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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kira_Yoshikage_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable)/Sugimoto_Reimi
  Character:
      Kira_Yoshikage_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable), Sugimoto_Reimi
  Additional Tags:
      noncon, Underage_-_Freeform, Hand_Fetish, Asphyxiation, Character_Death,
      Vaginal_Sex, necrophilic_handjobs, Knives, Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-06 Words: 1815
****** Darling ******
by mrhandy
Summary
     Kira takes what he wants from Reimi and attempts to take even more.
Notes
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     Otherwise, enjoy~
See the end of the work for more notes
Kira’s grip struggled to keep the knife still. She kept squirming below him,
screaming until a white buzz clouded his mind.
Reimi .
Her name pounded against the inside of his skull. Kira set the knife down on
the nightstand next to the bed and brought his newly freed hand to her neck.
“Shut up.” He hissed through his teeth and pressed down on her throat.
Reimi tensed and pressed her lips together, smothering her weak whimpers and
controlled her breathing. Kira proceeded to waste no time and reached for one
of her hands. He studied her fingers, rolled her knuckles between his
fingertips, and noted how her cheap manicure had already shown signs of wear.
Regardless, a sick liquid fire burst from his chest and trailed down into his
gut until it settled in his groin. Kira took in a shaky breath and closed his
eyes as he brought the hand closer to his face. He didn’t stop until he felt
warm skin pressed tight against his cheek. A gasp escaped his parted lips and
his cock twitched at the contact. He nuzzled against her, his nose poked at her
fingers until he felt the soft skin of her palm. Kira opened his mouth to taste
her but she was then yanked out of his grip and his fantasy crumbled into dust.
Kira’s eyes shot open and he stared blankly at the wall in front of him before
he thought to look down. Reimi was still there, the hand he attempted to
assault held close against her chest.
“Please, don't.” She mumbled over her sobs. “Don't hurt me, don't hurt-”
Kira struck her across the face. The contact with the back of his hand and side
of her head was followed by her pained yelp.
“Stop talking.” Kira grabbed her to turn her over. He pressed against the back
of her head, her face nosing into the bed sheets. Reimi stilled, willing to
cooperate again but Kira didn't let go. As he held her in place, he reached for
her hand again. Her arm twisted around behind her as he maneuvered it back to
his mouth. Reimi gasped, the awkward position bent her shoulder at an unnatural
angle.
“W-wait!” She tried to call out but her voice was caught in her throat.
Kira ignored her, lost in the intimacy he shared with her hand. His hips bucked
forward against her ass and she shuddered. His tongue began to trail up and
down her fingers, sucking on every finger tip before kissing her palm. Kira's
cock had began to swell as he continued with his affections. Reimi squeezed her
eyes shut and shook her head against Kira’s hold.
“You’re so…” He whispered as his hips rocked against her, the friction
rendering him hotter and harder. “So soft…”
Kira continued to murmur against her fingers, kissing every knuckle. He let go
of the back of her head only to reach for his belt. Reimi eased up when she
felt his hand lift off her but tensed again when she heard the undoing of the
buckle. Her voice strained out of her, a tortured sob in response to the
realization of what was to come. Despite being occupied with Reimi’s hand, Kira
made quick work of his pants and quickly shimmied out of them. His dick pressed
against the fabric of his underwear and he only sought to remedy the ache in
his crotch, starting with pulling Reimi’s hand down toward it.
“A-ah!” Reimi called out in pain as her arm continued to twist and bend. “Stop
it!”
Kira ignored her still and forced her hand to run along the hardness of his
length. He sucked in a breath and grabbed for her hip to balance himself. He
rutted against her palm, handling her hand to spread it open and mold her
fingers around his dick. Clueless, Reimi let him until she felt the damp heat
in her hold and heard the quiet moan from the back of his throat. She yanked
her hand away with a panicked grunt but didn’t have time to act again as Kira
grabbed onto her waist to keep her still.
“You bitch…” He growled and grinded his hips against her ass, promptly flipping
her dress to pull down her panties. “I’ll make this quick then. If you prefer.”
He freed his cock and touched himself, pumping his erection in anticipation for
relief. Reimi choked out a sob, feeling defeated. Kira reached for her hand
once more and pulled it closer. He nipped at the skin of her fingers and
positioned his cock over her cunt. He pulled and tugged on her hand, bending
her arm back into an uncomfortable position and then he leaned forward.
Kira breached her pussy. He inhaled through his nose and closed his eyes,
attempting to link the sensation of sex with the small fist that he held with
care close to his lips. Sobs shuddered out of the girl below him and she
attempted to scratch at Kira’s face. He only needed to yank her arm back to get
her to stop, the ache in her shoulder enough to cease any struggling.
Kira bucked into her and bit down onto a finger, soon tasting the metal of her
blood. He ignored her cries, only focusing on the beauty and perfection of her
hand. The softness of her skin was overwhelming and the movement of his hips
quickened as the sensation filled his head. Underneath him, Reimi buried her
face into the bed sheets. Her body was as tense and taut as piano wire but he
didn't care. The object of Kira's lust were simply her hands. His tongue licked
up and down along her fingers, his kisses smothered her palm, and his nose
brushed along her velvet soft wrists. The hot coil in his gut winded tighter
with every thrust he threw into her until it snapped. He shivered and yanked on
her hand as he arched his back and spilled into her. A dull crack accompanied
with Reimi’s guttural shriek shook him from his orgasm and he glanced at her.
Her arm was twisted in a sickeningly abnormal position and something round
bulged out from under the skin of her shoulder. Reimis cries filled the room.
Her screams were unrelenting. Kira tsked his tongue and tugged on her arm as if
to get her attention.
“You're too loud.” His words drowned in the sea of Reimi’s piercing voice and a
slight panic began to mount in his chest. He dropped her hand and pulled out of
her.
He had to leave.
He glanced at her hands, reluctance swelling inside him. They were beautiful,
perfect. Her fingers were thin and slender, her skin pale and smooth. At her
age, looks were everything and it showed with the proper care she took of her
nails and skin. He couldn’t just leave them behind. At that moment, Kira
remembered the knife. It was still on the nightstand where he left it and as
Reimi’s sobs and cries settled into pathetic whimpers, he grabbed it. It felt
heavier than he recalled.
Kira reached for the hand of the uninjured arm, curling his fingers around her
thin wrist.
“I’m sorry I ever thought of leaving you behind.” He cooed and brought the hand
to his lips. He brushed them over her knuckles and brought up the knife to
slice at her forearm. Reimi shrieked and pulled away. Her cries continued to
bounce off the walls and her legs kicked in every which way they could. Kira
snapped.
“Shut up! Shut up! Goddammit!” He plunged the knife down, lodging it into her
back. It pierced pink fabric, then skin, then bone. He yanked it out and threw
it down again and again and again. Each hit, Reimi coughed or screamed or
choked out a howl. The pain in her cracking voice as evident as in her twisted
expression.
“You’re too loud.” He whispered, unseeing the red that bled through the back of
Reimi’s dress and dripped over her body to stain the bedsheets.
Reimi’s voice dwindled into weak sobs but Kira ignored her. He brought his
attention back to the hand in his and held the knife as tight as he could. He
sighed, content with the silence and held the blade back against the cut skin.
He wanted her. He wanted her fingers to trail across his skin, her nails
lightly scratching at his scalp as she ran through his hair. He wanted to
caress the softness of her knuckles, kiss the skin of her palm.
And so he did.
The tension in the paling limb eased with each passing second and Kira found it
easier to smother her with gentle touches and kisses. One by one, he kissed
each painted fingernail. He ran his own thumb over the heel of her palm,
pressing into the tender flesh. His cock flushed with heat and Kira brought her
to it. He guided her along his length, let her rub at his sensitive tip.
“Darling…” Kira sighed and closed his eyes, finding her cooling skin a relief
to the hot blood pooling in his groin.
He assisted her in gripping his hardening erection, sliding her fist up and
down his shaft. Kira took his time, counted each breath that slipped from his
lips. The fire in his gut threatened to boil over. His grip tightened over hers
as they moved over his dick together. Kira lost himself to the task, focussing
on every feeling in that moment. The limb attached to her became dead weight
but he persisted. The white hot fire then burst and his eyes shot open,
catching a glassy stare.
Reimi.
His heart dropped like an anchor into the pit in his stomach. He shuddered as
each pulse in his groin released strings of semen onto the dead girl. They
stared at each other, Kira being the only one who blinked. He dropped her back
onto the bed and redressed himself. A morbid excitement kept his heart racing.
He finally had his chance.
He snatched the knife and grabbed her. Ignoring the dead eyes that watched him,
he steadied the blade over the thin wound, ready to dig it even deeper. But a
pounding at the front door shattered his peace.
“Reimi!! Reimi, are you in there!? Are you okay?!”
Kira paused and listened.
“Little Rohan just showed up to our door! He was crying like crazy, saying
something bad was happening… I’ve called the police just in case! Please, tell
me you’re okay.”
The knife fell to the floor and Kira dropped to his knees to stay ducked under
the window. He eyed the bedroom door, knowing full well the opportunity had
been taken from him. Kira knew he couldn't stay and risk it. He knew another
chance would come.
But until then, he knew he had to leave.
End Notes
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