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The next week had gone by quickly, with Hisoka only showing up at night to check in on Machi. He always made sure to ask how she was feeling and if she needed anything, despite her ordering him to not worry. They ate every dinner together due to Hisoka's persistence, but she always managed to kick him out before he got too comfortable and tried to stay the night. He didn't put up much of a fight, but that concerned Machi more so.
She still didn't like how appeasing he was acting. She worried that he was playing some sick trick on her. He had managed to convince her to keep and have this baby, despite not knowing if she would be raising it alone or not. She continuously stressed about how she would be as a mother and conjured up many unlikely scenarios that she may encounter, trying to prep herself for anything. In the end, she was hoping Hisoka would stick around after the baby was born, because she wasn't sure she would be able to handle everything alone. It was becoming a concern that Hisoka had planned all of this, to make her dependent on him, only to leave her and laugh as she scrambled to put the pieces of her life back together. It seemed cruel and unusual, but that was the definition of Hisoka.
Machi of course, didn't have time to ponder this too much, for it was the day of the Troupe's next meeting. She and the others, Hisoka included, had shown up at their newest hideout, sitting around the room and waiting for Chrollo. Her blood pressure was through the roof and all the members could feel it. They gave her concerned looks and glanced around, looking for a threat to her or each other. Pakunoda was making her way over to talk with Machi, when Chrollo appeared and began the meeting.
Everyone focused on the information he was sharing but Machi, considering she had given it to him. Her mind was elsewhere, rehearsing how she was going to let the troupe know about her predicament. The meeting seemed to be over quicker than she thought it would be, and Chrollo was dismissing everyone, stating the final meeting before the heist would take place next week after he settled on the finished plan and obtained some more information.
"Chrollo?" Machi called, causing everyone to look my way, "I have something I need to tell everybody."
Chrollo stared, probably trying to figure it out, "Alright then."
Machi stood from the crate she had been sitting on, fiddling with her fingers as she looked around the room.
"I just needed to tell you all that, I'm pregnant and planning on having and keeping it." Machi stated in one breath, keeping it as even as possible.
The room was silent, but not awkward or tense as she thought it'd be. It seemed like everyone was just soaking it in and thinking about how to react.
"Congratulations." Chrollo said, giving a small smile, "You'll make a wonderful mother."
She sighed, nodding thankfully at him before turning her gaze to the rest of her friends. Most were smiling as far as she could see, the rest just watched on, indifferent to it all. Hisoka was grinning like a fool and she cursed, hoping he would keep his mouth shut.
"When are you due?" Pakunoda inquired.
"7 months from now." Machi shrugged.
"Who is the father?" Kortopi asked.
Machi was shocked at first, not really expecting anyone to ask such a personal detail. She saw Hisoka out of the corner of her eye grinning pridefully. She needed to speak before he said anything crude or embarrassing.
"You guys don't know him. I barely do. It was a one night sort of deal." I shrugged, controlling my emotions and Nen, "That'll teach me to drink so much."
She wasn't completely lying. Her and Hisoka had conceived this child most likely on a night where he had convinced her to play a drinking game with him. One she would never play again. She glanced over to see his grin still in place, but it had fallen slightly and his eyebrows furrowed a bit, looking almost pained.
"Anyway, he's not in the picture." She shrugged.
No one asked anymore questions, thankfully. So Machi had hoped everything was settled and they would all go along as they always had, but things were never that easy.
"So, I suppose you'll be needing to take some time off." Chrollo stated, "We'll be able to handle this upcoming mission without you."
"No, I still want to work." Machi announced, "I'm not that far along, it won't be an issue."
"I don't think that's wise, Machi." Nobunaga added.
Machi turned and glared at him, "Why not?"
"This life growing inside you should take precedence. Even if you think it is safe for you to come, what's to say you will be able to commit your life fully, knowing that it's not just your life anymore?"
"What, you think I'll freeze up because I'm afraid of losing some unborn fetus?" She scoffed.
"Machi, don't act like you only think of it as an 'unborn fetus'. You chose to have and keep it, meaning it's more than that to you." Feitan stated.
Machi groaned, not liking how this situation was turning out.
"I think you aren't giving Machi enough credit. We need her skills to make this operation run smoothly." Hisoka said, causing all to look at him, "She is as stealthy as she is deadly, two of the qualities we need for this job. We shouldn't be so quick to boot her out."
"We also can't risk jeopardizing the mission or her welfare since, like you said, she is a valuable member of the troupe." Chrollo explained, raising a brow at Hisoka.
"What if I stayed with her the whole time? Made sure she was safe?" he asked, examining his nails lazily.
The room was quiet as everyone took in Hisoka's suggestion. None could say he wouldn't be able to pull it off, the issue was in his accountability and loyalty. Machi wasn't even sure it was a good idea. For all she knew, he could be wanting this opportunity to betray her, hand her over to the police and have her killed.
"Well, Machi, it is ultimately your choice. You can either hang back or you can come along but be Hisoka's partner. What would you like to do?" Chrollo declared, looking at her questioningly.
Machi thought it over. She didn't think she needed a baby sitter and she didn't want her keeper to be Hisoka. He could be up to something and that worried her. At the same time, she knew she could handle herself. She wasn't fragile like some troupe members were thinking she was. She could take care of Hisoka, she had multiple times already.
"Just let me know what my part in the plan is." She responded, eyes shining with determination.
"Alright, but do know that this will be your last mission until the child is born. By the time we plan anything else, you'll be too far along, no arguments. Understand?"
Machi nodded despite her disappointment. She knew Chrollo was right. The troupe usually pulled off one to two heists a year, more if they were small ventures or an opportunity arose. With nothing else in the works besides this current job, there wouldn't be much for anyone to do soon. After the decision was made, Machi and the others got up to leave. Machi began planning what she would need to do with the rest of the day when she was stopped but Pakunoda.
"So, when should we have the baby shower?" she asked, smirking playfully.
Machi shrugged, "I don't really think that's necessary."
"Oh, stop being so unenthusiastic! You're about to be a mom, we need to celebrate."
Machi chuckled slightly, "Well, how about we all just go out for dinner?"
Pakunoda rolled her eyes, "Fine. But I am still going to get you gifts."
Machi nodded and said her goodbyes, walking down the street to her new apartment. She felt him, just before he appeared beside her, but he had hidden himself well enough until then. She ignored his presence until he spoke, knowing the conversation that was about to begin.
"So, you don't know who the father is, huh? Were you just trying to trap me?" he joked.
"You know that I lied, and you know why." She stated.
Hisoka sighed, "Yes, but what I don't know is how you are going to keep the charade up."
Machi glared at him from her side view, "As long as you keep your mouth shut, it won't be that hard."
"Really?" he chuckled, "So when you bring the baby to see everyone and it comes running up to me screaming 'daddy', you don't think that'll give it away?"
Machi scoffed, "You're barely around the troupe anyway. I don't think it'll be a problem."
"That's when I was a rolling stone." Hisoka smirked, "I'm a family man now."
Machi rolled her eyes, "That's not even a sure thing yet. Quit being so optimistic."
Hisoka glanced down at her through his hooded eyes, trying to gauge her emotions. She was irritated of course, but there was more and it didn't all stem from the troupe's meeting. He followed a few steps behind her as they entered the apartment main doors, only getting close when Machi stopped outside the elevator door.
"Why are you coming with?" she asked, annoyed.
"We have to talk." Hisoka stated.
Machi groaned, shaking her head as she pressed the upwards arrow on the door frame. They rode up in silence to her apartment and when the two entered, Machi began busying herself with making lunch. Hisoka took a seat at the breakfast bar, watching her skillfully make her way around the tiny kitchen.
"Machi?" he said, grabbing her attention, "Do you want me in this child's life?"
Machi stopped her cooking and locked eyes with him. She knew her eyes held nervousness, especially when she noticed how calm Hisoka was. His eyes bored, as though he had simply asked what the weather was like. He didn't seem to have a desired answer, only wanting the truth.
"I don't know." She breathed out calmly.
"Then why are you keeping it?"
Machi sighed, looking away and focusing on her meal prep. Hisoka got up from his spot, lazily walking over to stand behind her, his arms stretched out onto the counter so that she was blocked somewhat on both sides.
"Machi, I know at the hospital I said I'd be there if you wanted to keep it, but I didn't want you to keep it unless you wanted to." He whispered seriously.
"I know and I do want this baby. There's just a lot of uncertainties." She mumbled back.
Hisoka took in a deep breath, calming himself, "Like me."
Machi didn't say or give any affirmation, making her answer just as clear, as she continued to chop vegetables.
"Have I really not done anything to prove to you I'm reliable?" Hisoka sighed, offense in his voice.
Machi inhaled deeply before answering, "I just have a hard time trusting you, Hisoka."
He chuckled, sardonically, "I stop you from aborting a child you say you want to keep, I move you into a nicer apartment, I support you at the meeting, I take care of you in every way that you allow, what more do you want?"
Machi stabbed the knife in her hand into the counter top, spinning around the glare at Hisoka. He didn't back up though, only giving her the space to turn and make eye contact with him.
"I want you to cut the caring, loving husband act." She demanded, "We both know that's not the type of person you are."
Hisoka's stare darkened as he rounded his back so he was at her eye level, "You don't know me like you think you do."
"I know you better than most."
"That's not hard to do when no one really knows me. Tell me what you think you know about me. What do you think my game is here?" he challenged.
Machi straightened herself, taking a breath, "You are selfish and malevolent. You have your goals in mind and that is all that matters, and you won't let anything or anyone get in your way. You're arrogant and sadistic. You get pleasure out of watching people struggle to keep up with you, you like having the upper hand. You get people's hopes up, leading them to a state of false security, and then you smash them into the dirt. It'd be one thing if you did that only in battle, but you're a condescending bastard who always feels like you're the best in the room."
Hisoka watched Machi's face extensively as she vented about the type of person he was. She was cold and strong most of the time, but her voice gave when she spoke of certain things. He noticed, as he always did, because Machi was right. He did like having the upper hand, but not always to cause pain.
Machi was fuming, breathing heavily in order to calm her nerves before she tried to fight him. Hisoka was staring at her, waiting for her to regain herself before he spoke, but his gaze only increased her agitation. She whipped around, focusing back on her chopping, berating herself for letting her emotions get out of hand. She blamed the pregnancy and increased stress she had been under due to it.
"Are you worried that I'm lying to you? That I'm leading you into a false sense of security in order to hurt you?" Hisoka asked, nuzzling her hair.
"I don't know what your plan is." Mach scoffed, scooping the veggies into her hot pan.
"You must have a theory. Otherwise you wouldn't be so unsure of me. Now tell me."
Machi sighed, "I think it's reasonable to assume you could be wanting me to have this child, plan for you to be around, only for you to leave and then I have to scramble to put my life together while managing a newborn."
Hisoka tensed, hating how heartless Machi thought he was. He could never see himself doing that, what would it gain him? Especially when it came to his own flesh and blood. Hisoka really did want to be part of his child's life. He wanted to be there to guide him through the harshness of the world, making sure he was strong enough to handle it, better than Hisoka had. Machi would be a great mother, also strong and confident, but she had a softer side that Hisoka lacked. He had no doubt their child would be a great person, in one way or another.
Hisoka chuckled, "So, you think that I would spend several months, being nice and pleasant to you, giving up my private home, and taking time away from my training, all to leave you, once you give birth to a child of mine, and stand back and laugh?"
Machi froze, watching the food she cut up cook in her pan. When he said it, it sounded dumb, but he was taking out all the important details, like that it was his sick mind they were working with here.
"So, tell me Machi." He whispered, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, "If that were true, what would be so bad about it for you? You still have your own apartment that you could make work until you found a bigger one. You have plenty of money to pay movers and afford child care when needed. You are resilient and tough enough to manage on your own, I mean, you've said so yourself you'd do this alone if I wasn't up to par. So, the question remains, what are you so scared about?" He asked, a condescending tone in his voice, "Wasting your time? No, I've been a great help when you've allowed me so it's no waste to have me around. The sudden change of plans? No, you have always been adaptable on troupe missions, and prepared. Is it me laughing at you and making you feel like a fool? Maybe, but you'd get over that soon enough with a baby to care for and, if anything, you'd be expecting it, making it not much of a shock. So, that leaves one thing." He moved closer, pressing his body to hers, "Are you afraid of me leaving you?"
Machi sighed, not responding to his long analysis. Everything he was saying made sense, he was tearing her theory apart, but that didn't help ease her fears. She just didn't need this extra stress in her life, not now and, definitely, not for the rest of her time on earth.
Hisoka nuzzled past her thick hair, deeper into it till he touched her neck, "I'm not going to leave, you know?"
"I don't care one way or another." She shrugged, pushing him off her shoulder.
Hisoka smiled, "Good, because I'm staying. So, you might as well get used to it."
Machi groaned, taking her finished dish and putting it on two plates. She stepped around Hisoka, avoiding his knowing face and went to sit in the private living room, opposite to the breakfast bar. She felt no malice or deception in his words, but he was a well-trained killer and fighter, he didn't give much away ever. He followed, picking up his plate and taking a seat next to Machi on the couch. She curled up into a ball on the one end, putting distance between them as they ate in silence.
She thought more about his words. In the end, she did fear him leaving, not because she was afraid to do this on her own, but because she preferred him there. He had been nice to have around these last few weeks, for the most part. He had comforted her, supported her, and helped her every step of the way, and he didn't ask for anything in response. He was right, she would miss him if he left her.
"So, what are the next steps we should take in getting ready for this?" Hisoka asked, "Aren't we supposed to be in those baby classes or something?"
Machi shrugged, "I guess, but I don't think it's necessary."
Hisoka moaned a little as he sat back, stomach full, "Well, I don't think it would hurt to get more experience and knowledge on baby care."
"Then you can take a class."
Hisoka rolled his eyes before launching himself at Machi, immediately pinning her to the couch. Her nen threads came out and gripped his neck and wrists, ready to slice and allow him to bleed out. Hisoka snickered at her reaction.
"Now, now, I'm not going to hurt you, but I just want to show how serious I am about doing this with you. We need to be prepared." He grinned.
"I don't want to take a class about babies."
"Come now, Machi. Think of it as studying the enemy."
"Enemy?" Machi scoffed.
Hisoka shook his head, feigning disapproval, "Children can be ruthless and unforgiving little demons, we need to learn as much as we can so we can handle anything they throw at us. Agreed?"
Machi looked away, knowing he was right. She nodded her head begrudgingly, thinking it might help calm her nerves if she knew more about how to be a mother. She didn't have a great real life example, so she wasn't really sure where to start.
"Good." Hisoka smiled sweetly, maintaining his position even after Machi's threads had disintegrated.
"You can get off me now. You got what you wanted." She spoke, meeting his eyes with a bored expression.
"Well, I'm thinking of something else I want now." Hisoka purred, licking his lips as he bent his head down and planted soft kissed on her neck.
"Hisoka." Machi growled, warningly.
"I love it when you say my name." Hisoka groaned into her skin, sending a shiver down her body.
Machi breathed out, enjoying the sensation, "Hisoka, knock it off."
"Say the word, Machi. If it's really what you want." He remarked snidely.
Machi continued to lay back on the couch, Hisoka still peppering kisses on her neck and collarbone, making her mind wander between using the safe word or not. They had instilled it long ago, when Machi was actually serious about not wanting him to touch her, but Hisoka thought it was part of the game they played, leading to a big fight. It helped put Machi at ease by allowing her to say what she wanted without explicitly speaking it. If she didn't stop him, he knew she gave her consent, but if she said 'red', he would stop immediately. It was time tested and proven.
Hisoka grew bold at her silence, his hands stroking down her body, teasing her flesh and creating goosebumps and shivers. He smirked against her skin, enjoying that she was putting up less of a fight this time. It was rare that Machi allowed him to have his way with such little resistance, and he took the opportunity to show her how good he could make her feel if she'd just let him.
He slowly undid her golden ribbon, letting the fabric fall off her sides, then proceeded to lift her midsection up a bit, so he could undo the black sash keeping her uwagi closed. She aided in lifting herself for him, exposing more of her neck so that he could continue his work as he undressed her.
Hisoka grinned joyfully at Machi's cooperation as he sensually moved the edges of fabric off her body. He didn't bother to lift up and look at her he had seen it so many times, but she had never been as submissive as this. He took the advantage to explore her fully, licking and biting around her bandeau and down her stomach. His hands trailed behind his mouth, pawing at her flesh and feeling every layer of fat and muscle that covered her body.
Machi was strong and toned but she was curvy in some areas, with a little fat to make her feel soft and huggable. Hisoka purred against the side of her stomach before biting at her hip bone. His hands had moved back up and hooked into her bandeau bra, ready to remove the clothing, but he stopped for a second. Both to provide her a moment to stop him so he didn't offend her, but also because the silence spoke volumes to him. She wanted this as much as he did, maybe even more given how she was behaving.
"Oh, Machi," he cooed, slipping her thin bra down under her breasts, "You've been so good today. Maybe I should reward you." He chuckled, as he worked his way up her body, taking her left nipple into his mouth.
Machi gasped a bit, but didn't let the act shake her. She sighed as he sucked on her nub, rolling it around with his tongue. Her hands reached down to her core, rubbing herself through her shorts and underwear. Hisoka pulled away, clicking his tongue at her with mock disapproval.
"You know all you have to do is ask." He spoke softly, eyes hooded with lust.
"Take me to the bedroom. This couch is too cramped." She ordered, her face passive.
Hisoka sighed, fake considering her request, "I've had you on many beds, but I like the idea of seeing you bent over a couch."
"First off, you've had me on two beds. Secondly, I don't care what you like, I'll stop this right now." She threatened.
"By all means, stop me when you'd like." Hisoka smirked mischievously.
He ignored her glare and went back to his previous activity, although he switched to the other nipple, while running his hand down to stroke her thigh. It teased Machi to have his hand running along where she wanted to be touched, but she refused to do anymore herself, as it would only serve to prove his point. She couldn't tell him to stop. She wanted this, almost needed it. She once again blamed it on the pregnancy, the hormones that plagued her body.
Hisoka eventually, glided his hand in between her legs, stroking her through her clothing. Machi's body tensed and relaxed depending on where and how hard her touched her, wanting to feel more and responding to even the littlest tingles. Luckily, Hisoka grew bored of the barriers and hooked both of his hands in the waist band of her shorts and underwear, taking them both off in a swift motion.
Machi shifted to sit up and close her legs, but Hisoka had promised her a reward, and that just wouldn't do. He removed his shirt stretching and flexing his muscles and little, knowing Machi loved the look of his body as much as she hated his personality. She couldn't help the way her eyes followed the movement of his body and how it made the wetness between her legs grow. Hisoka was sexy, it was a well-known fact, so she didn't bother trying to deny it.
"How many orgasms would you like to have this time?" he asked suddenly, running a single finger along her bare legs.
Machi raised an eyebrow, never expecting him to ask her that. Hisoka liked to play a game where he rolled dice and whatever number came up, that's how many orgasms he would give her. She shuddered at the memory of when the dice added up to twelve. He had split the ways up evenly that night. Three came from his fingers, three from his mouth, three from his cock, and three from a vibrator after he had lost control and cum before he could stop himself. While he usually went along with what the dice said, she remembered one night he rolled snake eyes, but in a blink the dice had turned over. Machi rolled her eyes, knowing he had used his Bungee Gum to move them. He had never let her choose whether she wanted that number or not, but she had agreed to play the game time and time again, never complaining.
"Six." She spoke clearly.
"Six? How did you come up with that number?" Hisoka inquired as he slipped off her leg warmers.
"That's the month our baby will be born in." she shrugged.
Hisoka grinned, "Well, this kid is turning out to be useful already."
In a flash, Hisoka had Machi fully laying down and sprawled out on her back on the couch, her legs wrapped around Hisoka's head as he ravaged her pussy. His tongue licking around frantically, just getting her warmed up. Machi moaned loudly initially, before getting a hold of herself and muffling her noises. Hisoka groaned into her wet folds, never tiring of her taste, slightly musky and sort of bitter, but it didn't deter him. She took care of herself and her fluids barely had a taste to them. He just loved how wet he could get her, how loose she would be once he was finished with her. Machi was huffing, trying to control her clouded mind, only making Hisoka do more. He reached up and tweaked her nipples, increasing her sensitively, as he licked with more of a purpose, finding all the right spots. She took a while to cum, she always did the first time, but Hisoka knew her nerves were more heightened now, he'd be gentler and she'd cum so much faster for him.
He pressed her legs up, bending them into her so he could get deeper into her hole. She loved feeling him poke and twist inside of her, her eyes rolling back as she let a groan slip. Hisoka growled back, the vibrations causing another moan to slide by, Mahi clamped a hand over her mouth to silence herself as she came again.
If there was one thing Machi did in bed that annoyed him, it was covering her noises. They spurred him on and gave him strong rushes of adrenaline to hear how good she was feeling. He had never been able to convince her to let it go, but that only made him work harder to drive to the point where she didn't have a choice. He ripped her hand away and looked at her with an unamused glare.
"If you're want to cover those beautiful noises, then I'll help you." He grinned evilly, as he removed his pants.
He picked and spun Machi around, rolling so that he was on the bottom, her face towards his groin while her pussy was above his face. He smiled, loving it anytime she was on top of him, he liked controlling her even from a less dominant position. His hand found her head and urged her lower, towards his erection, groaning loudly when she easily opened her mouth and engulfed him.
"God, yes, Machi. Fuck that's good." He chanted breathlessly.
Machi rolled her eyes but continued to bob her head up and down on his shaft. Her and Hisoka had different ways of expressing their pleasure. She was quite conservative in it, while Hisoka was wild and frantic about how good she made him feel. It almost embarrassed her how uncontrollably he groaned and moaned, but it was also gratifying. She screamed onto his cock when she felt his fingers enter her, his tongue sneaking in just under them to play with her clit. She knew how much Hisoka loved to tongue and nip at her sensitive flesh, he never missed an opportunity.
"That's it, Machi. Fuck you're so wet." He sighed, biting at her bundle while his free hand reached to twist her nipple.
She groaned with her mouth full of him, trying to maintain a rhythm of her own, but it was incredibly difficult to pull off when she was so close to coming undone again.
"Oh, that's it." He moaned into her flesh, "Don't stop till you cum for me."
A few more deep stroked of his fingers and some flicking with his tongue had Machi's back arching and his cock falling from her lips as she held back a groan behind her lips. Her body was tensing and untensing as it tried to hold her up, but ultimately wanted to collapse onto Hisoka. While she caught her breath, Hisoka was rubbing her behind soothingly, smirking as he regained control of his own private, knowing there was still work to be done.
He slid up underneath her to be sitting, positioning his hips under her hole. He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Machi's waist, bringing her back to his chest. His other hand supported his erection and pointed it to her entrance.
"Relax now, Machi, I've got you." He whispered into her shoulder.
Her knees relaxed as she squatted down onto him. His dick slid in with little resistance, her pussy already so wet and loosened. Hisoka sighed, chuckling gleefully as he became fully sheathed inside her. Once she had a moment to adjust, he gripped her hips and moved her in a circular pattern on him.
"How's that feel, Machi?" he asked huskily.
She sighed and nodded her head, starting to move herself in a way that felt just right. She found the correct amount of pressure and speed she needed to push herself over the edge again. Hisoka angled his hips in a way that gave her more pressure and hit that certain spot inside her. Machi's head rolled back, eyes closing as she focused on the bliss she felt building up. Hisoka's hands found her breasts, massaging them and lightly running his fingers over her delicate nubs. It gave Machi that little push she needed and within a few more movements of her hips she was exploding on him.
Her body weakened and she slumped over, her abs felt like they were on fire from all the contracting and she was becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen. Hisoka guided her to bounce up and down on his dick as she recovered, her legs now feeling the strain. He groaned sorrowfully as he moved her off of him, feeling her body becoming weak and nimble.
"I guess someone needs a little break, huh?" he smirked teasingly at her as he positioned her to sit on the couch, her legs planted on the ground.
He once again moved his face in between her legs, lapping at the extra juices that flowed from her. Machi's head rolled back onto the couch cushions, a sigh falling out as she enjoyed the soft strokes of his tongue. Slowly, the soothing licks began to cause a tightness in her core and an electric shock to go through her as her body was ready for another orgasm. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him in closer. He growled happily at the roughness and wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling her to him as he shoved his tongue into the depths of her. Machi's control was weakened by her exhaustion as she allowed a steady stream of moans and whimpers to pass her lips. Hisoka grinned, his cock growing hard just thinking about her screaming for him.
"I'm gonna cum." She panted.
Hisoka smirked, making eye contact and winking at her as he licked at her in just the right way to send her spiraling. Her body tightened, especially her legs around his head, and was fluids coated his mouth and chin. Once she had relaxed, Hisoka rose, smirking tauntingly at her panting and limp form.
"One more to go, darling." He winked.
Machi whined, "You don't go light, even on a pregnant lady, huh?"
"Oh, you want light?" he smiled evilly, grabbing her and flipping her around, bending over the arm of the couch, knees on the cushion and arms propped on the arm, "In my experience you always want it hard." He growled in her ear.
He shoved himself into her, catching her neck with his hand when her head snapped back with a gasp. Hisoka wasted no time thrusting in and out of her, it had been so long since he had wrecked her completely and he missed the look of her weakened form as she would lie underneath him.
His grip on her neck tightened and his other hand grabbed the waist, digging into the skin in order to bring her the bit of pain she liked. Her breathing was shallow and fast, tiny mewls coming from her mouth, but Hisoka wanted more. He switched his hand to be in her hair, pulling her neck back farther and pressing himself over her body more, but continuing to slam into her.
"I want to hear you scream my name, Machi." He ordered.
Machi whined but ultimately stayed quiet. Hisoka groaned at the feeling of her clenching around him, she was close, and his sadistic words were pushing her to the end.
"Moan my name, Machi, and I'll reward you with the best fucking of your life." He groaned, reaching the hand on her waist around to tease her clit.
"Oh, fuck, Hisoka." She gasped.
"Yes, just like that, Machi. God, do it again." He begged, close to losing it himself.
"Fulfill your promise and I'll do what you say." She snapped back.
Hisoka huffed, annoyed, but grabbed her arms and spun her around, pressing her hips down into the couch as he relentlessly pounded her pussy. Machi couldn't help to contain the screams and moans that escaped her mouth. Hisoka was a skilled seducer and a high-quality lover. He knew just where to slam into her to send Machi into another orgasm, chanting his name and raking her nails down his arms.
Hisoka groaned excessively at the feeling of his blood being drawn. He watched Machi's head throw back, her face contorting into pure bliss as she came, and he couldn't help but to follow suit while her back was still arched.
The two, staying connected, began to catch their breath. Machi was panting like a dog, while Hisoka sat back on his heels, breathing deeply in order to regain his senses. Machi's smell, taste, and touch were all he thought about at the moment and the world around them didn't exist. "Fuck." Machi grumbled, looking down at the couch after she sat up, "This couch is all gross now."
Hisoka laughed weakly, looking at the stains of fluids and sweat that had gotten on multiple areas and cushions of the couch.
"Don't worry, the covers come off." Hisoka sighed, stretching out, "I'll wash them tonight."
"Tonight?" Machi raised an eyebrow, looking to see it wasn't past two in the afternoon, "Why would you wait till night time?"
"Because we need a nap after all that work." He smiled, snatching Machi up and carrying her to the bedroom, leaving their clothes forgotten.
"Hisoka, put me down." Machi ordered, kicking her legs.
"As you wish." He said, moving his arms out from underneath her and letting her flop onto the bed.
She bounced a bit, shocked at first, before stilling herself and then glaring at Hisoka as he slid into bed next to her.
"Ass." She stated, before turning over and curling up away from him.
She should've known it wasn't going to work, staying away from him. He lightly touched her back and began to rub it, causing the muscles in her shoulders and along her spine to give. She felt him shift closer before grabbing her upper arm gently and pulling her to turn and look at him.
"Be honest," he said seriously, making Machi anxious, "wasn't it nice to scream aloud? Didn't it feel good to let all the emotions and ecstasy out?" he smirked naughtily.
Machi rolled her eyes, feeling stupid for thinking he would try to have a serious talk right now. She once again rolled away, closing her eyes, knowing he was right about needing to rest. He shifted closer, covering her body with the blanket that had been pulled down and slinging his arm over her midsection.
Machi sighed and allowed her body to give in to his warmth and comfort. This was what Machi was scared of losing. This person in her life that could make her feel so good. Not just sexually, but personally. He helped remind her of how strong she was, and pushed her to be proactive even when she was nervous of it. Hisoka really did admire her, and was surely happy to have her mother his child. With her mind a bit more at ease, Machi drifted into sleep, planning on giving him a chance when she awoke.