Kurapika x Reader One-Shot Collection

Don't Vanish From Me*

Kurapika scowls at his best friend. "A little privacy would be nice."

Kurapika reaches back down, attempting to get a better kiss from me. I give him one and...oh...he's such a good kisser, it's hard to stop. I wrap my leg around his waist and he pushes me against the kitchen counter.

Leorio clears his throat. "I cook there."

Kurapika releases me. We both blush.

"Sorry...I...uh...let's go," Kurapika says.

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We meet the rest of our friends at the restaurant. The smell of the delicious food makes my stomach growl.

I hesitate when it's my turn to order. As much as I want my favorite dish, I chose a salad.

"No dressing, please. And I'll have just water to drink."

Kurapika tilts his head to the side. "(Y/N), we're at your favorite restaurant. Don't you want your usual?"

I shake my head. "I'm actually not that hungry," I lie. I've been thinking about this meal all day. Stupid Leorio had to ruin it for me by showing me those pictures of women and their perfect bodies.

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Later that evening, I stare at myself when I get out of the shower. I suck in, trying to look like one of those models.

I'm glad I only ordered a salad at dinner, even though my stomach is constantly reminding me of how hungry I am.

I pull on my nightgown and walk out of the bathroom to look for Kurapika.

I sigh when I see him out on the balcony.

He spins around, hiding something behind his back when I slide the back door open.

"I already saw it," I say.

He hangs his head. "I'm sorry. It's a bad habit I picked up from Izunavi." He puts out the cigarette.

I lean up against the railing next to him. "It's fine, Kurapika." My eyes fall to his pack of cigarettes that are sitting on the small table between the two chairs. Didn't I hear somewhere that smoking actually suppresses your appetite?

I reach out and grab one of cigarettes. "Where's your lighter?"

"Absolutely not." He snatches the cigarette out of my mouth.

I pout. "So it's okay for you to smoke, but not me?"

He shakes his head. "No. It's bad for your health."

I cross my arms over my chest and look away from him. "Hmph. You know you're being a hypocrite?"

He lets out a soft laugh. "You're adorable. Let's go back inside."

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I wait for Kurapika to finish his shower. We never go to sleep without each other.

He crawls in bed next to me, taking me into his arms. His hair is still a little damp. The smell of his shampoo enters my nostrils and goes straight to my brain. The mixture of bergamot, apples, and his own natural scent makes my legs open involuntarily.

His lips brush my neck. "Waiting for me?"
I tilt my head, giving him better access. "Y...yeah."

His tongue glides down my neck and stops at my shoulder. He pulls down the straps to my nightgown, peeling it off of me along with my panties. He didn't bother putting on any clothes, making it easier for me to reach down and grab his erection. I throw my head back. I want to feel him deep inside of me.