sir I do." You sputter, he gives you a half cocked smile.

"That's what I thought." He leaves you breathless as he turns off the lights as he turns the corner out of his class, leaving you there in the barely lit room. You slowly walk out of the empty class, unsure if something like this was even appropriate, 'but it has to be, he's helping you.'

The next few hours would feel like eternity, laying chest up, looking at your ceiling spread eagle bored out of your mind. Waiting for time to pass before you anxiously awaited for later tonight. As you lay there, you hear your phone swoosh, indicating you had just received an email. You sit up and snatch your phone off the bed stand, opening it and seeing an email from the professor.

With an address being the only thing sent to you, you don't bother responding, 'this must be his house,' you spoke out loud, looking at the time on your phone, you might as well get ready, only an hour until you need to leave.

Wearing the same thing you had worn all day, a plain black skirt with a sweater, you just spray perfume over yourself and brush through your hair.

It was only 5pm, but the time of the year brought early darkness; so it was pretty dark by the time you were walking through the parking lot and unlocking your car door. Bag in toe you drive off campus, you scolded yourself for being so, so stupid. How can’t someone write an essay? Not to mention you were at fault for letting it get this bad... a teacher, y/n? A teacher is doing this for you? It was embarrassing.

Soon you're driving up the spiral driveway up towards the large house in your view, nice car in the driveway, lawn well taken care of. It was beautiful. You take off your seatbelt, opening the car door with your bag and keys in hands.

You walk up the path and inhale before you're knocking on the door; waiting a few seconds and the door is opening. Professor Morow allowed you entrance, wearing the same button up and black slacks as earlier in class. We great each other, "follow me, my office is upstairs." He speaks, you follow him up the marble stairs, down the hall and he's opening a beautiful wooden door, a large desk, chairs in front, a couch with a bookcase behind it with stunning red curtains which were closed.

"You have a nice home Mr. Morow, stunning." You breathe, looking around and observing.

"My, well thank you y/n." He hums, sitting in his chair behind the desk, you sit in front of him, taking out your paper along with a notebook and pencil, “I'll have you rewrite, and after each paragraph I'll read it over for you." He says, crossing his leg, you nod.

"I- I wanted to thank you again, for helping me." Yoy mutter, he nods slowly.

"Don't worry, you'll make it up to me." He smirks, motioning to your paper to get you to start; so you do. Starting with your thesis, you spend extra time making sure you think it looked good. You hand it to him and he reads it over, eyes trailing across the page, "not bad, but I know you can write more about the proprieties within some enterprises.” You groaned and quickly started erasing, his hand immediately grabs your wrist, stopping you, “I didn’t say erase it.” He insists, you look up at him, then down at his hand; a big hand wrapped around your wrist obviously didn’t fill your head with appropriate things.

He suddenly stands, walking around the desk and reaches his arm to grab your pencil, his arm flexing next to your head while he rewrites the things you disregarded, your throat hitches, sitting still and tense; intimidated by his cologne aroma and the fact he was inches from you, “what has you so tense?” You internally gasp, heart beating and you see him now standing against his desk to your right. How the fuck could you answer this?

“I-uh, no reason.” You nervously chuckle, he crosses his arms; he didn’t buy it at all.

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckles, stepping closer to you, you stared up at him, he towered over you, swallowing hard, “no need to be nervous, y/n.” He says. The tension was really thick in the room, you didn’t notice until you found yourself pressing your thighs together for pressure.

“Sir I-” his hand moves, tucking hair behind your ear, instantly silencing you. You’re spinning. Such an authoritative man making you feel small was a new feeling you hadn’t felt before; like you needed to listen to him or else you’d be in some type of trouble.

“I hope you’re paying attention, if you want to do good of course.” He murmurs, dropping his hand back down, you nod slowly, listening to him. “I’ve always known you could be a good girl.” You were stunned, you chewed on the inside of your mouth like crazy as he still stood over you.

“Mr. Morow,” you breathe, nervous, “I need to pass this class.” The desperation in your voice was pitiful, and Hisoka fucking loved it.

He brings his hand up to your jaw, caressing only a little with his thumb, “don’t worry, you’ll get a good grade,” he purrs, thumb running across your bottom lip, agonizingly slow, “open.” Mouth opening immediately. His thumb slides into your mouth and down deeper towards the back of your throat. You look up at him with beady eyes, he licks his lips and smiles.

He pulls out of your mouth, you hesitantly bring your two hands up, lightly touching his belt, his head drops down and he assists you in unbuckling his black leather belt, “my my, such a fast learner, so good.” Your face heats up, fingers working at the zipper of his pants, the tight space was noticeable, the bulge in his pants made you squirm.

Hand grabbing the back of your head, he’s releasing his cock from his open slacks, you braced yourself for the thick and long cock to stab the back of your throat. He holds your hair back out of your face while you’re spitting up the base of his dick, taking the tip between your lips slowly while you looked up at him with those eyes.

Tongue swirling around the tip, his grip tightening on your skull. You push your head further onto him, spit seeping down your chin; taking over, Hisoka pushes your head down all the way to the base, choking and your throat constriction, he groans and pulls you off him quickly, “do you like my cock down your throat princess?” He purrs, index finger lifting up your chin, you nod, he smiles and grabs you from under your shoulder, you stand and he pushes you over the desk, legs locking and you’re held up by your arms.

“Hmm, how about you give me these wrists.” He hums, ripping you off your only stability, side of your face hitting the desk... right on top of your essay. You hear a click followed by another, cold metal now holding your wrists together.

“What, do you just have handcuffs in arms reach for this typa’ thing?” You found it humorous.

Mr. Morow didn’t.

Your skirt flying up, followed by a shard pain on your thigh, you gasp and try to look up; belt in hand, your English professor had whipped you. Hard. Your leg tries to move back but he’s placing his hands on your waist, keeping you still, “tell me, why might your panties be this soaked? I haven’t even touched you.” He had bent down to your ear, vibrations sending you crazy, “do you want me to fuck you? Princess? Fill you up?” You bite down on your lip, he made you tingle just by the sound of his voice.

Another smack of the belt against your ass rings through you and you yelp out in pain, hissing. “Answer me. Go on,” even his soft voice made this sound harsh, you press your forehead against the desk, panting; the pool of wetness most likely slipping down your thighs.

“Fill me up professor, please.” You mewl, he chuckles deeply, the sound of the belt on the floor caused you to sigh out of relief; instead his hands were grabbing your thong, pulling them down slowly and letting them hit your ankles.

“Oh my, so fucking wet.” He hums, pulling apart your ass cheeks to get a better look.

“Sir.” You retort, needy and beyond ready to be fucked at this point.

“Yes?” You tense up, mouth dropping open when you feel his tip stroke up and down your folds, your thighs tremble and shake under his grasp, slowly pushing his throbbing cock into you. You cry out, “use your words, what is it?” He questions you once more.

“So fucking big.” You moan, he pulls your hips further onto his cock; shaping your pussy to his liking, stretching you out and hitting every nerve possible, “oh my god!” His hips finally touching your ass, you twitched and tightened around him, fitting around him accordingly.

“You take my cock so well.” He pulls out, hands tight around your waist as he slowly thrusts you, you gasp and squeal, he didn’t even need to try to hit your gspot. He speeds up, enough to feel that sharp pressure of his head poking at your cervix, his name spilling from your mouth.

“Such a good girl, do you like that?” Ramming into you, your legs wanted to drop as he fucked you numb, his big hand grabs your hair, yanking your head upwards, “answer me.” He grits, you couldn’t, you couldn’t even compose words as he fucked every syllable out of you.

You didn’t answer, he shoves your head down, slamming onto the desk painfully, you wince and he picks up pace, “I told you to answer me,” drilling into you, you’re stomach twisting into a tight knot.

About to reach your hard orgasm, he only fucks harder, screaming out a gasp, “fuck! Your cock feels so good Sir!” You cry.

Your moans and screams were music to his ears, only inching him closer to stuffing you with his kids, “such a good little fruit, you’re sucking me in so good.” He groans, your cum coating his dick, he picked up your arms by the metal chain of the handcuffs, using it as leverage to demolish your insides.

Your wrists sore, makeup dripping down your eyes along with your tears, hair a mess, legs numb and shaking ready to give out, “I’m-I’m gonna cum again!” You wailed, he didn’t change his pace, cock stroking against your sweet spot.

“Do it.” Hips sputtering, only slowing down slightly, you become his cum disposal, dumping his seed into your hot cunt. He’s groaning, panting lightly; throwing your second orgasm into the mix, your slick and his cum pouring down his cock and your thighs, you shook profusely, he massaged your ass with his hands before unlocking the cuffs and pulling you up, dropping to your knees and huffing.

“You took me so well.” He purrs into your ear whilst picking you up by the armpits and placing you in the chair, he wipes under your eyes where most of the mascara was and brushes your hair out of your face, crouching down to your level and pulling your panties over your knees, you lift up a little so he can pull them up completely while watching his every move.

While you composed yourself, he walked back around to his desk, gathering papers together in a stack, “we can finish writing tomorrow, how about that princess?” You smile and nod, relived he wouldn’t put you through the torture tonight.

“Sure,” you say, standing and trying way too hard to walk normally, you pick up your bag and keys, walking towards his office door.

“See you in class tomorrow, professor.”