Haven't had time to edit but I swear I'll get to it at some point.
This one is another Kira part because I am absolutely in love with him.

(N/N): NICKNAME.

TW: BLOOD, SOFT MOUTH/BLOOD PLAY, FINGER FETISH.

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You parked the car in your drive way, staring off at the car port. The entirety of your dress was covered in blood, front to back. The car ride home was filled with apologies from Diavolo to which you kept your mouth shut.

"Look, (Y/N)," Diavolo spoke. He placed his hand on your forearm, leaving a deep red hand mark. The blood was cold against your warm skin, making you shiver.

Looking at the mark his hands left on your arm, you started laughing. It started as a small giggle before turning into a full on belly laugh. Diavolo gave you a confused look in return.

You couldn't tell if you were laughing out of nervousness or happiness but you laughed nonetheless. You hated Henry! In one hand you missed him but in the other you wished he would've died. Poor guy didn't have to go out like that though.

You used your free hand to grip onto the steering wheel, gasping for breath as your laughter died down. Without a word, you opened the drivers side door and got out the car. "Get out the car before I drag you out." You glared at Diavolo before slamming the door.

"Holy shit, I think I pushed her to the edge." Diavolo whispered, unbuckling his seat belt and following you into your home. You walked ahead of Diavolo and walked past the wide eyed looks the villains gave you.

"(Y/N)!!" Diego shouted, running up to you and opening his arms. He was obviously excited to see you but you weren't in the mood for it. You went around him, walking upstairs into your room.

Diego put his arms down with a frown, staring at your back as you walked upstairs. "Damn, she sure is a feisty one." Dio spoke, drinking a glass of water on the couch. The vampire looked at Diavolo, who stood in the doorway in silence. "And why are you covered in blood?" He asked, twirling his glass of water as if it was wine. "Killed her ex." Diavolo replied, wiping his bloody hands on his pants.

"WHAT?"

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You slammed your bedroom door behind you, taking your blood soaked heels off and placing them beside your closet door. Even your feet were soaked in blood, making the spaces between your toes sticky and uncomfortable.

You didn't care if you were making a bloody mess in your room, you just wanted to take your clothes off and lay down.

"Hey."

A voice from behind you spoke, making you jump and turn around. Kira laid on your bed, playing with his nails as he looked you up and down. "You're covered in blood?" He said. His tone was more of a question than a statement.

You rolled your eyes. Taking off your soaked clothes was out of the picture now, obviously you weren't going to change in front of him. You didn't want to bother kicking him out of your room either.

You walked to your bed and used your hands to motion him to the side. "Move." You replied. You didn't bother to explain the blood, you just wanted to sleep. When he moved to the side closest to your wall you took a chance to flop your entire body onto your bed.

"You're soaking the sheets, miss. You're not going to take a shower?" Kira asked with a raised eyebrow and a cringed look. "No," You replied bluntly, turning to face him. "It's my bed."

"Someone's not in a good mood." He spoke quietly, making you roll your eyes and stuff your face into the pillow. You felt a hand grab yours, though you didn't pull back. It was expected from the hand lover. He was always playing with your hands and checking on your nails.

With your face in the pillow, Kira played with your hand. At this point the blood was dry against your skin, making him pick off some of it with his nails. "You're really not going to explain the blood, miss?" He asked.

"Ask Diavolo." You replied, your voice muffled from the fabric beneath you. He sighed in response as he let go of your hand and laid his entire body comfortably on the bed next to you. "Come here."

Without waiting for a response, he pulled you beside him and put your head atop of his chest. "Kira, what the fuck are you doing?" You asked. You didn't pull away though. His body heat warmed you and you figured there was no fighting it, you were too tired.

"There was no way you were warm with that blood soaked dress on, so I figured I would help." He replied, playing with your hair. He tired to run his fingers through it but by this point it was matted together and full of dried blood so he moved his hand down to rub your arm.

You stared at your blank TV, not fighting the killers touch. The room was dark and bare, the only noise was the sound of your breathing and his heartbeat in your left ear. It sort of made your ears ring.

"I got something that will help if you're not going to take a shower, (N/N)." Kira broke the silence. You looked up at him with your head still on his chest, giving him a confused look. The look you gave him was the most emotion you had shown since you walked into the home.

"Like what? The only thing I can think of is if you grab a rag and wash me yourself." You joked, letting out a small giggle. What made your smile drop was him staring at your fingers, his eyes filled with lust. He wasn't thinking of doing what you were thinking, right?

Grabbing your hand, he brought it to his face and analyzed it. With a hum, he grabbed your index finger and kissed the tip of it lovingly. "Let me clean you, miss."

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and used his tongue to lick your finger from its base to its tip. Afterwards, he took the entire finger in his mouth. All you could do was watch on in shock as the male in front of you blissfully sucked on your digit. What the fuck were you doing?

What the fuck was he doing?

He was licking your dead exes blood off your fingers and you were letting him. Maybe being around these villains was truly driving you insane after all. The warm feeling of his tongue as he played around with your finger made you shiver. Goosebumps covered the entirety of your body, from your legs to your arms.

Letting out a huff, he looked down into your eyes with a smirk and a muffled chuckle. Grabbing your wrist and still boring into your eyes, he pulled your finger out of his mouth. A saliva string connected his tongue to the tip of your digit.

"Don't look at me like that, miss. I just wanted a taste," He spoke, looking at your now saliva soaked finger. He admired his work, the entirety of your finger was free of blood besides a few speckles that his tongue couldn't remove.

"Now, move aside and I'll get a bath ready for you."