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Summary: It’s a beautiful day to go out and cosplay at your local anime convention!

But it’s a horrendous day for Joseph to get some Artist Alley shopping done when he’s too buy being mesmerized by your stupid sexy cosplay!

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Joseph

I MISS ANIME CONS SMH

I NEED MY FIX OF SEEING FRIENDS, MAKING NEW ONES, AND GIVING ALL MY DOUBLOONS TO NEW ACCESSORIES FOR MY ITABAG ; v ;

IT WAS WHY I WAS APPREACIATIVE TO @spaceispeachy FOR SUCH A FUN COMMISSION PROMPT!!! THANK YOU LOTS FOR SUCH A FUN TIME!!!

ANYWAY PLS ENJOY!!! OWO

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It took a lot for Joseph to hate sweets.

After all, how could he ever be in a bad mood when he had a mouthful of brownies, or cracking open a cannoli to lick out the cream filling while Caesar looked about ready to suplex him for his crimes against Italian cuisine?

But there was one dessert that was taunting him.

A treat that he could not easily have while he meandered through a bustling Saturday morning at the local anime con Artist Alley.

Pudding.

When anime con meals tend to run from convention center French fries, to food truck curry bowls, and freebie Pocky for subscribing to a streaming service, his craving for such a simple treat was rather odd.

But the allure of creamy pudding called to him nonetheless.

Literally.

“Aww, that’s sweet of you, but I already have a puddin’, see?”

The sweet chime of your voice.

Paired with the cheeky point of a foam prop hammer sent towards his direction.

Immediately, his concentrated expression from trying to calculate the value of getting a Fire Emblem Awakening key charm set for $35 turned into a menacingly cheerful look as he quickly turned around to wave at yet another Joker cosplayer who approached you for pictures of your Harley Quinn cosplay.

God, what was it with these Persona 5 fans hitting on you today?

The poor lad immediately shrunk back after realizing you were taken.

In retrospect, this issue could have been easily resolved if he decided to complement your Harley Quinn as a genderswapped Poison Ivy prior to the convention, but today was to be dedicated to Artist Alley and he did not want to be restricted within the busy crowds by someone stepping on the vines of his cosplay.

But with him dressing casually, admirers of your form-fitting outfit seemed to be blissfully ignorant to the way his hand protectively held yours, or the kisses shared between you both whenever you stopped at an open area for you to reapply your lipstick.

Not that he could blame them.

Even though he really did.

Your honey colored overalls alone were enough to get him sweating, the tight-fitting fabric hugging your curves and accentuating your ass, which made watching each step you took as you led the way a mesmerizing taunt.

And he did not want to get started on the cheeky peek of your cleavage thanks to the unzipped front of your overalls, your pink bralette looking to be more and more of a nuisance as they obscured your breasts from his grabby hands eager to rip your clothes right off--

“Shall we?”

Your fingers intertwined with his while your lips met in a kiss, the warmth of your palm putting his senses at ease.

“Lead the way, babe!” He grinned with an affirmative nod and wink, even if his self-restraint was looking to be in tatters.

There were still a ways away to get through the rest of Artist Alley, and he didn’t know if he was going to keep himself calm all the way back to the hotel.

As the two of you passed by an artist table selling Gintama-inspired soap, Joseph minded himself to stay calm with steady breaths and quell the heat that was spreading within his loins to hold on until later tonight.

For now, he found relief with his imminent purchase of a set of Yorozuya soap bars, his mind already racing to when he could use them to rub your body clean during a nice long shower once you both returned to your hotel room.

He just needed to have you retrieve his money from your wallet, given the inevitability of him losing something.

You were just about ready to, your back facing him as you reached into your bag.

Up until a group of passing cosplayers bumped against your side, causing you to stumble forward while dropping his money onto the floor in the process.

Alarmed, you immediately bent over to pick up the dropped bills.

While it was instinct for Joseph to bark out an “Oi, watch it!” to the oblivious group, the sight of the fabric of your overalls becoming taut as they stretched over your ass perfectly served to leave him speechless immediately afterwards while eviscerating whatever remnants of his self-restraint were still intact.

The look on your face was sheepish when you turned around, offering him a “sorry” and his money.

But instead of taking his dollars, Joseph was taking hold of your wrist as he quickly dragged you along and out of the Artist Alley crowds.

“J-JoJo! What about your soap?” You yelped, doing your best to keep up with Joseph while stuffing his money back into your bag.

Though he barreled on ahead without any intent to stop, Joseph quickly turned his head back towards you, his face hot and red as he remarked, “The soap can wait, I can’t!”

You knew what that urgency in his voice meant, your heart fluttering upon realizing his intentions.

With those words uttered, he quickly faced ahead, his eyes scanning around for any place that would provide the best discretion.

Thankfully, the search for privacy was not prolonged into a grueling endeavor upon coming across an empty panel room. A peek at the schedule taped on the entry door showed that there was supposed to be a showcase for the upcoming anime season, but the large “CANCELLED” that was scribbled onto the itinerary was all that he needed to see.

But not as much as he needed to see your breasts springing free from your clothes.

From a massive space packed to the brim with costumed attendees to the quiet, dark solitude of this single room.

With the lights off and not a prying eye around, Joseph felt nothing short of liberation as he hauled you right onto his lap after he sat down on one of the provided convention chairs. His lips smothered yours while his hands reached for your ass for a few firm needy squeezes, his voice in a grumble,

“Stupid sexy overalls that hug your ass! Only I’m allowed to do that, damn it!”

As much as he wanted to tear your clothes right off of you, he knew you’d manage to make a swing from your prop hammer lethal if he dared to tear apart your cosplay. So while he was mindful to help you with shimmying out of your overalls and tugging up at your bralette, he held no restraint once your nude skin was finally revealed.

The moment he caught sight of the bounce of your exposed breasts, his mouth was all over them for hot kisses, his suckling lips making it a point to leave red marks that would be difficult to hide.

By this point, he already unbuckled his belt and freed his cock out of his pants, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you to grind your slick core right onto the blunt thick tip of his dick, only sheathing himself fully inside once you began to mewl for him to move.

And move he did.

HIs hands returned to your ass for more indulgent gropes, holding tight as he had you bounce up and down his cock at a brisk rate, his need for your slippery wet heat too intense for him to even think to be slow.

You didn’t see or feel a problem with this, reciprocating his rhythm by the shake of your hips, all while your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders while your lips fell onto his neck, red kisses left in their wake--it was only fair for you to mark him up, after all.

Not to mention, while it was only the two of you alone in this room, the murmured chattering in the hallway outside the panel room served as a constant reminder that the two of you wouldn’t be private for long.

But with how riled up that Joseph had become from being utterly entranced by your alluring costume to how delightfully fierce that he was pounding up into your core, it did not take too long for the two of you to reach your climaxes. The hot spill of his cum poured inside you as your walls squeezed around his cock, your mouths met to muffle each other’s moans in a kiss

Your lips parted once Joseph fell back against his chair in a satisfied slump, his arms still hugging you close.

As you caught your breath, you looked up to him with a flustered expression, your lips pouting. “Now I’m gonna be all sticky walking through Artist Alley.”

A grin just cracked onto his lips as he leaned forward, kissing your forehead while reaching down to give your ass another squeeze as he affectionately teased,

“Don’t worry about it, puddin’. I’ll wash you up real nice with some Gintama soap tonight!”

He would happily make good on his word.

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