Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!
drunk!kurapika x fem!reader
CW: smut with slight plot, established friendship, vaginal sex (unprotected), finger in p, oral stimulation (f!receiving), dirty talk, kissing, explicit content.
A/N: I had so much fun writing (has a little jealous kurapika included in this)
The rich smell of wine flowed through the air, lush with the scent of ripe fruits. You could feel the boredom claw at your patience with each passing minute as you sat across from the bearded man whose voice droned on ceaselessly about a topic you had long since lost interest in.
You had taken this assignment to assist a client in retrieving a collection of rare relics that had disappeared before reaching their buyer, slipping into the hidden current of the black market. The man seated before you wasn't the architect of the operation, simply just a knot in the thread. All you needed to do was to get this man to spill his employer's residence and then you can leave.
"I had told him it was only a matter of time because no-one, till date, has bested me at it and what do you know, he lost."
You blinked at him masking your annoyance, letting out a forced laugh, "I must see you play one day, sir."
"I would happily have that arranged, Miss Y/L/N." He winked.
The grating sound of your ringtone tore through the conversation, you glanced at your phone and then back at the man sat before you. You immediately silenced the phone, shoving it into your bag, giving the man a gentle smile.
"You see I am quite interested in the game, perhaps you could teach me." You lowered your voice, looking at him with a softness you did not feel.
The man's expression shifted as did his body, he cleared his throat, "Teach you?" He pleasantly repeated.
You let out a small laugh, looking down for a moment before catching his gaze again, "That is, if you're willing. Though I must warn you, sir, I am a slow learner." You deliberately leaned forward on the table, smiling.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes dropped briefly to your cleavage. The dress you wore was a shade of deep burgundy, like crushed roses in the very wine you had been drinking tonight. It fell gracefully over your figure, almost architectural in its precision as its deep hue lent warmth to your skin. Its neckline dropped lower than what you are usually accustomed to, diffused only by the drape of the long material.
You rested your elbow against the table and tilted your head, allowing your fingers to brush lightly against the stem of your glass, the wine inside rippled lightly.
His gaze lingered longer.
"I may require a patient teacher." You quietly said.
His chest expanded at once as he returned to lock eyes with you, "I think I can manage that."
Before you could answer him, your phone vibrated in your bag. It continued to do so a few times as you tried your best to ignore it.
"You should take that, it could be important."
You awkwardly smiled at the man, "I do apologise." You stood up, pushing back your chair, "I'll be right back."
Making your way to the women's restroom, you pulled out your phone and stared at the caller ID.
You blinked once and then again in disbelief, your fingers tightened around your phone until the edges pressed crescent shapes into your palm and your jaw clenched from irritation. Kurapika Kurta, one of your greatest friends who you had met during the hunter's exam, you had never intended to care for him as deeply as you do but somehow you found yourself treasuring him and his presence — perhaps a little too much.
But as of late he had done nothing but break your heart. It has been over 8 months and not a single word from him, no calls or messages, not even the brief, absent-minded replies he used to send at impossibly late hours of the night.
And you wanted to understand, at first you excused it because you knew he was busy and working, that he is committed to something of utmost importance yet you couldn't help but want him to see you as someone important too, someone worth remembering even in the hard times.
You thought for a split second to ignore his call but the desperate part of you answered before the thought could fully register.
You waited for his voice to drift through the phone, the same mellow tone you so dearly missed, "Hello? Is this Y/N?"
Confusion flooded over you, "Who are you? Why do you have this phone, is the owner of it with you?" You rushed out.
"I'm guessing you are Y/N." The unfamiliar man said, "I'm Jack, I work at the 'Crown & Cinder' Bar, Your friend here is absolutely wasted and I'm talking on the brink of passing out, man."
You rolled your eyes, "He's drunk."
"Yes, um, he was mumbling your name over and over so I called you because we need to close and he's like the last person here." Jack awkwardly explained, "If you could quickly come and get him that would be great."
You sighed, glancing in the mirror at your exhausted reflection. The dark crimson coloured lipstick you wore had faded into a blush red and your hair had lost most of its volume.
"Hello?" Jack's voice called through the phone.
"Right." You pressed your lips together, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
The assignment would just have to be put on hold for tonight. fantastic.
Relief instantly washed over Jack's voice, "Thank you. Seriously. I think he'll be alright...he's just—" Jack shuffled, turning to the blonde haired man who rested against the bar, "Not having a great night."
You thanked Jack and then ended the call, turning to the mirror you gave yourself one last glance before rushing out the washroom. After bidding goodbye to the man you were at dinner with and profusely apologising you got in your car and raced to the bar.
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Warm amber light spilled through the tall windows of the bar as you stood outside, watching the way the light of the bar sign flickered. The door opened with a chime as you sauntered inside, your eyes skipping across the alcohol diffused room, frantically searching for the golden blonde hair of your friend.
You turned and looked to who you assumed was Jack. He was stood behind the counter, wiping it down with a tiny white cloth and that's when you spotted him. Kurapika.
He was sat to the end of the bar counter, a small cup of what appeared to be whisky placed before him still half-full as his head tilted downward.
You nodded your head to Jack as you walked toward Kurapika, the length of your burgundy dress trailing gently behind you.
"Oh thank god." You heard Jack mutter.
Your stomach uncomfortably coiled as you came to a stop beside Kurapika who hadn't noticed your presence, you then placed your hand in-front of him and leaned your head forward to try and get a look at his face but his hair was obstructing that.
"Kurapika." You whispered.
He instantly snapped his head upward and toward the sound of your delicate voice, he faintly breathed out as his strikingly elegant eyes fell upon you.
He said nothing and you gulped before speaking, "Come on." You grabbed his arm, trying to carefully get him to stand up, "We need to go, the bar is closing."
Kurapika blinked and leaned into your touch, "I'm sorry..." He slurred, "Didn't mean to disturb you." He clung to you tightly, fingers soft against the warm flesh of your arm.
You shivered and tried your hardest to ignore the sensation of his touch.
Jack came to help you when he noticed you were struggling with Kurapika, he assisted you with getting him out of the bar and seating Kurapika comfortably into your car.
"Thank you." You smiled at Jack.
"No problem. And thanks for coming to get him, I was worried I'd have to call the police."
You shook your head, "I'm glad you didn't."
You waved goodbye to Jack and then sat down in the drivers seat of the car. Instinctively you turned and glanced at Kurapika who, in the time you were speaking with Jack, had unbuckled his seatbelt.
With a sigh you reached over the console and Kurapika, stretching for the belt but before your fingers could close around it, a hand wrapped gently around your wrist.
Startled you sit back in your seat, Kurapika's head lifted and his deep eyes lock on your figure. You noticed how crestfallen they appeared, laced with shards of despair, his golden irises smothered by alcohol and exhaustion. Your heart ached at the sight.
"I...Y/N.." He mumbled, "Fuck, you're perfect."
Your mouth parted and you felt your chest tighten. You pulled your wrist out of his grasp and hastily grabbed the belt, buckling Kurapika in before doing so yourself.
"Where's your apartment?" You asked.
Kurapika refused to answer. He didn't want to be alone tonight and having seen you after so long, he couldn't bear leaving your side certainly not now.
"Kurapika." You snapped, "Tell me where your apartment is?"
"Can't." He drunkenly said, "I forgot."
You scoffed in astonishment, "You forgot? are you serious?"
He nodded, leaning his head back against the car seat with a half-lidded stare.
You frustratedly exhaled and then started the car, you'll have to take him back to your place.
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Begrudgingly you supported Kurapika up the stairs to your apartment, the building where you lived was enveloped in a tranquil silence and you silently prayed Kurapika would remain quiet. The task proved itself quite difficult as he kept tripping over his feet, almost taking you both down a few times.
His weight leaned heavily against your body, one hand loosely gripped your waist while the other dangled by his side. You could feel his chest rise and fall when he mumbled something under his breath, every so often.
You reach your apartment door, stopping for a moment to catch your breath. As you tried to lean Kurapika against the wall so you could grab your keys, he simply tightened his hold on your waist and stubbornly refused to let go of you.
Instead, he leaned further into your side. His head placed itself on your shoulder, you froze; his warmth seeped through the fabric of your clothing and his hair brushed your cheek when he shifted closer.
"Hmm." He mumbled, "You smell good...like it." He inched even closer.
Coughing awkwardly, you shook your head, "Kurapika."
"You need to let go." You whispered, your stomach fluttered from the sensation of him being so close to you.
"No." His answer came immediately.
"No?" You repeated, "You're making things difficult, Kurapika, I need to get the—"
The sound of a door unlocking behind you caught your attention, leaving your sentence half-finished, you turned to catch a glimpse of your neighbour.
The man offered you a friendly smile, one you both had exchanged countless amounts of times in this very long corridor. He held stacks of papers in his hands and a brown leather bag was draped over his left shoulder.
Tonight, however, his gaze lingered on your body a little longer than usual. It was probably because he had never seen you in such a fancy get-up before, you aren't one to dress in such striking gowns, ones that alluringly swathe your figure in liquid velvet while also remaining gentle.
The dress had been chosen by your friend, another hunter, it was a gown that lingered somewhere between refinement and temptation. Just what you had needed to get the assignment completed.
Yet for a fleeting moment you wished you hadn't listened to your friend and had chosen something less striking, because the attention in your neighbour's eyes was impossible to miss and Kurapika had noticed this too.
"Looks like someone's had a rough night." Your neighbour lightly chuckled.
You felt Kurapika lift his head from your shoulder, trying his hardest to not sway.
You sighed, smiling softly, "That's one way to put it."
"Do you need any help?" The man instantly stepped toward you, "I can get the door for you."
"No need." Kurapika snappily said.
The neighbour blinked his gaze to Kurapika, he frowned and shuffled back trying to get a better look at the blonde haired man leaning at your side, "Hi, I'm David Y/N's neighbour. I don't think we've ever met." David outstretched his hand toward Kurapika however his gaze lingered on you.
"Why are you looking at her like that?" Kurapika completely ignored David.
You turned to your friend, bewildered at his sudden harsh tone.
"Excuse me?" David scowled.
"You keep looking at her."
"Kurapika." You firmly whisper into his side, squeezing his arm to shut him up.
"And smiling...it's annoying."
"I apologise. I was just being friendly."
That short explanation seemed to satisfy your drunken friend for a second before he scoffed, "No." Kurapika messily pulled you into his side, stumbling slightly from the alcohol in his body, "She doesn't need you...she has me."
You slammed the palm of your hand over his mouth as you send David an apologetic, awkward smile, "He's drunk." You rush out, "I am really—"
"Don't sweat it." David gave you a thin-lipped smile, "I'll see you around." He then turned and left down the corridor.
You pulled back your hand and turned to your door, shoving the key into the lock and pushing the door open before stumbling in with Kurapika at your side.
"Didn't like him looking at you." Kurapika quietly muttered under his breath.
With much difficulty you get him into your living room and onto the sofa, he groans and leans back throwing his tuxedo jacket onto the headrest. You exhale and rub your shoulder, feeling a knot begin to form at the base of your neck.
You turn to leave so you can change but Kurapika, ever quick and sharp, grabs you by the wrist and, even in his inebriated state, manages to pull you into his lap. You embarrassingly squeal and try to get off but he wraps his arms around your waist, holding your warm body to his.
"You're so sweet. So kind to me, I—" He rests his head on your shoulder,
"Kurapika, I need to change so let go of me." You demand however your voice came out as a light flutter, something fragile and not at all commanding.
You cup his cheeks and pull him back so you can look him in his eyes, "What you did out there was rude, you cannot talk to my neighbour that way."
Kurapika's expression soured, appearing deeply offended that you would scold him for that, "I wasn't rude."
"You called him annoying." You rolled your eyes.
"He was annoying, what kind of name is David anyway?" Kurapika jeered.
"He was being polite, he always is Kurapika and you can't—"
"He was being more than polite." Your friend snapped, "Why are you sticking up for him?"
A sigh of defeat escaped your lips, you give up. There is no point in trying to get through to him especially when he is drunk.
Your mind then raced back to what Kurapika had said to your neighbour, 'she doesn't need you...she has me', you wanted to yell at him, to shake him from his drunken haze and tell him how wrong he was, that you don't have him because he is never here. Always absent, always leaving without so much as a word.
Kurapika existed in your life the way a distant star does in the night sky, consumed by the chasm of darkness that surrounds it, so enchanting yet so alone. So impossibly far away that no matter how much you longed for him to see you, he doesn't.
A stinging, bitter ache settled into your chest.
You try once again to slip from his grasp but he tightens his hold.
"I'm tired, let me go so I can get ready for bed." You sigh.
"I'm sorry." He brokenly whispers, he searches your face for something he doesn't quite know yet only that he wants you to hold him, "You look so beautiful..."
You look away, your heartbeat a loud, ceaseless echo in your ear.
"In this dress." His right hand moves from your waist and to the strap of your gown toying with it.
"Where were you tonight? seems like you were busy." He slurs, "You didn't answer my call the first few times I tried."
"I was doing something." You replied.
He tilted his head, his eyes scanned your figure, lingering slightly longer on the exposed flesh of your cleavage before quickly darting away, "Doing what?"
"You don't get to ask me a million questions." You fiercely retorted.
Then, you harshly pushed back his hands and stood up from his lap. He frowned, looking up at you as you bit your lip to hold back your hurt and anger from exploding.
"Not when you haven't responded to any of my calls for months. You left without a single word or notice Kurapika." You raised your hands up in the air, displaying your frustration clearly to him, "I was so worried."
Kurapika's frown slowly faded.
You laughed bitterly, "Worried?" The word cracked apart as it left your mouth, "No. That's not the right word."
It was loneliness and fear, it had etched a comfortable place into your heart. The months you had heard nothing from him, not even an utterance of his well-being, were excruciatingly difficult to bear, you feared for him.
"Do you know how it feels to call someone and not hear back for weeks and weeks?" Your voice dipped low, "You left without telling me and I know, Kurapika, I know what it is your heart is devoted to, I would never ask you to give it up but—"
You wrapped your arms around yourself, shakily breathing out, "I just wanted to know if you were okay."
"I know, angel, I—" His voice was a faint breeze, a whisper that barely reached your ears. He reached forward and grabbed your wrists pulling you closer to him before wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your stomach, "I am so sorry, fuck, I—" He squeezed your hips, "I did it to keep you safe, I have to keep you safe."
You stood frozen, arms beside you and your eyes wide in a mix of surprise and heartache, his voice was shaking.
"Everything is falling apart, Y/N. It all—" His voice cracked, "I'm so tired, I want it to stop, please."
You reached your hands up and placed them gently into his hair, soothing him as he held onto you.
"I need you...forgive me please." He muffled.
You swallowed, feeling your heart clench at the sound of his voice so shattered. When you felt something wet drip onto your dress, you immediately reached down, resting on your knees before him as you cupped his cheeks, wiping away his tears with your thumb.
He leaned into the palm of your hand, "I can't lose you."
"You won't, Kurapika. You will never lose me." You whispered, tenderly rubbing his warm cheeks as his golden speckled irises intensely bore into you — the gleam in them shone so reverently. "Come on, lets get you to bed." You begin to stand up but he pulls you down, you look to him with confusion.
"Will you forgive me, please? I need to hear it." Kurapika's voice emerged softer, quiet and laced with desperation, his mouth was parted as subtle, heated breaths of air drifted out. "You're so good to me, so sweet to someone so selfish. I know I disappeared but I promise, I'll never do it again."
You bit your lip. You found yourself unable to bear the sight of him like this, there was something so unbearable in seeing him stripped of his usual, careful composure.
"You don't hate me, do you?" He rushed out, despairingly, as if he was clinging to the last, fraying threads of his hope. Kurapika would never be able to live with you hating him, you were his everything. The person he thought of when exhaustion hollowed him out, when missions became unendurable, your voice was the harmony that echoed in his mind when things fell apart, soothing the stress. He would take your anger and frustration but he could never take you hating him.
You reached for his hands and gently threaded your fingers through his, Kurapika's hands stilled beneath yours, "I could never hate you, pika, I don't think my heart even knows how to." You said ever so softly as you rubbed his knuckles, "You made me angry, yes, and you made me so sad and so worried but hate you?" You shook your head, "Never."
Kurapika felt his heart flutter at the mention of the nickname you used to call him so sweetly, his shoulders slouched in ease as he leaned forward to rest his head on your shoulder.
"You tired?" You whispered.
"Really? Well, I'm tired." You ran your hand through his hair, "And I really want to get out of this dress."
Kurapika sat up, his eyes floated over your dress once again. You were sat there, on the floor, on your knees before him in such a revealing dress, one you had never worn before and he felt himself consumed with want. You are his friend, he hadn't thought of you in such a manner before, not like how he is now, not with such profound wanton desire.
"Since when did you wear dresses like this?" He jokingly asked, trying to distract himself.
"Haha" You said dryly, "I needed to for an assignment."
Kurapika frowned, "What assignment required you to wear that?"
"Don't worry about it." You stood up, taking a few steps back and brushing down the dress, "It isn't even mine, it belongs to a co-worker." You played with the fabric, "She wants me to keep it, apparently it looks better on me."
"It does." Kurapika immediately agreed, he caught your gaze, "You look fucking incredible." His voice was deep and rather passionate sounding, his words becoming less slurred the more he spoke.
You cleared your throat, trying to drown the wave of butterflies that swarmed the pit of your stomach, "Thank you." You voice was quiet, you had never felt this shy before, "You—"
"I want to kiss you." Kurapika revealed, his tone soft yet doused in a ruinous thirst.
You blinked slowly, the heat from your cheeks now canvased your whole body as your pulse thunderously crashed in your ears.
He stood up from his seat on the sofa, swaying less now as he inched closer to you, "May I?"
There was no response from you but silence for a few, lengthy moments, you had wanted to kiss him for the longest time, that was no lie. There were times where you had imagined the feel of his lips on yours, the sensation of his tongue in your mouth and how his hand would feel holding you.
Now here he was, suspended in the small space between distance and touch, and you didn't know how to react.
"Angel?" He whispered, "Did I— is something wrong?"
You shook your head, "No." You breathlessly answered.
"Then, could I perhaps show you just how much I truly missed you?" Kurapika looked utterly desperate, hunger profusely exuded from him as his eyes drifted to your lips.
"You missed me?" You muttered.
"Of course I did." He cupped your cheek, "...so, so much."
You leaned in and pecked his lips, taking him by surprise. You then placed your hands on his chest, "Kiss me." You whispered.
He wasted no time and smashed his lips against yours, you sighed into the kiss as he pulled you closer. Kurapika sucked on your bottom lip, groaning at the feel of how soft and velvety they were against his own. He then slipped his tongue into your mouth, causing you to whimper from the intrusion. His hand gently wrapped around you neck, tilting your head back as he continued to kiss you deeply.
He bit your bottom lip as he pulled back from you, the air in the room was heavier and warmer. Kurapika's hand slipped from your neck to your jaw, his thumb brushed over your plump lips.
Suddenly he began to walk you backwards, keeping his gaze intently locked on your lips. Your breath hitched when your back hit the cold wall, feeling the chill mix with the heat of your skin through the fabric of your gown.
"You..." He breathed out, pinching your lips, "You are perfect."
He slammed his lips back onto yours, pressing his body against you. This second kiss was woven with burning fervour, harsh in the way that his tongue forced its way into your mouth, rough in the way that his hands caressed and rubbed at your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding yourself to him causing Kurapika's lips to curve into a smile as he deepened the kiss.
You raised your leg up against the side of his body and he grabbed it, digging his fingers into your leg. Kurapika's other hand reached the thin strap of your gown and he pulled it down, moving his lips to the arch between your neck and shoulder where he began pressing open mouthed kisses.
"Oh." You gasped, unable to form words as he continued to suck at your flesh.
He pulled back, eyes darkened with lust, lips parted in hunger, "Look at you, my pretty girl, blushing for me." He whispered.
"Please." You whined, missing his lips on your neck.
"I want you." You revealed.
"How do you want me? Use your words angel." Kurapika teased, tugging down the other strap of your dress.
You bit your lip, feeling heat rise in-between your legs, "I want you to touch me."
"Where?" He kissed the corner of your lips.
Your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing shaky, "Everywhere."
Your eyes snapped open when Kurapika's hand cupped your cunt, he had pulled up your gown and pushed aside your underwear in the time that your eyes were closed, "Is here okay?"
"Ugh, oh— Kurapika." You moaned.
"Tell me, sweetheart, is here where you want me to touch you?" He toyed at the entrance of your cunt,
"Yes! oh my— please, yes, yes." You fervently whined.
"Good girl, so wet for me."
You whimpered, "Need you to...ugh...put it in."
"Yeah?" Kurapika leaned into you, into the crook of your neck as he slipped a finger into your pussy, "So soaked, be loud for me."
You moaned, your head titling back against the wall as you gripped onto Kurapika's shoulders to steady yourself. He slipped in another finger, pressing on your clit as he bit at your neck. He pumped his fingers in you as you shakily trembled against him.
He pulled his fingers out and you groaned in annoyance, he then dropped to his knees and frantically pulled up your dress, "Kurapika, what—"
"Gonna taste you baby, need it." He rushed out in his dazed state.
He quickly pulled down your underwear and absent-mindedly threw it to the side. He grabbed your legs and hoisted them up onto his shoulders as he inched his face closer to you warm, dripping cunt.
He looked up at you through lowered lashes, your breathing halted. There was a quiet intensity in his gaze, carefully restrained yet impossible to hide, like a slow burning fire that seemed content to consume you if you'd let it.
"Do you know how badly I've wanted this?" He passionately whispered, his hands gripped your thighs firmly, pushing your legs a little more further apart, "How much I've wanted to consume you and make you mine."
"I-I, I am yours." You stuttered out, the heat of his breath fanned onto your skin causing you to short-wire, your thoughts slipped apart beneath the warmth of his nearness.
Kurapika's expression shifted, he tilted his head and placed a kiss on your inner thigh, "Say it again."
You whined from impatience, you needed his mouth on your cunt, "I'm yours."
He leans in and licks a strip along your cunt, you tightened your legs around his neck, squirming against the wall as he thrusts his tongue into your soaked pussy. He whines as he laps up your arousal, his tongue flicks against your clit. You reach over and shove your hand into his long, soft golden hair pulling at the strands with each flick of his tongue on your flesh.
"You taste so divine, angel, so so..." He kisses your cunt.
"Kura— don't stop, please just..." You cry out, "Gonna cum, so close."
"I know, I know." He mutters into your cunt, shoving his finger inside as he hums against your clit. He pumps his finger as his tongue sucks on your clit.
"T-too much, Kurapika… I can’t…" You breathed, your voice breaking apart as the sensation overwhelmed you.
"You're doing so well for me, baby, come on — cum for me." Kurapika speeds up the movement of his finger, shoving another one inside as you begin to tremble.
"Pika, oh— yes, yes." You release explosively shattered through you as you shook from the intensity.
Kurapika remained between your legs, licking your release as you whined from how sensitive your cunt was. He placed a kiss on your thigh before standing back up, grabbing you and pulling you into his hold.
You leaned in and kissed his lips, tasting yourself on his mouth, "I need you." You whispered into his ear, you felt his grip on your waist tighten, "Please pika." You bit his earlobe.
He immediately picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you toward your bedroom. Slamming the door open, he walked to the bed and placed you on it.
You shifted toward the head of the bed and Kurapika followed without hesitation. The heat suspended between you felt almost tangible—heavy in the air, curling beneath skin, leaving you twitching from impatience.
Kurapika reaches over silently and slips your dress off your body, letting his fingers trace your warm flesh. You slip your bra off, watching how Kurapika's eyes fill with wild hunger.
"Beautiful...my pretty, pretty girl." He breathlessly whispers, intoxicated by your presence.
His fingertips drifted over your collarbone before his hand wrapped around your tit, he kneaded the soft flesh, letting his thumb brush over the nipple.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N." He groaned.
He then presses his mouth around your tit, lips sucking at the flesh as he continues kneading the other one. You let your head fall back and rest against the headframe of the bed, lips parted as soft, breathless moans roll out.
Kurapika whines as his tongue licks over your nipple, he harshly pinches the other nipple causing you to gasp loudly, hands fisting the linen.
"Those pretty little sounds you're making...." He looks at you, pulling back from your tit, "..keep making them for me."
You bite your lip reflexively, Kurapika shakes his head and pulls your lip out, "I need you to be loud, sweetheart....yeah, makes me hard."
You nod your head, almost forgetting how to breathe.
He sits up and undresses, his button-up shirt comes off swiftly and then he reaches for his belt but you grab his hand and stop it, "Let me do it." You temptingly say, dropping your voice into a low, seductive hush.
Kurapika leans back and lets you unbuckle his belt, you throw it to the floor and then unzip his pants, your fingers move agonisingly slow causing Kurapika to restlessly whine, "Faster, Y/N...you're messing with me."
When you finally have his pants unzipped, he quickly shuffles out of them and tosses them before your hands are on the band of his boxers.
"Not gonna waste time, baby." Kurapika groans, "No fucking around....need to be in your pretty pussy."
You pull down his boxers, catching a glimpse of his cock, causing a startled breath to slip past your lips.
"Oh." Your mutter, "You're..."
Kurapika places his hand on top of yours and slides off his boxers with you, now you can see him properly; his cock was gentle but big, too big. His tip was flushed pink, begging to be used and it had you trembling with need.
"So big, Kurapika." You whisper under your breath, crawling into his lap.
"You wanna ride me, baby." He smirks, wrapping his arms around you.
You kiss his lips, positioning your dripping cunt over his hard cock. Your tongue slips into his mouth as you sink yourself onto his cock, he whimpers into the kiss, pressing his lips forcefully against you.
You pull back and bury your head into the crook of his neck. Your cunt stretching to accommodate his size, "Mhm, fuck Kura—" You softly mewl against his neck. Once you have sank completely onto his cock, you moan out in pure pleasure, feeling yourself gripping him so tightly.
"Holy fuck—" Kurapika brokenly whines, losing his train of thought, "Can't think when...ugh..." He begins fucking his cock into you, his pace quick and thrusts sharp, "...You're so wet, so warm."
You roll your hips, pulling back to get a look at him. Kurapika’s expression had come undone in a way you’d never seen before, his eyes were closed, head titled back and forehead sweaty. You brushed his hair back from his forehead, wrapping your arms around his neck as your bounced on his cock.
Kurapika leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around your tit, his hands placed themselves on your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock as he sucked on your nipple, biting and licking the smooth skin.
"Oh— it's t-too much, need more, Kura." You gasp.
Kurapika fucks up into you, hitting you hard and making you writhe as the palm of his hand smacks your ass, "All mine." He cups your ass, squeezing it as you jump on him.
"I-I, mhm, pika, I'm gonna cum." You pant, rocking your hips against him.
"You're squeezing me baby, gonna cum." He teasingly hums.
"Yes, yes, yes! please, I'm so close....ugh...right there." You force the words out your mouth, your voice shaking with pleasure.
"That's it, good girl. I can feel you. Cum for me."
His words cause your release to ripple through, shattering your composure and flooding you in ecstasy. You feel his release only seconds after yours, a hot, intense orgasm consuming him as he groans, "Fuck, baby....feel so good." He whines, his release clouding him, making his words slur together.
You slump against him, head resting on his shoulder as he places a kiss on your forehead, "You tired, my love?" Kurapika whispers.
You breathe out. You weren't tired anymore, not when you still needed him, "No."
Kurapika pulls out of you causing you to whine, then his finger slips inside your cunt, "Soaked and wrecked." He moans, "Gonna take me again."
You nod your head eagerly.
His golden eyes rake over your flush body, swathed in heat and trembling and he smirks dangerously, "On your hands and knees. Now."
You instantly do as told, getting onto your hands and knees as Kurapika positions himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips as you feel him at your entrance. He slides back into you without warning, you gasp arching your back, the stretch of him so overwhelming.
"So fucking perfect." He grunts out as he slams into you, his desire for you absorbing him, driving him to pound into you relentlessly.
You feel his hand grip your tit, pinching the nipple as his other hand squeezes your hip. He pulls out and drills back into you, the bed creaks as the sound of skin slapping echoes through the air, so dirty and obscene yet it has you addicted.
"Faster Kura....ah, harder." You sob, clawing at the sheets of the bed.
"Sweetheart...wants it hard." He rocks into you, fondling your tit, "...need you to be loud for me."
You oblige instantly and moan out, Kurapika leans down and placed a kiss on your back, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as you whine from the pleasurable feeling of his bite.
"Gonna mark you...make you entirely mine." He pants into your shoulder, biting at it again as he pounds into your dripping, squeezing cunt.
His thrusts grow frantic as you rock back onto him, he leans up and watches how his cock sinks into you from behind, "So perfect for me....you fit so well, made just for me." Kurapika whines.
You could feel your release inch closer, "Fuck, you're squeezing me tight, gonna cum again, baby?" Kurapika growls, "Hm."
"Yes, so close Kura. Don't stop, please." You achingly gasp, fucking your hips back onto him as he pounds his cock into you.
His hand moves from your tit to your cunt, as he circles your clit edging you closer to your release. You began to scream his name in a ceaseless chant, feeling the familiar sensation of your orgasm inch closer.
"P-please, Kurapika, I'm there, nearly...ugh..."
"Sound so pretty...cum for me, angel." He kisses your shoulder, on-top of the bite mark he left behind.
You felt your orgasm wash over you, blinding white light consuming you as you shuddered, "Making such a mess, baby." Kurapika teases as he continues to slam into you, feeling his release as he spills into you, groaning your name.
Kurapika pulls out of you as you collapse onto the bed, he lays down beside you pulling you into his side as he places a gentle, tender kiss to your lips.
He brushes your hair from your damp cheeks, "My beautiful girl." Kissing your jaw and neck as he held you, "You were so good for me." He kisses your lips again, a quick peck, "I, fuck—" He looks to you, the intensity in his stare had softened into something deep and delicate, his thumb brushed your cheek, "I love you."
Warmth bloomed through your chest as his words echoed in your mind, you blinked at him with parted lips. Your gaze dropped from his, as a light, dizzying feeling trapped you causing you to grip the sheet firmly.
Kurapika tenderly gripped your chin, pulling you to look back at him.
"Kurapika—" You held his hand, "I love you."
He smiled brightly before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, one that spoke of his devotion for you and you happily kissed back.
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