There's most likely paragraphs that straight up dont make sense but I kinda lost interest in this. Most likely will remain unfinished (it's been unfinished since like November)
Tags and TW: Leol x Reader, dub-con, praising, size-kink, afab reader, there's literally no plot cause it made no sense with it unfinished lol
Word count: 711
You hesitantly swung your leg over his lap, now straddling one of his thighs, while looking up at him waiting for his next demand. This wasn't the first time you found yourself in a compromising position, but it still didn't stop you from questioning your every action. His lack of words usually wasn’t as stomach-dropping as they were now. You stuck to limited movement, afraid that one wrong move will lead to his disapproval.
He reached to the bedside to pull out a bottle. Lube. He handed it to you before pulling his dick out of his pants
He wasted no time taking his cock out. It wasn't like it was going to change sizes from last time but the size was more than enough for you to wonder just how was anything going to fit.
He grabbed your chin, tilting it up for him to kiss you before
You used one of your hands to spread your lips while using the other hand to anchor yourself. Your legs were shaking from nervousness before you felt a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. You took a deep breath before letting yourself go a bit. His tip twitched as it barely touched your entrance.
You slowly slid down. It didn't take long for that burning sensation to start after he broke through that first initial wall. You could feel him stretching you out, a bit too close to your limit. You tried, you really did, but you were only halfway down before the pain started to become too much. You wanted to stop but you also desperately wanted to please him. When you squeezed around him, you could feel his dick slightly grazing over all the right spots and you knew from previous adventures that if you continued, he’d be able to reach that one spot that made your mind go numb.
Tears began to prick at your eyes as you tried to ease some of the pain. Your thighs were beginning to feel the pain of barely being able to straddle him properly.
“What's wrong?”
His tone sounded completely sincere, but you could see the smirk on his face. You could feel his dick twitch inside when your tears first started to fall.
“It’s ok. This is why you take your time.”
You decided to push yourself up just slightly to relieve the pain before sliding back down, repeating the pattern agonizingly slow.
With each round, you took your time to feel all of the good spots he was able to reach in an attempt to ring out the pain. Before you knew it, you felt you ass gently make contact with the short fur of his legs. You had completely bottomed out.
“See, I told you you could do things on your own. You've done such a good job.”
It was then that he grabbed your hips, keeping you in the same position, and completely laid down so that he was mostly on his back compared to sitting up.
“Now I will take control from here my dear. You've done such a great job for me.”
He continued to take your hips and pump into you at what was at first a slow pace. But as you continued to bottom out and adjust for his size, he slowly started to increase. Tears continued to fall onto his chest now as he was able to reach deeper inside you. It was then that he was able to just barely hit the spot deep inside you. You briefly fell onto his chest as you were caught off guard by the unexpected wave of pleasure. You tried to adjust yourself so that he would continue to hit that same spot. Leol quickly caught wave of this and began to angle his thrust to your liking.
“Look at you darling, youre learning so quickly. Good job for telling me. Youre doing so well for me.”
He continued to whisper praises into the top of your head as he continued to hit exactly where you wanted. Not long afterwards did you start seeing stars. Your cunt now twitching uncontrollably underneath him.
"Is this what you wanted to escape? You've been doing so well for me, it seems like that's the exact opposite."
Summary: You're having a hard time believing Saeran loves you... but dont worry, he'll show you
Word count: 2.9k
Tags & TW/CW: Saeran x Reader, NSFW, gn reader, soft sex, mirror sex, fluff, lots of L bombs, aftercare, praising, this is very self indulgent lol
You and Saeran were well aware of the mental state both of you were in. And in short? Neither were great.
You guys both knew and understood the work you’d need to do to maintain the relationship. Which meant that there were periods where one or the other would have to pick up the other after a bad day.
For the first couple of days, everything was as normal as things could be. You guys loved each other like any couple would.
But after a while, it became painfully clear that you couldn't keep up the facade.
You had inevitably fallen into a depression episode. Compared to your other episodes, you mostly spent this time laying around, not really being able to do anything and waiting out your episode until you were able to function again. This time, you had Saeran but to be honest, it still wasn't any easier. In some ways, it was almost harder to do anything.
When you first started dating, you were the one that was able to commfort him on hard nights. You were the one that talked him through his anxiety attacks and night terrors, but now you felt you set a high expectation for yourself. The expectation to be his caretaker… and now you weren't meeting it.
Saeran was your partner and vowed to make you happy in any way he could but this was not solvable by just talking it out. You just needed this to pass and wanted him by your side to make it easier. But you were still new to this.
You didn't know how to just be depressed around someone you loved.
You wanted to be there for him but when it was a struggle to even do basic human functions, you found it hard to be there for him.
And worst of all, you just felt needy . You hated hearing that word as you grew up and as you aged, it never got any easier. At first, you appreciated Saeran doing the extra work for you. Cooking you meals, bringing you flowers, laying with you in the morning until you could manage to get up, but now it was all starting to get to you.
Didn't he feel tired?
After all the trauma he went through, didn't he feel tired having to look after you. You just felt so helpless and weak. He promised to spend eternity with you but that was before you had exposed your mental state. Did he still love you as much as he did before where you were the one helping him stand on his own?
You laid in bed, mindlessly letting your thoughts run rampant in your head as you stared at the bedroom you guys shared. What if he finally just got fed up and didn't come for you in the morning? What if he finally realized how much baggage you carried and no longer wanted to spend eternity with you? How deep did his love truly go?
Right on cue, you heard knocking before seeing Saeran walk through the door holding a plate of what seemed to be pancakes. “Good morning my love, I’ve made you breakfast.”
You managed to meek out a small thanks before looking away. You felt guilty. You should be the one taking care of him, not the other way around.
And you knew a relationship goes 2 ways, but it didn't stop you from feeling the familiar burn in your eyes. You quickly tried to blink them away but the blinking quickly turned into tears and tears quickly turned into crumbling against Saeran as he held on to you tightly much to your dismay.
He let you cry into his shoulder until your throat became dry. You felt so pathetic crying into the shoulder of the person you felt should be doing the opposite. Did he really love you this much or was he just tolerating you. You couldn't stop your tears from falling until you eventually ran out of tears. Saeran held you the entire time, only letting you go when your crying became stuttered breathing.
He held your cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away tears as you attempted to catch your breath.
“Don't you ever get tired of me?” you managed to get out. It was meant to be only a thought but you unconsciously said it outloud as you avoided his eye contact.
Saeran dropped his hands from you face in confusion as if he had did something wrong. Of course he didn't but you just felt so frustrated in the moment, you didn't mean for your words to come off as aggressive.
“What do you mean?” he asked. He sounded so genuinely concerned. You a
“Me. Arent you tired of having to take care of me?” You told him, trying your best to hide your hurt but it was hard to do so when you had only just stopped crying.
Saeran stared at you as you continued to avoid his eyes. “My love… why would I be?” Maybe it was because he was confused or was genuinely hurt that you questioned his love, but his pause only proved how shocked he truly was. He sounded so soft and you so badly wanted to take back your question but you knew there was no going back now.
“Because well… I mean… you know.” You managed to get out. You knew you had an answer but you didn't really have an answer for him.
“No. I don't know.” He answered back quickly. He was adamant on his stance. He tried to get you to look at him for an answer but you were to embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He didn't show it but you knew he felt somewhat hurt by this.
You guys sat on the bed for what felt like ages before Saeran let go of the hand neither of you realized he was holding. “I’ll be right back.” You thought this was the moment yout brain had made up. The moment where he leaves you and never comes back and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. That is until he doesn't reach for the bedroom door but rather the closet door.
He pulled out a large mirror you forgot you had stored away and placed it in front of the bed.
He came back to the bed, sitting his back against the headboard before patting the space in front of him. You tilted your head in confusion before he mumbled “Please, I need to show you something. Take your clothes off”
You slowly striiped your clothes and climbed towards him, sitting between his legs, back facing him. He gestured for you to open your legs so you followed. You still refused to make eye contact with him or the mirror knowing exactly what’d you see. You pathetically opening your legs for him after crying your eyes out over feeling too needy. And here you were, naked and already getting horny and needing his touch.
“God… you know you look so amazing right now right? I wish you’d look at us” Saeran whispered into your ear.
You didn't answer. You were still unsure of what he was trying to do and to be honest, you didn't feel too amazing right now. You loved hearing his compliments but, it only reminded you of how dependent you had become recently. This also felt wildly out of place for the emotional moment that happened not even a full 5 minutes ago.
He grabbed your chin, gently turning it towards him before kissing you. He tasted like the fruit and pancake batter and you couldnt help but melt against his tongue pushing through your lips to taste yours.
His hands began to wonder around your body. He began to massage your thigh, coming close to your sex but never quite touching it. You resisted the urge to roll into it but after touching your body a million times before, his touch still felt amazing.
He placed a couple of quick kisses down your neck before saying exactly what you didn't even know you needed to hear. “I’ll never get tired of you. I’ll never get tired of how our bodies mend together. I’ll never get tired of your pretty face no matter how many tears you shed. I love you more than anything and no amount of anything is going to stop that.”
You leaned into his kisses and let go of the resistance you didn't even know you were holding. You took this time to finally sneak a peak at the mirror. Saeran looked so… in love. His kisses and touch seemed to soft and intimate and you couldn't help but let out an escaped moan.
Saeran heard you moan and smiled at you through the mirror, seemingly pleased that you finally peaked. “You see yourself in the mirror right? You see how my hands kneed into you body like it's the only thing I want” You nodded, staring at him through the mirror in front of you watching you squirm against his touch.
“Good. I want you to look at me and see how much I love you because obviously I havent been doing a good job with that recently.” He pulled a bottle of lube from out the dresser before squeezing a good amount into his hands. “Don’t worry about needing me right now, I just want to show you how much love I have for you.”
He closed the bottle and put it back in the dresser before going back to your sex. You finally let yourself roll into his touch and god did it feel amazing. So this is what he was planning.
You let out a few more moans, rocking yourself against his hands. Watching you fuck his hand was all Saeran needed in that moment and you could feel his cock rising against your back. You looked so amazing against him.
“That’s it. Feel my hands against you. Let me love on you for just this moment.” he breathly said into your neck.
He began to use his other hand to rub your sensitive nipples as he kissed against your neck. Between him massaging your hard nipples and rubbing your messy sex so slowly, you began to feel your climax approaching. You held your hands around where his hands were and began to close your eyes in pleasure. You were so so close. Or at least you were close.
Saeran pulled his hands from off of you and used his other hands that were previously on your nipples to pull your chin fowards.
“Ah ah, no closing your eyes. I need you to truly see how much I love you. Look at me now.”
You opened your eyes to look at the mirror. Saerans hand held a loose but firm grip on your chin guiding it towards the mirror so it was hard not to look.
He looked… beautiful. His eyes were soft and focused on making you feel good. He took his time with you, admiring every curve and shape on your body. He traced his fingers over every mark and blemish the front of your body had before returning to your nipples and touching both of them. You sqirmed against his touch. You wanted him to touch you where he was before but he wouldn't. You lowered you hand in an attempt to touch yourself but Saeran used one of his hands to stop you.
“Nope, none of that either. Right now, I’m the one making you feel good. You just need to tell me what you need, ok love?”
“Saeran, please, mmm~, I need you to fuck me.” you manged to get out between him still rubbing your sensitive nipples.
He was waiting for you to ask him and after being able to ask him without him telling you to, he felt you deserve more. “Alright, alright. But I need you to say these words ok? Whats my name?”
He stopped rubbing you and placed his hands around your hips in order for you to answer properly. He needed to hear you say this. “...Saeran.”
“Good. Now say ‘Saeran loves me’. That's the secret code for now ok? I’m gonna need you to say it whenever you want something from me ok?”
You were used to telling him that you loved him or him telling you that he loved you, but you’d never had to tell him that he loves you. It felt kind of embarrassing to say but you knew Saeran had a habit of teasing you like this.
“...Saeran loves me.” you said, but not loud enough for his liking.
“I need to hear you baby. You know I won't continue if I think you don't know how much I love you.” He continued to tease your hole with his cock making very light brushes against your sex. You just wanted him in you and you were almost to the point whered you face any type of embarrassment to get that from him.
“Saeran loves me- mmph!” you were interrupted by him sliding his cock into you. You fell fowards slightly, his push forward proving he was a lot greedier than he let on.
“Good job love, that's all I needed to hear from you - fuck baby you feel so good~ “ Saeran leaned over you, using one of his hands to place around your waist while using the other one to hold your hand. You interlocked fingers with him as you slid back against his cock. “Arch you back love.”
He began rocking into your needy hole as you watched him in the mirror. He looked so focused on fucking you, so proudly watching you fall apart under him.
“Fuuuck mmmm baby look at us. Look at how my dick slides into you.”
You watched as he pumped into you, his tip reaching you most pleasurable spot. Each rock followed by you moaning his name.
“If i didn'tlove you, would I really be fucking into you like this? Do you see how much I love you right now? Tell me how much you need me right now.”
“Ah~I’m so close Saeran!” you moaned.
“Whats the code love?” Saeran asked between thrusts.
“Saeran loves me.”
“Louder, I need you to say until you believe it.”
“Saeran loves me!”
“Louder for me.”
“Saeran loves me!! Saeran loves me! Saeran loves me!!” You didn't care how loud you were at the moment. This was the least you could do for him right now and you wanted, no, needed to believe him right now.
“That's right, mmm, that's right baby I love you. Now cum for me, I know you can.”
Saerans pace became uneven as you felt the wave hit you full force,cumming around his cock inside of you as you moaned incoherent strings of how much you love him. He moved his hand from your fingers and moved it towards your stomach as he fucked into your hole clenching tighly around him until he slowed to a stop. When he slowly pulled his cock out, he was covered in a mixture of both his and your cum.
He pulled you back up against you, kissing all over your body. In between each kiss he couldn't stop smiling and staring at the mirror. “Look at you. You look so beautiful,you know that right? Come on, lets get you cleaned up.”
He led you to the bathroom, where he prepared a warm bath for the both of you to sit in. Once in, he gestured for you to face him as he cleaned and massaged you.
The both of you sat in silence, enjoying the presence of each other before Saeran spoke up. “You know, my love for you extends past anything you can imagine. I love you and want to spend eternity with you and no amount of is too much for me.”
You only managed to nod after his words.
“Can I hear the code?” he asked softly.
You looked him into his eyes and unlike before where your words were mostly just from horny brain fog talk, you cupped his cheek and told him. “Saeran love me. And I love you.”
“That's right, I know you do my love.” he told you, now holding the hand that was against his cheek.
His hands glazed over a mark on your shoulder you didn't realize before before you flinched. Saeran just laughed before touching you more gently. “Look at the lovebites I left for you. If I didn't love you, would I have left these just for you?” He continued to massage your shoulder, being extra careful around the hickies he left.
Between his soft touches and reassuring words, your body began to tremble again. This time from comfort. You realized how little tension you had in your body compared to the last couple of days. Sitting between the love of your life in the hot bathtub was more than your brain could handle. You unapologetically let your tears flow for once enjoy the comfort you felt in that very moment.
“I love you Saeran,” you began to hiccup. “I love you so so much.”
“I know you do. I love you too.”
The both of you sat in silence as he continued to bathe you. You wondered just what you had done to deserve such a loving partner, but you knew Saeran would put you through another round of “showing you his love” if you said that though out loud.
“The breakfast is probably cold now…” you thought outloud.
Saeran facepalmed his forehead in shame. “Damn, I completely forgot about it.” You found it kind of funny how after all of that, he still felt bad over cold pancakes.
“...Can I make us breakfast instead?”
Saeran leaned closer into you, pulling you into a hug. “Of course you can, but lets just stay like this for right now. Ok my love?”
Summary: Rammot never had the chance to have something for himself, but after finding you and your sick liking for pain, he's sure he just found his match.
Rammot kills all of his prey. Right away or not, there was no reason to spare a human unless it was to prolong the excitement he’d feel from killing them. He fully expected you to be an easy target. You lived isolated from the rest of civilization right outside the hunting grounds for ants.
What he didn't expect was for you to get on your knees and offer… something different from the rest. Needless to say, he was intrigued. What ways could he torture you in this way?
His love for seeing the pain in his victims eyes was almost better than the feeling of killing them. You, however, were very proof that pain looked better on prettier faces.
At first he was going to kill you off after using you, but the way you looked while holding back tears trying to fit his large cock in your mouth… the way your whines vibrated against him and the way your swollen cheeks looked after he abused them… you made it hard to get rid of you.
Which is what led him here today. Why did you never move? He didn't need to question you why and you never wanted to admit your reasoning to yourself.
There was no schedule. He’d just show up at your home every so often...though it seemed to be mostly when he became frustrated nowadays. When killing no longer brought excitement, he’d go to you.
The whole situation with the king and squads was way too complicated at that point because of the queen's death. Many of the leaders left the original nest to start their own or went to serve the king. Despite many changes happening within the nest, his position in power never really changed much, and that was the frustrating part.
Don't get him wrong, he loved serving the king. Afterall, that is what he was meant for. But damn… he never really had anything he could call his own. He fantasized about owning his own nest and being above the rest and finally being able to call something his own… but he knew better.
“Can we try something different today?” you asked. He was already getting ready for the usual routine of him laying on the bed with on your knees letting him use you as he pleased. What was this something new you wanted to try? He knew you knew he’d kill you at any moment you tried anything sketchy so unless you had come up with a secret plan, it wasn't revenge. Most likely sexual.
“Eh…” His pride was too high to admit that you were the only human he had sexual relations with. He had no clue on what to do with himself. The only thing he knew how to do was shove it down your throat. He didn't answer but he was still hesitant.
You could tell he didn't have a clue as to what you were hinting at so you got onto the bed and undressed yourself before gesturing for him to lean against the bed frame at the end of your bed. He was able to get the hint then. He’s spied on some humans in the act and even seen a couple of ants do so… he’s just never done so himself. He had only mouth fucked you so he had no clue on what to do. He reluctantly let you mount him.
You lined yourself up with him before slowly easing down and… fuck you felt so good. Your warm walls squeezing around his tip felt better than your tongue could ever do. And he didn't miss the hiss in your voice. Did stuffing his cock in your pussy really get that noise from you?
“Fffuck~ why didnt you suggest this earlier.” he breathlessly said out loud to himself. You didn't answer him. Not because you didn't hear him but because you couldn't… you were determined to fit all of him.
You continued to lower yourself slowly. The only thing keeping him from slamming you down and fucking you until he cums right then and there was the look you had. You were obviously in over your head and didn't realize how big he was until you were being filled with him. Watching you whine while deepthroating him was one thing… but the view he had now was so much better. The way your eyes would roll back anytime you reached a new length, the way you would
You had so much concentration in your eyes, focusing on trying to bottom out with him while convincing yourself not to give up.
The stretch he was giving you was almost too painful but you liked it this way. You were used to him stretching you out in other ways. You would never tell him, but you had been planning to do this since the last time he visited. You wanted to feel him in other ways so a pain like this was more so pleasurable, rewardable even.
However, the more you were able to fit, the more he became impatient. He wanted to savor this moment and watch as your face twisted in that weird mix of pain and pleasure but you were practically teasing him at this point. He knew but this starting and stopping act was gonna make him cum before you could even feel all of you. With each pause you had, he could feel your cunt squeezing around him in an attempt to adjust. It was all getting too much… a little push from him would hurt right?
Rammot started off slow, only gently rocking into you at the same rhythm as you. You could tell he was getting impatient so you attempted to pick up the pace a bit for him. As you did so, he held a deadly grip on your thighs; to the point that it would for sure leave bruises. You knew that was purposeful considering his sadistic tendencies and to be honest, that alone was enough to get some extra escaped moans from you.
You were getting so close to being able to fit all him and you could feel your orgasm slowly arriving. You held onto his shoulders while resting your head on his chest as you watched yourself work yourself down.
Rammot did not like this.
He liked staring at the sick pleasure in your eyes. He liked watching the way you bit your lip when you were obviously trying to hide your moans from him and he wanted to see your reaction for what he was going to do.
He grabbed your chin and forced your head up so that you were looking straight at him. “I don’t feel like waiting anymore.” he told you before letting go of thighs to grab you just above the waist. You watched as a twisted grin spread across his face right before he thrusted up, forcing the rest of himself inside you.
He wanted to throw some cool lines in afterwards but with the way your cunt was gripping him, the way he could feel your heavy breathing on your neck, and the way you had thrown yourself against his chest for some extra grip… he couldn't think straight. You were truly dangerous for him with your reactions. He was pretty sure he caught an addiction to you right there.
He didn't even wait for the say so from you. He just went straight into fucking you.
As much as you liked to hide it… there was one thing Rammot learned pretty quickly about you. You liked the way he used you. You liked the way he would force his dick down your throat, you liked the way he’d grab your hair as he fucked your tongue and you loved the way he took over your pace for a much rougher one of his liking. You were as sick as he was. The rougher his thrust went, the louder you got. His tip was touching all the right spots and you couldn't get enough.
He was attempting to savor the moment but the way your gummy walls were gripping him now was just too much. He wrapped his wings around you before pinning your back to the bed, bucking your lower half upwards, before fucking you at a much rougher, faster pace. His goal changed from watching your reaction to getting himself to cum inside you as fast as he could. The room was filled with uneven sloppy slaps of him using and fucking you wet cunt.
You were getting so close; the heat from him above you, the unsteady breathing coming from the both of you, the way he could reach deeper inside you from this position…your mind was going into overdrive with how good you felt. You completely forgot how much you were struggling beforehand.
“I-i’m going to--!!” you were seeing stars before you could even finish your sentence.
Rammot kept up with his pace even after you reached your orgasm, causing your pour hole to feel overstimulated. He continued doing so until he reached his end and had cum inside of you, mixes of both of your arousals overflowing around his dick.
You let go of the grip you didn't even know you had on him to allow him to get up. He sat up to admire the aftermath. The bruises on your thighs from his nails were starting to become more visible. Your fucked out face alone was almost enough for him to become hard again.
And he always loved the evidence of pain he’s put on others but, though small, he was starting to feel some marks on his back that he’s confident was from you. In both of your lustful states, neither of you realized the grip you had on him that led to a small sting. Maybe he’d let you give him so more of those next time.
He was pretty sure he was going to explode with pride.
Being so low on the hierarchy, he was used to having nothing for himself. Of course he loved serving the king and he understood his only life purpose was to serve for him… but when he was holding you in his arms, it made him strangely excited.
Looking at the marks on your thighs he caused and feeling the afterburn of the marks you left around his back and neck, those were all from you. His toy.
For once, something was his and he wasn't going to share.
Summary: The worst part about being held captive wasn't the fact that you didn't know what your future looked like... it was that you were painfully lonely. Lucky for you, Hisoka enjoys playing with anything Chrollo has to hide.
Tags and CW/TW: NSFW, Hisoka x Reader, fem!reader, fingering, dacryphilia, Hisoka being a dick as usual
𝔾𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟?
You knew how big your father was in the underground but you didn't know he was that big.
According to the small conversations you've picked up from various members from outside the door, you were the decoy being used to draw your father out for something. Your instincts were telling you it was for death but somehow, that was the last thing on your mind. You had no relationship with him anyways.
Even when you lived in your fathers mansion, you were the only one there majority of the time. Your father kept security at max power but because you were alone, there was no one there to call out to when you felt your vision suddenly go dark. When you awoke, you found yourself locked in a small bedroom.
There was a man in a black cloak sitting at the end of your bed. He questioned you about your father but all you could do was tell him through tears that you didn't know where he was. He was almost never home and he never told you where he went. He left you alone in his mansion to do nothing but sit in loneliness. The man questioned you about “nen” but you just wanted to know where you were.
After many failed attempts to get information out of you, he left the room. You tried banging on the door to be let out but you were locked in. You don't know how long you were there begging to go home but no one listened. This was about 2 weeks ago.
About 3 times a day, someone comes in to bring you a meal (you were sure it was only because they needed you alive). Other than that, you never really got a chance to see anyone. There were a couple of books there to keep you occupied but you could never focus on them for long.
You knew you were being held captive and you knew that you were in an extremely dangerous situation… but somehow all you could think about is how alone you felt. There were times where you could pretend that you were still alone back up in the mansion and somehow that thought made you feel worse. It made you realize that the same loneliness you felt being kept in the mansion was identical to the loneliness you felt when in extreme conditions of isolation. The extremes in this situation should've changed something… but it didn't.
You felt so alone. At this point, you were craving any type of affection or attention you were given. Anytime the door would open, you shamefully welcomed it. You were so undeniably lonely that anyone you made contact with, even if it was just one of the members there to give you food, you looked forward to it. You attempted to make conversation with whoever came in anytime they brought food. Some fed into you, others ignored your attempts.
So when the door opened again today, you suddenly sat up on your bed and patiently waited for whoever to come in.
However, when the door opened, you didn't know who you were looking at. You had met the majority of the members there but you hadn't met him… and he wasn't carrying food.
Your first reaction was fear. You did not know him and your mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. Your time was up, he was here to take you away.
But somewhere in the back of your guilty mind, you hoped he would at least give you some type of affection before executing you. In fact, most of the members were attractive and you had spent more than one night fantasizing about one of them sneaking in during the middle of the night to spend time with you. It was better than sitting here alone in the dark for hours.
You cautiously moved closer to the end of the bed. You should've put up a fight but whoever these people were seemed like they had the full ability to kill you before you even gave your first attempt.
“Is my time up here?” you asked the man. He had closed the door behind him.
He looked at you for a few seconds before beginning to laugh. “You're not worth the kill.” he told you. Damn, was that an insult?
“I wouldn't normally mess with anyone like you, especially with your lack of nen… but your importance to chrollo was what excited him the most
He was able to tell right away. Maybe he could get some fun out of playing with someone else's toy.
He sat on the edge of the bed where you sat.
He grabbed your and chin to lean to get a better look at you. You weren't bad for his standard.
Hm. You'd do.
You should've pushed back but you found yourself leaning into his kiss.
He pushed up your dress to expose you. He pressed his index finger against your now damp panties, leading you to unconsciously lean more towards his touch.
Hisoka didn't miss that beat. You poor thing… locked up in here desperate for someone to give you some attention. It was very unfortunate that he was going to take advantage of that. How could Chrollo leave a prize like you locked up and expect someone like him not to explore?
He continued to rub light circles through the thin cloth as you slowly grinded up against his fingers.
He enjoyed messing with his prey… might as well add some spice to this. See how far he can get with this.
“Do any of the members touch you like this?” he asked.
You sheepishly shook your head. Only in imaginations did they do so.
“Hmm..That's such a shame.” he stopped his motions before looking up at you “You have such a pretty pussy perfectly available for them.”
“So which one do you fantasize the most about?” he smugly asked. By the look on your face, he knew he was right about your reaction. You were truly desperate for their attention in more ways than one.
“I don't know their names…” you admitted, looking away.
“So they never told you any of their names? Rude. Don't worry, I’ll tell you their names.”
“Well for starters, I’m Hisoka. There’s 13 members. Supposedly the leader and his 12 legs.”
Wait...“Supposedly?”
“Of course…” he came closer to your ear to whisper, “I’m not a part of the spider troupe.”
“That's why I say supposedly.” he tells you
Wait what? But didn't he say that-
Your thoughts were interrupted by him pushing aside your patnties. He carefully placed his two middle fingers right above your clit. A loud moan escaped through your lips before you covered them. He smiled at your embarrassment.
“Did you catch all of that dear?”
You could only manage a small nod through the pleasure you were feeling but Hisoka wanted more from you. He stopped.
“You sure? How can I know you're paying attention if you can't even look at me?” he said. He wanted to see where your breaking point was and he knew he was close.
“Yes! Yes! I did!!” You practically screamed, no longer paying attention to volume control. You arched yourself towards his hand to try and get him to continue. He was rubbing all the right parts and you were so fucking close. You could feel your orgasm disappearing so you were desperate for him to continue. You just wanted his full attention, not some lecture, why couldn't he see that?? You felt a wetness roll down your cheek, his agonisingly slow circles around your clit was driving you insane. The sudden overwhelming amount of attention combined with how badly you wanted to cum for him brought you to a sobbing mess, begging him through broken cries to continue.
With the sight of your tears, Hisoka had to admit, he almost got a bit selfish. You seemed so miserable waiting for him to help you reach that pleasure you wanted so badly.
You violently arched your back as your orgasm hit you full force. You used your hands to wrap around his back to brace yourself. Hisoka didn't miss a single beat and continued to rub with each wave you passed until your body had stopped trembling.
You were such a pretty toy for him. Tears ran down as your body continued to shake every time he touched you. He kissed your tears until they had finally stopped. After a while though, you tried to snake your hand towards his pants but he stopped you immediately.
“I don't think you're ready yet.”
"Please? I can take it! I promise!!” you whined. So excited. Maybe he would actually come back another time.
As eager as you were, he knew you 100% could take all of him… but he saw the potential in you to wait. You were impatient and desperate to not be alone. He knew that if he made you wait, you'd be much more exciting to toy with. Maybe you’d shed more tears for him next time.
“Don't be too hasty, you'll have your chance another time.” He pressed a kiss against your forehead. You got butterflies in your stomach by how sweet he sounded.
“Oh.. and by the way~” Hisoka turned back towards you right as he reached the door. “ You think you could keep that little secret between us?”
You were still very hazy and lost in excitement from your last orgasm so you eagerly nodded yes. Of course! Why would you try and get the only person that’s given you attention in trouble?
After your confirmation, he closed the door behind him. It was only until after that did you realize he never told you any of the other names… not like you cared anyways.
“We can see you on the cameras you know." Machi said, leaning against a door with a tray of food. She’s been there for a while now.
"Great.” Hisoka smiled sweetly. He figured there would be. ”I’ll tell Chrollo I’ll give him a better show next time."
Imagine being the employee that would serve V every morning. He had become a regular at the shop you worked at. He came in daily, so it was easy to remember his order. You had to admit, he was very handsome. You had decided to make an effort to get to know him. You weren't sure what made you get to know him, the fact that he was regular, or the fact that you had a slight crush on him.
Apparently he was a photographer. You had spent many mornings listening to him talk about his photos and talking about his meanings with him. He spoke with such passion in his voice. This “small” crush that you had on him soon turned into something much bigger. It was a cliched dream; a coffee shop love story where the customer falls for the lovestruck barista, but you tried no to get your hopes up too high. It was hard to ignore after a certain point, but you truly tried not to care too much. However, there was some unconscious part of you that held on to this hope.
So when he came in with a new blonde woman in the morning, you had hoped it wasn't what you thought it was.
You would shamelessly attempt to eavesdrop on the conversation and honestly, that was such a shitty mistake on your part. Their conversations were much more lively than the conversations you had with him. You had thought that he was truly being genuine with you, but in reality those conversations were nothing but friendly talk. Nothing more. You stopped listening after a while. The conversations you guys would have in the morning slowly but noticeably became shorter. It was no longer the hour long conversations you previously had and instead had gone down to simple greetings. You wanted to initiate more, but he seemed so happy when he was with her. You didn't want to disturb them.
After finally giving in and realizing that the man you were once in love with didn't feel the same, you resorted to watching from a distance… but the way he talked with her, the way he looked at her… it was all too much. His eyes lit up with a type of joy that didn't happen when he was with you. It hurt to watch, and not even in a jealous way. You had even briefly thought about switching shifts. You ultimately decided against that but on days where you already felt bad and knew watching them flirt with each other would send you over the edge, you called in sick.
When you thought things couldn't get any worse, you realized the frequency at which they were coming was much less than before. It went from everyday, to every other day, to only Wednesday, until one day you realized that he wouldn't be back. You would stare at the door around the time he’d usually come in, hoping to see that familiar face, but you never did. Your heart yearned to hear his voice again, but you knew deep down that you wouldn't. You tried to get over this, you really did, but you would catch yourself thinking about him daily even when you weren't working.
You thought his last visit was the last time you'd see him but to your surprise, you were wrong. He came in alone a bit earlier than usual and he looked… exhausted. He had glasses on and didn't walk very fast, but you could tell he was tired. He didn't even have to say his order, you had remembered his order long ago and went immediately to make it. You wanted to ask where he went, if he would come back, if he was even doing ok, but he didn't seem open to conversation. You left him alone to his business and went about your day. The hard realization had hit you with the fact that you weren't even on that level with him. You didn't have a right to know, you were nothing but a barista to him.
He didn't come back after that. You weren't sure what happened or why he looked so tired and you knew you never would. You saw that woman on the news and that left you with even more questions.
You thought about quitting. There were other jobs lined up to you and you were thinking about moving to another place, but that same unconscious feeling that made you initiate conversation with him that first day you met him was the same one holding on to the dream that maybe, just maybe, he’d be back.
And when he was back, he’d be back for you. It was such a silly dream of yours.
