Kurapika x Reader One-Shot Collection - Chapter 27: Chapter 27

You throw your keys on the foyer table as soon as you walk inside your apartment. You take off your shoes and jacket before walking to the kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of plum wine before sinking into the couch.
Today was probably the worst day of your life. Your boss humiliated you in front of your colleagues. You want to quit your job, but you don't know of any place that would match your current salary.
Tears fall down your cheek as you think about your life and where you thought you'd be right now. Just when you're about to pour yourself another glass of wine, your phone rings.
You're about to throw it against the wall until you see the caller's name.
"Kurapika?" you answer with a sniffle. You haven't heard from him in weeks.
"(Y/N)? Have you been crying?"
You wipe your nose. "Umm...no. I think I'm getting a cold."
"You don't need to lie to me. Tell me what's wrong," says Kurapika.
You sigh before telling your boyfriend about your day. He's always been an excellent listener. You feel a sense of relief after pouring your heart out to him.
"I don't know how many times I have told you to leave that job. They don't deserve someone as talented as you," says Kurapika.
"I told you...the money is good and you know how much my rent is."
Kurapika remains silent for a few seconds before responding.
"Move in with me," he says.
You almost drop your phone. "Wh...what?"
"Leave your job and move in with me."
"Kurapika, are you serious? I mean...we've only been dating for six months. Besides, I haven't even seen your apartment."
"We can change that. Tonight. I want you to spend the night with me."
"Spend the night? In the same bed?"
Kurapika chuckles. "Of course. Unless you'd rather me sleep on the couch."
"No...no. Of course not. I mean...we haven't...you know."
"And I'm not expecting you to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable. Just allow me to take you out to dinner then I can show you my apartment."
"Umm...that sounds nice. What time should I be ready?"
"I'm finishing up some research now...how does seven sound?"
You look at your clock. "Seven sounds perfect. See you then."
"I love you," says Kurapika.
"I love you, too."
You end your call before racing to the bathroom. You have two hours to get ready. You turn on the shower and strip while waiting for the water to heat up.
Once you're in the shower, you rub shave gel all over your legs. You violently shave, cutting yourself in the process.
"Dammit!" you shout to yourself.
Once you're out of the shower, you pick out an outfit to wear. Having no idea where Kurapika is taking you, you decide to wear something semi formal. You make sure to put on your nicest underwear in case something happens tonight.
"Right...I'm staying the night. I need to pack a bag."
Sweat drops form on your forehead as you pack your bag. You haven't been dating Kurapika long enough to know his habits. You start to think about the what ifs.
What if he's messy? What if he likes to do kinky stuff in bed? What if he snores?
You smile as you think about those silly questions. It doesn't matter if he did all those things. Nothing would change the way you feel about him.
You check the time again. Kurapika should be arriving in fifteen minutes. You swing your bag over your shoulder before closing the door to your room.
At exactly seven o'clock, you hear the chime of your doorbell. You jump off the couch to answer the door.
Kurapika greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry you had a bad day today. My hope for tonight is that you'll forget all about it."
You stare into his dark gray eyes. "I've already forgotten." You wrap your arms around him.
Kurapika takes your bag and waits for you to lock the door. He grabs your hand while the two of you walk to the elevator.
"You look very nice this evening," he says while walking inside the elevator.
The door closes, leaving the two of you alone in the elevator. You bite your lip, feeling Kurapika's eyes on you. He moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.
At the restaurant, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. As you pass the bar, a man shouts out to you.
"Hey, gorgeous. Got a mirror in your pocket, cause I can see myself in your pants!"
You feel heat rise to your cheeks. You ignore his comment as you continue to walk to the restroom.
On your way out, the man is waiting for you at the door. He props his elbow up against the wall. He gives you a big smile. "That's a nice dress you're wearing. It'd look better on my floor."
You try to pass him, but he reaches out and slams you against the wall. "Leave me alone!" you shout. "I'm here with someone."
Kurapika hears your voice and runs to find you. His eyes turn deep crimson under his black contact lenses as soon as he sees the man holding you captive.
"Get your filthy hands off her," Kurapika says.
The man starts to laugh. He looks at you while pointing at Kurapika. "Are you with this chick?"
"Call me what you want...I'll crush your throat if you don't let her go," Kurapika says, voice deep.
You let out a deep breath, relieved to see Kurapika.
As Kurapika walks closer to you, he dodges the man's punch with a back handspring. He gets back up and grabs the man's neck. "What did I tell you?" Kurapika asks him.
The man tries to speak, but Kurapika has closed his windpipe. "Don't ever talk to (Y/N) or any other woman like that again. Do you understand?"
The man nods his head. Kurapika lets go, grabbing you before walking away.
Kurapika has his eyebrows pulled close together as he straps your seatbelt. He shuts the door and walks over to the driver's seat. He takes a deep breath before starting his engine.
You reach over and place your hand on his thigh. "Thank you, Kurapika."
"Of course. I'll always defend your honor. It just makes me ill knowing scum like that exists."
Once Kurapika has calmed down, he drives you to his apartment building. He extends his arm, helping you out of his car. You're in awe as you stare at the elaborate apartment building. You knew he lived in this upscale area, but you had no idea he owned one of these luxury apartments.
"Kurapika, you live here?" you ask as you walk up the steps to the building.
"When I'm not out on a job, yes."
The two of you take the elevator up his floor. Kurapika lets out a soft laugh as he watches you skip to the front door of his apartment. You wait patiently as he unlocks it.
"Now I must warn you...I don't have much here as I spend most of my time working." Kurapika says.
He opens the door. You gasp as you take everything in. This apartment has real hardwood floors, floor to ceiling windows, and French doors that lead to a small balcony. It's your dream apartment.
You take your shoes off before running to the window. "Kurapika, I can see the entire city from here!"
Kurapika walks toward you. "Would you like a tour?"
You turn around to face him. "Yes!"
"Well, as you can see, this is my living room. I don't own a television, but these books keep me entertained on my days off." He points to the row of tall bookcases that line the wall.
He guides you to the kitchen. "May I offer you something to drink?"
"Sure."
Kurapika passes you a glass of iced green tea. You take a sip of the refreshing beverage. "This apartment is beautiful, Kurapika."
Kurapika picks you up and sits you on the kitchen counter. "What do you say? Would you like to live here with me?"
"Of course. But..."
Kurapika lifts his hand. "But you're afraid you might find out I have some sort of bizarre habit."
You laugh at his comment. "No, of course not! I just couldn't live here without paying part of the rent. And by the looks of it, it probably costs a fortune."
It's Kurapika's turn to laugh. "(Y/N), I make enough money to rent five of these apartments. I just want you close to me at all times."
You wrap your legs around his waist. "Really?"
"Yes. Now let me show you to our room." He picks you up and gently places you back on the floor.
"Our room?"
He guides you down the hallway. There is a room on either side and a bathroom at the end. He stops in front of the room to the left.
"This is my office. There's not much to see. Just a desk, chair, and computer. I spend most of my time here." He proceeds to show you the bathroom. "Unfortunately, there is only one bathroom. I hope that's not a problem."
You look inside. The bathroom is bigger than your bedroom. A whirlpool tub sits beside a stone walled shower. You picture yourself taking long bubble baths in here.
"No. No problem at all," you say.
Kurapika closes the bathroom door and stands in front of his bedroom. "Lastly, our bedroom. I hope you like it."
He opens the door. You gasp when you see red rose petals scattered on the floor and on the bed. Music plays through a small speaker on top of his dresser.
You inspect his clean and tidy room. A king-sized bed covered in dark red bedding sits in the middle of the room. Matching curtains line the windows. Sitting on top of his dresser are several pictures. Most of them are of his close friends, but there is one that catches your eye. It's a picture of his parents holding Kurapika when he was a baby.
Kurapika walks up behind you. "What do you think?" He wraps his arms around you.
You place your hands on top of his. "It could use a feminine touch, but other than that, it's perfect."
Kurapika spins you around. "Dance with me."
You feel your cheeks blush. "I...I can't dance."
"Don't be ridiculous," he says, taking your hand in his. He rests his other hand on the small of your back. "Just follow my lead."
You push your body closer to Kurapika. You try to match his movements, but end up stepping on his foot.
"I'm so sorry!"
"That's quite all right," he says with a laugh. "Here." He places his hand behind your head, resting it on his chest. He slowly moves you, matching the rhythm of the music. "You and I, woah. You're my light. You're my light." He sings to you.
Tears fall down your cheeks. A tiny flame burns inside of your heart.
"Yes, Kurapika."
"Yes, what?"
"I'll move in with you."
Kurapika pulls away from you. "You will?" He stares down at you with gleaming eyes.
You nod. He reaches into his pocket and hands you a small box. You slowly open it. "You already had a key made for me?"
"I was hoping you'd say yes."
You reach up and press your lips against his. You part his lips with your tongue, tasting him. A smile forms on your lips as you feel his hands move down your back. You throw your head back, signaling him to kiss your neck. He presses his lips below your earlobe. You let out a soft moan as he moves his lips down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses.
The music continues to play in the background. Kurapika moves his lips back up to your ear.
"(Y/N)? Please allow me to express my love for you," he whispers.
"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Kurapika reaches behind your back and unzips your dress. He pulls down the straps, allowing it to fall to the floor. Your blood pounds in your veins as you watch him stare at your body with hunger in his eyes. You've never seen this side of him before.
Kurapika unclasps your bra and throws it across the room. Frozen, he stares at your breasts. You grab his hand and place it over one of your breasts. He looks deep into your eyes as if asking permission to touch you. You nod your head and he begins to roll your nipple in between his thumb and index finger.
You moan. "Kurapika...please...I want you."
Kurapika slips his thumbs inside the sides of your panties. He pulls them down and steps back to admire you.
"(Y/N)...you're a work of art."
He picks you up and places you on his bed. You watch as he undresses himself. Your eyes move down to his erection.You wipe the drool away from your mouth with the back of your hand. You spread your legs involuntarily. Kurapika has the body of a Greek God and you can't wait to explore it.
You move yourself to the middle of the bed while he crawls on top of you. His hair brushes your cheek as he lowers his body on yours. Butterflies flutter inside your stomach. You have been waiting for Kurapika to make love to you for a long time now, but now that the moment is here, you feel a little nervous. That feeling fades as soon as his lips meet yours once again. You forget about the world as he explores your mouth.
His lips make their way down your neck, past your collarbone, and stop at your right breast. He pauses and looks up at you, face flushed.
"Is something wrong?" you ask him.
"I must admit...I'm a little embarrassed," he answers.
"Why?"
"My thoughts. There are things I want to do to you. Naughty things."
You giggle.
Kurapika furrows his brow. "What's so funny?"
"You said the word naughty," you say.
"Forgive me."
"Kurapika, you're so cute. I'm all yours. I give you permission to do whatever you want."
With that, Kurapika takes your nipple into his mouth. A moan escapes your lips. You feel his erection against your thigh. You grind against him while he gives your other breast attention. He takes his time, acting like he found forbidden treasure.
He slowly moves down, leaving a trail of kisses down your torso. He lifts your legs, spreading them further apart. You look down at him, wanting to feel more of his kisses. He feels your stare. He looks back at you while kissing your inner thigh. He purposely ignores your center while moving to your other thigh. Your grip the sheets as your hunter teases you.
Just when you think you can't take anymore, his tongue finds your glistening entrance. He licks up your juices, spreading your labia with his tongue. You throw your head back, calling his name. He finds your clitoris, flicking it his tongue.
Kurapika moves his tongue up, down, and in a circular motion until he finds your favorite rhythm. He takes his time, savoring the taste of you.
"Kurapika...I'm close," you manage to speak.
Not wanting you to finish yet, Kurapika slows down and pulls away. He positions himself back on top of you. You stare at him with half-lidded eyes, face flushed. He stares back.
"(Y/N), are you ready for me?"
"Yes, what are you waiting for?"
Kurapika reaches over to his bedside table. He opens the drawer and pulls out a condom. Once he puts it on, he finds your opening. He slowly enters you. He uses every ounce of willpower he has not to ravish you.
"You...feel...so...good," he moans once he is fully inside.
He fits perfectly, as if he was made just for you. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him in deeper. You're blissed-out with every thrust he gives you.
Kurapika continues thrusting in and out of you, forgetting to use restraint. He grabs your wrists and places them above your head. He presses his lips firmly against your neck. Hearing you cry softly, he pauses.
"My love...am I being too rough?" he asks you.
You shake your head. "No. I'm crying because I love you. I don't ever want you to stop, Kurapika."
Kurapika looks at you with misty eyes. "I love you, too, (Y/N). Promise me...stop me if I'm hurting you."
You pull your pelvis up, grinding against him. "You're not hurting me...please...don't stop."
"In that case...there's something I'd like to try."
"Anything...just please...I need you," you say.
Kurapika releases his grip on your wrists. You whimper as he pulls out of you. He picks you up off the mattress.
"Turn around," he whispers.
You listen to him, positioning yourself on your hands and knees. He grabs your waist. He enters you from behind, filling you with an inch at a time. You take him in, hungrily. You back up against his hips, waiting for him to thrust into you.
Kurapika starts off slow, making sure you adjust to the new position. You squeeze your eyes shut as he picks up the pace.
"Ahh...Kurapika!"
"You like that?"
"Yes...please...more."
Just when you think you met your height of pleasure, Kurapika takes his right hand off your waist. He reaches over you, finding your clit. He massages it while thrusting in and out of you. Not knowing pleasure like this existed, you scream. He takes his other hand and places it over your breast, playing with your nipple.
Seconds later, you feel something cold and hard wrap around you. You open your eyes and gasp at the sight of chains wrapping themselves around your body. The ball to his dowsing chain lands to where his right hand was seconds ago. He uses his chain to thrust into you harder all the while pleasuring your most sensitive area.
Your vision turns white. The pleasure builds below your navel and explodes throughout your entire body. Your walls tighten around Kurapika as you climax. He thrusts himself deeply inside of you, holding himself there while rocking against you, spasming. Sounds you never heard him make before fill your ears, making you smile.
The chains slowly fade away. He supports your body while you both fall on the bed.
"You're amazing," Kurapika says, breathing heavily.
You turn around to face him. You play with the loose strands of hair that are covering his face. "I've never experienced anything like this in my entire life."
"So...am I the best you've had?" Kurapika asks you.
You laugh. "Kurapika, you're the only one I've ever had."
Kurapika is taken aback. "What? That was your first time?"
"Yes, silly."
"Why didn't you tell me? I would have been more gentle with you."
"I knew you'd freak out and be afraid to touch me like I'm some sort of delicate flower."
Kurapika kisses your forehead. "You are."
You shove his shoulder, teasingly. "It's my turn to ask. Am I the best you've had?"
Kurapika buries his face in his pillow. He mumbles something to you.
"What did you say? I can't hear you," you say.
Kurapika lifts his head off the pillow. "You're my first as well," he confesses, face flushed.
You almost fall off the bed. "No way! But...you totally knew what you were doing!"
"How would you know? You don't have anyone to compare me to."
"I guess you're right," you say, placing your hand on his. "Anyway...that was incredible. I can only imagine how good it's going to get from now on."
"I can't wait to find out."
The two of you share a passionate kiss before Kurapika gets up. "Meet me out on the balcony."
You change into your pajamas and walk through your new apartment before opening the French door that leads to the balcony. You breathe in the fresh night air as you look at the kaleidoscope of city lights below. You turn on the light switch before taking a seat on one of the chairs. In between two chairs is a small table. Your eyes widen when you see what's sitting on top of it.
Kurapika opens the door and sits in the empty chair. He notices your expression.
"(Y/N)? Is something wrong?"
"Kurapika, what is that?" you ask him, pointing to the ashtray on top of the table.
Kurapika slaps his forehead with the palm of his hand. "You found the bizarre habit you were looking for."
"Since when do you smoke?" you ask, pulling your eyebrows close together.
"I don't. I mean...I only smoke one or two cigarettes on the nights I'm stressed."
"Kurapika, you're always stressed!" you shout.
"I know...I'm sorry if my bad habit offends you. I'll quit. I promise," Kurapika says, standing up from his chair. He stands in front of you, extending his arm. "Forgive me?"
You look away, pretending to be mad.
Seconds later, you take his hand and allow him to help you on your feet. He wraps his arms around you. "You have no idea how much I cherish you. It brings me so much happiness knowing you are going to be living with me."
You rest your head on his chest. "Thank you for changing the worst day of my life into the best."
He kisses the top of your head. "Of course. That's what I'm here for."
You think about all the what ifs from earlier. He's definitely not messy. He's not too kinky in bed. What was my last what if? Oh...right.
You lift your head and look up at Kurapika. "Do you snore?"
Kurapika furrows his brow. "Uh...no. At least I don't believe so. Why? Is that a deal breaker?"
You shake your head. "Of course not. But the smoking has to stop. I care too much about you."
"I appreciate that."
You let out a soft laugh. "I still can't believe I'm your first."
"Yes. My first and only."