The Clown's Plaything (HisokaxReader Smut)♠️

Make the pain go away

This chapter is a little short and ends on a little clifffhanger. So Ill be posting the next part today. I really hope you guys are enjoying all the fucked up things in my mind. Please feel free to leave me feedback!

Leorio is waiting in my room when I finally make my way down, and I know how I must look. Bruises snake across a majority of my body, and there are tears running down my face. I can tell he wants to be angry with me, but the way I look at this moment makes him pause. “What did that monster do to you?!” he shouts. “Are you okay?” Without even waiting for me to respond he continues “How could you leave with him?” He spits the last word like a curse. I stare at him and I can't even find the energy to be angry at him. First he ignores my existence and now he wants to be mad at me, after the pain I have endured this morning, I just don't want to hear it. “We are over.” is all I say before I walk out of my own room and wander down the hallway. He doesn't call after me, or follow, and I am grateful because I just can’t handle it right now. I wander for a while, feeling the loss. I feel empty, and when I run face first into Illumi, I am shocked, but also relieved that it is him. I collapse into him and he holds me for a moment. He seems so unsure and a laugh bubbles up through the pain. His eyes are back to their normal dead stare, but I also know how they light up with emotion and right now that's what I need. I need to feel valued to escape the overwhelming emptiness left by Hisoka’s rejection. Illumi seems even more uncertain when I lace my hands behind his neck and pull his lips to mine. He doesn't respond at first, but when I bite down on his lip his self control shatters and he lifts me up, his hands firmly on my ass. I wrap my legs around him and allow him to carry me away. I kiss him deeply, with all of my frustration and loneliness and pain that I have felt over the span of the morning being directed into this uncontrollable wanting. I need to feel whole and wanted, even for a second, and I revel in his insistent kisses. His tongue snakes along mine in a way that makes my toes curl. I can already feel my body responding to him, even as sore as I am. I don't feel any emotional attachments to Illumi, and honestly I just want to lose myself in him. He smells like mint, cool and icy, which matches his personality very well, in my opinion. I have no idea where he is carrying me, but his hands knead my ass as he walks with me in his arms and my body trembles. I hear a door open and close, and then I am back on my own two feet. He continues to kiss me and I run my hands up his chest, under his shirt. His chest is smooth and firm and at the touch of my hands his breath comes out in a hiss. I pull his shirt over his head, desperate for more. I hear a loud tearing noise, and look down to find my own clothes in tatters on the floor. He doesn't tease and play with me like Hisoka and in this moment I am grateful as he steps out of his pants and they fall alongside my clothes. His hands are rough, and when he turns me around and bends me over, I am more than ready. He slams into me with a force that pushes me onto my toes and I cry out. For the first time since we got to wherever he took me, I can see the room, and what I see almost stops me dead in my tracks. We aren't in Illumi’s room. We are back in Hisokas, and Hisoka is there. 

Leorio is waiting in my room when I finally make my way down, and I know how I must look.

Bruises snake across a majority of my body, and there are tears running down my face. I can tell he wants to be angry with me, but the way I look at this moment makes him pause.

“What did that monster do to you?!” he shouts. “Are you okay?”

Without even waiting for me to respond he continues “How could you leave with him?”

He spits the last word like a curse. I stare at him and I can't even find the energy to be angry at him.

First he ignores my existence and now he wants to be mad at me, after the pain I have endured this morning, I just don't want to hear it.

“We are over.” is all I say before I walk out of my own room and wander down the hallway. He doesn't call after me, or follow, and I am grateful because I just can’t handle it right now.

I wander for a while, feeling the loss. I feel empty, and when I run face first into Illumi, I am shocked, but also relieved that it is him.

I collapse into him and he holds me for a moment. He seems so unsure and a laugh bubbles up through the pain. His eyes are back to their normal dead stare, but I also know how they light up with emotion and right now that's what I need.

I need to feel valued to escape the overwhelming emptiness left by Hisoka’s rejection. Illumi seems even more uncertain when I lace my hands behind his neck and pull his lips to mine.

He doesn't respond at first, but when I bite down on his lip his self control shatters and he lifts me up, his hands firmly on my ass.

I wrap my legs around him and allow him to carry me away. I kiss him deeply, with all of my frustration and loneliness and pain that I have felt over the span of the morning being directed into this uncontrollable wanting. I need to feel whole and wanted, even for a second, and I revel in his insistent kisses.

His tongue snakes along mine in a way that makes my toes curl. I can already feel my body responding to him, even as sore as I am.

I don't feel any emotional attachments to Illumi, and honestly I just want to lose myself in him. He smells like mint, cool and icy, which matches his personality very well, in my opinion.

I have no idea where he is carrying me, but his hands knead my ass as he walks with me in his arms and my body trembles. I hear a door open and close, and then I am back on my own two feet.

He continues to kiss me and I run my hands up his chest, under his shirt. His chest is smooth and firm and at the touch of my hands his breath comes out in a hiss. I pull his shirt over his head, desperate for more.

I hear a loud tearing noise, and look down to find my own clothes in tatters on the floor. He doesn't tease and play with me like Hisoka and in this moment I am grateful as he steps out of his pants and they fall alongside my clothes. His hands are rough, and when he turns me around and bends me over, I am more than ready.

He slams into me with a force that pushes me onto my toes and I cry out. For the first time since we got to wherever he took me, I can see the room, and what I see almost stops me dead in my tracks.

We aren't in Illumi’s room. We are back in Hisokas, and Hisoka is there. 

I hope you guys are ready for this next chapter because its a little screwed yp. I really hope you guys are enjoying this story because I have had so much fun writing it. Please leave me a comment or a vote. It means the absolute world to me.