I need Kurapika

| I draw and spam a lot. I love Kurapika more than anything. ⚠️ oc x canon account I love Kura yandere... I live for fanfics

[kamiiayu]

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 📌 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

So, I'm Kami

I like to reblog cute drawings and Kurapika fanfics

I don't like cc x cc ships with him

Please don't comment about other ships with Kura in my posts. I feel hurt.

Do not repost my drawings!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(⁠ーuー⁠゛⁠) Thanks for reading...

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my tag #kurasara is for my oc x canon arts..

[bruevang-blog]

Hello, I love your work! Do you have any headcanons for Kurapika? Like the general ones you’ve done for the adult trio?

✦𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔✦

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 05/27/2026

𝑨/𝑵: Here is another Headcanon, this time: Kurapika Kurta!! Akaku Akaku 🛐🛐 (lol, this automatically took me back to 2020). Thank you so much for your request, I really hope you like these headcanons and that they make sense to you regarding Kurapika's character. For those of you who already follow me and I haven't written your request yet, don't worry!! I'm working through the queue, and I usually try to write a bunch at once so I can drop 3 or 4 posts all together :-D. Happy reading! :-)

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Impeccable as a Shield: His clothes are always perfectly ironed and neatly put together. For Kurapika, personal presentation is armor. If he looks vulnerable or disheveled on the outside, he feels like he’s leaving his weaknesses exposed to his enemies.

Self-Taught Polyglot: He has an absurd natural talent for languages. If Kurapika needs to travel to a new country on mafia business, he’s the type of person who buys a dictionary and learns the basics of the grammar on the flight over.

Impeccable Handwriting: His handwriting looks like it was produced by a 19th-century typewriter. He still prefers to use fountain pens and refuses to sign important documents with cheap ballpoint pens.

He Hates Modern Technology: Kurapika and screens just don't get along. He uses smartphones and computers because his work demands it, but he types using only his index finger, absolutely hates system updates, and gets genuinely irritated whenever an app changes its user interface.

The Sleep Police (For Everyone Else): He doesn’t sleep much himself (he has permanent dark circles that he hides with good lighting or light makeup), but if he catches an ally or a friend pulling an all-nighter, he will forcibly close their laptop and order them to go to bed. Pure hypocrisy.

Ultra-Fast Reader: Kurapika can devour a 400-page book in a single afternoon and remember every single quote. He always carries a paperback in his jacket to read during any five-minute break he gets.

Checklists for Everything: Before leaving the house or starting a mission, he mentally reviews (or writes down in a notepad) a meticulous list of everything he needs. He goes into a silent panic if he realizes he forgot something completely irrelevant, like a pocket handkerchief.

A Terrible Drinker: Kurapika has zero alcohol tolerance. If he has two glasses of wine or any type of alcoholic beverage, his serious mob boss persona completely crumbles. He doesn’t get violent, but he either becomes extremely emotional and clingy, or he starts giving detailed lectures on random historical events until he falls asleep sitting up.

Terrible Sense of Direction for Leisure: If it’s a mission, he maps everything out perfectly. But if you take him to a large mall or a street festival just to relax, he’ll get lost within five minutes because he gets too distracted people-watching.

The Terror of Board Games: Never play Monopoly or Risk with Kurapika. He takes the game entirely too personally, creates complex military strategies, and ruins the fun vibe of the night because he plays to utterly annihilate his opponents. By the end, nobody wants to play with him anymore.

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 & 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:

Cold and Rainy Environments: Overcast weather calms his racing thoughts. Days that are too sunny and loud tend to make him a bit impatient.

Classical and Instrumental Music: Especially the violin and piano. It helps drown out the noise of the world and the literal and metaphorical "noise" of the chains in his mind.

Respectful Intellectual Debates: He loves conversing with people who have intelligent viewpoints, as long as the discussion remains logical and free of shouting.

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬: Kurapika’s relationship with food is defined by balance, lightness, and, above all, a minimalist elegance that reflects his personality. Having grown up isolated in the forest with the Kurta clan, he holds a deep connection to flavors that evoke nature. Dishes featuring fresh mushrooms and wild herbs, like a shimeji or porcini risotto finished with a touch of rosemary and truffled olive oil, are the ultimate comfort food for him, bringing a subtle sophistication that embraces his childhood memories.

Amidst his exhausting routine and the constant tension of working for the mafia, he prioritizes clean, nutritious meals that won't make him drowsy, since he needs to remain alert at all times. Because of this, grilled fish like salmon or trout, seasoned simply with salt, lemon, and fine herbs, paired with crisp, al dente vegetables, are frequent choices. On days when he pulls all-nighters and his nervous gastritis flares up, he seeks the classic comfort of traditional European cuisine, such as a rich, steaming French onion soup served with a slice of toasted artisanal bread and grated cheese to warm his body.

Even his rare preferences for sweets follow this refined standard: he rejects excessive sugar, preferring the natural tartness of desserts made with berries or a nice, rustic apple cinnamon tart. For Kurapika, eating is a silent ritual of restoration and peace.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:

Highly Seasoned or Spicy Food: His palate is incredibly sensitive to heavy spices. If a dish is too spicy, his eyes practically glow out of pure physical desperation.

Inconsiderate or Undisciplined People: People who can't keep a schedule, chew with their mouth open, or touch his things without permission instantly activate his "deep hatred" mode.

Unnecessary Lies: Given his history, he utterly despises dishonesty. Even a silly white lie meant to avoid a minor social conflict will make him lose respect for someone on the spot.

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: If there is anything capable of breaking Kurapika’s impeccable, aristocratic composure, it is chaotic, artificial, or over-the-top cuisine. He has a genuine revulsion for ultra-processed fast food; the smell of hydrogenated fat, massive combo meals, and the sodium overload of franchise burgers or frozen fries make him physically sick.

He also stays far away from greasy, deep-fried pub food, like oil-dripping pastries or pork rinds. Aside from being terrible for his constantly stressed stomach, Kurapika loathes the feeling of having greasy fingers, something extremely bothersome for someone who wears rings and constantly manipulates chains.

Dishes with extreme heat—whether from Mexican or Indian cuisine, or heavily spiced dishes—are his greatest enemies. Since his palate is highly sensitive to strong seasonings, feeling his mouth burn makes him lose his focus and control over the situation, which he absolutely detests.

Lastly, he has a total aversion to sweets that are literal "sugar bombs," such as donuts loaded with colorful frosting, cotton candy, or giant milkshakes drizzled with artificial syrups. For Kurapika, an excess of sugar and sprinkles is a visual eyesore and a waste of flavor, and seeing his friends devour these things genuinely makes him question their life choices.

[kikukiss]

Kurapika

[yyh]

[kamiiayu]

Silly KuraSara drawings... hehdhdhvdvdhhdh

My obsession with him hasn't stopped, but lately it's been difficult to draw 😣💔

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I only drew this because of Tomodachi Life.. I don't have the new one TT but it's really a fun game

[masky-arts]

scarlet eyes

[see-slugger]

Kuraprika !!

[feelsy]

[viscariot]

indescribable emptiness or something like that

[crookedowly]

repressed anger

[verkchay]

KuraPEAKa 🙌

[the-box-of-mine]

How kurapika talks to gon vs how kurapika talks with everyone:

He's out there sassing and ragebaiting everyone

Even killua😭

The sass has been with him since he was a child and what does that even mean 😭?

Then there's gon

He adores him so much arghh.

I know his heart broke and he felt guilty about the fact gon used the nen contract he told him about himself, and almost died because of it (also about not visiting him too).

We got cheated from their reunion :(((

[itscharlie4u]

[bruevang-blog]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write kurapika x reader who are already in a relationship please. like how would thing work and what their day-to-day life would be like!

Thank you so much in advance ♥️♥️♥️

✦𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒙 𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔✦

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 06/30/2026

𝑨/𝑵: Hello, follower!!! Thank you so much for your request!! :-D Here are some headcanons for Kurapika x reader in a couple dynamic that, in my view, wouldn't be a relationship based on clichés and cute moments (at least not in his own way). I wrote this according to the atmosphere Kurapika lives in within the anime/manga, which unfortunately isn't one of the best. With the manga being back, I feel my heart getting heavier every day just thinking about his future… I know these headcanons aren't the fluffiest someone here might have wanted, but this is what I analyzed based on his essence in the manga. Happy reading, everyone!! :-)

𝑷/𝑺: You can read more about Kurapika here on my masterlist

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The following headcanons are based on my own analysis and interpretation of Kurapika in the manga/anime. I know it might disappoint or frustrate those who expected something purely fluff, but this is the conclusion I reached: I couldn't write it any other way without ignoring his reality, which, unfortunately, is a dry, melancholic scenario surrounded by pain.

The nature of the bond through work: The relationship does not develop during leisure time, but in the daily operation of searching for the Scarlet Eyes. You act as a logistical anchor or a direct investigative partner. The bond was established out of mutual utility, technical competence, and the ability to endure his silence without demanding constant emotional vulnerability.

The ritual of removing contact lenses: The most intimate and exclusive moment for you as a couple occurs in the bathroom of isolated hotel rooms at the end of the day. Kurapika removes the black contact lenses he uses to camouflage his eyes. With his pupils exposed and weary from chemical irritation, he allows you to examine his eyes for any injuries or infections caused by prolonged use. The act of letting you touch his face and see his real eyes outside of combat mode is his equivalent of total emotional surrender.

Temporary accommodations and functionality: Your daily routine takes place in high-security hotel rooms or temporary offices funded by bodyguard work. The domestic environment is minimalist, consisting of maps, black market auction reports, and files on the Phantom Troupe. There are no couple decorations. Both of your belongings are organized into easy-to-close suitcases, ready for an evacuation or emergency trip at any moment.

The mechanical and urgent nature of the sexual act: Intimate and sexual moments between you are not preceded by dinners, conversations, or elaborate foreplay. The act occurs out of a mutual and biological need for decompression, motivated by the imminence of death or the end of a violent contract. Kurapika is direct, focused, and physical. The intimacy is silent; the only sounds in the room are the heavy breathing of both and the friction of your bodies. He uses the act to discharge the excess adrenaline he accumulates during days of hunting (come on, Kurapika, right?? At least give yourself the pleasure of releasing the stress, lol).

Absolute control of Nen and chains during the act: He never deactivates his Nen completely, not even in bed. His aura remains tensed around his body in a state of automatic, defensive Ten. The materialized chains do not disappear; they are cast aside next to the pillow or on the nightstand floor, within immediate reach of his right hand. During the most intimate contact, his fingers grip your shoulders or hips with the exact strength of a fighter, leaving temporary marks that attest to the intensity and his lack of inclination toward gentleness.

"Don't move... Stay exactly like that." When you try to say something or shift positions, his fingers tighten against your skin with more force, pinning the weight of his body against yours. He rejects any distraction that might pull him out of that trance of physical relief: "Don't speak. Just hold my weight. I need this right now... just focus on my pace." At the peak of intensity, as the Scarlet Eyes begin to glow in the dim light, he stares directly at you, pouring the urgency of the combat accumulated from previous days into one last, direct statement: "Forget the rest. The outside world doesn't matter right now. Only what's in here. Keep looking at me."

Physical collapse and the anchoring embrace: When contracts are settled and the dust settles, the end of the sexual act serves as the trigger that shuts down the adrenaline keeping him on his feet. Instead of getting up, Kurapika collapses beside you, burying his face in your neck and leaving the weight of his torso over your chest. This act of remaining glued to you is not accompanied by caresses or conversation, but rather by a rigid and possessive embrace: he wraps his arms tightly around your body, holding your skin with force. It is the total surrender of an exhausted body that finally deactivates its Ten and anchors itself in your physical presence to avoid being pulled under by the chronic nightmares that haunt him whenever he closes his eyes.

Complete rejection during mourning and active hunting: There are long periods where physical intimacy is cut down to zero by his choice. When Kurapika uncovers the new whereabouts of a jar containing the eyes of his Kurta brethren, his mind enters a state of obsessive trance. If you attempt a physical approach or a more intimate touch during these days, he will rigidly block your movement, grabbing your hands or pulling away without hesitation. To him, sex or physical pleasure during these moments is seen as a sinful distraction and an insult to the memory of the dead.

The functional haircut: Due to the clandestine routine, he does not visit public establishments for personal grooming. The maintenance of his blonde hair is done by you, in the hotel room, using basic scissors from a first-aid kit. Kurapika remains seated, motionless and in silence, while you trim the strands so they do not obstruct his peripheral vision during fights. The sound of the shears and the permission for you to handle a blade right against his neck replace any conventional gesture of affection.

The pragmatic use of Nen in daily life: Nen is not used for displays of affection, but as a tool for mutual monitoring and protection. In public settings or meetings with mafia informants, you communicate through subtle Gyo signals or the faint tension of the Chain Jail beneath his clothes, indicating the danger level of the location. He trusts you with the knowledge of his Nen conditions—something he hides from almost the entire world.

The efficiency-based division of labor: The routine is mechanical. Kurapika frequently forgets to eat or sleep when he uncovers a new lead on flesh collectors' fetishes. You take control of his caloric intake and data filtering to prevent his body from physically collapsing. He accepts this interference pragmatically, knowing that a blackout would delay his plans for vengeance.

Managing physical exhaustion and the Scarlet Eyes: When Kurapika activates the Scarlet Eyes for long periods, the high fever and extreme fatigue leave him incapacitated for days. In these moments, the relationship reaches its most physical and direct point: you manage his medications, monitor his vital signs, and maintain perimeter security. He does not thank you verbally, but he allows you to remain in the room while he is vulnerable—the greatest sign of trust he can offer.

Restricted and utilitarian physical contact: Casual touches in front of other people are nonexistent, as they would represent a weakness to be exploited by enemies. In private, physical contact occurs to relieve muscle rigidity caused by stress. It consists of firm grips on the shoulders to test each other's readiness, or the act of lying down in the same space merely to share the vigil through the night.

The insurmountable barrier of the Kurta clan: The ghost of the Kurta clan is always present in the room. The recovered jars with the eyes floating in chemical solution are stored in the very same environment where you sleep. Kurapika directs his devotion to the dead; his relationship with you functions as the only link to the living he allows himself to maintain, operating under the mutual awareness that his priority will always be retaliation against the Phantom Troupe.

The absence of promises and the acceptance of the inevitable end: The main pillar sustaining your daily life is clarity about the future—the absence of demands for a future that will not exist. Kurapika does not say he loves you, and he makes no plans for after his revenge is over. The "couple moment" here is the respect for his silence when he looks at the jars of recovered Scarlet Eyes. The silent pact between you assumes that you know the restrictions of the Judgment Chain in his heart and the toll that using Emperor Time takes on his life expectancy. You do not try to comfort him with empty words; you just sit beside him in the dim light, sharing the space with his dead, validating the obsession that rules both of your lives. The relationship is lived in the immediate present of the missions, with the certainty that his quest will end in death or total isolation as soon as the last pair of eyes is retrieved.

[riddleravenclaw]

SAY IT | Bodyguard Kurapika x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!

CW: smut, vaginal sex (unprotected), thigh riding, dirty talk, oral stimulation, chain usage, kissing, explicit content.

Word count: 6.1K

A/N: This is my first tumblr post! I'm in love with Kurapika Kurta so obviously it had to be of him.

Kurapika Kurta, a stoic and composed man, blonde haired and brown eyed with a strong sense of justice.

You only knew pieces of him, tiny fragments barely noticeable to the eye yet your obsession with him had made it easy for you pick up on things others would naturally miss.

He was just a bodyguard, one your father had hired to protect you from the heaps of enemies he had formed along the path to his rise in the mafia world.

Your obsession with him had initially began as nothing but a fleeting teenage-girl crush but it had soon evolved into something deeper — a storm of desire that ceaselessly raged on inside you.

He had managed to consume your every thought, dream and waking moment. The desperation you felt for him had possessed you like a devout prayer, you craved him.

But nothing you did had even a single effect on him.

You had tried everything; brushing your finger against the rough flesh of his hand as he guided you through the corridors of your home, wearing clothing that showed just enough skin to distract any normal man however Kurapika remained indifferent. You had gone as far as to linger a little too close whenever he stood beside you still absolutely nothing, not even the tiniest crack in that infuriating composure of his and it was entirely maddening.

Every detail of his had engraved itself into your mind, you knew the exact rhythm of his footsteps before he entered a room and the exact tone of his voice when he sounded tired but tried so hard to mask it.

You knew far too much about a man who gave you so little.

The darkness of the night draped your room in a velvet abyss, the small light from your lamp flickered gently through the room yet knowing Kurapika was stood outside your door tonight had your heart restlessly pounding.

You sat up from your position and contemplated leaving the room, but what would you ask him? What excuse do you have to disturb him?

Nevertheless, you stood tall and walked toward the door to your large room. The silk of your nightgown flowing from the mellow breeze drifting in from the open window. As your hand reached for the doorknob, his voice came from outside.

"Miss, is everything okay?"

That same cool, calm voice that held no true emotion, not a single telling to how he truly felt.

You bit your lip and yanked the door harshly open, "Get inside."

He blinked, impassive and then titled his head, "I cannot do that unless you are in trouble."

"Well, then lets say I am in trouble." You rolled your eyes.

"Is that so?" He raised a brow, his eyes darting to behind you, examining the room before they landed back on your face.

"What troubles you, miss?" He inquired.

"You." You snapped, "God, you're so annoying."

"I apologise if I have done anything to displease you."

You frustratedly groaned, tilting your head back as the palm of your hands covered your face.

Swiftly you grabbed his wrist, which took him by surprise allowing you to yank him into the room.

He immediately took a step back and brushed down his pressed suit before turning to leave but you stepped in-front of the door, placing your palm against it and slamming it shut then you hastily locked it, the click sound ringing through the room.

"I need your help." You whispered, slowly blinking at him.

"With what?"

Your finger placed itself onto the top of his tie, he clenched his jaw. You stepped closer and began to drag the pad of your finger down his chest, while keeping your eyes locked onto him.

He fiercely held your gaze, not a trace of any reaction among them.

As your finger worked it's way down, Kurapika wrenched it back. His hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, he pulled your arm up and held it aggressively against the door as he leaned in, hot breath fanning against the exposed skin of your collarbones.

"Miss." His voice was low but the control in it had began to waver, "What exactly do you think you are doing?"

You swallowed hard, his grip on your wrist remained firm pining it beside your head as he intensely held your gaze but you did not plan to backdown.

"I wanted to see how long you'd keep pretending you haven't noticed what I've been doing."

A muscle jumped in his jaw.

"You enjoy making things difficult, don't you?" he said evenly. "Brat."

His words stole the air from your lungs as you sucked in a sharp breath.

Kurapika then realised what he had just said, he immediately dropped your arm and took a step back, his expression hardening as he avoided your eyes.

"Aw." You pouted, "Don't look away, not after saying that." You stepped toward him and leaned in, "I like being called a brat, would you say it again for me?"

He offered no response but an unreadable expression on his features as he glanced at you.

"I promise I'll be a good girl and go back to sleep if you say it." You whispered, dropping your voice low.

A long measured exhale flowed passed his lips as if his composure was weakening.

"You're deliberately being troublesome, miss."

"That wasn't what I had asked." You complained, "Kurapika."

He gulped, forcing himself to remain unfazed yet the sound of your soft, delicate voice saying his name had completely struck him, sinking destructively beneath the carefully constructed walls he had spent months maintaining.

His hands fisted beside him as if he was trying to physically restrain himself and you had instantly noticed.

A smirk played on your lips as you desirously whispered his name again, "Kurapika."

His gaze immediately snapped to yours.

"Don't do that." He drawled out.

"Do what?" You feigned innocence, concealing an amused smile.

"Say my name like that." He grumbled sounding entirely frustrated.

"Like what?" You took a step forward.

"Get back in bed. Now."

"What if I don't want to?" You knew what you were doing, you could see his frustration plain on his beautiful features.

"You think this is amusing?" It was Kurapika now taking a step toward you, his height towering over your frame.

"I think you're too serious all the time." You took a step back as he advanced, "And I think you're trying very hard not to look at me."

He kept his gaze on your face, not lowering it to where you so desperately wanted him to look. You wore this uncomfortable silk nightgown just for him, for his satisfaction and pleasure yet he had paid no mind to it. It aggravated you.

"You can look at me, I wore this—" Your hands travelled down your body, tracing the smooth silk of your pink gown, "Just for you, Kurapika."

And then he shattered, his gaze finally fell to your body following the movement of your hands as they slowly and provocatively dragged down your gown.

A satisfied smile spread across your lips, "See, that's all I wanted." You took a small step closer, holding his gaze, lowering your voice to a sultry whisper, "I've been standing here all this time wondering if you'd ever stop being so disciplined and actually look at me."

A hint of annoyance crossed his features, though it wasn't directed entirely at you. It was the irritation of a man watching his own self-control slip through his fingers and being powerless to stop it.

He had always kept such an unyielding bind on his control, never allowing himself to crack even when you had managed to drag him to the edge of his constraint because you were his responsibility, his to protect, a job he cannot fail.

"You're insufferable." He hissed, dragging a hand across his face before fixing you with a sharp glare, "A little menace."

"So what are you going to do about it? You can't simply let me get away with this insolence, can you?" You mocked.

He deeply breathed in, "What would you have me do, miss?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'd have you stop calling me miss to begin with."

"Yeah?" He raised a brow, walking until he was stood only mere inches from you, "Still thinking about that, are you?" His voice became deeper, dangerously low as a touch of amusement slipped through, "You've been trying all night to get me to call you a brat again." His finger gripped your chin, forcing your eyes to lock with this, "How utterly embarrassing."

Your mouth parted at his response, your witty reply vanished immediately and you felt warmth envelope your skin. The feel of his finger on your chin so palpable as he drank in your presence with his burning stare.

"Get. Back. In. To. Bed." He said, dragging out each word with command and weight, "You brat."

You bit your tongue and stepped back, watching as his grasp fell from your chin and then you began to make your way toward your bed when you felt him grab your arm. You gulped and turned to look at him, there you saw a look of complete wickedness upon his face.

"Crawl to it." He demanded.

"What?" You could feel your breathing accelerate and your heart loudly thump as his words echoed through your mind. Crawl to it.

"Come on sweetheart, get on your pretty knees and crawl to your bed."

You blinked in astonishment; watching as the moonlight forced its way through the glass window, like molten-platinum it canvased him making him appear almost saint-like.

When you hadn't moved he shook his head, "Tch, where's all that confidence gone?" his tone mocking.

Gulping harshly you slowly knelt to the floor, the palms of your hands pressed against the cold ground as you held his gaze. He tilted his head, the shadow of a smirk etching itself onto his pink lips, he liked this sight, you on your knees for him, more than he would ever admit.

You turned giving him a good look at your plump ass, Kurapika's breath hitched, it was but a soft whisper cutting through the tension in the thick air between you two but you had caught it immediately.

Everything was silent in the room, too silent that it made your skin anxiously squirm.

As you leisurely crawled toward your bed, hiking your ass as high up in the air so your back appeared arched, you could feel the palms of your hands sweat and your thighs yearned to be squeezed together. All the dirty things you had ever dreamt of Kurapika doing to you came rushing to the front of your mind, absorbing you in a hypnotic state of fervour.

Still, you didn't dare turn to look back even as the curiosity stabbed at your skin relentlessly.

Reaching your bed you finally stood up but you were immediately dragged back down, as if something had pulled you. Kurapika stood with his hand outstretched, the chains he wore on his right hand gleaming in the flicker of the pearly moonlight.

"What did you do?" You snapped out, your breathing erratic, "I can't move."

"You enjoy playing little games with me, don't you Y/N?" He taunted, "Edging me on, mocking me, teasing me, doing as you pleased." He sauntered toward you, his right hand remained outstretched.

That's when you notice a slight amber glint in his gaze, you thought you were seeing things and so you shook your head.

"Well, it's my turn to play with you now." He pulled you up to stand before pushing you onto the bed, you looked up at him as he stared down at you through darkened eyes.

He remained ever composed yet his stare devoured you with hunger that bordered on reverence and it made you crumble to pieces.

"Kurapika—"

"Quiet." He leaned down and placed his finger against your soft lips, he only had to tap once and you instantly understood, he wanted your lips around his finger. Opening your mouth, you wrapped your plump lips around his digit and began to suck, "That's my good, smart girl."

Your tongue lapped at his finger as your lips sucked all the while Kurapika watched you through half-lidded eyes, a fiery heat brewing in the depths of his stare.

He noticed when you squeezed your thighs together and he chuckled under his breath, pulling back his finger he sat himself beside you on the bed and parted your legs, watching as your gown rode up to bunch against your hips.

You silently watch as he teasingly slides his hand closer and closer to your cunt. A squeak leaves your lips in haste as you feel his fingertip brush the clothed flesh of your pussy.

"Already so wet for me." He smirks.

"Touch me." You mumble out in wild desperation.

"What was that?"

You widen your legs enough for him to perfectly fit himself in-between you, like a puzzle piece, "Need you, please touch me."

He clicked his tongue in quiet disapproval, "Bratty girls don't get to make demands."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, warming your skin, but you held his gaze all the same.

"Then what do they get?" You challenged.

Kurapika's hand grasped the hem of your nightgown and he began to slowly take it off, the silk fabric brushing against your cold flesh as he removed it and tossed it aside leaving you seated on the bed in your white laced lingerie.

He instantly recognised it, the delicate white lace, the absurdly expensive set you had insisted on purchasing months ago during a shopping trip you had forced him on. It had been another one of your foolishly desperate attempts to get his attention. He knew, of course he knew.

"They need to learn to be patient." He played with the strap of your bra, gliding it down your arm and then back up to rest on your shoulder.

The frustration of not being touched began to pierce at you and you felt yourself grow with agitated restlessness.

Patience was not a virtue you had ever possessed.

You had never been denied anything, people bent over backwards to satisfy your whims before you even voiced them and now Kurapika was cruelly teasing you. He delighted in the fact that he was messing with you, playing and mocking you.

"You're enjoying this." You seethed.

He danced his fingertips on the exposed skin of you thighs, "Immensely."

"If you don't touch me, I'll—"

"What?" He cut you off, "What is the spoiled brat going to do?"

Your eyes narrowed, "I am not spoiled, you take that back!"

His right hand travelled to your collarbones and your skin shivered from the cool, metal of his chains as he wrapped his hand around your neck, "Last month you made the chauffeur and I wait for three hours because you couldn't decide which necklace suited your dress."

You swallowed, he tightened his hold on your neck, "Oh and let's not forget the time you bought an absurdly expensive painting simply because someone else wanted it."

Eagerness clouded you and you pushed back his hand, shuffling to sit in his lap. Kurapika leaned back and let you situate yourself comfortably on his thighs, he could feel your wet arousal through your laced panties and you instantly felt him harden.

"Fine. I'm spoiled, and since I always get what I want—" You reached behind and swiftly unclasped your bra, throwing it carelessly behind you "I want you."

Kurapika's eyes drifted from yours to your breasts and then back to your eyes.

"Move." He commanded, "Ride my thighs. Show me how desperate you are for me, pretty baby."

He grasped your hips with his large hands and forced you down onto his thighs. You began to roll your wet slick against his clothed pants, biting your lip to hold back your unstable, sharp breaths.

The feel of his pants is oddly smooth against your feather-like laced underwear, the warm flesh of your cunt sensitive. Kurapika pushes his thigh up between your legs and you yelp out in a surprised, pleasure filled moan.

"Fuck." Kurapika madly whispers.

"Kura— I need you, ah, inside me, it's too much."

He only juts his thigh in-between your legs again, against the throbbing flesh of your wet cunt, his hands on your hips guiding you back and forth on his clothed leg as he clenches his jaw from the sight of you coming undone.

"If you can't be patient, you get nothing."

You need him touching you, holding you, squeezing you and so you grab one of his hands and place it on your tit, the right hand in specific.

Your skin is flushed warm from the pleasure rippling through you, the feel of his cold chains against the hot skin causes you to slightly jerk but soon the biting metal drinks in your warmth.

Kurapika's lips find your nipple as his hand squeezes your other tit. He circles his tongue around the hardened bud and then begins to passionately suck making you arch into his chest.

"Take it off." You breathlessly demand.

His lips part from your nipple with a popping sound as he fixes his stare onto your face, watching as your parted lips release sharp, quick breaths.

"Do elaborate."

"Take your shirt off or I'll rip it off, you ass." You frustratedly snapped.

For a short second, Kurapika simply looked at you then one corner of his mouth lifted in pleased humour, you were breaking apart.

"Threatening me now." He amused, slowly he reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face letting his fingertips linger on your cheek. "I'll do as you say." He whispered, his gaze fixed steadily on yours, "When you beg me."

Your pleasure filled expression soured instantly, you stopped moving against his thigh and he raised a brow expectedly, "Beg me to undress."

"I don't beg for anything." You scowled, fisting his button-up shirt in your left hand, "Take it off."

Kurapika looked down at where your hand had wrinkled the fabric then back up at you, "That's the issue, isn't it?" He droned, "You've spent your entire life behaving like an entitled, little brat." He grabbed you by the neck tilting your head back, forcing your gaze to snap to the ceiling, "You will beg me." He dug his fingers into to your tender, warm flesh, "Go on pretty baby, Beg me."

"Please Kurapika, take it off, take your shirt off." You pleaded, "I need to feel you, I need to touch you."

He gasped out in amusement, he didn't expect a girl like you to give in so quickly.

"Perfect." He hushed, "You listen just like that, sweetheart, and you'll get exactly what you want."

You watched as he unbuttoned his shirt at an agonisingly slow pace, revealing pieces of his pale flesh as his long fingers worked down his chest. When he got to the last button you hurriedly assisted him in taking the shirt of, throwing it sloppily to the side.

You placed your hand against his skin and felt the heat radiating off him, it made you shiver at the thought of him being just as aroused as you are. You leaned down and placed a kiss on his chest, just below his collarbone, gentle and delicate before you licked along the actual collarbone.

"I can feel your breathing rise against my tongue." You teased him.

"Hmm, yeah." Kurapika sighed out, he couldn't think straight not with your tits pressed against the bare flesh of his chest.

"Yeah" You murmured, your lips ghosting over his collarbone again, a smile tugged at your mouth, "It makes me want to trace every inch of you with my tongue just to feel your breathing."

Kurapika went still, his mind rushing from the echo of the words that had just spilled out your gorgeous mouth, in that elegantly provocative tone of yours.

You peppered short, intimate kisses against his chest, moving toward his neck where you began to harshly suck as you resumed your back and forth riding on his clothed thigh.

"You're always so put together." You muttered against his hot skin, "Always so composed like you think you're impossible to crack. It fucking infuriated me."

Kurapika clenched his jaw, forcing his gasps inside as he tilted his head back letting his eyes close as you rode his thigh and sucked on his neck, marking him yours.

"You're mine, Kurapika." You kissed the edge of his lips, "Mine to command, mine to pleasure, mine to play with, mine to—"

He shut you up by harshly smashing his lips against yours, his tongue slid deliberately against yours. He deepened the kiss as his hands gripped your round, plump ass. You melted into the kiss, closing your eyes and feeling the soft flesh of him pressing against you so divinely.

In your distracted state Kurapika moved one of his hands toward the band of you laced underwear and briskly slipped it inside. You squealed and rushed back, breaking the kiss with a quick, soft sound. He toyed at the entrance of your cunt, slipping his finger in half-way before pulling out, smearing your slick against your skin.

Your gasps came out messy and fast, like you were having trouble containing yourself.

"So drenched." He teased, "Tell me want you want and ask nicely."

"I want your, nughh, fingers, want your fingers." You forced out through the pleasure clouding your mind.

He didn't move and you rocked yourself against his hand in impatience, "Please Kura." You groaned.

"Ah, fuck! Kura oh—" Your words spilled out as he thrusted his finger into your soaking cunt, you leaned back in a dazed state but Kurapika caught you by placing his hand on your back, forcing you against his body as he fucked his finger into you.

"That's it, angel, tell me how good it feels and I'll reward you."

"Mhm so good, Kura, need more." You were overwhelmed with pleasure as his finger worked magic.

He leaned into you, resting his head on your breasts as he slipped another finger into your pussy and then without warning he slipped in a third causing you to loudly moan from the surprise and the feeling of being so full with his long digits.

"You sound so beautiful, keep making those sounds for me pretty girl." He kissed your nipple.

Your eyelashes fluttered closed as you bathed in the feeling of his fingers curling inside you, you began to ride against his fingers as he roughly thrusted them inside you.

The little gasps of pleasure, the pants of neediness coming from your lips caused his cock to harden against his boxers.

"K-Kura, I'm cuming, gonna hit me." You whined out.

"Pretty baby." He leaned back and watched you in your pleasure filled state, your mouth parted, your head tilted back, your eyes closed, "Go on, cum for me, coat my fingers like the dirty girl you are."

You cried out as your release washed over you, causing your legs to ceaselessly shake. Kurapika kept jutting his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high. As you came down from your release, he ripped apart your lace panties and pushed you onto the bed, back against the soft duvet.

Kurapika knelt over you and unbuckled himself, you watched with wide eyes brimmed with excitement. He shuffled out of his pants and you leaned up slightly, fingertips grasping the band of his boxers, he nodded and you pulled down his underwear. Immediately, his hard cock sprang out, slapping against his abdomen and you breathed out shakily at the sight of it.

He is thick, curved perfectly and almost delicate looking.

You bit your lip and raised your hand up to wrap around his cock but he stopped you, pushing your hand gently down beside your body. He then teasingly bent down, parting your legs as he situated himself between your thighs.

"So beautiful." He whispered, "Need to taste you." And then his mouth was on you, his tongue dragged over your folds slowly. Your back arched and he instantly held your hips down when you tried to buck up, pinning you in the position.

He swirls his tongue around your clit and you immediately gasp, the sound barely above a whisper. Your hand fists into his blonde locks, pulling and tugging as he licks and sucks you.

He looks up at you as he continues to devour your drenched cunt, "Oh Kurapika." You manage to force out, he purrs against you as he fucks his tongue into you and you squeal in aching bliss.

You glance down and lock eyes with him. Kurapika stares at you, his eyes adorned in a vivid, deep red; the colour of cut gemstones, not soft like rubies but sharp and fiery like diamonds. A burning scarlet.

He hummed against the flesh of your cunt as he felt your legs begin to shake again, "Look at me, my sweet girl. See how good I'm making you feel." You panted quickly as your sight became engulfed in spots of black from your second release.

Kurapika sat up, his chin coated in your wet slick.

"So beautiful when you come undone for me."

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath.

"Look at you, so ruined for me." He teased, leaning down to place a kiss against your lips, "Just how I want you." He kissed your neck, "What was it you said, that I'm yours." He placed another kiss, harsher, stronger, "No, Y/N, it is you who are mine."

Before your mind could register his words, you felt your arms and legs part — held up by silver chains as Kurapika looked down at you from above. The cold metal curled around your wrists with serpentine grace as Kurapika drew it taunt with a harsh pull making you squeal.

"Say you're mine—" He grasped your jaw, "And only then will I give you what you want."

You stubbornly narrowed your gaze at him, struggling against the biting chains that ensnared you, but with every struggle the metal dug deeper into your flesh.

"You want to fill me up too, Kurapika." You whined, "Don't you want to know how I feel?"

He smiled at you; it wasn't a normal smile like one would show when they're happy, this one was mocking, laced with cruelty. "It doesn't matter what I want." He hummed, "I can take care of myself very well."

His hand left your jaw and grasped your wrist. He leaned in and licked a strip from your wrist to your finger before wrapping his mouth around it and sucking. You watched in awe as he lapped at your finger, biting and nibbling at the flesh.

Your finger left his mouth with a pop as he placed a kiss on your palm, "You, however angel, have been imagining this for a very long time."

Had he seen you? When you pleasured yourself to the thought of him at night, moaning out his name in quiet, soft gasps as your legs shook with the image of his cock pounding in you. Had he heard you gasp his name in a chant?

You look away from his burning stare, toward the window and at the endless night sky scattered with shards of stars that resembled glass. You used the ethereal scenery to calm your racing heart.

"No." Kurapika's fingers tipped your face back, "Look at me."

And you obeyed, you looked into his scarlet eyes as they gleamed a gentle red like candlelight.

"Tell me what you would do when you thought no-one was watching? Who's name lingered at the tip of your tongue when you fucked yourself?" He whispered, his lips brushing against the skin of your chained wrist.

You shakily breathed out, "You."

"And what is my name, darling?" He squeezed your wrist.

"Kurapika." You moaned loudly, because as you said his name, he had sank his cock into your soaked cunt, pounding in as you lay beneath him writhing in complete ecstasy.

His hair fell softly across his forehead, his scarlet eyes impossibly spirited in the dim light, "So fucking tight." The mere sight of you, a moaning, whining mess under him had Kurapika going crazy, he could no longer contain himself as he rammed his cock into you.

He had imagined you in this position before. When he was alone in his office, after spending the whole day with you and your incessant attempts at capturing his attention; you had succeeded but he never let it show.

He would find himself laid back in the armchair, legs spread wide with his cock grasped in his tight hold as he pumped himself to the thought of you wrapped around his waist, your hands placed on his shoulders as he fucked into you, marking you entirely and only his. He would picture you kneeled before him, looking at him with your wide eyes as your mouth sucked on his cock, he would fuck into your mouth and you would gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"You were right, sweetheart." Kurapika groaned as he released the chains binding your legs, they fell away with a soft metallic clang, and you instantly wrapped them around his hips, clinging to him as he slammed into you, your velvety walls squeezing his cock tight, "I have wanted you like this."

You whined at his confession, all those layers of impassiveness and clam hid desire underneath. He had always wanted you a moaning mess beneath him.

"Kurapika, please harder!" You strained the words out.

He complied almost instantly and began pounding into you, his cock drilling your hole as he leaned down and buried his face into the crook of your neck, licking and kissing the warm, sweaty flesh.

"Release the chains, wanna hold you." You begged Kurapika.

"What's that, baby?" Kurapika muttered into your skin, in his lust filled daze he hadn't heard what you said.

"Wanna hold you, Kura." You repeated, pleading, "Let me hold you, please."

The chains unravelled from your wrists causing your arms to fall and you shoved a hand into his hair while the other arm wrapped around his waist feeling his sticky, warm skin.

He leaned back and stared you in the eyes, the deep scarlet still burning fierce.

"I-I, oh, gonna cum, can't hold it." You cried in bliss, feeling your body squirm in excited anticipation.

Kurapika slowed down his movements and you groaned in distress, "Say you're mine." He seethed.

You shuffled your body, trying to fuck yourself into him.

"You wanna cum baby? say you belong to me, I'll let you cum."

You groaned and swore under your breath, "I belong to you." You screeched, "I am yours Kurapika."

"That's my good girl." He leaned down and placed a harsh kiss against your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth as he quickened his movements again, fucking his cock into your cunt, the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the tense room and it sent you spiralling.

Tears prickled at your eyes as you felt the sensation of your release sieze you, "Kura, don’t stop ugh!" You sobbed in pleasure, the sound of your voice doused in such fervour was bewitching to him, "I-I'm close, so close baby." You whined.

"Cum for me, my Y/N." He whispered into your ear, biting your earlobe as your release shattered through you, gripping you entirely.

Kurapika kept pounding into you as you released, "Gonna cum in you, fill you with my seed." He moaned, "You're gonna take it like a good girl, yeah."

You could only whine in response, nodding your head in eagerness.

He gripped your hips, pulling out half-way then he slammed back into you, the sound of skin hitting skin was obscene yet so alluring to the both of you, like a drug.

"Taking me like the good, little brat you are." He titled his head toward the ceiling as you clawed at his back, leaving painfully, red scratch marks on his flesh.

His pounding was unrelenting, his stamina even more so.

Then came his release with a groan and a whimper his load shot into your hole and you felt yourself shiver in pure pleasure, the feeling was everything you had dreamed of and more.

"You're squeezing me so tight, baby, cum with me." You shook and twitched as you felt yet another release consume you.

Kurapika stayed close, unwilling to put distance between you just yet and you pulled him down until his weight settled over you, hugging his body against yours.

"You belong to me too, pretty boy." You whispered into his ear, "Say it and I'll—" Your hand travelled lower between you and his eyes flickered, he understood immediately what you meant.

He licked his lips, "You think one pretty offer will make me fold?"

"No." You softly smiled, "But you will say it."

"Oh?" He smirked, "And why would I? I don't belong to anyone, least of all you."

"I'm your boss." You snapped.

Kurapika's mouth twitched, "I take orders from your father." He replied calmly, "Therefore, he's my boss."

Frustration bubbled inside you, "Why won't you just say it?!" You seethed, your tone carrying the same wounded offense as someone entirely unaccustomed to hearing the word no.

Kurapika smiled faintly and shook his head, "You are truly unbeliveable."

His fingers caught your chin in a tight, vice-like grip, "My spoiled girl being denied what she believes she already owns, how outrageous."

You hated him mocking you, "I'll never let you touch me again." You threatened.

"We both know that is a lie." He pulled out of your sensitive hole causing you to whine and shake from the feeling, he then cupped your cunt with his right hand, letting the ice-cold of the chain shock you, "You crave my touch far too much to deny yourself."

"Just say you belong to me, Kurapika, say it!" You demanded.

"Okay." He whispered, "I belong to you, miss."

He leaned up and kissed you softly on your lips, holding you close to him as he basked in the feeling of your body.

You pulled back and pushed Kurapika down as you crawled toward his cock, "I did say I'll do it, if you said it."

Kurapika comfortably leaned back and watched as your hand wrapped around his thick cock, he was really hard. You began to stroke him gently, looking up through your eyelashes to watch him and you noticed the way he swallowed hard when you sped up your pace around his cock.

His slick gathered at the tip of his cock and you ran your thumb across it, smearing it along the length of his girthy cock. His head tipped back against the cold wall, lips parted as quiet whimpers fell and his eyes were squeezed shut.

"Look at me, Kurapika." You whined, "Watch how my mouth fits you so perfectly."

You leaned down letting your tongue flick across the tip of his cock, Kurapika's eyes shot open and latched onto you, onto the sight of your plump, pink lips wrapped around his cock as your tongue swirled, lapping up his slick.

His back arched off the wall, "Y/N — oh fuck!" His voice cracked and you smirked against him, revelling in the feeling of knowing you made him snap.

You took him further into your mouth, using your hand to wrap around the part that didn't fit inside as your other hand massaged your tit. Kurapika couldn't take the sight of you like this any longer, he felt himself begin to fragment, pieces of his composure falling as he bit his lips to hold back his whines.

His thighs began to tremble when you hallowed your cheeks, dragging your tongue along the underside as you bobbed your head sucking him. His hand reached for your head, fisting in the strands as he fucked himself into your mouth, "Fuck, baby, taking me in your mouth so good." He groaned out.

You continued to suck and stroke him, while he shoved himself into your mouth. "Gonna cum in your mouth, don't move." Kurapika breathlessly demanded.

He whimpered in soft cracks as his load shot into your mouth, hot and salty and you swallowed. Sitting up you placed yourself back into his lap, opening your mouth to let him see you had taken it all.

Kurapika leaned in and kissed you, before moving his lips to your neck. Biting, kissing, sucking and licking while his hand kneaded at the flesh of your tit, pinching your nipple.

You pulled back and grasped his cheeks in the palms of your hands, "Stay tonight."

"I hadn't planned on leaving."

[tomoless]

After I rewatched HunterxHunter, there was like a week where all I drew was Kurapika

[dreamydoodless]

I love Kurapika more than myself