#kurapika smut

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Yandere kurapika with a heavy heavy breeding kink. He’s absolutely obsessed with the idea of you being pregnant 👀👀👀

progeny // kurapika kurta

tw ⇢ dub-con, obsessive behavior, imprisonment/isolation, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mention of lactation, implied murder, drugging, handjob, grinding

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It had been six excruciatingly long years since the Kurta massacre. Six years of chasing empty leads, of doors slamming shut in Kurapika's face whenever he got close to the Phantom Troupe. His crimson eyes, once a source of pride amongst his people, now mocked him daily - glaring reminders of his failure to attain vengeance.

So when the encrypted message arrived with a potential location on a Kurta survivor, Kurapika could scarcely allow himself to feel hope. Too many times it had been cruelly dangled in front of him, only to dissolve into agonizing disappointment. He pored over the intelligence again and again, his hands shaking. This had to be legitimate. It simply had to.

Four sleepless nights later, Kurapika found himself on the first available airship to Yorknew City. His leg jittered anxiously the entire way, his mind cycling through every possible scenario. A trap from the Troupe? A sick game? Or could the near-impossible be real? When the ship finally touched down, Kurapika moved like a man possessed, following the coded coordinates to a dilapidated apartment complex.

His trembling hand barely registered the flimsy doorbell as he rang. Seconds ticked by like torturous eternities. Then, after what felt like a small age, the door creaked open to reveal...you. Kurapika's knees very nearly buckled at the sight of those telltale scarlet irises. Tears stung his eyes as he choked out a wavering, "You're one of my people."

That first night, he simply sat in reverent silence, studying the sacred eyes of his kinsman that he'd been deprived of for far too long. You seemed equally transfixed, if not deeply uncertain of this severe stranger's intentions. When you attempted to ask him to leave, Kurapika answered with a resolute headshake.

"I cannot do that. It's too dangerous to leave you here." His voice was thick with the weight of trauma, but carried a steely undercurrent of determination. "I'm getting you somewhere safe, where no harm can befall you."

True to his word, Kurapika immediately went about securing a transport ship to whisk you away from potential threats. You didn't have a choice. He had failed his clan once before through negligence - he would not repeat that grave mistake. This time, he would smother any flicker of danger towards the Kurta with extreme prejudice before it could even spark.

The following weeks were a fortified blur as Kurapika installed you in a veritable military bunker tucked high in the treacherous mountain ranges. He pulled every resource at his disposal to ensure your isolation and safety was absolute. Each day, he would rise before dawn to pursue his hunt for the Phantom Troupe, searching for that agonizingly elusive trail of vengeance. But like clockwork, he returned to the safehouse every evening, his frayed nerves only calmed by the sight of your scarlet eyes.

At first, Kurapika tried to keep things professional, nodding stoically whenever you greeted him. But the more time passed, the more you became his sole remaining attachment to a people he had lost. He drank in your every word, no matter how innocuous, wanting to ingrain the cadence of his kin on his psyche again. Your existence, your pure perseverance despite all odds, stoked something primal within him.

Eventually, Kurapika began staying later and later into the night, reluctant to abandon your presence, irrationally fearful something terrible may occur the moment he left your side. He started simpling...hovering. Watching you for long, unblinking stretches despite your visible discomfort. His fixation had been ignited, and it burned brighter with each passing day.

It was on one particularly humid summer evening when the stifling mountain air had you gasping for respite. You moved to crack open one of the safehouse's windows, hoping to coax in even the faintest whispers of a cool breeze.

The moment your fingers pulled against the latch, the electronic lock released a sad, mechanical whir of protest. You froze, realizing in that instant that the safety restrictions were not mere automated security protocols. They were under the total control of your increasingly overbearing guardian.

Slowly, you turned to find Kurapika shooting you a pointed look from the wingback chair across the room. His sharp jawline was locked, lips pressed into a severe line as he clutched the access fob in a white-knuckled grip.

"I wouldn't advise that," he said at last, his tone carrying curt reproach. "It's for your own safety to keep the windows secured at all times."

You opened your mouth to protest the blatant removal of your autonomy, but Kurapika silenced you with a mere arch of his brow. Heat prickled in your cheeks, flustered by his sheer audacity, his utter dismissal of your objections before you could even voice them. Who was he to declare what you could and couldn't do?

But as quickly as that spark of defiance flickered, it extinguished under the knowing weight of Kurapika's stare. He knew better than you, had spilled more blood and peered deeper into the abyss of human monstrosity. If he deemed something a risk, no matter how small, you didn't dare challenge it. Your very life rested on his prudence and protection.

So you bit back the fleeting urge to assert your independence. Instead, you gave a meek nod of surrender and retreated from the window with one last, regretful glance at the impenetrable night sky beyond the sealed glass panes. Your world had become startlingly small under Kurapika's wing.

He watched you like a lion scrutinizing its cornered prey until you sank back into the shelter of your designated space. Only once you had compliantly resumed your spot did that intense scrutiny finally ease, his body unsettlingly loose and calm again.

"There's fresh fruit in the kitchen if you need refreshment," Kurapika offered, as if making peace after the unspoken admonishment. "Let me know if you require anything else for your comfort."

You murmured a soft thanks, careful to not meet his pewter gaze for too long. The complex bundles of emotion they sparked - shame, defiance, loneliness, begrudging gratitude - were still too tumultuous to comfortably untangle.

With a slight dip of his chin, Kurapika turned his attentions back towards the scattered intelligence reports sprawled before him. But you could have sworn you caught the faintest wisp of a self-satisfied smirk playing across his lips as he resumed his nightly obsessive planning.

The message was clear: no matter how insular and temporary you hoped this arrangement was, he had no intentions of loosening his ruthlessly overprotective stranglehold. Not now, not ever. For in Kurapika's mind, he had already failed his clan once before.

He would not fail their legacy again, even if it meant eclipsing your every last freedom under his total, unwavering control. Your life belonged to him now.

What had begun as a flicker of protectiveness had been steadily stoked into an all-consuming obsession. And there would be no putting out that raging fire.

The next few days passed in their now familiar routine of forced complacency. Kurapika would depart each morning on his futile hunt for the Phantom Troupe's latest trail, leaving you confined to pacing the reinforced walls like a caged animal. You attempted to resist the itch of restlessness, but it clawed at your insides, making you increasingly reckless.

It was on one particularly moonless night when Kurapika was delayed by an anonymous tip that you decided to seize your fleeting window. You waited until the security monitors confirmed him still blocks away before punching in the override codes and disabling the safehouse's locks. You didn't have a plan or destination in mind - you simply needed to feel the sweet embrace of open air again, to remind yourself of the unfettered freedom you had lost.

The sleepy mountain town seemed almost haunted in the inky blackness as you strode its deserted streets. The crisp night wind caressed your face, and you reveled in the simple pleasure of being anything other than a prisoner in your own refuge. Eventually, your aimless wandering drew you towards the soft amber glow and faint music wafting from the local tavern.

A hand came to rest on the rickety oak door, then stopped as you wavered. Kurapika could return any moment now. But the fleeting indulgence of a cold pint and casual conversation with strangers was too tantalizing to resist any longer. Steeling your nerves, you pulled the door open and strode inside.

The raucous sound of drunken laughter and the thick fog of smoke immediately assaulted your senses. You wound through the crowd to the dingy bar, squeezing between bodies until you could flag down the bleary-eyed bartender. He poured you a tall glass of the darkest stout on tap without a second glance at your rumpled, out-of-place appearance.

As you nursed the first few sips, savoring the bitter familiarity, a rough voice lilted from behind you.

"Well aren't you a little ways from home?"

You turned to find a smarmy looking stranger waggling his brows lecherously. His breath reeked of stale beer and desperation.

"Just looking to unwind is all," you replied curtly, turning back towards your drink.

His calloused hand suddenly snaked out, gripping your forearm with surprising strength as he leaned in too close. "Well then how 'bout I buy the next round and we can 'unwind' together, sweetheart?"

You wrenched your arm away with a disgusted glare, preparing to hurl a blistering retort. But even as the first word formed on your lips, an eerie wave of dizziness crashed over you, blurring your vision. The tavern seemed to tilt precariously as you swayed on the barstool.

No...it couldn't be. That first drink. You made the mistake of leaving it unattended. As the horrible realization dawned on you, your faculties began to rapidly abandon ship.

"There's a good girl," the leering stranger's voice slurred as if underwater. "Just relax and enjoy the party favors."

You tried desperately to cry out, to raise even a tremor of alarm, but your voice failed you. The room pitched and spun until merciful darkness finally swallowed you whole.

The crisp slap of cool night air was like a bucket of ice water shocking you back to semiconsciousness. Your eyelids fluttered open to find yourself being half-carried, half-dragged down a dank alleyway by that stranger. The cloudy haze in your brain screamed at you to fight, to thrash and flee, but your body responded with only feeble murmurs.

Suddenly, a dark silhouette stepped out from the shadows up ahead, swiftly blocking your captor's path. The figure prowled closer, the dim streetlight glinting off a shock of brilliant blond hair.

Even in your drugged stupor, you immediately recognized the menacing aura radiating off of Kurapika. He had found you. Your heart should have leapt with relief, but your addled mind could only focus on the pure, unadulterated fury etched across his features.

"Let her go." His tone was low, practically subterranean with its seething intensity. "Now."

The stranger paused, seemingly taken aback by Kurapika's threatening presence despite outnumbering him. His grip on your arm only tightened stubbornly.

"This doesn't involve you, kid. I'd beat it while you still—"

He never got to finish that thought. Kurapika's knuckles connected with the man's nose with a wet crunch before anyone could blink. As he collapsed in a heap, clutching his bleeding face, Kurapika moved with terrifying fluidity.

A haze of fists and chains and guttural screams engulfed the cramped alley. You flinched with each tormented wail, hunched against the damp brick wall as your assailant's bones shattered piece by piece. The copper stench of blood flooded the air in thick, viscous clouds.

When it was finally over, the sickening sound of the stranger's gurgling breaths were barely audible above the drumming of your pulse thundering in your ears. Kurapika stood over him, chest heaving from exertion as he slowly retracted his bloody knuckles and Nen chains back into waiting.

Only then did his gaze fall upon your fragile, crumpled form. The molten rage simmering behind his eyes extinguished instantly, transposing into something akin to lucid fear. In a single deft motion, he scooped you up and cradled you against his chest.

"It's alright...you're safe now," Kurapika murmured, his voice dripping with the type of tender worry one reserves for a gravely injured child.

You opened your mouth to respond but only a pathetic whimper escaped your dry lips. Horror at your near miss quickly gave way to the warm comfort of Kurapika's secure embrace. Your eyelids grew impossibly heavy as you nuzzled against the soft linen of his blazer. Even as the world faded to black again, you felt utterly, inviolably safe within the confines of his sinewy arms...his obsessive protectiveness.

When you finally came to again, it was in the dimly lit familiarity of the safehouse's living quarters. Kurapika sat vigilantly on the edge of the mattress, his eyes two orbs of hollow, sleepless torment.

As you stirred, he immediately went into a flurry of doting. Cool rags were pressed to your clammy forehead. Chilled teas and electrolyte waters hovered against your lips, Kurapika tipping them carefully to soothe your sandpaper throat. His touch was insistently gentle, but you could sense the roiling tempest churning beneath that zen exterior.

In your addled state, you kept up a litany of small whining sounds and petulant fidgets. Kurapika bore each one with inexhaustible patience and care, stroking your hairline languidly as you grumbled childish complaints about your headache or an itch that needed scratching.

Even as the last vestiges of the toxin worked its way out of your system over the next several hours, you never felt fear or vulnerability - only the profound relief of being tended to so meticulously under Kurapika's hawkish devotion.

Several times, his gaze seemed to unconsciously drift down to your parted, pouting lips as you whined insistently. You thought you caught his throat bobbing ever so subtly, as if waging an internal war with some primal desire. But the moment never transversed, and he remained ever the devoted, if tightly-wound caretaker through the hazy night.

It wasn't until the first rays of dawn filtered in through the slitted windows that you drifted into a deep, restorative slumber. And in those last, fleeting moments of consciousness, you realized with dawning horror how completely and utterly co-dependent on Kurapika's obsessive protection you had allowed yourself to become.

In the aftermath of the nearly tragic incident, there would be no venturing outside again...not without him. Not ever. The fire of his obsession had been stoked into a conflagration - one he wholeheartedly welcomed if it meant never going through such terror again.

You had been rescued from the depths of pitiful frailty, only to become irrevocably entangled in the dark, singular orbit of Kurapika's unhinging fixation on you. And from that point on, fleeing its gravitational pull would be inconceivable.

In the days following your terrifying brush with tragedy, Kurapika became an utterly inescapable presence in every waking moment. Where there was once at least a semblance of periodic solitude as he attended to his Phantom Troupe hunt, now there was only the soft footfalls of his eternal proximity.

He lingered in the periphery like a silent, hollow-eyed sentinel as you tentatively went about your daily routines. If you retreated to the bathroom to bathe, Kurapika wordlessly trailed just beyond the cracked door - near enough to instantly intervene at any prospective threat, far enough to preserve a facade of privacy. You found yourself instinctively avoiding the mirror, unable to meet the shame of your own reflection exposed under his vigilant leer.

At night when you crawled between the sheets, Kurapika took up an immovable post in the wingback chair at your bedside. You lost track of how many dawns you awoke to find him stock-still in that exact position, eyes open but untainted by even the slightest hint of slumber. His piercing stare studied your sleeping form with the rapt diligence of a memorial statue guarding a crypt.

You stopped attempting to dissuade him from these nightly vigils. The few feeble protests you voiced only caused his jaw to hinge tighter, a muscle throbbing with mute ferocity. He would not be deterred or negotiated with - this was the price to pay for the grave lapse that nearly severed you from his obsessive care.

If you shuffled into the kitchen to prepare meals, Kurapika's shadow would materialize just behind your periphery. You quickly learned to suppress any instinctual startles at his sudden appearances, lest you mistakenly provoke his haunted man's nerves. He never spoke or impeded your chores, but the mere imposition of his intense presence transformed even the most banal acts into ordeals of hyper self-consciousness.

Some evenings as dusk cloaked the mountain safehouse, you would chance hopeful glances out across the perimeter's reinforced windows. Vast forests of pine and spruce swayed in hypnotic tandem with the coastal breezes sweeping up from the sapphire horizon. Your gaze traced every contour of the landscape beyond that glass barrier - drunkenly drinking in the beauty and vast freedoms you had once taken for granted.

Without fail, Kurapika would seem to materialize at your side during these morose ritualistic dances. Not an inch separated your arms as you stood wordlessly, noting how his chest would slowly rise and fall in mirror-sync to your own. His quicksilver irises carefully studied the longing etched across your features, probing for any fragile cracks that may signal another reckless bid for escapism simmering beneath the surface.

You soon discovered it was easier to not meet his needful, imploring stare on those evenings. To instead lose yourself in the melancholy meditation of what lay on the other side of that glass partition - the lush, unfolding world of oxygen and wilderness and infinite possibilities now forever sealed away from your grasp by this compound's fortifications. The reckless abandon that landed you in such peril in the first place.

Even during the sporadic moments you managed to steal for idle time - curling up with a borrowed novel or simply staring vacantly at the safehouse's sterile walls - Kurapika's presence would pervade your space like a congealing, inescapable vapor. You became aware of every infinitesimal motion in your peripheral field, each aborted gesture from him laden with fierce meaning and scrutiny.

He would simply materialize in your blind spots, folding that lithe frame into the nearest chair or loveseat until his entire posture radiated a single, silent statement: I'm here. I will always be here to watch over you from this point onward.

And you lacked the will to protest this gradual dissolution of personal boundaries. Not when the memory of that squalid alleyway still haunted your subconscious with visions of shadowy hands groping, of Kurapika's knuckles shattering bone in retribution. You were in his custody now, for better or for worse.

Even as the weeks blurred indistinguishably together, Kurapika seemed to only swell with more unquenchable determination. Daily you witnessed his demeanor oscillate from the gruff stoicism of a jaded warrior, to the endearingly focused worry of an overly-fretful parent, then finally the predatory ruthlessness of a beast safeguarding its sickly litter from any prospective encroachment.

There was a possessive ferocity igniting behind those slate irises anew each time his gaze passed over you. As if merely looking upon your face, your chest inhaling each breath, was an involuntary ritual - the only reassurance that could momentarily dull the roaring anxiety in his psyche.

So Kurapika kept vigil, and you stopped attempting to politely deflect his obsession. Better to accept this isolated existence under his ever-watchful protectionism than risk another lapse that may invite that same violence and horror down upon you both. At least here, within these confining walls, remained the unshakable constant of his presence...his dominion over your absolute safety.

The weeks crystallized into cold months, Kurapika's fixation only intensifying like a caged flame feasting on its own limited oxygen supply. Until eventually, you struggled to remember what life could have possibly looked like before this arrangement - before his utterly uncompromising ownership of your personal inviolability became the sole, inescapable pillar of reality itself.

You mustered up what little courage remained and approached Kurapika one evening as he pored over the dwindling stack of intelligence reports.

"Kurapika...I need to get out of here, even if just for a little while," you said, trying to keep your tone measured. "Taking a walk through the village, feeling the sun on my face. Please, I'm going stir-crazy cooped up."

His pewter gaze slowly lifted, boring into you with an inscrutable intensity. You braced yourself for the immediate dismissal, the curt rebuff that your pleas for a shred of freedom were selfish folly in the face of your security.

Instead, Kurapika simply gave a slow, deliberate nod.

"Very well. But I will accompany you. My presence is non-negotiable for your safety."

Your heart leapt at his acquiescence, yet you knew better than to voice any objections to his stipulations. That, too, was non-negotiable when it came to Kurapika's obsession.

The next morning, you ventured out with Kurapika at your side, his eyes sharply scanning every alleyway and passerby like a starving falcon scrutinizing the underbrush. You tried not to let his overdone protectiveness dampen your elation at breathing fresh mountain air and ambling aimlessly without the barriers of steel and concrete constraining you.

At one point, you stopped to admire a young mother cradling her newborn along the village square's central fountain. The infant was swaddled snugly in a pale yellow blanket, their tiny face completely ensconced in peaceful slumber. You couldn't help the wistful pang that tugged at your heart watching the scene.

"Would you like to hold them?" the mother offered warmly after catching your enamored glances.

You looked to Kurapika, almost reflexively seeking his permitting nod as if he were your warden. To your surprise, he simply watched in pensive silence as you gingerly supported the bundle's head and brought the sleeping babe into your embrace.

A serene calm washed over you as the newborn's warmth and weight settled against your chest. Your body seemed to instinctively know all the coddling motions - the gentle swaying, the soft shushes, the protective tuck of the blanket over their tiny frame. For a fleeting moment, everything from the outside world evaporated - the threats, the walls imprisoning you, even Kurapika's hawkish presence. There was only the simple perfection of cradling new life, so pure and unblemished by the world's cruelties.

All too soon, the spell was broken as the mother reached to take her child back. You surrendered them with one last, regretful look into their peaceful slumbering features. As you turned back towards the path, you caught an indecipherable look swimming behind Kurapika's silvery irises. Was that...yearning?

The walk continued in loaded silence until you reached the safehouse again. Ever vigilant, Kurapika checked and triple-checked all security parameters were active before allowing you both back inside. He then insisted on giving you a full body inspection, tutting over any prospective scratches or bruises you may have sustained.

Night fell, and you began your usual bedtime routine of winding down with a book on the living room's plush sofa. Right on cue, Kurapika appeared to take up his self-appointed post in the chair alongside you.

Rather than lapsing into his typical reserved observation, he seemed...restless this evening. You caught his gaze flicking over your face and abdomen several times, his stare carrying an uncharacteristic intensity more akin to hunger than mere study. Finally, just as you were about to question his odd distraction, Kurapika leaned forward in his seat.

"You looked quite natural with that baby earlier," he stated in a low, ruminative tone. "I could envision you as a tender, nurturing mother. The image....suited you."

You felt your cheeks flush hotly despite yourself, ears straining to detect even the faintest undercurrents of impropriety in his demeanor. Just what was he implying?

When you finally found your voice to respond, Kurapika cut you off by rising abruptly to his feet.

"Get some rest. That's enough activity for one day."

With that, he swept towards the bedroom, leaving you to simply blink owlishly in his wake. You worried your lower lip, unable to voice the nagging feeling that his comments carried some suggestive subtext your mind simply couldn't piece together.

For now, it seemed Kurapika's ever-watchful protectionism had evolved to encompass...other considerations. Ones that, given his increasingly mercurial obsession over you, prompted entirely new uncertainties to send your heart murmuring apprehensively against your ribcage.

In the days following Kurapika's unsettling comments about motherhood, an inscrutable new energy seemed to permeate his already intense obsession over you.

His customary silent vigils persisted as always - the motionless sentrylike presence shadowing your every action, the sleepless nights spent unblinkingly patrolling your bedside like a fanatical bodyguard. But there was also something... else underlying those mercurial silver irises whenever they washed over your form.

Kurapika's gaze had shifted from the typical hyper-focused studying for dangers into outright lingering. You began noticing his line of sight would unapologetically rake up and down the curves and lines of your body whenever you moved about the safehouse. As if he were committing to memory every last dip and swell, documenting it alongside the myriad threat assessments constantly churning through his mind.

His comments, once clipped and strictly pertaining to your security, started carrying strange insistences that left you disquieted.

"You have such a patient, calming presence," he remarked one afternoon while you lounged with a book. "The kids would love you."

You shot him a bewildered look over the rattling chains of innuendo in his tone, but Kurapika simply arched an expectant brow as if awaiting your acquiescence.

Another evening, you bent to retrieve a dropped utensil from the kitchen floor only to straighten and find his towering presence hunched mere inches away, studying you with unrestrained focus.

"Carrying a child would suit your figure," he stated in a detached, clinical murmur. Before you could even formulate a flustered response, Kurapika simply turned and strode off to catalogue more intelligence reports.

The most overt advancement came one evening as you diligently prepared dinner, muscles burning from chopping and stirring the hearty stew. You were so engrossed in your motions that you failed to notice Kurapika materializing behind you until his sinewy arms snaked insistingly around your midsection.

A startled gasp seized your lungs as his palms came to rest possessively over your abdomen, his firm chest pressing flush against your arched back. For a dizzying moment, you were overwhelmed by the masculine heat and musk of him surrounding you so utterly and inescapably.

"Don't linger over the preparations," Kurapika's lilting voice reverberated against the nape of your neck. You shivered despite yourself as his warm breath danced across your skin. "I'm...starving this evening."

His hips unconsciously canted forward ever so subtly, enough to insinuate himself deeper into the negative space behind you. The unmistakable prominence of his semi erect cock nestled with shameless insistence against the supple curves of your ass through the thin linen of his trousers.

Just as your befuddled mind scrambled for any coherent reply, Kurapika abruptly extricated himself and strode off with the same unruffled collectedness as always. As if he hadn't just allowed the most salacious depths of his obsession over your body to rupture, however briefly, to the surface.

You stood rooted in place, blood pounding deafeningly in your ears as a dozen frantic impulses warred within you. Outrage, indignation, fear, reluctant curiosity... and horrifyingly, something darker and more primal still that responded with undeniable want to the memories of Kurapika's powerful, unapologetic dominion over your personal space.

When you finally managed to recompose yourself and carry the pot of stew to the dining table, Kurapika was waiting with his customary inscrutable expression. No hint of the previous violation lingered in his pewter irises - only that same boundless, soul-deep need to protect and provide that had morphed into such zealous, all-consuming obsession.

As you picked warily at your bowl, hyper-aware of his eyes drinking in your every move, you knew there would be no acknowledgement or discussion of the incident. He had simply exercised another disquieting assertion of ownership over your body and intimate personal freedoms. Just as he had with everything else in the vise of his self-appointed guardianship.

With a smoldering pit of unease taking root in your core, you realized this new dimension to Kurapika's fixation was only beginning. What fresh transgressions would his possessive appetites attempt to justify through the warped lenses of security and obsession?

Only time would tell what depraved lines he may be willing to cross... all in the name of protecting the last remaining embers of his beloved Kurta legacy.

Over the following days, Kurapika's comments about you having children took a disturbingly frank turn. Gone were the veiled observations about motherhood - replaced by straightforward statements that left no room for interpretation.

"Feels like you'd make a good mom," he mentioned offhandedly one evening as you cleaned up after dinner. His eyes shamelessly raked over your body. "Got the hips for it, that's for sure."

You froze, heat prickling your cheeks at his brazen appraisal. Before you could formulate a flustered response, Kurapika simply continued.

"We should think about making that happen sometime. You know, for the clan's sake." He gave a nonchalant shrug, as if discussing something as mundane as laundry plans.

Your mouth opened and closed, utterly stunned by his audacious suggestion. But Kurapika didn't linger or acknowledge your discomfort. With a final weighted look, he turned and strode from the kitchen, leaving you rattled to your core.

The inappropriate remarks only escalated from there. Kurapika seemed to grab any available opportunity to leisurely speculate about you bearing his child in graphic detail.

"Pregnancy's gonna do amazing things for those breasts," he mused one morning while you brushed your hair. You could feel the heated trail of his stare lingering on your chest in the mirror's reflection.

You very nearly dropped the hairbrush, whipping around to gape at him in disbelief. Kurapika simply held your flustered glare, his expression infuriatingly impassive.

"What? Just being honest here," he stated with a casual shrug of his broad shoulders. "Don't act so scandalized. This is a big damn deal for preserving our people."

His dismissive indifference towards your obvious mortification only fanned the flames of your humiliation. You wanted to shriek at him, to demand he stop vocalizing such disturbingly personal thoughts. But Kurapika's piercing stare maintained its unwavering intensity, extinguishing any momentary flicker of outrage before it could take root.

You knew better than to protest his obsession. Raising objections now would only make his intentions that much more overt...and quite possibly hostile. The thought chilled you to your core.

So you suffered in whip-tailed silence as Kurapika's indelicate comments plagued nearly every interaction. No activity, no matter how innocuous, seemed off-limits for him to unsubtly speculate about you becoming his breeding mate in graphic vernacular. And with each new remark, you saw the feral glint smoldering brighter and brighter behind his slate irises.

It was only a matter of time before he outright admitted the depraved depths of his fixation upon you. You dreaded that inevitability, but decided playing meek and obedient remained the wisest strategy for self-preservation. At least until you could formulate an escape plan from under his obsessive watch.

You did your best to hide any discomfort at Kurapika's increasingly frank comments about you having his children. Outward protests only seemed to egg him on with even more graphic remarks. So you kept up a facade of calm obedience, hoping it might discourage him from acting on his unhealthy fixation.

But Kurapika wasn't so easily deterred. His obsession had morphed into an all-consuming hunger that chipped away at his restraint day by day. You saw the signs - his jaw clenching, fists balling up as he inwardly battled those urges. Sometimes you'd catch him staring at you with undisguised longing, his gaze hungrily tracing your curves.

It all came to a head one autumn night as you pretended to read, keenly aware of Kurapika's presence lingering nearby. The tension was suffocating, his pent-up intensity rolling off him in waves. Several times you felt him move closer, only to sense him forcibly checking himself. Finally, you decided to try excusing yourself to the bedroom.

The moment you stood up, Kurapika pounced with startling speed. In one fluid motion, he gripped your shoulders and shoved you back into the armchair, caging you in as he straddled your hips. His lithe body was coiled like a panther pinning its prey.

"Enough games," he growled, his voice low and gritty with want. "No more pretending."

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, taken aback by the naked hunger etched across his chiseled features. This wasn't the restrained Kurapika - this side of him was feral, unrestrained. Arousal and obsession burned in his dilated pupils.

He leaned in close, the hard planes of his body hovering over yours as his hot breath fanned your flushed cheeks. You could feel the thrum of his hammering heart against your own chest.

"You know how obsessed I am with continuing our legacy," Kurapika rasped with grit-toothed intensity. "I'll do whatever it takes."

One calloused hand fisted in your hair, wrenching your head back as he asserted his dominance. You instinctively froze, trembling at his overwhelming presence and display of power. Kurapika drank in your fear and captivation with a ruthless gleam.

"Don't fight it," he warned in a husky timbre. "By morning, you'll be pregnant with my kid whether you like it or not."

A shudder rippled through you at the grim finality of his words. Yet some primal part of your psyche still couldn't help responding to the masterful undercurrents of his seduction, your body warming despite your trepidation.

Kurapika's eyes narrowed, sensing that fractional flicker of reluctant arousal. With taunting slowness, he closed the gap until his lips hovered a hairsbreadth from yours. His tone took on a dangerous, velveteen purr.

"That's it...just accept what's going to happen," he murmured, the barest brush of his mouth against yours. "Don't fight my obsession growing inside you."

Then with a predator's swift strike, Kurapika's mouth crashed into yours with smothering, impatient desire. He hungrily devoured your gasp of surprise, his fervent onslaught of lush dominance overwhelming your senses.

His mouth moved hungrily against yours, hands roaming over your body as if mapping every curve. Kurapika broke the heated kiss for air, eyes glazed with undisguised longing.

"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you'd look pregnant?" he murmured with awestruck reverence.

One of his hands drifted down to splay possessively across your lower abdomen. Kurapika's gaze followed, drinking in the feminine plane as if he could somehow envision it swelling with new life.

"Carrying my child..." he continued in a hushed, wondrous tone. "Your body nurturing the next generation of our people."

He leaned in to trail feverish kisses along the slender column of your neck, causing you to shiver.

"It's all I've been able to think about," Kurapika rasped against your skin. "Just imagining how radiantly fertile you'd look, swollen with my baby..."

His hand stroked tantalizingly over your abdomen again as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your natural scent like an intoxicating elixir.

"I want that so damn badly," he admitted in a throaty rasp thick with yearning. "To see you heavy and glowing with our future growing inside."

Kurapika's kisses wandered across your jawline until his smoldering gaze locked onto yours again, pupils blown wide with naked obsession.

"Say you want it too," Kurapika pleaded, thumb tracing maddening circles low on your belly. "Tell me you'll let me put a baby in this luscious body..."

He drank in every microexpression flickering across your features with rapt focus, hanging on your every reaction. Kurapika leaned in closer until you were sharing the same heated breaths.

"Can't you just picture how incredible you'd look?" he murmured, voice strained with longing. "Tits getting heavy and full, that stomach finally swelling outward with our child growing inside..."

One of his hands cupped your breast almost reverently, like weighing the promise of its future maternal fullness. Kurapika's thumb brushed over your peaked nipple, drawing a soft gasp from you.

"Fuck...you'd be so unbelievably sexy carrying my baby," he groaned, utterly transfixed. "A goddess - all ripe, fertile curves and that beautiful glow mothers-to-be get."

He nuzzled his scruffy cheek against yours, peppering your jaw with open-mouthed kisses until you squirmed beneath him. Kurapika's palm stroked insistently over your abdomen again, as if willing his fantasies into reality through sheer habit.

"I can see it so clearly, feel how soft you'd be..." His voice dipped into a gravelly timbre. "Just imagine me waking you up with a nice, hard fuck every morning. How many times would I have to breed you before it finally took?"

A jolt of arousal coursed through you, your cunt clenching at his crude, possessive words. You bit back a whimper as Kurapika's hand snaked down between your thighs. His fingers expertly sought the sensitive nub of your clit, coaxing it with languid strokes.

"Maybe I'd just stay buried inside you all night," he growled, grinding his stiffening cock into your hip. "Keep that pussy nice and filled up with my cum, see if that does the trick..."

Your eyelids fluttered shut as Kurapika continued stroking your sensitive folds, his other hand kneading your breast. You felt utterly lost in the haze of his carnal need, swept away by his possessive lust.

"Fuck, that's the sexiest thought," he rasped, grinding his bulge against you. "Imagining you all stuffed and swollen with my kid, knowing I'd bred you..."

Kurapika's lips sought yours, tongue slipping inside to explore and claim. You whimpered into his kiss, helpless to the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. He finally broke the kiss, his eyes smoldering with naked want.

He didn’t say anything, just studied your features intently as he slowly unzipped his fly. Kurapika's hand disappeared beneath his trousers, pulling his rock-hard length free. He gave himself a few languid pumps, hissing softly at the contact.

You stared, transfixed. His cock was just as you imagined - thick and veiny, pulsing with a hungry need to plant his seed.

"Go on...feel it," he ordered gruffly.

Your hand reached out on instinct, fingertips ghosting tentatively over the engorged flesh. Kurapika let out a hiss, his hips bucking into your touch. You felt a thrill at his response, a surge of feminine satisfaction.

He pressed his cock firmly into your palm, forcing you to curl your fingers around the warm girth. You stroked him experimentally, relishing the velvety-smooth skin stretched tight over his pulsating hardness. Kurapika let out a guttural moan, eyes fluttering shut as his head lolled back in pleasure.

"Get a good look, honey ," he purred. "This is what's gonna put a baby inside you."

His hands reached out to grasp your hips, yanking you down on the armchair until you were splayed before him. Your dress rode up to your waist, exposing your slick-drenched cunt to his ravenous gaze.

Kurapika's cock bobbed excitedly at the sight, already drooling an obscene amount of pre-cum. He gripped your hips, dragging you flush against him. The swollen head nudged your soaked slit, smearing its sticky promise against your heat.

"Gonna make you a mommy tonight," he breathed, eyes glazed with lust. "My sexy little wife, full and round with my kid."

With that, he plunged inside your cunt in one rough, impatient thrust. You cried out as his thick cock stretched you impossibly full. It was a delicious, overwhelming ache, like your body was being molded and shaped to his whims.

Kurapika set a punishing pace, fucking you with relentless intensity. He was like a man possessed, driven by a singular purpose. His hands dug into your hips, nails scoring your skin.

You clutched desperately at his broad shoulders, fingers raking his skin. You were completely overwhelmed by the sensation of him dominating your body, filling you up over and over again with his need.

Kurapika's face was contorted with lust, eyes screwed shut as he pounded into you. His breath came in ragged gasps, sweat-slick chest heaving with exertion. You could feel the raw urgency in his movements, the desperate need to spill his seed deep inside.

Your fingers threaded through his silken hair, gripping the roots as you held his fevered gaze. Kurapika's eyes widened, pupils blown wide with arousal at the display of submission. He gave a guttural groan, his pace faltering as he struggled to stave off his imminent release.

"So fucking sexy," he growled, teeth gritted as he fought to hold himself back. He pistoned into you harder, deeper. His thumb reached down to furiously circle your swollen clit. "Come on, honey. Let me hear you scream..."

You arched into him, the friction of his thumb on your sensitive nub and cock pistoning into your cunt pushing you towards the edge. Kurapika's hips slammed into yours with bruising force, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his orgasm neared.

You felt yourself teetering on the edge, body tensing with anticipation. His hand gripped your thigh, hiking it higher for deeper penetration. That last bit of delicious pressure was all you needed to send you careening over the edge.

Your walls clenched around him, milking his throbbing cock. You came with a strangled cry, body spasming as you squirted onto his cock. Kurapika gave a ragged gasp, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release.

With one final, primal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. You felt the warmth of his seed flooding your womb, painting your inner walls with his virility. Thick, creamy spurts of cum filled you to the brim, his cock pulsing and twitching as he emptied every last drop.

Kurapika's hips rolled languidly into yours, prolonging the aftershocks of his climax. You clung to him, legs trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. Your bodies were entwined, sweat-slick skin pressed flush against each other.

As the haze of lust ebbed away, Kurapika's gaze softened, taking on an adoring warmth. He caressed your cheek, his voice thick with emotion.

"I hope I got you pregnant," Kurapika murmured, voice hushed with naked longing. He leaned down to trail openmouthed kisses along the column of your neck.

"Can you imagine?" he rasped against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Your belly swelling with our child, my obsession made flesh and blood?"

He nuzzled the crook of your neck, inhaling your mingled scents with an almost spiritual reverence. When Kurapika pulled back to meet your gaze again, his eyes were alight with feverish yearning.

"I'm going to dote on you relentlessly," he vowed in a low rasp. "Worship every curve, every new glow you get from carrying my baby."

His palm stroked over your lower abdomen, fingertips committing every plane and whisper of definition to memory.

"You'll let me, won't you?" Kurapika's tone edged towards pleading. "Let me obsess over you morning, noon, and night while you nurture our offspring?"

He dipped down to trail reverent, openmouthed kisses along the valley between your breasts.

"These are going to swell up so full and ripe..." he muttered thickly, voice muffled against your fevered skin. "I can't wait to taste how sweet your milk will be."

Kurapika's smoldering gaze met yours again, pupils blown wide with naked obsession. His hand splayed possessively over your abdomen once more, relishing the possibility of it bearing new life.

"Just stay right here with me and make my fantasy a reality," he rasped, the barest hint of a plea entering his gravelly timbre. "Let me put a baby in you and finally satisfy this all-consuming obsession."

His thumb stroked over the hint of your hipbone, gaze following the motion with rapturous focus.

"I'll take care of you both..." Kurapika vowed, voice dropping to a rugged murmur. "Mind, body, and spirit - you'll want for nothing beyond my total devotion."

With that, he sealed his promise with a searing, breathtaking kiss that made his singular obsession for impregnating you resoundingly clear.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Can you do one where kurapika asks his s/o to sit on his face while he eats them out?? If that's okay!

(Also this is my first request so I'm so sorry if it's not good😭)

“… come again?”

You as your boyfriend blushed furiously, tracing circles into your bare thigh. “D-don’t make me ask again…”

Kurapika pouted a bit, you weren’t used to seeing him this shy!

He had just looked up at you, his scarlet eyes shining and his face red as he asked you that question that had your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Sit on my face, princess.”

Your own cheeks grew warm, and you settled on top of him. Kurapika was quick to move into position, desperate to get to your pussy and taste you.

As you hovered over his face, he rubbed your thighs, gently pulling you closer. “I said sit, don’t hover. Sit on my face.”

With that you finally settled, feeling hsi tongue lap against your cunt before burying itself into your folds. His hot breath fanned against your warm cunt, making your clit twitch.

“K-Kurapika!”

You grabbed hold of his blonde locks, and he slowly guided your hips, helping you ride his face. Feeing your plump thighs squishing against your cheeks and your juices flow down his throat was the pinnacle of pleasure.

His cock twitched from the confines of his boxers, begging to be released, but he focused on your pleasant weight atop him, how your hips moved on your own now.

He nuzzled his nose against your clit, inhaling your sent as his tongue continued to fuck in and out of you. Soon he could feel you clenching around him, covering his face in your cum.

It took you a while to recover, but Kurapika wasn’t done with you yet. He continued to overstimulate your poor cunt until you were a blubbering mess, only able to buck your hips as he held onto your thighs, keeping you there.

Your brain was too fuzzy, pussy too desperate to be filled to protest when he finally settled you down and fucked into you, his cock now buried in your warmth.

He had never came so much before, but he shot koaf after load into you, his lips on your neck and shoulder sucking hard.

Kurapika was a hungry man, desperate to please you, even if it was to the point of tears.

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NSFW TAGLIST: @adissonsss @lightshowerrr @snugglyshoji @mssmil3y

[dark-konohagakure2]

Request: could you maybe write about Kurapika obsessed with breeding his sister to restore his clan?

tw: incest, brother/sister, dubcon, breeding, manipulation, obsession, rough sex, mating press, isolation, victim blaming

All characters depicted are 18+

Kurapika has never been the same since the entire Kurta Clan was slaughtered by the spiders, except for him and his younger sister, ever since that fateful day he's been obsessed with two things; retrieving the Scarlet Eyes, and protecting his sister, his biggest responsibility, his only family left, his entire world.

His obsession with vengeance dies down slightly once he meets his friends, but it never fully goes away, always being on his mind when he's away from the group, and the obsession will reignite tenfold after the incident in Yorknew which nearly got his precious friends killed, and with that his obsession with his sister will increase too.

Kurapika will keep his sister on an excruciatingly short leash from that point onward, never letting her out of his sight for prolong periods of time, not wanting to risk his dear sister's safety. Unfortunately for her, Kurapika will begin to project his desire to restore his clan onto his sister, deciding to use her as a vessel for that goal.

He isn't a horrible brute that would harm his sister for his lust, even if he's going to have to get a bit rough with her due to her struggling and squirming, Kurapika will speak gently to her, even when he's holding her down, thighs pinned against her heaving chest as he fucks her into her raw.

"Fuck, p-please stop moving... This is for your own good, for the good of our clan... You don't want to be a failure to our clan, do you..?"

Kurapika is fucking her for procreation, not pleasure, so he isn't very considerate of how rough he's being when he slams his hips against her's. He doesn't go out of his way to cause her pain and discomfort, instead seeing any discomfort she voices as an unfortunate but wholly necessary side effect of their clan's restoration.

He hates to have to hurt his sister, but she just won't stop moving and struggling under his assault, all that crying and thrashing is making it hard for him to be gentle with her, so he'll have to pin her down with all his weight as he fucks her. Having to resort to such drastic measures because of her uncooperative behavior hurts him a lot more than it hurts her, and he's sure to let her know that.

The sensation of both fucking his own sister and taking the first step to rebuild his clan is too much for Kurapika to ignore, his usually black eyes glowing a vibrant scarlet from the intense feelings he's experiencing, both physical and emotional, and when Kurapika sees that his sister's own eyes have also turned a bright scarlet, the same as his own, it turns Kurapika on even more.

Kurapika loves his sister, he really and truly does, even if his actions speak otherwise. How could he not love her? She's his only family left and the only remnant of their slaughtered blan besides himself. She's their clan's future, and he'll be sure to let her know just how much he adores her when she's filling her up with cum.

"Shhh, shhh, just take it... I know it hurts for now, but you're a good girl, I know you can take it, that's why your big brother loves you so much..."

Kurapika might be obsessive, but he isn't delusional, he knows that his sister is likely going to fear and resent him after this, but he's also an optimist at heart, and he believes that her opinion will change once she brings a baby or two into the world.

[uravitypng]

ghost kurapika x (chubby) reader

KINKTOBER: voyeurism + multiple orgasms

word count: 2.1k words / mdni ! 18 i got really carried away while writing this so that's why it's this long, it was meant to be under 1k asdfghksg. kurapika has some yandere tendencies in this xoxo

when kurapika was still alive he was driven by revenge, his afterlife is fuelled by you. kurapika resents the living and whenever someone new enters his home with cardboard boxes piled high in their arms and a key in the door he wants them to leave. when you came through the door tripping over your own feet and reading out loud a to-do list of things you need to buy he thought exactly the same as all those other times.

then it changed. it wasn't a sudden change, it was gradual. people normally don't want to stay long but for you it's been two years. normally his 'visitors' leave after a while of his hauntings but you've stuck around and now he doesn't want you to go.

in fact now he doesn't even want you to leave the house, the outside world is dangerous and he knows that more than most. you're too delicate and fragile and he can't keep you safe when you leave.

you really like where you live although you feel at times you're being watched... it's not a particularly bad feeling though...

that suspicion you have will be confirmed soon.

kurapika wants to look after you, he watches you while you sleep to make sure you don't get nightmares and watches the door for intruders. he cares for you like he does his clan. everything is platonic, he's never thought of you that way, you're like family.

whenever you'd get changed he'd look away or leave the room but one day he overheard you on the phone complaining about how you slipped in the shower and fell down, luckily you only fell and didn't hit your head and get concussion. kurapika hears this and worries, the next day he's following you into the bathroom to make sure you're safe the entire time.

you lift off your top and throw it into the laundry basket. he was supposed to look away until you get in the shower and the steam surrounded your body but he didn't look away, he didn't even turn after seeing what you were doing. he didn't take his eyes off you as your soft stomach and full breasts get exposed, not wearing a bra because why would you? you're at home. he didn't take his eyes off you when you lowered your leggings down and your thighs come into view. he never looked away from your body as you climbed in the shower and he moved closer to you to 'keep a closer watch on you.' really moving closer made it easier to see you through the steam. he never looked away as water dripped down your skin and you stepped out the shower wrapping a fluffy towel around you.

this started his constant watching, now he's seen you he couldn't look away. the smell of passionfruit fills the bathroom as he takes in your soapy plump body in the shower, your hands running along your body covered in body-wash and hair wet from the shampoo. kurapika presses the palm of his hand over his trousers and groans your name, imagining you stroking him and imagines him helping you in the shower, taking over the task of getting you clean.

after you come home, obviously tired, from a long day, you'll get changed straight away into pyjamas and as you undo your bra with your heavy breasts now free and you moan in pleasure and relief, no more underwire along your body and knowing that you don't have to leave again for the day. kurapika nearly chocks on his own spit as you moan in relief.

when you bend over or stand on your tipy-toes all he can think about is taking you right then and there. as you bend over the sofa to reach the tv remote your top slivers up and everything is on display, it would be so easy to touch you, 'if only ghosts could.' he throws his head back as he comes imagining fucking you right there.

kurapika watches you as you put on a pretty dress and his eyes turn red with worry, 'where are you going?' 'it's late outside.' 'you're too pretty to be alone.'

as you leave kurapika waits by the door, his fist are clenched and he wants you to come home, it's dark out. his mind is racing with hundreds of thoughts, wishing that you'd come home. 'what if he lost you? what if you never came back? he can't lose anyone else.'

hours later he watches you stumble in through the door and he can smell alcohol on your breath. 'is this where you've been, out drinking? what if you got hurt?'

you kick off your shoes and fling yourself in your bed, your arm covering your face and wriggling off your dress. kurapika frowns. his frown turns into pink cheeks as you move your hand under your underwear and whine as you make contact with your clit. kurapika sits on the bed next to you and watches as your face scrunch up, his hand itches to touch you.

he's been content with watching but you've never done this before, or at least he's never seen you do it and he wants to do it for you. he didn't think he'll ever be able to touch you or talk to you but as he puts his hand on your hip you whelp. he didn't expect you to feel anything but you clearly did.

you know you felt something, a cold hand against you. you may have been out drinking tonight but you're only tipsy, and getting more sober, you definitely felt something. you freeze. "is-is anyone there?" your friends would call you crazy talking to yourself but you always feel like someone's watching you, you never feel alone, you always feel like someone's sitting next to you. "i sound ridiculous," you mumble but your mumble is cut short when your breath hitches as you feel that cold sensation again, this time up and down your hip, almost in a soothing matter.

'if i can touch her what else can i do? what if i really concentrate?' carefully swinging his legs over you and resting above you he kisses the side of your neck. you shiver not expecting it and buck your hips up, feeling someone on top of you. you should be alarmed but you're not. somewhere in the back of your head you're always had a suspicion that you weren't alone but you buried the thought down.

kurapika smirks as you move under him and shiver, liking the effect he has on you. he needs you. he wants you to see him. you gasp and your eyes are wide. a man is above you. a very pretty man, blonde hair and cloudy grey eyes that are looking down at you fondly, his gaze makes your cheeks heat up. a singular drop earring hanging down his face.

he knows you can see him as you gasp and make eye contact. "h-hello." you say quietly and he smiles,

"hello my love." you're bashful but feel safe all at once. you've never felt safer in anyone's company. "i'm so glad you can finally see me darling." before you can say anything else kurapika is kissing your neck again making you shiver and running his hands along your body. he fiddles with the hem of your underwear, "can i?"

immediately you hum in confirmation, not caring if you sound needy and you do, making kurapika happy with the knowledge that you need him. you'll stay here with him.

you lift your hips up to help him and he pulls them down. kurapika kisses your neck one last time before moving between your pillowy thighs, opening them wider with his hand and making his way down your body with his lips, kissing your chest and rib, your tummy and your hip, all the way down to your pussy where he opens up your pussy lips with his hand making you moan loudly and he smirks. the temperature of his hands on you mixed with the air that's now blowing on you makes your senses heightened. with his hands on you he flicks your clit gently with his tongue making you breathe heavily, wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking making your laboured breathing turn into loud moans. it doesn't take long for you to come but kurapika doesn't give you a break, touching you again, this time pushing two fingers inside of you and making you scream.

"feel good darling?" you nod your head rapidly as he continuously hits your gspot with his long fingers, his thumb stays on your clit and rubs it. you come again.

by this point his cock is so hard that it's hurting but he doesn't want to stop not yet. he makes you come one more time on his fingers while you screech and lifts himself up so he's looking at you. "i'm going to fuck you now love." he kisses your temple, sweaty after so many orgasms. at some point he must of taken off his trousers but you didn't see. you don't know where they went either so who's to question ghost logic and rules.

kurapika takes your hand in his and lays them next to your head before slowly pushing into you. you gasp at the sheer size of him even after so many orgasms and foreplay. when he is in you fully he waits and pauses for you to feel comfortable, and leans close to your ear. "i'll make you feel so good my darling but you've got to say my name okay."

"okay, pretty boy." his cheeks are pink as you call him pretty boy. when he was still alive people would ask him if he was a girl, and say he looked feminine he used to hate that and he thought he would hate someone calling him pretty but when you said it he didn't hate it. not at all.

"kurapika," he tells you his name, smiling and you repeat it. he liked pretty boy but nothing beats you saying his name, it sounds so perfect coming out of your mouth. he's never loved anyone saying his name as much since his klan was murdered. you go to tell him your name but he interrupts you, "i know who you are darling. is it okay if i move now?"

"yes. please kurapika, please move," you reply breathlessly and he listens to what you want as he starts moving, rocking his hips gently and squeezing your hands.

"i'm so thankful i can touch you," he kisses you shoulder and his thrusts stay the same. he seems composed but he wants you badly, he'll take it slow though and make sure you get treated how you should be treated- like a queen.

he's not the most experienced in the world, he never cared much about sex, it wasn't a priority when he was alive but he will make you feel good, he'll make sure of it. you feel so wet and warm that it's making him lightheaded but he grounds himself by squeezing your hands.

you don't stop moaning and whimpering his name all night as he makes you come over and over again as you plead for a break but at this point he doesn't let up, holding your plush thighs in one of his hands and keeping it over his shoulder. "can't take no more! please 'pika can't come again."

"yes you can darling, you can give me another one." and you do. another one and another one and another one.

just as he's about to come a image flashes through his head of you swollen with his baby, a baby with beautiful red eyes, the kurta clan has a chance with you.

ropes of white shoot into you as he comes and you're shocked at how warm it is because the rest of him is cold. he groans and his grip on you tightens as he orgasms. kurapika stays inside you for a minute before slowly pulling out not wanting you to suddenly feel empty. if it's also plugging up you full of his cum then that's just a byproduct...

when he pulls out he gives you a chaste kiss where you go to chase it reaching up higher to kiss him, he lets you kiss him and mumbles against your lips, "i love you."

[kurokawaia]

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DECEMBER 1 - DAZAI OSAMU (2k+)

MAIN KINK :: GUNPLAY ╰┈➤ extra kinkss; slight choking, overstimulation

WARNINGS :: yandere? dazai, controlling, Forced confinement, psychological manipulation, power imbalance, dark themes, dubious consent, overstimulation, gunplay, getting fucked by a gun on a desk, mean!dazai, slight choking, sucking the gun + more

fandom: bungo stray dogs

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MAIN KINK :: Dry humping ╰┈➤ extra kinks: handjob, blow job (oral -> male receiving)

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fandom: attack on titan

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MAIN KINK :: BONDAGE ╰┈➤ extra kinks; marking, biting

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fandom: hunter x hunter

DECEMBER 7 - UCHIHA SASUKE (1.1k+)

MAIN KINK :: SOMNOPHILIA ╰┈➤ extra kinks; breeding

WARNINGS :: x fem reader, somnophilia, sex while you are asleep, piv, cervix fucking?, breeding, consent is given before hand, no protection

fandom: naruto

DECEMBER 9 - SAKURAYASHIKI KOARU (CHERRY) (2k+)

MAIN KINK :: MASTER DYNAMICS ╰┈➤ extra kinks; painting, degradation, praise

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fandom: sk8 the infinity

DECEMBER 11 - KURAPIKA KURTA (1.6k+)

MAIN KINK :: FACE SITTING ╰┈➤ extra kinks; chain usage, overstimulation, praise

WARNINGS :: afab, x fem reader, face sitting, chain usage, overstimulation, praise, oral -> female receiving, cunnilingus, bondage (chains), restriction of movement (chains), slight temperature play? (chains), cervix kissing/fucking, fingering + more

fandom: hunter x hunter

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MAIN KINK :: VOYUERISM ╰┈➤ extra kinks; degradation

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fandom: death note

DECEMBER 15 - KENPACHI ZARAKI (900+)

MAIN KINK :: SIZE DIFFERENCE ╰┈➤ extra kinks; breeding, rough sex

WARNINGS :: afab, x fem reader, size kink, rough sex, manhandling, no protection, breeding, reader is shorter, reader is smaller than kenny, misogyny?? kenny likes how your his wife, how you prodive the food for him etc.. + more

fandom: bleach

DECEMBER 17 - AGATSUMA ZENITSU

MAIN KINK :: FOODPLAY ╰┈➤ extra kinks; bondage, praise, titty fuck

WARNINGS :: afab reader, x fem! reader, foodplay, maple syrup, titty fuck, bondage, restriction, praise, sub!zenitsu, oral-> male recieving + more

fandom: demon slayer

DECEMBER 19 - LAN WANGJI

MAIN KINK :: DOM/SUB DYNAMICS ╰┈➤ extra kinks; bondage, cnc, biting, size kink, cockwarming

WARNINGS :: afab reader, x fem! reader, bondage, cnc, size ink, cockwarming, overstimulation, smaller!reader, timid!shy!reader, dom/sub dynamics + more

fandom: mo dao zu shi/the grandmaster of demonic cultivation

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MAIN KINK :: THIGH FUCKING ╰┈➤ extra kinks; marking/biting

WARNINGS :: afab reader, x fem! reader, nsfw, thigh kink, mating press, slightly rough sex, piv, prone bone, no protection, cum eating, slight manhandling, implied orgasm denial

fandom: tokyo revengers

DECEMBER 24 - AIZEN SOSUKE (2.8k+)

MAIN KINK :: BABY TRAPPING ╰┈➤ Breeding, yandere, manipulation, coercion

WARNINGS :: x fem reader, afab, yandere, coercion, manipulation, baby trapping, no protection, missionary, fingering, cervix kissing, NC cumming inside, + more

fandom: bleach

DECEMBER 25 - UCHIHA MADARA (3.7k+)

MAIN KINK :: CORRUPTION ╰┈➤ extra kinks; virginity taking, discrimination, breeding, degradation

WARNINGS :: corruption, virginity taking, discrimination, breeding, size kink, madara is mean, degradation, x fem reader, restraining (using hands), prone bone, slight choking? afab, she/her terms, reader is timid / shy / scared / inferior / shorter than madara, CNC, Old ideologies regarding birth! + more

fandom: naruto

Schedule : (UTC +8 time !!) will be posted 4:00pm every stated date

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[spaceydoo]

MAKE HIM MOAN

feitan may seem like a man of a few words but when you’re in bed he knows every word in the dictionary to turn you on. it’s like he’s a completely different person when he’s pounding you into oblivion.

“ah- shit you feel so warm” feitan says as you slowly start going down on his dick in riding position as he layed down flat on his back. you said you would be the dominant one this time just to try something new which he honestly didn’t care about. as long as he was getting fucked, he was happy.

you were completely in him at this point but just to mess with him a little you planted kisses on his lips to see his reaction of you not moving. he wanted to fuck into you badly but didn’t cuz he’s a man of his word. sometimes.

“the fuck are you doing.” he said staring at you coldly. you didn’t want him take over just yet by making him mad so you started grinding first then started bouncing like no tomorrow. you leaned back grabbing his legs for support and continued to bounce.

“you’re so fucking tight- ah- you’re doing such a good- job” he said in between moans. you wanted to mess with him more by stopping him from cumming by slowing down drastically because he stopped your orgasm the last time you had sex.

“did i tell you to stop? keep on going. what? you can’t handle it? guess i’ll have too fuck you silly myself to teach you a lesson.” he said as he sat up, you still being in him. he did break his promise about you being the dominant one but at that moment he didn’t care. he then grabbed your waist and moved your hips up and down on his cock at crazy speed, earning multiple moans from you. you wrapped your legs around him to feel him better as feitan stared into your eyes.

“you like when i fuck you silly? yeah? tell me how much you want it.”

“i wan- i want- ah”

“speak up princess so i know what you want.”

“i want you to fuck me stupid fei!” you said moaning out loud.

feitan always seemed to know exactly where to fuck you to make you collapse and he loved seeing you crumble in his touch.

your eyes were rolled back enjoying the noises your pussy was making and his dick touching all the right places. fei was sweating and looked dazed by aware at the same. his moans and praises were sending you off the edge and his high was coming as well. your body looked so beautiful to him he hugged you and hid his face in the crook of your neck as he came in you muttering praises and moans while your orgasm came as well.

“i love you so much y/n- mhh ah-“ he struggled to say in between moans. he never expressed this much love to you in bed which caught you off guard. all your juices soaked his cock as you finished cumming.

“princess look at the mess you made. don’t worry ill clean you up.” you we’re still panting when you got off him and layed on the bed.

“what was all the moaning about? you should do that more often it’s hot” you said as you finally regained your senses.

he shot you menacing a glare signaling to you to shut the fuck up which you instantly did.

he brought you a towel and cleaned you and him up. he stared at you the whole time which made you a little embarrassed when you were going to grab the sheets to cover your self when he stopped you.

“i just love staring at my girlfriend what’s the big issue? i’ve seen you like this many times.” he knew he was getting you flustered and he thought it was so amusing.

“nothings wrong i just don’t like you staring.” you said with an attitude.

“drop the attitude.” feitan said as he glared at you

“or else what fei?” you said in a joking tone to get under his skin

“or i will fuck it out of you”

let’s just say that attitude of yours was never seen again after this

[mamayan]

I would love to see your thoughts on Kurapika 👀 what kind of yandere would he be? I personally think he’s the protective type that wants his darling to be happy despite kidnapping her

Good question Nonnie~

tw: NSFW • Yandere Themes • Toxic Mindset • Manipulation • Isolation • Paranoia • Mentions of Sex

Kurapika is a delusional and paranoid type yandere.

With his strong sense of justice, Kurapika feels wholly disgusted when his feelings of love take a darker turn into obsession and infatuation. So much so that he in fact, simply denies it is happening at all. He will justify every action he makes even if confronted about it.

Leorio or Gon may be the ones who try to talk sense into him, but he truly can’t see anything wrong with his actions. He wasn’t stalking you, he was walking you home… without your knowledge. He never hurt those guys who picked on you, he gave them a stern talking to… after drowning them in their own blood. He believes each and every action is for your benefit, whether you see it or not.

He also views you as incompetent, incapable of caring for yourself properly and therefore in need of him. Kurapika seeks purpose and use, so he finds a darling who can fulfill that or creates a situation in which they do. It’s not hard for a Pro-Hunter to make a regular little civilian’s life miserable and unlivable. He truly doesn’t have to do anything to make your job go up in smoke, your home, your friends and family. He sees it at his right to do so as well, he’s your protector and provider in his mind.

That being said, if his darling is cooperative and responsive, he’s likely the most reasonable type of yandere there is. To reciprocate his love and buy into his strange paranoia, his darling will be given almost as normal as a life as they can hope. Kurapika isn’t jealous of others, he’s worried they’ll harm you. He’s worried he’ll lose you most of all, so if you willingly stick close, reassure him, then he’s as close to a normal lover as you can get with a yandere.

The opposite remains true too though, because if his darling doesn’t give in, if they fight back at every turn? He becomes almost manic with stress and is likely to have a mental break. If your constant pushing throws him over the edge, he’s likely to snap and just imprison you. Take you into a basement and lock you up until you break. It’s easier if you’re compliant, and it will make his heart ache, but he’s a stubborn man and is willing to make that sacrifice for your safety.

Kurapika does draw the line at physically harming you. He’s a gentle lover through and through, and even sex with him is as such. He’s a service top at best, a switch leaning most of the time. If he trusts you, he’ll give up control for you if you’re being intimate. He likes you on top, riding him, because it feels like you want him all to yourself like that. He also enjoys sitting up with you in his lap too, the intimacy so much deeper for him and his cock inside of you. He’s also a hand holder, whether it’s with him on top or while you ride him and he offers his hand as a stabilizer for you to bounce easier. Either way, he likes holding your hand.

As a yandere, I’d say Kurapika falls under a 3/10 in the danger level. He does love you, but he doesn’t trust you either.

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

[brivinty]

LOVE SOSA..? THESE B!TCHES ♡ SOSA! ★

Featuring; SPY! Kurapika x SPY! Reader (female)

— Masterlist —

TW; implied that Kurapika is a little bit of a pervert, smut with somewhat plot, multiple orgasms (f), overstimulation, degradation, praise, mirror sex, and orgasm denial. Summary: You're an undercover spy that works for Kurapika to get The Kurta Clans Eyes from specific areas, though the outfits you wear are a little too much for Kurapika's liking.

| Reqs Open | (Bye I was gone for like a month, but I'm back so...)(Like I have so many drafts on my notes that I just refuse to finish...)

You were in the passenger seat of the car suiting up, Kurapika was driving while giving you a rundown of today's mission. “Listen, this is gonna be difficult, I need you to hack into the second floor, no other floor, just the second floor,” Kurapika said looking at you from the corner of his eye watching the way your thighs spilled out your high-slit dress. “Why only the second floor?” You asked packing your guns underneath the covered part of the dress. “Because I said so,” Kurapika states sassily. “Jeez ok, no need to get snappy” you state pulling down the sun visor, and checking if your necklace is straight.

“Why are you always wearing that showy dress,” Kurapika asks stopping at the red light and leaning back in his seat. “Because I like it, and it matches with your suit!” You whine as he sighs chuckling to himself. “Ok I get it, but it’s just, don’t you ever feel cold?” He asked and you laugh at his question. “Can’t be cold when my blood is coursing through my veins.” You say before turning around and bending over the seat to get something out of the back of the car.

Kurapika almost let out a groan seeing your ass snug against the dress, he felt his dick spur underneath his slacks, and he quickly snapped his head the other way brushing a hand through his hair. Once you sat back down taking your heels from the back you looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. “You, ok? You look uneasy.” You ask clipping your heels onto your feet. “M’fine, someone just pissed me off.” He said and you shrugged at him before pulling your phone out. The rest of the ride was silent, the only thing heard were sounds coming from your phone.

Once you two made it there you threw your shawl over your shoulders, smiling seeing Kurapika open the car door for you. “Awh, how gentleman-like of you.” You tease making him roll his eyes at you. You two walked your hand locking around his, you could feel eyes on the two of you as you walked in. “So much for undercover.” You muttered under your breath. “What?” Kurapika whispered back at you as you two sat down at a table waiting for the speech to start. “Hisoka, over there.” You said and Kurapika didn’t make too much of a show but quickly flickered his eyes over to see Hisoka next to Illumi, and he gruffed seeing Hisoka eye him as well.

“Don’t think much of it, ignore it,” Kurapika said and you nodded. Once the speech was over you and Kurapika got up and saw the target, he pulled you by the small of your back pressing you up against him. You bit back a moan feeling his grip on you. He leaned down towards your ear. “Sorry, found the target, get to the second floor, don’t make it suspicious.” He whispered his breath fanning your ear. He fixed the top of your dress before slipping an earpiece into your ear and walking away from you. You let out a deep breath. ‘What the fuck was that about?!’ You thought to yourself, feeling your panties slowly dampen.

You made your way upstairs but were shocked to be met with a guard, you were quick to gun him down stepping on his earpiece before finally making it upstairs. You quickly hacked into the room, sighing contently when you found the eyes safely placed on the table. You quickly grabbed it but were shocked to feel a pair of hands wrap around your neck and cover your mouth. You struggled to escape until you heard a gunshot and the hands let go of you. You quickly turn to see Kurapika stuffing his gun back in his pocket.

“What would you do without me huh?” He said with a smirk before looking at the eyes and inspecting them. You rolled your eyes at him, too dazed to respond to him. He nodded before grabbing it and walking away. “Are you not gonna tell me thank you?” You sassed and he looked at you from over his shoulder and smiled. “Thanks.” He quickly said as you two made your way up the stairs. You two finally made it to the roof and he placed the eyes carefully into a bag, putting on his parachute. “There’s no way we’re flying down.” You state and he looks over at you questioning you with his look.

“Uh, yea?” Kurapika said grabbing you by the waist. “We’re not doing that, no way!” You argue trying to get him to let go, but he was quick to tighten his grip on you and jump off the roof, gliding on the way to the car. You yelled before quickly wrapping your legs around his waist and putting your hands around his neck. “I fucking hate you for this!” You squeal out your eyes squeezed shut. “You’ll get over it.” Kurapika was quick to reply rolling his eyes.

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You two made it into the car and you let out a sigh, happy to be on land and not in the air. Kurapika started to drive and you both were startled when you heard a gunshot, bullets flying toward the car. You were quick to get up and stand on top of the center console, opening the sunroof and taking your gun out. You shot at them until you saw multiple people come into sight. “Drive! Fuck! Drive!!” You yelled at Kurapika and he started speeding away. You quickly sat back down into your seat panting trying to get a good look through the rearview mirror.

“Turn to a hotel or something!” You yelled and he makes a sharp turn swerving into a corner and you sighed when they drove past you two. Kurapika then drove to a hotel and you two got out taking the eyes and putting them in a briefcase to avoid suspicion. “Yes, a room for two please,” Kurapika said and the lady nodded giving them a key. “Please enjoy your stay, and don’t forget to check out after!” She told you two as you both walked to the elevator. “I’m gonna take a hot bath and a long nap.” You say and Kurapika chuckles. “Same here.”

And you rolled your eyes. “Don’t be a liar, you’ll shower, makes more mission plans, then read a book, then go to bed.” You say and he laughs. “You’re right, but I’m genuinely tired today,” Kurapika says, but that’s all just a lie, he’s not tired he’s just hiding his hard cock from being seen by you.

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You two walked into the hotel room, but your jaws slacked when you saw that there was only one bed. “I call dibs” You were quick to say and Kurapika snapped his head towards you. “What?? I saved you today, so I should get it.” He retaliated. “Ok yea? But I saved our car from getting bullet fucked!” You yelled and he rolled his eyes. The two of you eyed each other, then the bed, then each other again. You both dashed to the bed pushing each other out of the way. “Ha!” You yelled your body on the bed before his and Kurapika groaned before pulling you off and slamming his body onto the bed before letting out a sigh of relief. “I relaxed on it first though.”

“That doesn't count!” You yelled before trying to pull him off the bed but you ending up tripping and landing on top of him your head in his chest and your hips and back slightly arched. Kurapika looked at you before groaning, this time not being able to bite it back. “F-fuck sorry!” You stuttered before getting up but landing on your ass, which made you land on his crotch, and you could feel his hard-on poke at your cunt. You moaned out and the two of you looked at each other eyes blown out wide. “A-are you gonna— fuck— get off..?” Kurapika asked trying his best not to move, because if he did he’d probably cum in his pants.

“Are you hard right now?” You asked and he groaned at you before rolling his eyes. “Did you get hard looking at one of the ladies’s during our mission..?” You teasingly said and he groaned giving you a disgusted look. “No, I barely even looked at anyone while I was there except for the target.” He said and you looked up thinking. “And the only person you talked to was me? Which means..? You’re hard for me?” You said giving him a seductive look, a hint of lust dusted in your eyes.

He looked away from your eyes sitting up but you quickly pushed him down. “You are hard for me, aren't you? Do I get you excited?” You asked leaning over to get next to his ear. “What do you want me to say y/n..?” He asked breathlessly his hand finding its way to your waist. If you were gonna tease, he might as well tease back. “I dunno, whatever you wanna say blondie.” You replied your breath hitched, feeling his hands travel around your lower area. “Yea, I got hard because of you.” He growled in your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek. “You and this damn outfit.” He muttered grabbing the plush of your ass and slapping it before kneading it.

You yelped your body jolting. You felt him rub your ass before traveling down to your thighs, gripping them. “I wish you could see what I was seeing, anytime you fucking bent over, I was so close to seeing -- fuck-- everything,” Kurapika said, and you moaned when his hand went to your inner thigh. “Don’t you think I’m a good boy for looking away?” He asked you, turning his head to look you in your eyes. “Tell me I’m good.” The blonde said his hand grabbing onto your throat, not too tight. “You’re such a good boy Blondie..” you muttered, your cheeks flushed red. You could feel his hands roaming around down to your clothed pussy and you shuttered when his hand skipped past it just barely.

“Fuck blondie… either you fuck me right now, or-“You didn’t get to finish your sentence because you were cut off by him kissing you roughly. “Tell me you want it, I won’t touch you anywhere unless you say it.” He said and you whined, trying to back your ass onto his hand annoyed when he moved it away. “I want it…” You whined out and groaned when you caught him smirking you. “Your so annoying.” You say and he laughs at you, his hand making its way to your waist. He swiftly spun you onto your back. Before littering kisses down your neck, you tilted your head to the side allowing him more access.

Suddenly you felt the cold spike, your nipples hardening at the sudden intrusion of the cold. Giggling when you felt him struggle to unclip your bra. “Instead of laughing, you could try helping me you know that?” He sassed making you smile as he grunted in frustration but immediately gasped when you heard the bra tear, and his lips connect to one of your nipples. “You better- buy me a new fucking bra blondie...” You say not angry in the slightest.

Your sighs turned into gasps as he pinched onto your other nipple. He pulled away before smiling at you enjoying the sight of you disheveled already. “Should see how pretty you look right now.” He said with a smile. “Take a photo, make it last longer.” You said with a smirk, but it dropped when he looked up in thought, making you laugh. “It was a- “you tried speaking but got cut off when Kurapika picked you up and moved the two of you to the bathroom pursuing your front against the counter, turning the lights on. “There you go, now I’m not the only one getting to see how pretty you look.” He said with a smile pressing his hard on against your ass.

You felt your knees weaken, the thought of him fucking you in front of a mirror was a little too much to handle. He led his hand up to your neck gripping onto it kissing your cheek then turning your head to press a kiss to your lips. You both started off slow, but then the eagerness from both of you seeped through. You moaned out when he bit onto your lip before pulling away from you and then turning your head to the mirror. He pushed his middle and ring finger into your mouth, and almost out of instinct you started to suck onto them.

You swirled your tongue around his finger, then he pressed his fingers down on your tongue before pulling it out of your mouth. The sight he was seeing from the mirror made him harder, and yet he still didn’t think that would be possible. You felt him rip your panties as well as sighed loudly. “I’ll buy you a new one, stop your damn whining.” He said annoyed and you could see him rolling his eye from the mirror. He slid his hand onto your pussy and hissed. “Fuck, how long have you been this soaked.” He grunted out, he could smell your arousal even from where he stood.

“Since we left the house..” you muttered. “You walked around all soaked like this? All hot and bothered the whole mission? Like a little slut huh..” he said making you moan out slightly embarrassed. “Yea, but I bet you were hard ever since you first told me about this mission." You sassed making him growl quietly annoyed by your tone. “Fucking brat.” He mumbled out, shoving two fingers into you. You gasped out at the sudden speed, your hand quickly going to hold onto the counter as you bent over. “Careful there, look at yourself, all wet.” He said and you whined looking anywhere but at the mirror, too embarrassed.

He let out a ‘tch’ sound before using his other hand to grip onto your cheeks turning your head to look at the mirror. You closed your eyes at the sight, your hair messed up, your lips slightly puffed and red, and his hand moving as fast as lightning from behind you. “See, now be a good girl, and make a fucking mess on my fingers, cum all over my fingers and the hotel floor like the nasty slut you are.” He said making your face flush red as your legs shook from his vicious pace you could feel your thighs clenching together, seconds away from your climax.

Not too long after you felt your release hit and you screamed out grateful for his hand that was quick to cover your mouth, knowing of the walls that might not be soundproof. He smiled at you from the mirror as you shook and writhed taking deep breaths. He licked his fingers clean before unbuckling his pants and you were shocked to see how big he was. “F-fuck, is that even gonna f-fit..?” You muttered and he smiled widely. “Of course, I will, and if I don’t, I’ll make it fit.” He says before bending you more over the counter lining his cock up with you. He slowly pushed himself into you and you sighed your head down on the counter as you whined loudly.

He groaned as he bottomed out. “You ready?” He asked and you nodded your head, as he smirked at the state you were in. He started slow, to let you adjust but couldn’t do it anymore and started to ram into you at a quick pace. “Look at that..!” He said grunting quietly. “Sucking me in real good, baby.” He said landing a slap to your ass, before pulling you closer by your hands holding them together from behind your back causing you to be forced to look at yourself.

You moaned out loudly, tears visible in your eyes while your jaw was slightly wet from saliva. “F-fuck! So good...!” You moaned out. “Harder!” You pleaded as you let him pound into you. You could feel the coil in your stomach close to snapping. “Don’t cum yet.” He said and you whined out tears now sliding down your face. “W-wait..! No I can’t..” you cried out, trying your best to hold it back as he rutted into you. “Fuck, yes you can, hold it for me.” He said as you moaned out louder when he lifted one of your legs, now pounding into you even harder.

“F-fuck..! Can’t! Can I p—please cum...?” You whined looking at him with glossy eyes from the mirror and he grunted before nodding his head. You almost screamed out loud when you finally got to let go, and Kurapika’s eyes darkened at the sight, letting you ride out your orgasm. You panted out thinking you were done but almost screamed when Kurapika started to pound into you again.

“..Fuck.. we’re not stopping until you’ve made a mess all over the floor and on me.”

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Me after finally finishing smut: 😁💃

[dhorrl]

New Family

Kurapika/Reader

MDNI 18+

Trigger warning: nothing much, very vanilla smut. Oral (give and receive), first time for Kurapika.

"Everything's all clear, boss. Do you need anything else?" The beautiful woman in a suit spoke to Kurapika, the leader of the Nostrade family. She had just finished making sure the house was secure for the night. Kurapika nodded. "I'm good, thank you. You can take the rest of the night off." He appeared lost in thought, not even looking at her.

She had tried before to get the attention of Kurapika. She was fortunate to be among the few people in his inner circle, meaning she knew about his background as the last of the Kurta clan and his quest for his fallen brethren. It ate him up inside, giving him no other purpose in life. But despite all of that, she could see that he was warm and kind and wished to get closer to him, but he shut everyone out when it came to his innermost thoughts.

She walked closer to Kurapika, sitting in the chair across from him. "Something on your mind, boss?"

Kurapika looked up at her and felt lost in his eyes. The Kurta may have been famous for their Scarlet eyes, but she was more interested in his natural gray eyes, seemingly like mirror pools looking back at her. Kurapika sighed, then smiled at her. "It's nothing really, just lost in thought. I'll be fine."

Her hand glimmered with aura. "You want a little help relaxing?" Her manipulation abilities allowed her to change the mood of anyone around her; Kurapika generally used it to placate angry mobsters and ensure deals went down without violence. He may have a vengeful side, but he was not inherently violent.

"No, I'm good, really." He sighed. "I just… Sometimes I feel very alone." Her heart shattered, and she felt lost. She wanted to be there for him, but would he let her in?

"I'm always here for you, boss."

"I know; I appreciate you as a friend and confidante. I mean more…." He trailed off, looking embarrassed. "I wish I had someone to go to bed with at night. I'm almost 20, and I've never even had a partner. And how could I? I'm always working and eaten up inside by my past. I could never ask someone to put up with that." His eyes teared up a moment, then he wiped it away. "It's fine, though; I just got in my head momentarily. You can go, I promise."

She looked at him intently, then stood up from her chair. His gaze followed her as she walked around his desk. "I understand that maybe I'm not your type, but just know I care for you deeply." She grasped his hand and kissed the back lightly, then turned to leave the room. Kurapika took a moment to process what she was saying. Before she could reach the door, he moved over to block the exit. "Really?" he questioned. His heart was racing, and his face flushed. She knew he was taken aback even if she couldn't sense emotions.

"Kurapika, can I kiss you?" she pleaded.

Kurapika slid his fingers behind her neck, lacing them in her hair, leaned in, and rested his forehead on hers. He had wanted to maintain a professional relationship, especially since he found her abilities valuable. Still, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about wrapping his arms around her soft waist. He wasn't sure if it was her or her ability that always made him feel so at peace, a feeling he had come to need more daily. He fed into his desire and placed his lips on hers. They were as smooth as he had imagined, like soft plush pillows. She slightly parted her lips, and Kurapika slid his tongue to find hers. He hadn't had much experience with girls, but his instincts took over, and he slid his hands down from her neck, along the curve of her supple breasts, and around her waist. She let out a small moan as she reveled in his hands on her body.

Several minutes later, they pulled apart from the passionate embrace. Kurapika was beginning to feel embarrassed. He was the boss; this needed to be more professional. "That was very nice." He cleared his throat. "I... I should be off to bed. Have a good night." Kurapika awkwardly left the room, leaving her there wondering what she had done wrong.

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Kurapika tossed and turned for hours that night. He lay in only a thin pair of shorts yet was sweating. He couldn't get the thought of her lips and body out of his head. He kept picturing her lying with him in the bed, her naked flesh against his. He was about to give up on sleep and get dressed when he heard a light knock on the door, followed by it slowly opening.

She was standing in the doorway, wearing a simple set of shorts and a tank top. "I felt your emotions from down the hall. Would you like me to help you sleep?" Her aura radiated, and Kurapika felt the immediate calming sensation she provided. He stood from the bed and came over to her. "Thank you." He sighed, staring deep into her eyes. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room, locking the door behind her. He didn't care anymore about professionalism; he only cared about her, wanting her, needing her. He pressed her against the door, snaking his hands around her figure while entangling his tongue with hers. He expertly lifted her, bringing her to eye level, never slipping from the kiss. He then carried her over to his bed.

Once Kurapika laid her on the bed, he lost his nerve for a second. He had never honestly done this. He stressed about disappointing her or embarrassing himself. Sensing his reluctance, she spoke to him softly. "Take your time; I'm not going anywhere." Her tone was almost a purr.

He fell to his knees in front of her, beginning to place kisses all over her stomach, legs, and anywhere he could get his hands and mouth. Her body reacted, savoring each touch of his lips on her skin. He felt the warmth between her legs and noticed he was salivating. He wanted to taste her, all of her. Lacing his fingers around the elastic of her shorts, he pulled them off in one motion. She bit her lip in anticipation.

Kurapika continued kissing slowly toward her center. Once close enough, he slid his tongue along the outside of her slit, causing a wonton moan to fall from her lips. "Kurapika, please, I need you," she called out.

That was all the permission he needed. He worked his tongue into her, slowly at first, as he tried to find a rhythm that pleased her. The more she moaned and ground her hips, the faster he got, relishing the feeling of her wetness on his face. He couldn't believe he had waited this long to try this, and couldn't imagine ever stopping. He was so enamored by it all that he didn't realize how hard he had become, his cock swelling through his shorts, begging to escape.

"I'm so close, Kurapika, it feels so good," she panted, grabbing a handful of his silky blonde hair as she pressed further into his face. He loved how this made him feel, knowing someone wanted him so bad and giving them everything. It was like a high, losing himself in her delicious heat.

"Kurapika, oh, fuck, I'm coming!" She came hard, crying his name at full volume. Fortunately, few stayed in the house after hours, but the ones there definitely had an idea of what was going on after that. He didn't care. After tonight, he'd never let her leave his side.

He pulled himself away from her, not wanting to stop but understanding if she needed a moment. He crawled on the bed beside her, nuzzling his face into her neck. "I'm sorry; I know that's probably not what you expected when you came to check on me."

She laughed. "No, but I'm not complaining." She rolled towards him, kissing him deeply to taste herself on his lips. It gave him shivers. "But now it's your turn." Kurapika looked dumbfounded. "We don't have to; I just…." She stopped him, putting a hand over his mouth. "Kurapika, if you don't want to, then we don't have to, but based on what I'm seeing," she eyed him up and down, "you do want to. I'll go slow, I promise." With that, she pushed him over on his back.

There was a hunger in her he had never seen. She kissed his tight abdomen and reached her hand slowly into his shorts, enveloping his aching cock with her fingers. Kurapika moaned deeply, having never felt someone else's touch on his erection. "Oh fuck," he whispered. She shifted to remove his shorts and gently ran her tongue from base to tip, dragging the motion out torturously. Once she made her way to the end, she circled around it with the tip of her tongue before carefully taking it in her mouth. Kurapika tried desperately not to move but struggled to fight the urge to push her further down. She slobbered on his hard cock, and slowly inched him deeper into her throat, taking him all in. She gagged a moment, then adjusted to his girth before moving back and forth up and down his shaft. Kurapika sounds grew as he held back near sobs of pleasure.

"I'm going to finish soon," he breathed out, feeling the climax coming any second. She stopped suddenly, a hopeless groan escaping Kurapika's lips. He looked at her with sad eyes, thinking he had screwed up, but instead, she shifted positions, balancing herself over his cock. She pulled the tank top over her head, revealing the rest of herself to him. Captivated by every curve, he slid his hands up around her breasts, caressing his thumbs lightly over her hardened nipples. They exchanged knowing smiles, and she whispered at Kurapika. "I'm going to put it in now. Is that ok?" He nodded, every part of him ready for this.

She adjusted herself over his shaft and slid him into her. They both let out moans, the ecstasy ripping through their bodies. She dragged her hips slowly, wanting to savor every inch of him. She knew she wouldn't last much longer. She felt the orgasm welling inside her, begging for release. Kurapika felt the same. "I'm so close. Please don't stop." He pleaded. "Please, I need this so bad; I love you, don't stop." His begging pushed her over the edge, sending waves of pleasure through her flesh. Watching her cum on his cock gave him unbelievable strength, and he thrashed his hips up hard as his cock exploded, filling her with everything he had.

She leaned forward, resting her head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall. His heartbeat was a haunting melody, and she wanted to listen for hours. His arms slid around her, pulling her in. He never wanted to let her go. "I love you. Thank you for being here."

"I love you too, Kurapika. I'm here forever."

~~~~

The following day, they awoke side by side, Kurapika's arm still surrounding her body. They had made love the rest of the night, realizing that their training also gave them endless stamina. Kurapika was insatiable; he swore he wouldn't leave this room if he didn't have to. He did keep to his oath; by the end of the week, he had moved all of her belongings into his room. She became his right hand, never leaving his side. This was his family now, and nothing would ever come between them.

[toroenj]

currently imagining kurapika sobbing on his knees struggling to take your cock down his throat while slick gathers between his doughy thighs ..

[bwabys-scenarios]

Hihi! Just wanted to say I absolutely LOVE your works esp the kurapika ones

Soo basically they take the reader out shopping specifically for undergarments and someone just so happens to walk in while they’re changing? Maybe w the phantom troupe + kurapika?

Panties and such(NSFW)

!!REPOSTS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: I’m going to assume you mean that the character walks in on reader, but if you meant a random person, sorry 😭🙏 also I’m only doing a two from the phantom troupe, doing all of them is just too much. I’ll do a part two if enough people want it, though! 🫡 REQUESTS OPEN! JOIN MY SERVER

characters: Kurapika, Chrollo, Feitan

warnings: creampie, reader wears lingerie, semi-public sex in Kurapika’s

NSFW: @lightshowerrr @jungtoast @nenggie @pannacottababy @aliceattheart @atransmuter

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Kurapika

-you brought up the fact you wanted new panties, and he nodded along before processing what you said.

-“d-did you say… panties? As in… underwear?”

-a little flustered, but he insists on taking you, and paying for whatever you want.

-he brings you to a lingerie store, pouting when everyone assumes he’s a woman. that does work in his favor tho

-he keeps bringing you different sets of lingerie to try on, and he’s starting to get horny imagining you in each pair.

-eventually he pushes himself inside the dressing room, eyes going wide and cock hardening in his pants when he sees you pulling up a pair of lacy panties.

-he pushes them to the side, slipping his cock into you and pushing you up against the wall. “s-so pretty, angel…”

-you leave the store with several new sets of lingerie… some of them a bit… sticky…

Chrollo

-he’s the one that suggested it.

-“my love, it seems you don’t have much lingerie. You know how I’d just love to see you covered in lace, don’t you?”

-he takes you to the most well known, expensive lingerie store in the area.

-he’s a bit picky, and takes forever choosing what options for you to try on. He settled on mostly black lingerie, with a few pink and red sets… and one white one, with little angel wings on the top.

-Chrollo helps you into each set, his fingers gently tracing your figure. “Just gorgeous… oh my love, you look like an angel sent from above.”

-he’s quick to purchase every set you try on, and soon as you get home he’s on top of you, his teeth nipping at your jaw as his cock sinks into you.

-“that’s my pretty girl, so good for me…”

-he takes you out for dinner later that night, insisting you wear the lingerie he fucked you in. You spend the entire dinner feeling his cum oozing out of you, embarrassed as he stares at you with utter love and adoration.

Feitan

-“Bras? Don’t care about that. Steal it if want it.”

-that’s usually how it went when you asked Feitan to go shopping with you for anything. Either he’d say he didn’t care, or he’d offer to just steal it for you.

-so that’s how you ended up following him to the lingerie store in the middle of the night. He easily broke in, guiding you by the hand through the dark store until the two of you reached the lingerie.

-“okay. Pick your favorite.”

-you huffed at him, looking through the selection. “I’ve gotta try it on first…”

-you stripped, and this got Feitan excited enough… but he started stroking himself when you pulled on a pair of lacy panties.

-he continued to jerk off to you, until you caught him in the mirror.

-“F-Fei!”

-you blushed, but felt strangely flattered… “I’ll take care of it…”

-you sat in front of him, leaning down to take his cock in your mouth. “F-fuck…”

-seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, your ass perched in the air was enough to have him cumming in no time.

-he helped carry home as many sets of lingerie as you wanted… maybe he liked seeing you like that more than he thought.

[winxanity-ii]

KURAPIKA KURTA

╰❝𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸… 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽.❞

🇰‌🇪‌🇾‌: 🔞 = smut | 🔥 = heated/spicy | ✿ = fluff | 🕷 = angst | ✰ = personal fav

FICS

ONE-SHOTS

𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 | Yandere!Kurapika x Fem!Kurta!Reader / Hunter x Hunter!AU

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 | 🕷 ✿ ✰ | Kurapika x Fem!Sphinx!Reader / Hunter x Hunter!AU

HEADCANONS

[justageneralsimpindeed]

ANYBODY KNOW WHO DID THIS?!

[lovelyxkazuha]

random drabble: imagine some soft sex between you and kurapika and as his fingers circle your clit he says sweet little facts such as “did you know the clitoris has over ten thousand nerve endings? no wonder why its such an easy stimuli”. def keeps you intrigued even as you build up to another blissful climax. he’s rubbing your thighs to calm you down as to not overstimulate you

marry me please pikaa

[themoonitselff]

Love Letters | Kurapika x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Slightly mentions of depression, just angst and fluff. THIS WAS MADE WITH TRANSLATOR, BE GENTLE. Any suggest is fine💖

Summary: You always send poems to Leorio, but they arrived to his best friend.

You lived on the other side of the world, you were a writer known for your novels who worked in a bookstore to support your few earnings in your works, you had several friends, among them, Leorio Paradiknight, you knew him for a long time, since you were teenagers, but you took different paths, he was a doctor who helped those who could not afford his treatments, and a hunter who survived the dark continent, while you went for the artistic faculties side and a more peaceful life, but what could never be erased since you met him were your feelings for him. You usually write to each other from time to time, he tells you about his adventures with his friends and the reckless things he usually does with his money, and you respond by telling him about your new ideas for new stories, you were so close but yet so far ....

This time, you found yourself determined to write him poems anonymously, with your writer name, because he thinks you put your real name on your books, but you didn't. You took a pen and started writing, every word was aligned with your heartbeat, every sentence seemed to be taken out of a fairy tale, and the way you expressed yourself was different from how you used to talk to him, you were cordial, polite, kind, and flattering, you finished the letter and when you read it, you were surprised with your own words.

"My dear, your beauty resembles the luster of a pearl.

Delicate, brilliant, unique.

Let me be the golden chain that complements you, because from me you will never fall, golden prince."

Short, but ethereal.

You put it in a beige envelope, and sealed it with red wax, next to a daisy, finally you added perfume as a detail, and wrote his address, your heart almost coming out of your throat. The days passed, and became weeks, and the weeks became 2 months, and he still didn't answer, but he kept writing you normally and he didn't answer your anonymous letter... Did he get it? Did he like it? Did he know it was you? Does he like you?

2 months before

He was in his room, a depressing room with four walls and little light, next to the mess that all his discomfort was causing, he was rotting in the agony of revenge, the thirst for power and seeing the face of those who took his family away from him in silence. Suddenly, a ding dong chimed at the front door, Kurapika felt a strange feeling in his stomach, since no one knew where hr was staying, not even his friends.

He got up from his dying bed and opened the door.

"Good afternoon, this letter has been sent to you a few weeks ago, from [Your continent]." mused the delivery man, he seemed rushed by his tone of voice.

"A letter? "Kurapika took it, it had a postcard and it smelled quite nice, you could say the scent made him wake up.

"That's right... Well, I have to go, I have more things to deliver!" and he ran off, leaving the young blond behind him at the door.

"Wait! ... Damn!" Kurapika exclaimed, he went inside his apartment and closed the door, looking carefully at the letter.

It had vintage details, and it was in perfect condition, it had no Nen on it, it was a harmless letter and not a trap from any of his enemies looking for him: The Chain User.

He sat on the couch in front of a short legged table, and opened this letter carefully, unfolded the sheet and read the text carefully, it was very short, but the words embodied provoked a different feeling in him.

Warmth in his chest, tickles in his ribs, butterflies in his stomach. He was enraptured. He saw the author's note and his eyebrows went up, his favorite author of novels was writing to him. To him!? It couldn't be, because they didn't know each other.

"I have to return this letter, this is a mistake" He muttered, he was about to leave his place when, again, that feeling in his chest attacked him, it's like when fire embraces you with its burning embers, but it didn't burn, not at all. His intrusive thoughts wouldn't let him give it back, even if his morals attacked him, an internal struggle with himself not to be nosy and steal something that isn't his, use the identity of the author's lover, maybe.

But how bad could it be?

His feelings and illusions ended up winning over his brain, and he went to a table to write in response to that beautiful poem that caught his attention.

It sparked an interest in them.

You didn't think he was going to answer you, but he did, week after week waiting at the letter carrier's office for his message, and viceverse, both were in love with each other, but without knowing each other yet, you thought he was Leorio, and Kurapika didn't know who you were. But what you both knew is that soon, that was going to change, you were planning a flight to Japan just to see him and reveal him your identity, who you were, you never thought that Leorio could be so serious, mysterious and charming, you could say that even the writing was different(MAYBE BC HE'S NOT LEORIO👹), but it doesn't matter, you fell harder for him, you were going to meet in Yorkshin specifically, on an iconic bridge of the place, you couldn't wait to meet his lips with yours, his eyes pierce your soul and connect both of your bodies.

The day came, you got your bags off the plane and went to your reservation at a luxurious hotel, at this point you were already loaded with money from your excellent sales, it was no problem where to stay, you dressed up as best you could and 10 minutes before you were already on site.

When you arrived, no one was there yet, you sighed with relief, you didn't want Leorio to notice yet, you ran the risk of losing the relationship you had with him for a long time, but a part of your heart said it didn't matter, we were all born to die.

Minutes passed and, he still didn't arrive, you stared at the lake below the bridge until the Sun set and you gave up, your crystal clear eyes ruined your facial routine and your feet were tired of waiting, telling yourself what a fool you are for believing that someone like him would set his eyes on you.

Then, a tall, blond, pale-skinned man stood next to you, you didn't notice him, it was as if he had appeared out of nowhere, you jumped in fright and then realizing you were crying, you wiped your tears and looked away.

"Excuse me, do you know where [xxx] is? "You asked him to leave at once, your foreign accent was noticeable for miles.

"It's six blocks from here." He answered dryly, without looking you in the face, his eyes were droopy, empty, they didn't shine despite the evening illumination, his aura was mysterious, dim, interesting.... But you already loved someone else.

"Thank you." You thanked before you left.

Before you turned around, the stranger turned to see you, your appearance looked similar to him, he searched in his memories who you looked like until he realized that you were that famous writer, he didn't hesitate to go behind you to take your arm and stop you.

"Excuse me." He said, you turned to look at him confused, tilting your head slightly waiting for him to explain himself. "I... I know you."

"I don't know who you are.." You said, still dumbfounded.

The stranger looked lost, as if he was searching for an excellent answer, he was silent for a while, you just rolled your eyes and disengaged from his grip, going on your way.

Then, you heard his voice again behind you.

"Wait!" You saw him again. His eyes unlike the first time you saw them, they were bright, flashing red pigments, you could feel a good feeling from him, from his very formal dress, his long straight hair, his style so.... Hungry for life.

"Yes?"

...

"I'm your prince... Your golden prince."

THIS WQS MESSY I KNOW I MEAN I DIDN'T EVEN MADE A MASTERLIST HAAHHAJA IDK HOW TO MAKE ONEZ ANYWAYS

[kaitsuusuu41]

Pairing: Kurapika x male!reader

Word count: 1,3k+

Warnings:| overstimulation(slightly), fingering, dirty talk, reader is getting degraded a bit, reader gets a blowjob, breeding kink, mentioning of breeding the reader, after the smut I didn’t know what to do so please just stick with it😭

You and Kurapika are dating, despite how busy he is, it works out. Even the times he’d leave and not come back for days or even weeks. Then is when he’s the most stressed and just want to feel you.

He walked in tired and burnt out, he took off his shoes and opted to bathe before touching you, not wanting whatever he did outside the house to stain you in all your purity, as to him you were the purest thing in the entire world, unlike him, who has way too much blood on his hands. After his shower he laid on you, still tired and burnt out but calm and clean. “Hi baby.. you okay..?” You whispered as you played in his hair.

He could only grumble and nuzzle into your chest more, you were a male but unlike most, your frame was soft and smooth with a motherly touch to it. Though you still had muscles and were able to pick up kurapika with little issue. “It was rough, huh?” He nodded and held you tighter, welcoming you to play in his hair before starting to loosely braid it, something you’ve learned to do thanks to your little sister. He sighed, relaxing into your frame as you did his hair. “Did you wash your hair in the shower?” He was slow to it, but he answered. “no, I was too tired..” you smiled and continued to braid his hair. “Okay then I’ll wash it in the morning..”

You kissed his forehead when you were finished braiding his hair and he sighed. “You okay?” Once more he was slow to answer you but he did. “I’m getting turned on” a slight blush creeped to your cheeks at his response. “Wait what?” “Yea.. I’m just remembering your body.. your moans.. and the way you call out to me when I hit that spot deep inside you.. or how you cum so hard when I do..” as he was explaining this you were getting hard yourself, he lifted himself so he could be eye to eye with you as he leaned in. “Or the way your voice cracks when you scream my name..” he kissed you, in all your embarrassment from the situation, you kissed back.

“Can we have sex?” “Well damn we might as well..” he chuckled “why’d you say it like that?” You said it as if you were slightly irritated, raising your voice ever so slightly. “Because.. you explained my behavior in such a manner.. it would be mean of you if you leave me all hard and bothered.. like this..” he smiled and kissed you, already working your clothes off. He kissed his way to your neck as he started to suck hickies. He’s eager and fueled with a heat only associated with being horny beyond comparison. He’s been weeks without you, the same thoughts bubbling inside of him, making his cock hard and his tip red and angry with all its need to hit your sweet spots.

Once he took your bottoms off he worked your member with his hand, making you pant and throb with a need for more of him. “P..pika~” “y/n..?~” you panted again before responding. “Pika, don't tease me..” “But you're so cute when I do.. all hot and bothered.. panting like the bitch you are..” he randomly sped up, making you moan before he stopped entirely. “Pika~” “shh.. I want to taste your cum..” this made you throb and he soon got down and took all of your eight inches into his mouth in one go, despite not doing this in a while. He sucked on you every so gently before starting to give you a proper blowjob. He pulled most of your cock out his mouth, focusing on your tip.

“Hm~ pika that’s- ahh!~” he sucked hard on your tip to make you shut up, he got this, he knows what parts of you are sensitive and what aren’t, he knows, sure he’s been gone for a while but he hasn’t forgotten. He continued to play with your tip just as you liked it and you soon came. He drunk you dry, you were almost about to cum again before he pulled away and started to undress himself. He was throbbing, his head looked sore with how red it was, almost looking like a purple associated with bruises. “Pika.. you're so hard..” “trust me y/n I know.. it’s aching to be inside you.. to feel how tight and warm you are..” he kissed you.

He continued his cock only throbbing more with his thoughts, yours doing the same with his voice and the words he used. “And fuck you till your ass learns to keep my seed inside you.. so you can get pregnant and carry my child.. your tummy all swelled and your chest sore and filled with milk..” he lowered his head and sucked on your nipples. “Wait pika~..” you gently held his head as he sucked like a baby thirsty for its mother’s milk. “Pika, not too hard.. I’m gonna cum..” “hmm..” he sucked off your nipple and licked it, “spread your legs..” you did what was told, spreading your legs and he drenched two his fingers in his spit and eased them into you.

“Always so tight for me.. gonna open you up a bit before I fuck you.. kay?” “Mhm~..” he fingers you, fast yet gentle strokes to your inner walls. It makes you huff and moan. “Pika~ deeper-“ “shh.. just let me handle your body.. I’ll go deeper when ur comes to fucking you okay..” “but pika..” “shh.. I got you..” he sucked at your nipples again. The almost erratic strokes to your inner walls and the sucking on your nipples made you come. “Pika~” he then scissored his fingers inside of you and fingered you that way.

It made your legs twitch, but he soon pulled them out and slowly replaced them with his cock, it was much thicker than the two of his fingers, more solid and alive. As it twitched and throbbed inside you, all warm and hard. “E..huhh~” “oh.. that’s a new one..” “don’t tease me..” “I’m just saying.. it was cute..” you signed “just fuck me..”

with that he grinned and pounded into your ass, you almost got the wind knocked out of you. All you could even hope to do was moan. And when his hand came up and started to play with your nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive yet hard nubs between his fingers as he leaned down and sucked on your neck, determined that if he can’t get you pregnant, he’d let everyone that works even remotely close to you know you belong to someone. He sucked many hickies onto your neck and when he ran out of room he moved to your jaw. You could feel it in your stomach, in your ballsack.

You were about to cum for the third time. “Cum- ehh~ pika I’m cumming.. ahh~” no matter what you wanted to say, you kept getting cut off by a moan making it very hard for Kurapika to truly understand you but once you got it out he smirked and only increased what he was doing. Out of pure desperation you threw your head back as you came, starting to feel like it too much but you didn’t want it to stop.

Once he finally decided you had enough hickies decorating your neck he made out with you and in that moment he came deep inside you.

You shivered as you came again. Panting and already too tired to continue Kurapika worked you into the downwards dog position. “You’re not done yet.. your holes already leaking my cum.. such a dirty slut.. I’ll have to fuck you again.. retrain that ass of yours to keep my seed inside you..” he kissed your left ass cheek. “So be a good boy and just take what I give you”

You and Kurapika went at it for hours and he loved you every second of it, kisses, “I love you”s “good boy” as he placed you in the bath afterwards. “Babe.. was I too rough..?” “It’s okay.. it felt good..” “That's not what I mean.. Did I hurt you?” “Of course not pika.. you were letting off steam..” “y/n..” “I’m sorry.. I’m fine, it felt good, I felt good.. please just don’t worry..” “how can I not.. you worry me when you do this..” “shh..” he gently cleaned you, dried you and clothed you. “I gatrenteed.. I am fully capable of doing all of this on my own..” “Did I ask..?” “Alright alright” he laid you down and curled up with you

“I love you.. no matter how it may look”

“…I love you more pika..”