The hotel room was quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows. You had collapsed onto the bed after a long day, sighing in relief as you stretched out on the sheets.
Kurapika, ever composed, had taken the armchair by the window, still in his neatly buttoned shirt and vest. His eyes flicked toward you every now and then, soft and unreadable, until finally he set down his book.
“You shouldn’t sprawl like that, angel,” he said smoothly, his voice low in the dim light. “You’ll get cold.”
You glanced at him, rolling over onto your stomach. “You’re staring again.”
“And you’re tempting me again,” he countered, lips curving into the faintest smile.
Your breath caught. “Kurapika—”
He stood, crossing the room with quiet steps, and before you could say another word, his hand was pressed against the mattress beside your head, his body leaning over yours. His scent, faint, familiar, surrounded you, making your pulse quicken.
“You do this on purpose, don’t you?” he murmured, his eyes burning golden even in the low light. “Acting so innocent when you know exactly what you do to me.”
Your face went hot instantly. “I-I don’t….”
His other hand brushed against your cheek, tilting your face so you couldn’t escape his gaze. “Your heartbeat gives you away,” he whispered, smirk soft but devastating. “Angel, you’re trembling.”
“I’m not,” you protested weakly, though your voice cracked.
Kurapika chuckled, the sound quiet and deep. He leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Then why are you blushing this much?”
You buried your face into the pillow, groaning, which only made him laugh again. His fingers traced down your arm, slow and deliberate, until he laced them with yours against the sheets.
“You always try to hide from me when you’re like this,” he said warmly, brushing a kiss against your temple. “But I love it. I love knowing I can do this to you.”
You peeked up at him, wide-eyed. “You’re cruel.”
He smirked, pressing his forehead to yours. “Maybe. But only with you.”
And then, finally, he closed the space, his lips brushing against yours, gentle at first, but lingering, teasing, until your breath came faster and your cheeks burned hotter than ever.
Kurapika pulled back just slightly, just enough to smirk at the dazed look in your eyes. “See, angel?” he whispered. “You can’t hide how much you want me.”
The rain outside had grown heavier, steady sheets against the window as the world faded away, leaving just the two of you in the quiet hotel room.
Kurapika’s lips brushed yours again, firmer this time, and you let out a soft gasp that he immediately stole with his mouth. His hand cradled your jaw, thumb stroking lightly as if he had all the time in the world.
When he pulled back, your lips were parted, breath shaky. He looked at you like he was memorizing the moment, golden eyes sharp and hungry.
“You don’t even realize,” he murmured, tracing the outline of your bottom lip with his thumb, “how irresistible you are when you look at me like that.”
Your cheeks burned. “Kura—”
He cut you off with another kiss, deeper, his tongue sliding against yours slowly, deliberately. His weight shifted as he pressed you back into the mattress, his body warm and solid over yours.
The kiss broke with a soft sound, his lips moving down your jaw to your throat. He lingered there, pressing open mouthed kisses along your pulse until you shivered.
“Angel,” he whispered against your skin, his voice low, husky now. “Your heart is racing so fast. Is it because of me?”
You swallowed hard, your hands clutching at his shirt. “You already know it is.”
He smirked against your collarbone, his hand sliding down from your jaw to the hem of your shirt. “Then don’t hide from me. Let me hear it.”
With practiced patience, he tugged your shirt up, exposing your skin inch by inch. His fingertips grazed along your stomach, teasingly light, making your breath hitch.
“Sensitive,” he noted, amused. “I barely touch you and you’re trembling.”
“Kurapika…” you whined, burying your face in the pillow.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss just below your ribs, his voice vibrating against your skin. “Don’t hide, angel. Let me see you.”
When he finally pulled the shirt over your head, his eyes roved over you, unguarded hunger flashing in his usually calm gaze. He kissed down your chest, slow, reverent, but his hands gripped your waist firmly, pinning you in place when you squirmed.
“Patience,” he murmured. “You’ll get what you want. But I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”
His lips found your nipple, tongue circling before he sucked gently, making you arch into him. One hand moved to your thigh, pushing it apart as he settled between your legs, still extremely slow.
“You’re already warm for me,” he said softly, fingers brushing over the dampness between your thighs through your shorts. Your whole body jolted at the contact, and he smirked, eyes flicking up to watch your face. “Look at you, angel.… you’re beautiful beneath me.”
You whimpered, tugging at his shoulders. “Stop teasing”
He cut you off with a heated kiss, pressing two fingers against your clothed core as you gasped into his mouth. His tongue slipped past your lips at the same moment his fingers pressed harder, dragging over you in slow circles.
Kurapika pulled back just enough to whisper, “I’ll stop teasing when you beg me properly.”
The rain was relentless, drumming steadily against the window, but all you could hear was your own pulse thundering in your ears. Kurapika’s weight was over you, his lips soft but hungry, his golden eyes burning every time he pulled back just far enough to see your expression.
“Angel,” he whispered, voice low, silk over steel. “You’re trembling already. Do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head quickly, breathless. “No. Please don’t stop.”
His lips curved into that faint smile, the one that always left you undone. “Good. I don’t plan to.”
He slid your shorts down slowly, savoring every inch of exposed skin, until you were bared beneath him. His fingers trailed up your thigh, featherlight, just brushing where you needed him most, but never enough pressure.
“Kurapika,” you whined, hips shifting.
His smirk deepened. “So impatient.” He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, dangerously close, his breath hot against your soaked panties. “But I’ll indulge you.”
He hooked a finger beneath the fabric, pulling it aside, and the moment the cool air hit you, you flushed even deeper. His eyes flicked up to catch your reaction, hungry, before lowering again.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and then his mouth was on you.
Your back arched instantly as his tongue dragged over your folds, slow and deliberate. He held your hips down when you tried to buck up, his control unyielding, forcing you to take every slow stroke of his tongue.
“Ah—Kura,” you gasped, hands tangling in his hair.
He hummed against you, the vibration making you shudder. His tongue circled your clit, teasing, before he sucked lightly, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.
“You taste perfect,” he said softly, voice wrecked with desire. “And this—” he slid one long finger inside you, slow, curling just right “—is only the beginning.”
Your moan was loud enough to echo in the room, your thighs trembling around his head. He pumped his finger, steady and precise, curling to hit that sweet spot until you were dripping around him. When he added a second finger, your walls stretched around the fullness, and you clutched his shoulders desperately.
His lips returned to your clit, tongue flicking in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers, drawing you higher and higher until you were on the edge, every muscle flexing.
“Cum for me, angel,” he commanded gently, and the way he said it pushed you over.
You cried out, body arching as waves of release washed through you, his fingers and tongue milking every second until you collapsed back against the sheets, trembling.
He pulled back slowly, licking his fingers clean, his eyes molten with desire. “So beautiful when you come undone for me.”
You were still catching your breath when he leaned over you, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
When he pulled away, his voice was rougher, needier now. “But I’m not finished, angel. Not until you’re begging me to stop.”
His hand slid down your body again, possessive, deliberate.
“And tonight,” he whispered against your lips, “I’m going to ruin you in the best way possible.”
Kurapika hovered above you, lips swollen from kissing, golden eyes dark with lust. His control was terrifying, every touch calculated, every word designed to unravel you.
“You look ruined already, angel,” he murmured, thumb brushing over your lips. “And I’ve barely even started.”
Your body was still trembling from your first orgasm, but his fingers traced down your stomach, brushing against your sensitive folds again. You whimpered, hips jerking into his touch.
He smirked. “So eager. But you don’t get to decide when you fall apart. I do.”
Two fingers slid inside you again, pumping slow, deliberate strokes that had you gasping. Just as you started to tense, building toward release, he pulled out completely.
Your cry of frustration made his smirk widen. “Ah, ah. Not yet. You’ll wait until I say so.”
“Kura, please,” you begged, voice breaking.
He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You’ll address me properly if you want something.” His voice dropped lower, commanding. “Say it.”
Your face burned hotter. “P-Please, master.”
The sound that left his throat was half-groan, half-chuckle. “Good girl.” He rewarded you with his thumb on your clit, slow circles that made your thighs quake. “But begging won’t save you yet.”
You whined, clutching at his shirt. “You’re so mean”
“Mean?” His golden eyes sharpened, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Angel, I’m generous. You’re lucky I’m letting you fall apart at all.”
He teased you like that for what felt like forever, bringing you right to the edge, watching your body tense, your voice break with desperate cries, then pulling away, smirking every time you sobbed his name.
By the time he finally undid his belt and slid his pants down, your body was a trembling mess, slick with need. He stroked himself slowly, letting you see how hard he was, the tip flushed and dripping.
“Look at you,” he said softly, almost reverent. “I’ve never seen anything more perfect than my angel desperate for me.”
He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, stretching you inch by inch until you were clinging to him, gasping at the fullness. He groaned low in his throat, his control faltering for just a moment.
“God, you feel so good,” he muttered, burying his face against your neck as he bottomed out.
When he finally moved, it was slow and deliberate, every thrust angled to make you cry out. He caught your wrists, pinning them above your head, his grip firm. “Don’t move. Let me take care of you.”
The pressure built quickly, too quickly, and you felt yourself spiraling again.
“Kurapika, I— I’m close—”
He slammed deeper, making you moan, but his voice was merciless. “Hold it.”
“Yes, you can.” His eyes burned into yours, his thrusts steady, cruel in their precision. “You’ll cum when I say. Not a second sooner.”
Tears prickled at your eyes as you tried to hold it back, your body trembling violently under him. He leaned down, kissing you roughly, swallowing your whimpers.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, his hand left your wrists and slid between your thighs, pressing hard circles against your clit while he drove into you deeper, faster.
“Now,” he growled against your ear. “Cum for me. Show me who you belong to.”
The orgasm tore through you, violent and overwhelming, your vision white as you screamed his name. Your body clenched around him, dragging a raw groan from his throat as he spilled inside you, hips stuttering against yours.
He collapsed over you, chest heaving, lips pressed to your temple. For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breaths and the storm outside.
When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, but still laced with smug satisfaction. “You did so well, angel. Completely undone… just how I like you.”
You groaned weakly. “You’re cruel.”
Kurapika chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Cruel? No. I’m yours. And I’ll ruin you like this every time you ask.”
Your body was still buzzing, trembling from the first round, when Kurapika pulled out and sat back on his heels. His golden eyes raked over you like you were something to devour, lips curved into a dangerous smirk.
“Already wrecked, angel?” he teased, brushing his thumb across your swollen lower lip. “And yet your body’s still begging for me. Look at you, shaking, dripping all over the sheets. Pathetic.”
You whimpered, trying to close your legs, but he caught your knees and pushed them apart firmly.
“Don’t you dare hide from me.” His voice sharpened, low and commanding. “You wanted me rough? You’ll take everything I give you.”
Before you could catch your breath, he flipped you onto your stomach, pressing your face into the pillows as he slid back inside you in one brutal thrust. You gasped, arching, the stretch overwhelming all over again.
“Fuck, tight again already,” he groaned, gripping your hips so hard you knew he’d leave bruises. He pulled out halfway and slammed back in, the sound of skin meeting skin sharp and obscene in the quiet room.
You clawed at the sheets, moaning helplessly as he pounded into you, unrelenting.
“Too much?” he murmured mockingly, leaning down to bite your shoulder. “Or is my angel greedy enough to take it?”
“I—I can take it,” you choked out, voice breaking.
“That’s right,” he hissed, thrusting harder, deeper. “You’ll take every inch of me, every time, until you can’t even remember your own name, only mine.”
You sobbed into the pillow, his words making heat coil tight in your belly.
He yanked your head back by your hair, forcing you to arch. His lips brushed your ear, his voice dark silk. “Say it. Say who you belong to.”
“Louder.” His hips snapped brutally, making you cry out. “I want the whole damn building to know.”
“You! I’m yours!” you screamed, tears spilling as pleasure raked through you.
“That’s my angel.” He released your hair only to wrap an arm around your throat, holding you upright against his chest as he fucked into you from behind. His free hand snaked down between your legs, fingers circling your clit ruthlessly.
Your walls fluttered, clamping down around him as you sobbed his name.
“God, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he growled, biting at your jaw. “You gonna cum again? Hm?”
He laughed low, cruel and soft. “Beg properly or I’ll stop right here.”
“P-Please, master, let me cum! I need it, I need you!”
“Good girl.” His thrusts grew frantic, punishing, the rhythm of his fingers against your clit pushing you over the edge until you were shaking, screaming his name as you came violently around him.
He held you through it, whispering filth against your ear. “That’s it, fall apart for me. Make a mess. You’re mine to break.”
Your release dragged him with you, his hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside, groaning your name like a curse and a prayer.
When it was over, you collapsed forward, body limp, your thighs trembling uncontrollably.
Kurapika leaned down, kissing the sweat from your shoulder, his voice still dark with satisfaction. “Pathetic, ruined, begging, just how I like you, angel.”
And the worst part? His hand was already sliding down your thigh again, voice promising more.
“Round three, if you can still take it. You can, can’t you?”
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Your body felt like liquid, boneless from two rounds that left you trembling, sore, and delirious. You collapsed into the sheets, breathing ragged, thinking, foolishly, that Kurapika would finally give you rest.
Instead, he traced his hand down your spine, featherlight, until he gripped your ass firmly, spreading you open to watch his cum drip from you. He groaned low in his throat, golden eyes molten.
“Messy angel,” he said softly, cruel amusement lacing his tone. “I fill you once, twice, and you still can’t hold it. Maybe I should keep you stuffed until you learn.”
You whimpered, face buried in the pillow. “Kura, I—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He flipped you onto your back effortlessly, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, while his other dragged down to your raw, sensitive core. His thumb pressed to your swollen clit, and your whole body jolted violently.
“Look at that reaction,” he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips. “Already trembling, already begging me to stop when I haven’t even started. You’ll take more.”
He lined himself up again, and before you could protest, he thrust into you in one deep, brutal stroke. Your scream tore through the room, back arching as the overstimulation hit you like fire.
“Fuck, you’re so tight now,” he growled, snapping his hips against yours mercilessly. “Clamping down on me like your body knows it belongs to me. And it does, doesn’t it?”
“Yes—yes, it’s yours!” you sobbed, tears streaming.
“Good girl,” he praised darkly, thrusting harder. “You’ll cum for me again. And again. Until you can’t think, until you’re crying so sweetly you can’t beg me anymore.”
His thumb returned to your clit, ruthless circles in time with his pounding thrusts. Your legs shook violently, thighs twitching as you screamed his name, another orgasm ripping through you so hard it nearly hurt.
But Kurapika didn’t stop.
“That’s one,” he said calmly, hips never faltering. “We’ll see how many more I can drag out of you.”
Your body writhed beneath him, overstimulation turning every touch into unbearable pleasure. You clawed at the sheets, at his shoulders, sobbing, but his grip on your wrists stayed iron strong.
He leaned down, lips against your ear, voice a velvet knife. “Pathetic little angel, falling apart on my cock. You love it, don’t you? Being used until you can’t think?”
You couldn’t answer, only choke out his name between cries.
“Answer me,” he snapped, thrusting brutally deep, hitting that spot that made your vision spark white.
“Yes! I love it, I love when you ruin me!”
His low chuckle vibrated against your skin. “Good. Then give me another.”
You came again, body convulsing around him, your voice hoarse from screaming. And still, he didn’t stop, relentless, punishing, dragging orgasm after orgasm from you until you were sobbing incoherently, your body shaking violently.
Finally, when you were nothing but a trembling, wet, wrecked mess beneath him, he slammed into you one last time, groaning your name as he came hard inside, spilling deep, grinding it into you until you were filled to the brim.
When he collapsed over you, your body was twitching, your mind barely holding on. He kissed the tear streaks from your cheeks, voice soft now, tender despite the wreckage he’d made of you.
“That’s it, angel. My perfect angel. You took it all for me.”
You could only whimper weakly into his chest, and he smiled, stroking your hair.
“Shh,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “You did amazing pretty girl, relax now i’ll take care of you.”
