Magicians Pet (🔞Hisoka Smut🔞)

Beach Side Cottage

Hisoka

Hisoka hummed softly to himself as he got dressed in the fitting room of the boutique. Him and Kinta were getting ready to go on their first real outing since starting their vacation. They'd arrived at the beach-side resort in Jappon late last night. They'd enjoyed the evening being lulled to sleep by the sound of the crashing waves on the golden sand beaches. They'd decided not to go with a typical hotel, instead they'd rented a small cottage right next to the shore. The light wood cabin had a small porch overlooking the beach, with massive french doors that lead into an open-concept style house. A small kitchen to the left of them, a living room with a bench in the window to the right, a bathroom with a waterfall shower, a detached soaking tub and even a small, private sauna. Not to mention the small staircase that leads to the massive bedroom with a king size canopy bed, its own patio and large mirror facing the bed. The whole cabin was decorated in an odd combination between rustic cabin and corny beach-side lifestyle. Even Kinta had cringed at the sign next to the front door that read, "Life's a Beach". Aside from it's corny decor, it was a beautiful, secluded little cabin.

Kinta had never seen sand beaches before. Apparently she'd thought all beaches were like the rocky coast of her home. Hisoka had enjoyed watching her explore the beach, her eyes sparkling with delight as she kicked up the soft sand and enjoyed the warm water. Nothing like the ice cold, harsh and jagged beaches from her old home.

The magician smiled as he pulled on the new short's he'd just bought, turning slightly in the full-length mirror to admire himself. What luck, to find a pair of mostly black shorts with white and gold card suits running down the sides of his legs. The shorts stopped just above his knee, showing off his toned calves and hugged his butt perfectly, they even hung just low enough to show off his muscular V-cut just below his abs. He shrugged on a white, short sleeved, button down. Leaving it unbuttoned as he bent and slipped into his new black leather sandals, with straps criss-crossing his feet. Hisoka chuckled at himself in the mirror, he looked like a tourist. A well-dressed tourist, but a tourist nonetheless.

"Hmm~" He leaned towards the mirror, running a hand through his thick red hair. What should he do with it? Put it in his usual up-do? Slick it back? Leave it as-is and wear it down?

He shrugged as he turned away from the mirror, he'd wear it down. It would probably get messed up at the beach later anyways, and sometimes it was good to give his hair a break from the products he used to keep it up. He slipped a pair of round, wire-rimmed sunglasses over his head before leaving the room.

Hisoka frowned as he stepped out of the dressing room, he's taken quite a while to get ready. He'd been expecting to see Kinta waiting for him impatiently outside the dressing rooms. He cocked an eyebrow as he walked towards the door next to his, knocking lightly.

"Kinta~?" He called to her quietly. "Everything alright in there~?"

"Yes!" Kinta called back. "I'll be out in a minute!"

An amused smile pulled the corners of the magician's lips as he heard her cuss under her breath. "Do you need help~?"

"No!" Kinta snapped. "I can do this! I'll be out in a minute!"

Hisoka raised his hands in mock surrender, even though she couldn't see him. "Alright, I'll be waiting~" He shrugged before walking away from the door.

He began aimlessly strolling around the small, beach-side boutique. He eyeballed the women's swimwear. What kind of swimsuit had Kinta picked? He smiled mischievously as he wrapped one of the string, micro bikinis around his finger. He imagined Kinta strutting down the beach in such a scandalous outfit, with her looks she'd probably get a lot of attention. That would be fine, fun even, letting everybody stare in awe of his beautiful pet  but knowing that she was his and only his. Besides, Kinta getting that much attention might just give him an excuse to fight somebody, not that he really needed one.