#she’s from tmj and has a huge crush on this high profile fighter named hisoka

[isaut]

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its so funny you say this. because like. this is such a chrollo x hisoka song. we gonna fight when i see you? that mean we gonna fuck. but its ok. im not writing that. megan drop your blog please. tw: reader reads acotar. chrollo x f!reader

send me a # and ill write a fic based on it!

"so you're seeing him?" your best friend, deidra, asks. she's standing over you where you sit at your work desk, trying desperately to hide your phone.

"i'm seeing him, but not like that," you say quickly.

"you're glowing," deidra says. she places her hands on your desk and gets into your space. "you haven't glowed like this in years. how many times did y'all fuck?"

"we didn't fuck!" you defend, albeit poorly. poorly because you've never been a good liar.

"i'm done talking," you had admitted, setting your martini glass on the table. there's one more sip of an espresso martini left in it. incense circles in the air, and your knee is touching kuroro's.

his eyebrows had raised in surprise, and he set his glass down as well. two sips left. "did i say something?"

you shook your head, leaning into his space "no, what you just said about liza was really hot. i'm going to kiss you now."

kuroro did not mention that he nailed liza's characterization from perusing your copy of notes from the underground. instead he gave you a lopsided, boyish smile and shamelessly flits his eyes from your own to your lips. it went straight to your core.

deidra snaps her fingers in your face. you jolt in your seat, brought back to reality. "what?" you snap.

"just admit you fucked! was it good?" deidra presses.

was it good? gods...

you had gripped onto your pillows like there was no tomorrow. your heel was squarely pressing into the middle of kuroro's back, one hand on your waist and the other pulling back your mound to reveal your pretty puffy clit.

kuroro's lips had barely left yours, his tongue sweeping through your slick. his arm applied pressure the best it can to your thigh, feeling it begin to close in against him. you had let out countless, shameless moans and they reach a crescendo as your hand tangles in his hair. you didn't know if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

your back had lifted off the bed when he removed his hand there, fingers joining his tongue. the coil winding up inside you tightened as his finger joined his tongue, as it swirled around your hole, already tight from how close you had been...

you cross your legs, remembering how it only took two of his fingers slighting through the tightness of your hole to make you cum instantly. how he shamelessly lapped everything up. how wet his face had been. how wet he made yours by lifting him up your body, fingers still moving slowly within you, to capture your lips in a deep, breathless kiss. how you had tasted on his tongue. how his tongue— you clear your throat and set your phone aside, face down. after all, the text that's begging your response is flirty in nature. i have ideas about tonight. he'd been typing when deidra had walked in.

"fuck off, deidra. i'm trying to grade," you say, picking your pen back up.

deidra laughs. "is he better than rhysand?"

"yeah," you admit, clicking your pen. "he's real."

#ask game #mailbox💌 #chrollo x reader #kuroro #i havent written smut in soooo long #also if you know deidra you know #she’s from tmj and has a huge crush on this high profile fighter named hisoka