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Threads of Desire (part 3)

“Go on, darling,” he whispered, his tone both mocking and coaxing. “Show me how smart you really are. I’d hate to ruin such lovely skin.” His gaze flicked down to the shallow cut, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as though savoring the sight.

This time, you didn’t argue. Your trembling hands moved to the hem of your clothing, and Hisoka’s grin widened with satisfaction as he released your hair, though the card in his hand remained, a silent threat lingering in the air.

you begin to quickly take off your shirt, Hisoka melodiously chucking at your trembling figure as you strip you start revealing your collarbone and the swells of your breasts. Hisoka's eyes flick down to watch hungrily as you shimmy out of your shirt, tossing it aside. Hisoka swallows hard as you hook your fingers in your waistband, slowly pushing your pants and dark purple underwear down your hips. He watches intently as you shimmy out of them, leaving you completely bare and glistening before him, his eyes roaming over your curves and dripping cunt appreciatively. You tremble with excitement as you run the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein that runs along the length of it.

Hisoka shudders at the sensation, his fingers grabbing a gentle hold on your hair. You then wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently before releasing it with a soft pop. Hisoka reacts by gripping your hair firmly, he guides you downwards. Your tongue playfully teasing the tip of his cock, making him hiss through his teeth. Without warning, he pushes your head down, his thick length sliding past your lips and into your throat.

Without hesitation, you oblige, taking him deeper as your lips glide effortlessly down his slick shaft. The room echoed with the sound of your throat struggling to take Hisoka. His cock throbs against your tongue, the salty precum dripping onto it. You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder as you pull back, creating a lewd pop that echoes through the room. Hisoka's eyes roll back in ecstasy as you deepthroat him, your lips stretching to accommodate his girth. He grips your hair tightly, fucking your mouth with rough, urgent strokes as he thrust into your mouth making your pussy throb, saliva drips from your chin, mingling with his precum as you struggle to breathe around his thick cock.

As you reach down to please your cunt Hisoka slams him foot and your feet and pumps into your mouth making his head throw back in pleasure “A-Ah y/n fuck I’ve been needing this for so long ngh uhh~” he moans as his throats get faster. With a loud grunt, Hisoka's balls tighten and he unleashes a powerful orgasm, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he shoots thick rope after thick rope of hot, sticky cum directly down your throat. You gag and choke on the immense load, your eyes watering as you struggle to swallow it all

Hisoka’s fingers gripped your chin firmly, his long nails grazing your skin just enough to send a shiver down your spine. He tilted your head up, forcing your tear-filled gaze to meet his. The smirk on his lips was wicked, dripping with satisfaction as his golden eyes burned into yours.

“Swallow it,” he commanded, his tone low and dangerous, leaving no room for disobedience.

You obeyed, your body trembling under his unrelenting gaze. Tears of pleasure traced hot paths down your cheeks as you complied, your breath hitching at the raw power he exuded. Hisoka’s eyes narrowed, and that infamous, sly grin stretched across his face, a predatory expression that sent your heart racing.

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice dripping with mockery and desire. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you roughly toward him before throwing you down onto the bed with practiced ease. The sheets crumpled beneath you as his presence loomed over, his aura thick with hunger and intent.

Hisoka’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as he leaned closer, his grin widening as if savoring the sight of you beneath him. “Now,” he growled, his voice edged with dark amusement, “be a good girl and take me.”

His hands found your hips, gripping tightly as he positioned himself, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. His gaze never wavered, drinking in every flicker of emotion that crossed your face—fear, anticipation, and undeniable desire.

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Threads of Desire ♥️♠️🃏

(Part 2)

Hisoka slid his hands beneath your thighs, lifting you effortlessly in one swift motion. A small gasp escaped your lips as your instincts took over, your arms and legs wrapping around him for stability. Hisoka’s signature playful smirk tugged at his lips as he carried you to the bed, lowering you onto the soft surface with a confidence that made your heart race.

Leaning down, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his movements teasing yet commanding. His tongue brushed against yours, vying for dominance, and unsurprisingly, he won, leaving you breathless. “Hisoka…” you murmured, your voice breaking into a groan.

He pulled back just enough to let a sly, mischievous grin spread across his face. Then, with deliberate intent, he bit down on your lower lip, tugging it playfully. “Mmm, what’s wrong, my dear?” he purred, blood tripling from your lip, his voice low and smooth as he began to unravel the towel draped loosely around his hips.

Your gaze dropped instinctively, and your breath hitched. A flush bloomed across your cheeks, painting your pale skin a deep crimson. Hisoka’s eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly reveling in your reaction. “Don’t like what you see, my love?” he teased, as he dripped with mock innocence as he stroked himself lazily, the evidence of his arousal glistening in the dim light. Hisoka grabbed your trembling, desperate hand, letting you trace down his 8 pack and v line. “Oh…y/n…”

He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning back slightly as his legs spread wide, his posture oozing confidence and power. His eyes met yours, his grin turning wicked. “You know what to do, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice laced with seductive challenge. You bowed down in front of him, clenching your legs as close together, letting a soft whimper escape your mouth.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as Hisoka’s gaze bore down on you, sharp and calculating. His golden eyes gleamed with both amusement and impatience as he took in your vulnerable frame, barely concealed by the thin fabric clinging to your skin. His smirk faltered, replaced by a cold, dissatisfied glare.

“Strip,” he commanded, his voice low but cutting, leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in defiance despite the danger that radiated from him. Summoning a flicker of courage, you tilted your chin up and replied with a smirk of your own. “Make me,” you dared, the challenge hanging in the air like a loaded weapon.

The words had barely left your lips when Hisoka moved, faster than you could react. His hand shot out, tangling roughly in your hair, forcing your head back as you let out a startled gasp. His grip was unrelenting, and before you could fully process the pain, the cold, sharp edge of one of his cards pressed against your neck.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery and menace. His fingers tightened in your hair, yanking hard enough to make you wince. The blade of the card traced along your skin with maddening precision, leaving a stinging trail in its wake.

A thin line of crimson began to bead and trickle down your neck, the warm sensation making you shudder. A small, involuntary yelp escaped your lips, and Hisoka’s smirk returned, more dangerous than before.

“There it is,” he purred, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear. “That delicious little sound. Now, are you still feeling bold, or have I made my point?”

Your chest heaved as you tried to steady yourself, the fire in your eyes dimming but not extinguished entirely. Hisoka chuckled darkly, clearly entertained by the mix of fear and defiance he’d drawn out of you.

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Threads of Desire ♥️♠️🃏

(Hisoka x Reader)

(future smut)

(more plot than smut)

The rain painted silver streaks down your balcony window, each drop a tiny elegy, pooling into rivers that seemed to mourn alongside you. The moon hung low in the velvet night, its pale face veiled by drifting clouds, like it too couldn’t bear to watch. Three months had crawled by since your beloved Hisoka had vanished into the shadows of his mission. Three months of deafening silence and unanswered questions.

Your love for him was a tempest, wild and all consuming, but his? It was elusive, like smoke slipping through your fingers. He visited sometimes, short, un-loving visits, but they felt like ghosts of what once was. A hollow ache churned in your chest as your mind turned over a haunting thought, sharp and relentless, “Had he fallen? Or worse… had he simply chosen to leave me behind?” You thought to yourself as a faint but sharp tear trails down your soft skin.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as your gaze fell to the rain-soaked world below. The melancholy was suffocating, but even in its grip, you found beauty in the night, a darkness you had come to embrace, just as he once did. Summoning the last frayed thread of your resolve, you turned away from the window and trudged toward your bed. The night whispered secrets only the moon and shadows could understand, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that Hisoka, wherever he was, heard them too.

As you collapse onto the black silk sheets, exhaustion pulls you under like a relentless tide. The emptiness beside you gnaws at your soul. How could he sleep so soundly without you when your nights were a battlefield of yearning? Tears slip silently down your cheeks, leaving damp, glistening marks on your pillow as you tremble with the weight of your thoughts.

Sleep takes you reluctantly, but not peacefully. A sudden, sharp sensation brushes against your calf like ice slicing through the fog of your exhaustion. Your breath catches, and you bolt upright, a gasp on your lips,but the world goes dark before you can even make any means of it.

When you wake, disoriented and heavy limbed, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Cards and scattered clothing litter the floor, some garments marked with dried blood. The air feels heavy, damp, and the hiss of a shower echoes through the stillness. Steam seeps from under the closed bathroom door like a creeping fog, and panic wells up in your chest. Heart racing, you scramble to your feet and start searching the room, frantic for answers or an escape.

Your breath hitches as a familiar sound; a low, dark chuckle cuts through the silence. It stops you cold. The voice that follows is unmistakable, smooth yet teasing, laced with bloodlust and power

“Y/n~”

The way he says your name sends a shiver down your spine. Your body freezes, your chest tightens, and tears spring to your eyes, blurring the already shadowed room. It feels like a dream, but too vivid, too sharp to be anything but real. The panic surges, flooding your veins with a cold, choking fear, and your legs give out beneath you. You crumple to the ground, gripping your chest as sobs break through the dam of your resolve.

Before you can fully succumb to despair, a pale hand emerges from the shadows, sliding into view. He kneels before you, impossibly close. Hisoka. His damp hair clings to his face, droplets of water trailing down his neck and disappearing into the loosely tied red towel hanging carelessly off his waist. His sharp, piercing eyes glint with a mixture of amusement and something deeper, something darker.

“Hm,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face with unsettling tenderness. “I thought you were stronger than this…” His lips curl into a faint frown, though it lacks any true sorrow.

Your trembling hands reach out on instinct, finding their way to his shoulders. Without hesitation, you collapse against him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The scent of him, wild and faintly metallic envelops you.

“Hisoka,” you whimper, your voice breaking under the weight of your anguish.

A low, rumbling sound escapes his throat, somewhere between a purr and a moan. “My darling,” he breathes, the words dripping with equal parts menace and affection. His arms slide around you, pulling you closer, and for the first time in months, you feel both relief and terror in his embrace.