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helplesslypurple77 · 2 months ago

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Day 9-Double Penetration-Hisoka/Reader/Illumi

Notes: inspired by ‘Curiosity’ by orphan_account(https://archiveofourown.org/works/26738437) also the reader seventeen, Illumi is sixteen, and Hisoka is eighteen because i said so

art is from pinterest, i think their official manga panels?? i dunno

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You didn't want to be at the park. You didn't like this park. It was cold and wet, and there was nothing to do. You clenched your mothers hand in your small hand, gripping your toy gun in the other. It's a stuffed gun and you absolutely adore it, taking it everywhere you go.

“I don't like this park,” You whine, tugging on your moms hand. Your mom smiles gently down at you, squeezing your hand back.

“I know Name, but the other park is closed today.” She says, dragging you gently into the small grassy clearing, occupied by a few swing sets and a small play castle. You look around, looking for other playmates. A boy is sitting in the grass, fat hands clutching a gun stuffy just like your own. You grin, letting go of your mothers hand.

You march across the grassy territory, dressed in your favorite black dress and small shoes, gun stuffy clutched in your hands. The boy looks up as you stand before him. His hair is very pretty.

“Look,” You say, showing him your gun stuffy. The boy tilts his head, studying you carefully as you continue. “It's the same.”

“It is,” The boy says, rising to his feet on unsteady knees. His hair is shiny. You want to touch it.

“How old are you,” You say, standing tall. You're a few inches taller than him, and you smile.

“I'm six,” The boy says, gun stuffy clutched in one hand, the other offered out in front of him. You look at it for a moment, and then take his hand, shaking it vigorously like the grown ups do.

“I'm seven,” You say. “And I'm in charge.”

The boy tilts his head, blinking curiously at you with big black eyes.

“Why?” He asks, and his pretty hair sways back and forth. You frown.

“I'm older, so I'm in charge.” You announce, proud that you know something he doesn't. “That's always how it is.”

The boy nods after a moment, tottering over towards you on unsteady legs. You grin, taking his smaller hand in your own and marching off towards your mother, who's talking with another tall woman in the distance. Illumi obeys, hand grips on your own.

“What's your name?” He asks, ears flushing a pretty shade of pink. You puff out your chest, your parents have informed you to be proud of your name.

“Name,” You say, and then, “what's your name?”

“Illumi,” The boy says, and then after a moment. “You have a pretty name.”

You grin, your cheeks feeling a bit hot.

“You have pretty hair.” You say, placing your gun stuffy on the bench beside your mother and the woman. Illumi mirrors you, handing his stuff to the woman. She must be his mom.

“You're pretty, “ Illumi says, hand clenching your own. He sounds important as he continues, “pretty like the princesses in my books.”

You giggle, reaching over to brush a hand through his silky hair. It's very nice hair.

“You're not a prince though,” You muse, thinking about your books. “You're like a witch!”

Illumi tilts his head, confused. “Is that good?”

“Yes!” You announce, sure of yourself. “I like witches. Almost as much as princes.”

Illumi grins, and his hand leaves your own as he totters away, returning with a small bouquet of slightly crushed pink and white flowers. He holds them out proudly, a small grin on his doll face.

“For you,” he says. You smile, taking the flowers in your small hands, you do a curtsy, your knees wobbling and your hair falling in your eyes. But Illumi seems in awe. Your own cheeks feel hot as you stand again.

Neither of you notice your mother and Kikyo muffling their laughter and cooing into their hands.

♥♥♥

Illumi has another friend. You aren't jealous, you really aren't. Being jealous at the grown up age of ten was ridiculous. You insisted to your mother that you were not jealous, and you just knew that even though you had never met Illumis friends, he was probably a very dull and boring person.

Your mother simply laughs, continuing to stir the various pots and pans on the stove. You're excited, because tonight, Illumi and his family are coming to dinner.

Your father says something to your mother, pressing kiss to her lips. You look away, making a disgusted face. Your parents laugh.

The sound of footsteps on gravel alerts you, and you spin, turning to stand by the door and greet your guests. You're very excited.

Kikyo and Silva arrive first, a small baby clutched in Kikyo's arm. Kikyo bends down, pressing a small box into your hands and patting you gently on the head. You like Kikyo, she smells like flowers and gives you presents. Silva smiles at you, patting you more roughly on the head. He's very tall, but you try not to be afraid. Being afraid at the age of ten is very embarrassing.

Your mother and father coo over the baby, but you ignore it. Babies are boring, breakable things that can't talk. You're not allowed to play dress up with them or play with them, so what use do they have? Your mother always just laughs when you inform her of your very real concerns.

The box in your hands holds a pair of small sparkly earrings. You grin, putting them into your pierced ears. You loved jewelry.

Miluki arrives next, head already buried in his switch. He doesn't even spare you a glance, throwing you a small hello as he belines towards the living room couch. You find Miluki dreadfully boring, almost as boring as a baby.

You smile, watching as Illumi turns the corner, pretty hair catching the light. There's a figure beside him. A tall figure, with brilliant red hair and pale skin.

You frown. Your mother didn't tell you Illumi’s friend was coming. You're rather annoyed that she didn't warn you, so that you might be properly prepared. Your mother is praying for your downfall, it seems.

The boy that saunters beside Illumi is tall. A few inches taller than you, and quite a bit taller than Illumi. You comfort yourself at the thought that Illumi is still shorter than you at least. You frown, eyeing the stranger up and down.

His hair is like fire, and his eyes are like pretty jewels. Your cheeks feel hot as you stick out a hand.

“What's your name,” You demand, “How old are you?”

The boy grins at you, bearing pearly white teeth, and takes your hand in his own. He doesnt shake it though, instead bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to the top of your hand. Your cheeks feel hot, your body tingling as you pull away abruptly, probably very flushed.

“Im Hisoka,” The boy says, standing much too close to you. You feel sweaty and uncomfortable. “And I'm eleven.”

You frown. He's older than you. Which means he's in charge.

“You have pretty hair,” you mutter, frowning in defeat. The boy grins, looming into your personal space and draping an arm across your shoulder. You feel heat leak into your veins, your cheeks blooming with red as he steers you deeper into your own house. Illumi trails behind you.

“Your hair is very dull,” Hisoka says, as the three of you walk into the living room.

“My hair is not dull!” You frown, smoothing down your hair. Your hair is very pretty, everyone says so. You roll your eyes, glaring up at the unfortunately older boy with contempt, fluffing your dress. He leans forward, tugging at the ends of your hair gently and holding it up to the light.

“I suppose it's not bad,” He grins, yellow eyes flashing from between the fiery red strands on his head. His pale fingers twist your hair between them, and you glare, yanking your hair away as you turn. You don't like this Hisoka person very much. He makes you flush with anger. You march towards the living room, to join Miluki.

The boys follow you. You turn with a spin, fire raging in your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest defiantly.

“Go away.” You mutter, puffing up your hot cheeks. Illumi frowns, looking a bit lost and confused, but you ignore his silent pleas for help.

Hisoka chuckles, leaning over to pat you harshly on the head.

“Aw, don't be upset.” He coos, reaching into his pocket and pulling a small box from within. “I brought you a present!”

You perk up, arms falling from their crossed position.

“You did?” You ask, reaching for the box. Hisoka nods, shoving it into your hands. You frown, cheeks heating as you feel around the box for the clasp. Illumi brushes his hair away from his eyes.

“I helped,” He says, standing beside the red haired boy, a few inches shorter than him, with baby fat still on his cheeks.

Hisoka smiles, patting Illumi roughly on the shoulder.

“Illumi and I looked long and hard for something a pretty girl would like.” He says, messing up Illumis smooth hair. You flush, picking at the edge of the box.

“How did you know i was pretty,” You mutter resentfully. “I have dull hair.”

Hisoka chuckles, smoothing the top of your hair gently.

“Is the pretty girl sulking,” He says, smirking. “Open the present, maybe you’ll forgive me.”

Illumi nods, standing a few inches behind him, hands in the pockets of his overalls. You flip open the box. It's a necklace. A small, tear shaped glittering jem, shining in the lights of your living room. It hangs from a thin silver chain. It's one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Forgive me?”

You look up, and muster the gusto to form a small smile.

“Maybe,” You mutter, holding out the box. “If you put it on me.”

♥♥♥

The man gurgles helplessly on the ground, blood dripping from the clean slit in his throat. You gag, turning away from the gruesome sigh, playing with the necklace strung around your neck. Moonlight pores through the open windows of the hotel ballroom, casting silver lights on the marble floor. The marble is marred, cut with splatters of fresh blood, the occasional body littering the floor. It shines almost as bright as the diamond around your neck.

There's clear differences between the four or five bodies scattered around the ballroom floor. The two that you were responsible for, the ones lying a few feet in front of you are clean, killed by a single gunshot to the head.

About ten feet away the bodies are killed a bit more messily, with a clean cut to the throat. Blood leaks out, dripping onto the floor. And the last few bodies, mangled and toyed with, killed by a few playing cards to the head. You sigh, stepping gingerly around the puddles of blood and towards the open windows. The boys are so messy, you prefer less to clean up.

You breathe in the cold clean night air, closing your eyes against the sound of fighting behind you. You slip your gun into your thigh holster, brushing your dress over it with a sigh. It's late. The mission went on way too long, way longer than you had been promised.

Illumi had promised that you would only be in Yorknew city for a couple hours, and then you could catch your flight back home and away from the busy city. But alas here you were, after two extra days, in the middle of the night finally completing your mission. You're kind of surprised that Hisoka hadn't complained earlier, but alas he had seemed content to kick around in Yorknew city as Illumi tracked your targets, and you shopped. He had disappeared somewhere, you had decided not to question him. It was always better with him to simply nod and smile.

Right on cue you hear telltale signs of death, a loud scream of rage and a thump to the floor. You sigh. Maybe it's finally time to go.

“You guys done?” You ask, taking your last few breaths of cold night air and moving back into the room, dodging around blood puddles. Illumi is standing silent in the center of the room like a statue, hair rustling slightly in the breeze from the window. He's cleaning a small silver knife with a cloth. He nods, shoulder length hair bobbing up and down. You're kind of jealous of his hair. One day you'll sneak up on him while he's sleeping and shave off all of that gorgeous hair to make a wig. You grin rather scarily at Illumi, as he puts away his knife, completely unbothered. He's wearing a normal zip hoodie and pants, a black wife beater underneath. He looks so normal it's almost comical.

“Where’s Hisoka?” You question, looking around for the familiar head of red hair. You're not even surprised when that familiar hair pops up right beside you, accompanied by a familiar smirk. You sigh.

“You guys are so messy,” You grumble, gesturing around you at the blood and guts and dead bodies with a grimace, “it's all so unnecessary.”

Hisoka chuckles, hands in the pockets of his black jeans. He's wearing a distractingly tight black t-shirt. It's almost odd to see him in such a casual outfit, you're used to at least one interesting print or color. He looks good though, he always does. But it's kind of odd that the purple of Illumis jacket is the brightest thing among the three of you. You're wearing a simple black dress with a slit in the side, hiding the gun holstered on your thigh. You fiddle with it, pulling it from its holster and spinning it around. The boy's eyes follow the movement.

“Why do you use a gun?” Illumi questions, moving over towards you and Hisoka, standing in the center of the room. Hisoka chuckles, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

“Yes, it's so boring!” He says with a laugh, tossing his head back a bit. His hair sways distractingly as he throws a heavy arm over your shoulders.

You shake him off and roll your eyes.

“Again, messy.” You say, leaning down to pick up a spare earring that glittered on the floor. You had already pocketed the other one earlier. “Pluis the police officers tend to assume a normal person did it, because of the bullet hole.”

“Hmm,” Hisoka hums, slinging his arm heavily over your shoulder again, steering you towards the exit with a chuckle. “How smart. But boring nonetheless.”

You roll your eyes, letting him guide you towards the exit. You wanna go home, but you’ll have to settle for a hotel room and some mediocre sleep.

Illumi follows, standing a foot away on your other side. You sigh, bareing Hisoka’s heavily muscled arm weighing down your shoulders.

You’ve known Hisoka and Illumi forever. Perhaps too long, some would say. You didn't really know if you would consider your long friendship a net positive, but it certainly wasn't that bad.

The night air is cold and refreshing against your skin as you step outside. Your breath freezes in the air, perfuming out in a great cloud. You shiver, curling into the warm furnace of heat that is Hisoka’s body in spite of yourself. His arm slides off your shoulder, falling around your waist. The butterflies fluttering around your stomach dance, swirling despite the cold. Your cheeks feel hot.

“Where are we staying, anyway?” You ask, nose freezing in the cold. You tuck your fingers into your armpits, trying to converse warmth. Illumi, who's walking a bit ahead of you, slows to walk beside you. You appreciate the extra warmth.

“I don't know,” Illumi says, words warming the air and then dissolving into the crisp night. “The closest hotel.”

Your mouth drops open as his words sink in.

“Illumi,” you hiss, furious and cold. “We can't rent one, you know that!”

“Oh,” Illumi says, as if he had just discovered the major flaw in his plan. And then, after a moment of walking in silence, “Hisoka can rent one. He's eighteen.”

“That's true,” Hisoka offers, and you pinch his side.

“Do you have your id?” You question, raising an eyebrow, “And besides, I'm seventeen! That's illegal!”

Illumi shoots you a deadpan look.

“You just killed someone, name.” He says, walking a few inches away from you. You huff clinically, not enjoying his humor. Of course he only decides to be funny when it doesn't benefit you. But really, you're cold and tired and kind of horny for some reason so you give up, relenting with a sigh.

‘Fine, whatever.” You mutter, watching your breath blow into the sky. “If we get in trouble it's your fault.

♥♥♥

The receptionist raises an eyebrow sky high. You try to grin convincingly as the three of you enter the lobby, moving towards the front desk of the mid level hotel. It's not a nice place, but it's not terrible.

“Who's gonna pay for this nonsense?” You hiss, moving across the marble of the empty lobby towards the very tired looking receptionist.

“I'll handle it,” Hisoka whispers, searching his pockets for his wallet. You pinch Illumi, willing him to remain silent. You’ll let Hisoka handle this.

“Hello, Miss…” he starts, looking down at the receptionist's name tag, “Fumiko. We’d like a double room.”

He leans forward, turning on all the charm as he slides his id across the countertop. Fumiko raises an eyebrow. Looking tired, annoyed, and mostly unimpressed by Hisokas charm. You lean over to Illumi, standing still as a statue beside you.

“This was a bad idea,” You mutter, leaning up to whisper in his ear. His hair brushes your lips as you pull away, smuggling into this side. You're still a bit cold. He lets you, hand hovering awkwardly over your waist.

“We've only got one room available,” Fumiko says, holding Hisoka’s id up to the light and squinting at it. “You’ll have to deal with that.”

You sigh, pulling away from Illumi. His hand stays still for a moment, before falling back to his side.

“That's fine,” You sigh, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. “How much?”

Fumiko considers you for a moment, her tired black eyes trailing over your ragtag group. She probably knows. It's kind of obvious, based on the fact that neither you or Illumi has produced ids, that you're too young. For a moment you worry that you’ll have to sleep on the street, in the cold night. But Fumiko just sighs, turning to tap into her computer.

“Minding my business,” She hums quietly to herself, yanking the credit card off of the countertop with some force. “Wherever I go, it's always the damn same…”

You sigh, letting her mutter to herself as she processes the transaction, sliding the room keys across the countertop. Hisoka grabs them, slipping them safely into his pockets.

“Enjoy your stay,” Fumiko sighs, sinking back into her chair as soon as she's done, turning her eyes away from your group. You honestly just pity her. She looks exhausted.

The hotel room is kind of small. It's a cramped space with only two rooms, a large small bedroom with a king sized bed, and a tiny bathroom. It's so small it doesn't even have a bath, only a small glass shower tucked away in the corner. You sigh, dropping your stuff onto the ground near the large window and plopping yourself tiredly down on the bed. Your eyes are already slipping closed, but you force them open as you hear the boys shuffling around. Hisoka dumps his few things onto the small table on one side of the bed, grinning suggestively at you, spread out on the bed.

“Only one bed, huh.” He chuckles, stretching his arms above his head. You don't watch as his arms flex, you dont eye his neck as he tilts his head back, and you certainly don't ogle the small sliver of skin revealed by his tank top as he raises his arms. You cough rolling over with a sigh.

“Whatever,” You mutter, turning instead to Illumi. He's shed his purple hooding on the other side of the bed, but he still stands, staring. You shiver.

“What are you looking at,” You mutter, pulling your dress up reflectively. Maybe your boob had popped out or something.

“You're distracting me,” Illumi informs you, folding his muscled arms across his chest. You scoff, glaring into his dark eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about,” You mutter, reluctantly pulling yourself to your feet. Hisoka chuckles, grabbing his wallet and a room key from the table as you crawl to your feet. Tired.

You feel so grimy. Your black dress is heavy and uncomfortable against your body.

“I'm showering first,” You demand, working at the buttons of your dress. You don't even care that the boys are in the room. They're not interested in you. Illumi is a sexless creature, and Hisoka had his pick of pretty women. You sigh, undoing another button.

“Fine,” Hisoka says, a small smile working its way across his face as he watches you unbutton your dress. “We’ll head to the convenience store to grab some drinks. Right, Illumi?”

Illumi gulps, grabbing his hoodie robotically from the table and nodding.

“Yes, fine.” He says, marching towards the door like a robot. You roll your eyes, undoing the last button of your dress and letting it tumble to the floor in a shower of black satin. Illumi lingers, as the door slams behind Hisoka. His eyes seem to catch on your body, run up and down it until he notices your necklace.

“You still have that?” He asks, walking towards you. You suddenly feel very awake, and very naked in your bra and underwear. You shiver, air heavy against your sensitive skin.

“Of course,” You mutter, your voice soft in the room. “Undo it for me.”

Illumi is silent as you spin, and his breath is loud in the room as he walks forward slowly, stopping a few inches behind you. You shiver, holding in your breath as you feel his hands come up, trembling slightly as he undoes the clasp. The room is hot, heavy, and uncomfortable. You don't know what to say, what to feel. Maybe you're too tired.

The clasp comes undone with a small pop, and you turn with a smile. Illumi backs up, his cheeks flushed a bit pink. It must be your imagination creating that flush. Just like your imagination is creating the way his eyes scan you up and down, the way his fingers twitch at his side.

“Thanks,” You murmur. Illumi nods, his dark black eyes suddenly too much to look at. You can feel the heat of another pair of eyes nailing you to your spot, and as your eyes slide past Illumi and they find Hisoka, standing by the door. The look in his eyes is too intense, to know for your liking. His gaze is lascivious, impossible to imagine as his eyes scan you slowly, catching on your pebbled nipples in your black lace bra. You shiver, body pulsing with arousal, you can't take it anymore.

You toss your discarded dress towards Hisoka, faking a laugh.

“Aren't you guys going?” You toss over your shoulder as you place the necklace down, and book it towards the shower. You hear the door close as you start the shower, hiding in the hot steam.

So maybe you want to fuck your childhood friends. You consider your options as you step under the shower, body still thrumming with arousal. The hot water runs down your body, over the mountains of your breast and your hard nipples, down your body and pooling around your feet. You lean back under the hot water, closing your eyes and letting the water flow down your face, wetting your hair.

Your body still thumbs with arousal, your brain implanted with images of them, staring at you, burning into your soul.

Against your will, your hand winds down to twist your nipple gently. You tilt your head up, steam filling up the bathroom as you bite your lips, water flowing down your back and hitting the floor with gentle patterns.

Hisoka’s eyes burn. They had definitely scanned your body, you could remember their path with stunning clarity. His eyes had burned and in that moment, watching him stare you down across the hotel room, you had wanted him so bad you would have thrown yourself at him. If only he had asked, and you would have been on him in a moment.

And Illumi. Oh god, you would climb that man like a tree. You could still feel the heat from his shaking hands on your back, the huffs of breath brushing against your neck. He was such a good friend. He deserved getting his dick sucked.

Your hand winds down, slipping a finger inside your pulsing hole. You're horrified to find your soaking wet, arousal running down your legs with the water and draining down the pipes.

You whimper, finger fucking yourself in the small shower, other hand bracing yourself against the wall. After all, it's not like this is the first time you’ve thought of your friends that way.

How could it be? They had grown into really hot guys. What else were you supposed to do? But you had always shoved those thoughts aside, sure they didn't want you.

You sigh, moaning against the cool glass of the shower. You're so close, your body pulsing and thrumming with arousal.

And then you hear the hotel door slam, loud footsteps and talking in the hotel room. You whimper, abruptly pulling your finger from your body and shutting off the shower. You're not bold enough to get yourself off with the objects of your desire a mre room away. You didn't trust the thin hotel room doors.

You wrap a towel around yourself, ignoring the thrumming arousal in your gut, and start to blow dry your hair.

You're almost done blow drying when you realize your pajamas are not here. You finish in a panic, searching around the entire small bathroom, ducking around corners and pearing into cabinets, but to no avail.

You must have left them outside.

Panic sets in as you stare at yourself in the mirror, hair almost dry, clothes only in a scratchy white hotel towel, panic and arousal clear on your face.

You sigh, taking a deep breath and pushing the door of your hotel room open.

The boys look up, turning from their card game to look at you. You ignore them, feeling their stares as you walk to your bag, leaning down to dig around in it for your pajamas. You know they're there, your nice silk pajamas you specifically packed for yourself. You had worn them a couple nights ago, so it wasn't like you forgot them at home.

“Have you seen my sink pjs?” You ask, tossing the question over your shoulder as you adjust your towel. You don't want to turn around.

“You mean these?” Hisoka asks. He sounds closer than before.

You spin around, staring at the pink silk pajamas in his pale hands, and then to your childhood friends. Illumi is still sitting, his posture strange and upright and his eyes glued squarely on your towel. Hisoka is standing. He's moved closer to you, your pajamas clutch in his hands. His eyes are glowing with arousal, his posture tellingly hunched.

As you watch them, their eyes scanning the bits of your body shown by the towel, you make an unconscious decision.

You walk forward, aiming for the pajamas and let your towel slip to the floor. You hold out your hands, completely naked in front of them.

“My Pajamas?” You question, holding out your hands.

Illumi stands, Hisoka grins. And you watch as he tosses the pajamas over your head. You suppose they land in the suitcase but you're too busy gripping Hisoka’s shoulders as he eats your mouth.

He kisses roughly, desperately, and you whine into him.

Illumi is behind you, hands sitting hesitantly on your waist, body hovering over yours. HIsoka is in front, hands gripping the sides of your face as he devours it, swallowing your moans and whimpers with your spit. Illumis lips are more hesitant, gently pressing little kisses and bites to your neck and shoulders, body uncouncly humping against your ass.

“Bed,” You whimper, head falling back against Illumi. Hisoka chuckles, playfully biting your nipple. You whine into the air.

“No time,” Illumi mutters, gripping your thighs with a groan. “We’ll do it here.”

“Cant wait?” You moan, hands gripping Hisokas biceps as he undoes his pants enough for his dick to poke out. Your mouth waters, your pussy clenching around nothing. Illumi nods against you, hands winding down to find your ass and squeeze.

“Waited long enough.’ He mutters, and then he shoves his dick into your ass.

You moan, as the pleasure mixed with pain shoots through your body. He's so long, his dick stretching out your ass as you stand there, one leg in the ground, one held up by Hisoka’s large hand, supported only by the two men. You're going to melt, dissolve into a puddle of pleasure right there. And then, Hisoka slowly shoves himself into your pussy.

Your moan is so loud you know the neighbors must hear it.

Your head tilts back, your back arching as his thick cock shoves apart the walls of your pussy, the heat of his rocketing through your body and turning you into a turned on, babbling mess of a girl. Hisoka chuckles, one hand holding your leg high, the other gripping your waist.

“It's too much,” You babble, hand wound around Hisoka’s shoulder. They thrust in tandem, working together to drive you mad.

“You can take it,” Illumi mutters from behind you, his lips pressed to your neck, “You're so perfect.”

You whine, back arching as the praise rockets through your system, driving you closer to arousal. Hisoka chuckles, hand winding down to press teasing circles into your clit.

“You're kind of a slut,” He coos, leaving teasing bites on your neck, “So eager for us.”

“Touche, fucker.” You moan, the words loaded with more arousal than spite. HIsoka just huffs a laugh, sweat dotting his hairline. His fiery hair glows in the lowlight.

“Im gonna cum,” You moan, body tensing. You can feel their cocks pulsing inside you, filling you up to the brim. You're going to lose your mind.

They speed up their thrusts, Hisoka speeding up his teasing of your clit and your orgasm overwhelms you with a cry.

You know you whine their names as you cum, clenching around them. They follow soon with you, dicks pulsing inside you as they shoot their cum inside you. It drips down your thighs when you pull apart.

They both look at you with what could be called reverence. Hisoka with his wild hair and burning eyes. Illumi with his dark eyes and flushed cheeks.

And as they eye you up and down, as their dicks bob to life, you know the night is far from over.

....

Endnotes: i don't remember being a kid that well, so i just improvised. Hopefully it turns out good

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