#hisokaxreader

Your friend scoffed. “He’s doing a great job.” Your grip released a bit from the glass in your hand. You hadn’t realized the death grip you’d held onto your cup. 

“Darling I’d love if you’d squeeze me the way,” said the sultry voice behind you. Instinctively, you turn to be face-to-face with the man who unintentionally, or intentionally, had ruined your dating relationship for the near future. 

Smells of sweets, strong whiskey, and cheap cologne perforate your senses. “Hisoka.” His name felt like a hangover and candy. “I thought I got a restraining order on you.”

“I’d like someone to try and stop me.” With the flick of his wrists, cards appeared between his two fingers. “Now, how about we go and talk, hm~”

You knew you’d regret following him but it was going to happen whether you enjoyed the ride or not. You handed off your drink to your friend even though she begged for you to stay. “I promise I’ll be safe. I can handle myself.”

Hisoka brought you to a secluded part of the club. He must’ve been serious about talking because normally he loves to show off the fact that he was getting attention by anyone that would watch. Voyeuristic bastard. 

“Hisoka, I told you I was done with you,” you say; however, you’re a little too busy being consumed by his height and distinct lack of being drunk even when he was here a long time before you. 

He hummed while placing a single finger under your chin. “You say that except you told me to come here.”

“When did I tell you that?” you ask. He holds out his phone to see message after message of drunk texts sent two weeks ago. All of them were pleads to cum and the lack of men that could make your toes curl and leave you a whiney mess more than him. You sigh while turning attention to the wall in hopes of your ex not noticing you shift positions. 

He used the finger to turn your head back to look at him. “Do you want to cum, darling? If you wanted to, all you had to do is ask.”

“I can get off without you,” you retort. “I don’t need-” Your voice trails off as you notice Hisoka using his other hand to stroke his cock through the tight pants he always wore. The outline was extremely visible to anyone in close proximity. A single drop of drool escaped the side of your lips. You wiped your hand across your face. “Fine. Just be fast.”

Hisoka leaned in to nibble on your earlobe. “I’ll take as long as I want. You’ll still be begging at the end of the night.” His words sent shivers up your spine. Before you knew it, you were pulled into the bathroom and pushed into the stall. 

Your hands hit the back of the tile wall as your ex reached to rip off the thin fabric of your underwear. Your dress was hiked up around your waist which left you with a cold shiver. Pleasantries were not ones with him. It was straight to the point and full of lusty aggravation. 

A finger dipped in between your folds only to come up wet and aching. “Seems like someone is excited.” His taunting tone made you groan; yet, he stuck the finger in his mouth for taste. “As sweet as always.” 

Before you could respond, Hisoka held your hands up to lock them above your head. You were now at his mercy. You’d become extremely familiar with bungee gum used in the bedroom. You can look but never touch. 

You pulled at your restraints knowing it won’t help. Hisoka runs a few fingers up and down your cunt with little regard for the aching bundle of nerves. His touch left you a mumbling mess in hopes that would appease his ego enough to let him fuck you. 

“Needy little bitch,” he whispers. Hisoka releases his cock from his pants. It was red and aching from the lack of attention. ‘Is this what you want? You want this etched into you. The only cock that can please you.” He strokes his own cock as you do his ego. Each desperate plea for him to rearrange your guts was met with more dirty talk. 

The tip replaced his fingers trail up and down your slit. So close but not enough friction to keep you from clenching around nothing. “P-please,” you pleaded while your head leaned against his broad shoulders. 

Without warning, Hisoka shoved every inch into your aching hole. A mix of your curses and his grunts filled the small bathroom. He filled you to the brim. You both new that no man has filled you as much as your ex. 

“Move,” you grunt through gritted teeth. Hisoka, gladly, accepted orders this time. His hips thrusted quickly while setting a harsh and angry pace. 

“Normally I don’t listen to greedy bitches but you feel too good.” Each thrust left you breathless and aching for more. You desperately tried to release yours as the pace continued. Hisoka finally found your clit as he rubbed small circles. 

He caused drool to escape from your lips once again. The quick pace along with him touching you in the best way possible made the familiar build up happen much faster than your shower head had. You wriggle against his touch before falling over with his name. 

The lewd sounds of slapping skin didn’t disappear though. Hisoka worked you through your orgasm while trying for his own. 

Hisoka grunted once more and spilled deep within you. Coating every inch of your walls with his sticky cum. The action causing you to shiver once again. Finally, his pace started to slow. You both breathe hard against the sweaty clothing. 

“Fuck, Hisoka,” you say. “I was right to text you.”

Your ex smirked while pulling out of you and shoving his dick back in his pants. “You were always a good lay. Make sure to call me anytime you actually want to have a genuine orgasm.” His voice was sultry which left you a breathless mess against the disgusting sweat covered stall. Hisoka didn’t release your arms until he disappeared in the crowd of people. 

Once your wrists were free, you made sure to save his number as a speed dial for a good dick appointment.

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL MASTERLIST

A few years ago you had big aspirations, planning on continuing your career as a professional hunter, being recognized by the zodiacs and even becoming the chairman one day, regardless of how far and childish that dream sounded. You possessed great talent, your nen was practically stronger than average people, you controlled a unique power and you were greatly respected by the hunter association. It all changed till you met him. At first you thought that he was simply a little weird, but you only brushed him off as an annoying asshole with an odd fighting kink. He always kept mentioning your potential whenever he was around you, sometimes he even got flirty , but lucky for you he never actually made a move to attack you. You could tell he was way stronger and that made you want to keep training more in order to reach his level. You kept running into him to the point where conversation was inevitable. You became close friends, hang out in the top of apartment buildings and smoked together, laid on the couch and listened to that weird mac donalds song he was so obsessed with while talking about whatever, you didn’t even realise when you fell in love with him. 

He was the first one to make the first move, pinning you against the wall one day, whispering in your ear how he couldn’t hold back anymore. Before you could protest, he pressed his lips against yours, his hand finding the way around your waist. His kiss was hypnotic and passionate and you soon found yourself kissing back. You could feel him smirk against your lips as he explored the inside of your mouth. He only left you a few seconds of space to breathe, before he shoved his tongue inside your mouth again. Without much effort he lifted you up and as a reflex you wrapped your legs around his torso for balance, not a minute after realise it was dangerously close to his croch. He let out a soft groan, and deepened the kiss, leaving you little to no air to breathe. Just as you were ready for more, he pulled away completely.

“From this day on forward, you’re mine~”, he licked his lips seductively, “Make sure to remember that, we wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt because of that would we?”

If what he said wasn’t enough of a red flag already, the next months to follow he were far from worse. He was posessive, pushy and overall too much to handle throughout the whole relationship, sometimes he even showed signs of possesiveness. When you started living together, which didn’t take too long to happen, he’d sometimes come home with weird blood stains all over him and you thought he was hurt most of the time- till you realised it wasn’t his blood. You kept making excuses for him, after all he did have a hunters licence, so it was only natural if a fight got a bit out of hand. Other than that, he was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet when he wanted to be, always healed your wounds when you happened to get hurt, was fun to be around and good in bed.

You never thought Hisoka was a murderer till you walked in on him sliting your mother’s throat with one of his cards. 

It took you around a month to oficially end things with him, since you were scared out of your mind. Your relationship with him after the incident was never the same. Whenever he touched you, you flinched, you rarely wanted to sleep with him, and when you guys did have sex, it was only in order for him to not suspect anything. You avoided him at all costs, and his jokes didn’t seem as funny anymore. His creepy and possesive behaviour started getting more obvious and he even started stalking you. You didn’t know why Hisoka decided to kill the only close person in your life besides him. You thought it was because of how your mother didn’t aprove your relationship with him, or how she’d emotionally abuse you as a child. Or maybe it was because he wanted you to himself. Whatever the reason was, you knew you couldn’t stay with him anymore. That man was far more dangerous than you thought.

So when Hisoka had to leave for a while for a “business trip”, you took it as an oportunity to ran away. You knew Hisoka would fuck the whole world up in order to find you, so you invested all your savings to move away to the most possibly far away destination you could afford. You deleted all of your accounts, made sure to move from place to place in order for him to not find you, and never contacted the hunter association again. That’s when your career started going downhill. You couldn’t get a stable job anywhere, in order for no information to be recorded, so you survived off shoplifting. When your savings were almost gone, it had been quite some time, so you decided it was safe enough to start a new life somewhere. You chose an abandoned city, since you thought that way it would be harder for Hisoka to find you.

You opened the fridge, only a few monster energy drinks sitting there, along with some leftover chicken nuggets and most like dry fries. You took the chicken nuggets and an ultra red flavor of monster out of the fridge and placed the chicken nuggets inside your microwave. You pressed the button and waited for the food to be ready. Just as you were about to open the microwave, the doorbell rang. 

You usually didn’t have many visitors, so it was very rare for anyone to stop by. You cautiously looked through the eyehole of the door to check who it was. You let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just the mailman. 

The mailman was an old man, around his late fifties, who was on parole. He was always grumpy for some reason, but he was a good, honest man. He had a son around your age who studied to become a laywer in york new city. The neighbourhood respected him greatly, and the children around here called him “gramps”. 

“What’s up, old man?”, you greeted him. “How come you decided to pay me a visit? I don’t remember ordering anything?” 

“How many times have I told you to not call me that?”, Marlow scoffed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, “Anyway, I came here to deliver a package. A weird man asked me to deliver this to you. He said it was important or something. I’m just going to leave this here.”

“You sure you don’t wanna come inside, Marlow? I can treat you something to drink if you’d like. I also have some edibles.”

“Nah, im good. Your edibles ain’t shit. Also, all you have to drink at your home are energy drinks and water, so i’ll pass.”, the old man scratched his beard. 

“Geez, no need to insult my babies. I put great effort in these, ya know?”, you stepped outside to take the package out of his hands, the package being a little to light for comfort, “Have a nice day, old man”

“I told you not to- You know what, whatever.”, he sighed in defeat, “I’m just going to go. Later” 

You watched the man walk away, slowly becoming a dot into the distance before disappearing. You shook the box and put your ear against it. Something small, even tiny was in there. The package had pink duck tape with little hearts all over and childish star drawings on the side of it. You struggled to open it, but when you did manage to take a peek inside, you wish you didn’t. A middle, human finger was standing in the middle of the box- blood splattered all over the each wall. 

You gasped, immediately dropping the box out of your hands, due to the immense shock. Your hands were shaking and your head was spinning. You kept chanting inside your head that this was some kind of stupid prank and that the finger was not real. Despite your inner conflict, curiosity got the better of you and with your hands still quivering, you decided to take the finger into your palm, to examine it. You recognized that finger somewhere. The finger was pale, viens popping out of it with a long, black cracked acrylic nail attached to it. There was a note tapped to the back of it, with blood smudged all over it. 

Your hands were moving on their own as you opened the note. You recognized the handwriting. It belonged to Hisoka. Of course it did. Who else would it be? The finger for sure belonged to Magda, no question about it. You were sure that son of a bitch had either killed or tortured her. Or both. If he knew how you were in love with her, he had surely killed her in the most horrendous way you could or couldn't even think of. 

His amber eyes were peering at you. His crooked smile increased as he licked his lips. You felt like a prey trapped by his predator.

"That won’t do, you’re not broken yet ~" He cooed.

A cold shiver ran down your spine. You stepped back; you weren’t ready to die. You desperately thought for a way out, but the only answer was that you had to fight. You couldn’t outrun him, not in your state. Hisoka was still standing in front of you, patiently waiting for you to make a move. He had only some small scratches and ripped clothes, nothing that could give you an advantage. You took a deep breath and looked at him determined. He smiled back. You rushed at him; he didn’t move as you expected, in a matter of seconds you were in front of him. You jumped, ready to kick him. You saw him moving slowly to dodge it, you swiftly shift position, and your foot collided with his cheekbone. You felt a sharp pain in your leg as you landed; you looked down, blood was running down. You glanced at Hisoka; he was licking his razor-sharp card, unaffected by your hit.

"My turn now ~ ♥"

You didn’t have time to ask what he was talking about that he was already charging at you, throwing cards, you managed to dodge them all, but your speed and agility weren’t as good as you hoped, too many of them cut you in the process. You were out of breath, and your body couldn’t keep up with you anymore. You noticed a cliff in the corner of your eyes. If you could reach it, you would have a better chance of survival than keeping on fighting Hisoka. He charged again. You blocked as many blows as you could, wincing in pain at each one of them. You throw one of your knives in what looked like a desperate attempt. He easily dodged it, you smiled.

"You’re not the only one with a cool Nen." You stated.

Your knife came back as if you had thrown a boomerang, catching out of guard Hisoka, whose only choices were to retreat or take the hit. He jumped back, and you choose this instant to rush toward the cliff. You looked down, gulped, closed your eyes, and jumped. The cold air was hurting even more than your wounds, it was like millions of razors slicing your skin. You braced yourself as you were about to hit the ground, but the impact never came on the contrary. He lifted you back on top of the cliff. You were attached to his Bungee Gum; you didn’t know when he had done that, since you used Gyo all the time.

"You can’t run away like that, that’s really rude." His voice broke the silence.

He walked toward you, playing with a card in his hand. He put it to your throat.

"Now, where were we?~" ♠

"Just kill me already." You clenched your teeth.

He positioned himself in front of you, faking shock.

"Kill you?" He repeated. "I won’t do that... Well, not today ~ ♦"

He let go of you and started walking away.

"You still have a long way to go ____, I can’t wait for our next meeting, I’m sure you’ll be able to please me then ~ ♥" He said, waving at you.

You gulp, shrugging to play it off as you head over to a barn owl. “I just needed to send some stuff home. I thought I lost my mother’s Christmas present but turns out it was in my trunk the whole time.”

“I thought Hufflepuffs were good finders, guess that can’t be true for all.” He laughs, and it makes your stomach flip for all the wrong reasons. You looked away, pretending to catch the attention of an owl as you snuck glances at him.

You’ve never interacted with the boy the past year despite being in the same classes, but words of his actions have drifted in and out of your friend circle during your time at Hogwarts.

He’s insane. Gilbert Huckerby once whispered after rumors of a badly injured fifth year student being sent to St Mungos spread to the Hufflepuff common room. It was thought that Hisoka was the perpetrator but since no one had any proof, he got away.

You’ve heard the stories, of blisters growing all over the victim’s face, of burning tongues and disappearing eyes, all while the boy in front of you was said to have looked on, smiling.

But he’s… small, even for a thirteen year old. He’s slightly shorter than you are, in all your tiny glory. With floppy hair framing his still baby-faces cheeks, you knew that while dismissing those rumors would be unwise, it was hard to believe them all.

“Can’t win them all.” You shrugged, struggling to secure the package to a the fidgety barn owl you had manage to persuade. It hooted shrilly when you accidentally tangled the string with your fingers, and pecked at them when you got its talons mixed up in the process.

“Ack! I’m sorry! I can’t help it!” You turn to the amused boy next to you, practically pleading, your absent mindedness costing you, “can you please untie this? My hands are stuck and I can’t-“ You tug at the string and get another nip in response.

“Hmm? I don’t really feel up to the task and I’m kinda enjoying the view and all.” He gestures out towards the open grounds, eyes glinting mischievously in the dark. In the night, his yellow eyes blended in with the other owls that stared judgmentally down at you.

“Please? I really need to send this off- Ack!” A wing slaps you across the face, and a mocking laugh echoes through the tower, sending a few tawny owls flying out the window. You turn to glare at him, trying to look as threatening as you could with a scratched up face and feathers in your hair.

“This isn’t funny!” You exclaim, only to get slapped again in the other cheek. “Yuck! When’s the last time you clean yourself!” The bird shoots you a scathing look, hooting even more as it pecks your nose.

“Really? I disagree. Aren’t you suppose to be a witch?” His smile shone even in the faint candle light, distractingly bright, and you caught yourself staring before quickly turning away, hoping the darkness hid your beet red face.

“Ah! Why didn’t I think of that?” Quickly, you try to reach for your wand but realize it’s missing. Frantically you try to retrace your steps, banging your head against the wall when you realize you left it in your robe pocket downstairs. You groan and bang your head against the wall.

“You got it really tangled up.” Warm fingers glide over yours and it takes all of your self-control not to jump when you feel something hot breathing against the name of your neck. You turn your face slightly, and let out a muffled scream when your nose nearly brushes against Hisoka’s. He looked extremely pleased with himself, moreso than usual as he frees the owl from your clumsy hands. His fingers are nimble, quick and long, so slender they make your own look childish in comparison. You feel his breath run across your neck, sending jolts of shivers across your frame, the air feeling incredibly thin as his hands brushed against yours. You try to look away, and find it impossible. His smile, which you assumes to be even creepier up close, was somehow extremely attractive, in a boyish way.

“There.” He smirks, stepping back. You catch yourself staring at the curve of his jaw and the surprising broadness of his shoulders throughout a curtain of hair as he steps back. Just like that you release a breath you weren’t aware you were holding in, relaxing as you felt the last tremors leave your knees. You breathe a sigh of relief, thanks at the tip of your tongue when you notice he held a pack of sweets in his hand. A pack you distinctly remembered wrapping up and had intended to give your brother.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Consider it payment for my help.”he smirks, tossing it in the air.

“What-“ but you pause. Knowing Hisoka, arguing would just be giving him what he wanted and you refuse to stoop to his level. You straighten up and look him dead in the eye, puffing your chest out. Besides, Christmas is the time for giving anyway.

“Fine, you can keep it. Thanks for helping me out.” His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and you feel oddly pleased at surprising him. “I’ll just get some more at Honeydukes, I’ve been meaning to get a different flavor anyway.” You hop down the stairs, pleased to know that your mum would now be getting her present.

“Well, I’m going to head down now.” You stop, noticing how he still stood at the top of the steps. “Aren’t you coming down? The feast is going to end soon, if we hurry we can get dessert.”

“I’m staying up here.” He answers after a slight pause. He smiles the same cold smile you’ve see so many times that never quite reaches his eyes, waving you off. On top of the tower, alone with the surrounding wooden post ring long shadows all around him, he looks like a ghost, isolated from everything, and you almost push on.

But you remember this is also Hisoka, and the contorted face of the fifth year you saw heaving on the hospital bed stops you.

“Alright then, Merry Christmas.” You give him a half hearted wave back and descend the stairs, missing how his stare follows you and remains stationed there long after you’re gone.

…..

It eats away at you.

You push your mash potatoes around as what was left of your housemates laugh and compare their Christmas gifts, mind returning to the lone boy in the tower. He probably had his reasons for wanting to be alone, but somehow you cannot shake off the strange feeling growing in your gut. The guilt slowly ebbs away at your consciousness, with both sides of your heart battling out.

As scary as it was, he did help you, and you hated the idea of anyone else having to spend Christmas alone in that tower.

Even if it were Hisoka.

You made your choice, you suddenly stood up and loaded on dessert, running off to find the boy.

The owlery is mostly empty and your voice echoes across the circular tower. You climb the steps and find Hisoka sprawled lazily across one of the larger windows, shuffling a worn out deck of cards, the pack of sweets he stole from you lying forgotten on the floor.

You almost call out to him but a tirade of voices flood through your ears. The weight in your hands feeling inexplicably heavy for that split moment.

Dangerous.

Unstable.

A threat to us all.

He lifts a hand up… and accidentally drop the cards all over his face.

Relief swells like a balloon and you quickly climb to the window.

“Hey are you hungry?” You call out. He doesn’t even take a glance at you as you set your haul right next to him.

“You could have answered me, you know!” You huffed, crossing your arms. He lazily turns his head towards you and smiles. You hate the coldness in his eyes as he sits up straight, gaze boring straight through you. It was as if he couldn’t exactly see you, the glazed look his eyes had taken on adding to your discomfort.

“Are you.. okay?” You ask, approaching him the way one would approach a wild animal, and you catch yourself reaching out to him. He smiles, baring his teeth and shows off an impressive set of canines.

“Ah? What brings this Hufflepuff back? Another package to send? I hope you know that the owls here refuse to send anything else for you.” He eyes the package on the floor with mild interest and you pull back, clenching your fist in an effort to still them.

“That’s too bad. This next one is to Mars, my cousin goes to school there and I thought she would like her present.” You hope he doesn’t hear the slight tremble in your as you play into his game, you know what to do, even if your heart feels as if it’s going to crawl out of your throat.

“What school do they go to?” He asks.

“Pigfarts.” You reply with a completely straight face.

Hisoka blinks, once, twice. And roars with laughter. It’s almost like a bark and you find it hard to stand your ground, regretting your decision immediately as he doubles over with laughter. Your ears feel so warm and what little food you have in your stomach flip flops.

“No. I just-I just thought.. No one should spend Christmas alone, so I snuck some food out and brought them here.” You go in to assess the damage, unwrapping the loot as he continues to chuckle before presenting him with what food you could scavenge from the feast. He easily lands with unexpected grace to the ground, and crouches to examine your offering.

Once again, a cool, pleased feeling purrs inside you to see him taken aback by your statement as you presented him with an assortment of pastries and cake. “I could only get dessert if you don’t mind.” You say, nudging them towards him.

Hesitantly, he grabs and takes a bite of a brioche bun, the corners of his lips curling into an unreadable smile.

“It’s quite dry.” He states, but takes another bite before tossing a few crumbs for the owls to eat. You grab one and bite into it, letting out a contented moan. It’s light, fluffy and not the slightest bit dry.

“I don’t think it’s dry.”

“I know.”

“So why are you really out here?”

“You sure are nosy.”

“And you’re mean.”

“Hmm. True.” He suddenly turns to face you, and he’s so close that you can count the faint freckles that dot his nose. “Do you know want to see some magic?”

“Hisoka, we’re at Hogwarts. All we do is magic.” You say, too stunned to move away. Your breath gets hitched in your throat, and you hesitantly lick your noticeably dry lips.

“Yeah, but have you seen this?” A flick of his hands and a previously unseen joker card appears between his fingers.

You reach out for the card, tips brushing against his. He doesn’t pull back, and you feel the tingling sensation spread through your arm.

He smiles again, eyes creased into crescent moons, as he takes a bite of the desert you brought up. It is far more genuine than any you had ever seen him give, before diving into his explanation with unexpected enthusiasm.

You return his smile.

He’s cold.

Cruel.

Inhuman.