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Kira was a 20 year old virgin, not that he cared or felt like less of a man for it. He never had an intention of interacting with women on any deeper level than necessary, nor was he the type of pervert who craved a woman’s body, simply their hands, of which he viewed as a detached entity that is far more beautiful and perfect than an actual woman. Despite this, he knew it was beginning to look weird in social groups, when guys would ask if he’s hooked up recently, or if he’s dating anyone. University shines a light on loners and virgins, especially when he’s making an effort to go out and appear average in bars, nursing a drink and watching women as they talk with their hands.
One Friday night, alike to many others, he went out with some classmates to the bar, and he knew he had to do the task. He was partially curious about what it would feel like, and decided that and the social pressure was reason enough, despite how pathetic it felt to eagerly want to appear like the other normal men, with normal tastes.
You’re sat at the bar, talking to a friend, Kira notices the manicure, a couple of stylish rings and he’s already hooked. The blonde man clears his throat, suddenly finding his palms are sweaty from nerves, leaning against the bar to try and appear suave he gazes down at you. “Hello, I haven’t seen you here before… can I buy you a drink” he almost mumbles the last part, not quite mastering the art of confidence yet, there are too many unknowns about what he’s going to be doing tonight, and it’s messing with his head.
You smile up at him, he’s an incredibly attractive man, neatly put together as though if one aspect of his appearance went awry his whole world would cave in. Blonde strands fall infront of his face to uphold the illusion of carelessness, or he’d look weird for wanting to look like a businessman in his early 20s.
“yeah sure, i’m drinking vodka coke-“
One thing leads to another and you’re following him into his dorm. Kira watches blankly as you lie down on his bed. You begin slowly undressing for him, pulling off your t-shirt and jeans before Kira realises how weird he must look, standing and watching like a statue. Leaning down onto the bed he carefully places his hand on your stomach, then up your ribcage, studying the warm softness of the female body, it doesn’t arouse him, and panic ebbs away at the back of his mind.
“Are you okay”
you ask softly after a moment of him zoning out. Kira flinches, his heart pounding as he begins to feel like a cornered animal. Not a lamb or a rabbit, but a feral dog that’s worked hard to make people believe he’s tamed.
“Of course i’m alright darling,”
His hand moves to your breasts, kneading them with his palm and watching as your lips part slightly
“take this off.”
He motions towards your bra, tugging with his finger. You reach behind your back, undoing the clasp and pulling your bra away. Kira has to force his eyes away from your hands to watch your breasts bounce slightly when freed.
In the short moment of him gazing down at your chest and calculating what the normal thing to do would be, your hand reaches down to palm his cock through his jeans. The whimper that escapes his lips is fatal, bucking his hips slightly into your palm, he’s definitely hard now, even his face is flushed slightly pink as he tries to regain control.
“You didn’t seem this horny moments ago… you like that Kira?” you whisper and it feels like pure sin to his ears, he nods silently, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
“y-yeah… fuck…”
A huge part of Kira’s mind is begging him to pull down his trousers and make you jerk him off, just the way he’s dreamed of. Even though frankly he doesn’t care how you feel in this, unfortunately that would still make him a virgin, and you’d probably tell your friends about how he came after 30 seconds of you stroking his cock, while he made you put your fingers in his mouth. Just picturing it has him more worked up as he dry humps your hand like an animal in heat.
Another misfortune is that you seem eager to continue with what any normal person would consider foreplay. Spurred on by Kira’s needy moans, your fingers find their way under his waistband, wrapping around his cock that’s wet with precum. Kira’s vision goes blurry, his body tensing as he forces all of his self control into this one moment.
“stop- stop that.” he says firmly, barely holding on. When your hand slips away he silently treasures the memory of your soft fingers on his dick, to jerk off to once you leave.
Catching his breath for a moment, Kira works on the next task, wanting to hurry the process along a little. He shifts so that he can pull down his jeans and briefs at once. You’re watching intently as his cock is freed, lightly tapping against his lower abdomen, flushed and leaking - despite his nerves and detachment, Kira is insatiably horny all the damn time, but he’s learnt to cope.
He catches your wandering eyes, his blues catching yours and narrowing “does it turn you on?” he asks bluntly, you don’t know what to respond, nor do you need to as his curious hands wander down to your panties. Experimentally he drags two fingers across the wet cloth, and watches as your body tenses, it’s feeding his ego to see how needy you’ve gotten when he hasn’t even done anything. he knows he’s attractive but it still amuses him.
After a while of his gentle petting, fingers slowly circling your clit through the fabric, your hips begin moving into him, getting impatient. Kira hums absentmindedly, tugging down your panties, raising an eyebrow at just how wet you’ve gotten, all he can think about is curiosity over how that would feel on his dick. Slipping two fingers inside he begins a slow rhythm, studying your reactions, if he were to get more victims like Reimi, he’d need to make women feel good and vulnerable like this, so he has to at least make some effort.
Curling his fingers, he experimentally pushes up, noticing how your breathing becomes unsteady, soft whimpers and moans that are all background noise to him as he becomes enraptured with how his fingers look inside you. He tries to picture if his hand were prettier and softer, the sight of that would be divine, fingers soaked so deliciously that he would yearn to lick clean. Lost in his thoughts, Kira speeds up, properly fucking you with his fingers until he’s pulled out of his fantasies with the heightening pitch of your moans.
Slipping his fingers out of you before you can even think of cumming, Kira wastes no time in putting his fingers in his mouth. There’s no grace to it, he hungrily traces his fingers with his tongue to clean himself off, knowing he’d seem uncouth asking to suck your fingers instead. He moans softly, not caring as you watch his lude display, Kira’s slowly losing his self control the more time he’s spending alone with you, a vulnerable young woman with sinfully attractive hands. Pulling the digits from his mouth his eyes finally return to your body, placing his hands on your thighs he spreads your legs apart for himself. With just a glance up to check your expression, the need in your eyes is consent enough for him.
Kira’s cock pushes inside you slowly, watching his face change from cold and emotionless to slightly flushed with parted lips, you can tell this isn’t out of care for you, but his own surprise. Once fully buried inside a soft moan escapes your lips as he twitches inside you, gathering your breath you speak quietly and teasing “Kira… are you a virgin?”. His head which was hung as he was managing his breathing suddenly darts up, his eyes narrowing. This is exactly why he doesn’t like women, too observant, prying into his personal life, it makes his teeth itch and his nails grow. The truth is he was stunned by how good it felt buried inside of you, not that he finds it attractive, but physically his cock feels better than it ever has in all his time of fucking his fist.
“Shut up-“ he huffs, leaning down and planting one hand beside your head while the other grips your thigh, the perfect angle to fuck you, instantly picking up the pace. The wet sounds of both of your arousals filling the room, along with his stifled noises, of which he loathes for how submissive he always sounds. Kira’s face is inches from yours as he closes his eyes and tries to picture beautiful hands, the mona lisa, his collection of photos, reimi’s hands. It’s not good enough. He opens his eyes, darker now, more desperate, completely blinded by craving, wishing he could just take you as his next victim. Rutting into you deeper and harder, his voice barely has the bite he wants, “touch me” he murmurs, glancing between your face and hands which are gripping the sheets pathetically. When you don’t move instantly he leans down and presses his lips to yours messily, hoping it would wake you up from whatever cockdrunk trance you’re in, biting your bottom lip he pulls back.
*SLAP*
“Fucking touch me, slut” he practically spits the words, his cock is aching inside you, and no amount of fucking will quench his desire. He needs to kill again, he needs to feel a woman’s hands, he craves it from the centre of his soul. Finally your palms press against his chest and he moans from relief, rutting his hips into you erratically, desperately, without any of the control he had hoped for. Every time his thick cock ruts into you, your pathetic whimpers fill his ears, you clearly thought he was just being dominant earlier, and it spurs him on to stop giving a shit at all.
Grabbing one of your hands after letting go of your thigh, he drags your soft fingers to his waist, enjoying how they feel on his sensitive skin, then, he guides the other up his throat and jaw, towards his lips. Trailing his tongue across your fingers has him drooling and groaning like an animal in heat, his arousal feels dizzying, a whimper building in the back of his throat. Three of your fingers are stuffed in his mouth, muffling his needy noises as he humps you, cock twitching to cum. He doesn’t want this moment to end, he can’t, it feels too good to finally have a fresh hand in his posession, it both soothes him and drives him insane with desire. “darling- ngh- your hands are so good… jesus, fuck-“ He gasps out, trailing his lips down to your wrist, before sliding his tongue back up your palm towards those lovely dainty fingers. “Gonna cum in this tight pussy- you’d like that wouldn’t you? you little whore…flaunting your hands to me”.
Kira’s rambling descends into curses as he loses all composure, barely recognising how you’re more fixated on the bulge of his cock on your lower abdomen, or the fact he’s somehow gotten even harder now, his dick aching and begging for release.
Despite everything, you’re the first to cum, pleading and gasping his name. Kira didn’t anticipate how tight you would get, pulling him in as he quickly came uncontrollably, a sinful moan escaping his parted lips, pressed against your palm. His cum fills you and spills out from how pent up he was, barely able to get back to reality as he moans with every exhale.
After a moment he finally opens his eyes and the disgust and shame set in. Kira grimaces and pulls back, dropping your hand as though it wasn’t his Goddess just moments ago. He can’t even think without covering himself, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Once dressed he looks back at the crime scene, you’ve covered yourself in the sheets, *his* sheets, and he begins to plan how he’ll have to hide your body.