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sweetdreamlandstuff · 1 year

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JJBA men thinking of you while masturbating

NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+

Characters: Jotaro Kujo / Bruno Bucciaratti / Josuke Higashikata / Rohan Kishibe / Giorno Giovanna x female reader

Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex (blowjobs, penetrative sex), slight exhibitionism, voyeurism (Josuke’s part)

Notes: All underage characters aged up of course. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro is used to being the one pined over, the one admired, turning people’s heads, the constant touch of careful hands, being adored for his sheer height and width.

What he isn’t used to, however, is being the admirer.

Since he’s laid his eyes on you, he got to know the feeling. He didn’t even realize it at first. Of course, he wants to study with you, and naturally, he wants your opinion on the latest seminar paper he has written, certainly, he wants to help you with your work. You’re his fellow student, his friend.

But when Jotaro used his stand to stop the time for just a few seconds, to freeze the sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, eyes bright and glowing, to just observe you longer like this, he realized that maybe, you’re not just his friend. Maybe, you mean more to him.

And as he sits in the library now, unable to focus on his laptop screen in front of him, he turns his head to look at you. And he’s sure; you’re not just his friend.

He can see the subtle shadow under your eyes, the way your eyelids seem too heavy, and your disheveled hair. Something tears at his very heart when he gazes at you.

You turn your head, shooting him a tired, nonetheless, sweet smile.

“Could you look at this?” You ask him, pointing at your laptop.

Jotaro nods, scooting closer to you with his chair.

The lack of proximity makes it hard for him to concentrate on the words before him, let alone your voice as you try to explain your work. He hums here and there, his eyes taking in the words, his brain not comprehending the meaning.

He can smell your scent, your subtle and sweet perfume. He feels your heat on his skin. Jotaro slightly turns his head. You’re so close, he can see every pore of your skin, your lashes, the distinct color of your eyes, and the gentle sweep of your nose. He swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth.

You turn your head, slightly rising your eyebrows, your gaze locking with his. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, his desire for you flaring hot in his chest. His head dips forward automatically, every cell of his urging him to lock his lips with yours.

His chair nearly falls over as he stands up abruptly.

“What are you doing?” You ask perplexed.

Jotaro ignores you. He can’t face you like this.

The library is almost vacant. He moves along the high shelves until his breathing has normalized a bit.

He leans against one of the shelves, trying desperately to ignore the way his blood runs hotly through his veins, the way it rushes down his body.

It’s palpable, the way he longs for you, the way he yearns to touch you. His half-hardened dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it.

He buries his face in his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness. Memories of you flood his mind; your shining lips, your bright eyes, your scent.

His head falls back against the books on the shelf, his hands dangling feebly on his side. Jotaro can’t seem to get ahold of himself. His mind is racing, he sees you, putting up your hair, exposing your slender neck, he sees you, sitting next to him, your short dress riding up your thighs.

It seems like the rational part of his brain stopped functioning. He’s not even fully aware of what he’s doing, so caught up with thinking of you, until a little sigh drips from his lips.

He looks down, seeing his dick straining noticeably against his pants, his hand palming him through his trousers.

His face flushes hot, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. No one is around, he assures himself once more.

It has no use stopping now.

Hurriedly, he tugs down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, right into his grip. He hisses at the drag of his palm along his dick. It feels so good. The slight possibility of getting caught only heightens his lust.

He watches his fist drag along his length, taking in the bead of pre-cum dropping along his shaft, easing the glide of his hand.

He thinks about your thighs again, how soft they would feel as he’d let his large hands smooth along them, and what he would find when you spread them for him.

His head tips back against the shelf, his eyes fluttering shut as he slightly increases his pace. He imagines your glistening pussy, dripping for him. He’d sink his long, thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them until he has you whimpering and whining, begging for him to finally fuck you.

Jotaro can practically see your expression; your doe-eyes peering at him, your lips parted, your body trembling. A low groan rips past his chest, his fist squeezing his cock just a little tighter.

He pictures you, sitting atop of him, your delicate hands pressing against his chest as you lower yourself on his dick, slowly taking him in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fills you up completely. He would watch your pretty tits bouncing with every move of yours, and the beautiful, lust-drunk expression on your face.

His hips stutter forward into his fist as he imagines rutting into you, holding your hips so tightly as he fucks up into you. He can practically hear your moans, your sweet, whiny whimpers, and the way his skin slaps against yours.

Jotaro increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip, a strained gasp falling from his parted lips.

He imagines you cumming, his name drops from your lips, drawn out into a delirious moan. He can almost feel it; the way your pussy would spasm around his throbbing dick, practically urging him to spill his seed into you.

A string of curses leave his lips, his hips stuttering into his hand once more before he cums. He jerks through his orgasm, a spurt of cum dripping down his dick, onto his hand, with each hurried stroke. He thinks about rolling his hips into you, letting your pussy milk him dry as a mess of your slick and his cum runs down your thighs.

He shallowly thrusts into his fist until he’s hissing from overstimulation. His heavy eyes flutter open, his heart racing in his heaving chest as his gaze drops.

A strained sigh drops from his lips as he takes in his messy hand holding his weeping length. Slowly, he comes back down to earth, realizing what he’s just done.

His head snaps in the direction where you’re probably sitting, hopefully, still staring at your laptop screen. And Jotaro just stands here, a few meters away, his released emotions for you tainting his hand.

Bruno Bucciaratti

It’s obvious that you’re new on the job. Bruno doesn’t notice this solely because he’s a regular at the restaurant and hasn’t seen you before.

Rather, it is the way you fail to see the subtle signs the guests give you, asking for the check or mixing up orders one too many times.

You’re the new waitress. And until now you don’t do a great job.

It’s obvious that you’re stressed, evident from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your cheeks glow. A wave of sympathy washes over Bucciaratti as he watches you rush around the restaurant. And he feels something more, a little tug in his chest because you just look so unbelievably cute while doing that.

He’s not even mad that he already had to wait so long for you to finally bring him his wine. Because when you do, he can look at you from up close, observing your delicate fingers place the wine glass on his table, watching the loose strands of hair hanging into your face.

And when he thanks you, the smile you give him makes the minutes worth the wait.

His eyes hang onto your body as he watches you retreat. He’s glad that his fellow gang members aren’t here right now because they surely would tease him for being a pervert or something. But he just can’t help himself, his eyes greedily glide along your silhouette.

Bruno takes a sip of his wine, trying to cool down the hotness rushing through his body.

He orders his second glass and he’s not sure if he just flatters himself, but he’s pretty sure that you pay particular attention to him. Or maybe he’s just deluding himself.

When you walk towards him, his eyes cling to your waist and the way your trousers hug you so right. You look amazing; even when you’re stressed.

He breathes in your scent when you lean closer to him, basking in the feeling of your warmth.

The clang of the glass rudely rips him out of his thoughts.

Seems like you’re not only incredibly gorgeous but also incredibly clumsy.

The wine leaks over the table, staining the white tablecloth red and spilling all over his pants.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The panic in your voice is palpable.

“Don’t worry,” he tries to soothe you.

He watches your eyes nervously flickering over the mess you made before they lock with his.

You look at him with so much gratitude because he doesn’t make a big scene. His heart flutters in his chest.

You quickly take ahold of a napkin, dabbing it on his trousers, trying to let the fabric soak up the liquid.

You’re so close, bending down, granting him an intimate look right on your cleavage. Bruno swallows hard, reluctantly averting his gaze.

He can barely hear you muttering your apologies. He just tries to stay calm, to think of anything other than your hand smoothing along his thigh, rubbing over his stained trousers.

The motion just makes a flood of sinful associations enter his mind. He can practically feel his face growing hot.

Abruptly he gets up. You look at him startled.

“Sorry did I-“

“I’m just going to clean myself up, no worries really,” he adds, unable to bear the way you gaze at him.

The stain is big, bright red, clearly noticeable on his white trousers. The soap and water he applies have no use in helping it whatsoever.

He doesn’t even care, his mind is somewhere else anyway.

Bruno just can’t get over the way you looked up at him, the lack of proximity you two found yourself in, and the way you were practically kneeling in front of him. He can only think about you doing other things in that position.

A long sigh escapes his mouth. He surrenders, stopping to take care of his stain. His head falls against the closed bathroom door and he allows himself to let his desires take hold of his body and mind.

His dick strains hard against his pants as he sees you in front of him again, kneeling, with those doe eyes peering up at him.

He frees his cock from the confinement of his pants, wrapping his hand tightly around his girth. Bruno hisses quietly, dragging his hand along his throbbing length, imagining it is your hand wrapped around him instead.

He visualizes your hand pumping into his swollen head, the way his cock would look so big in comparison. A low gasp drops from his lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand.

His head tips back against the door, thinking about you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him as your delicate hand strokes his cock.

The pace of his hurried hand increases, as he envisions you taking him into your mouth, softly sucking on his flushed tip, your eyes peering up at him obediently. He bites back a low whine.

He sees your beautiful face in front of him; your glowing face, your starry eyes, as you take all of him inside of your pretty mouth. His hands would thread through your hair, holding you, feeling the restriction of your tight throat. And then you would follow his guidance, bobbing your head just how he likes it.

Bruno groans quietly. “Just like that,” he mutters, pumping hurriedly into his swollen head.

He can clearly see you in his mind, those unbelievable eyes staring up at him, tears spilling over as he ruts into the wet, soft heat of your mouth. His hips involuntarily rut forward into his fist.

A low whine slips past his lips, which he has no control over. He practically feels your swollen lips wrapped around him.

His hips stutter forward into his hands, two, three times before he tips over the edge. His orgasm washes over him, his thighs tensing, breathing erratic.

Bucciaratti jerks through his orgasm, panting hard, imagining his dick pulsing in your mouth, his cum landing on your awaiting tongue as you swallow everything that he gives you.

Then he’d pull out, letting his hot spurts of cum land on your beautiful face, mixing in with your spit, dripping down your chin, your cheeks. He groans desperately, seeing your messy face, your lips parted, opening your mouth eagerly for him, glassy eyes staring up at him obediently as he paints your face white.

His fist pumps into his swollen tip until he hisses from the overstimulation. Only then he slowly opens his eyes, taking in his soiled hand.

This mess may compete with the one you spilled on his table.

Josuke Higashikata

Sometimes Josuke really has to wonder if you do it on purpose. Can you really be that unaware of your surroundings, this clueless?

It isn’t the first time he has watched you like this. Far from it actually.

Since you’ve moved into the house right next to his, you made a habit of getting undressed, late in the evening or night, your light illuminating the room, leaving little room for imagination.

You haven’t invested in any kind of curtains yet and your lucky neighbor hopes you never will.

It has kind of become a habit of his, watching you through his dark windows, careful that you don’t notice him. And you never do.

Josuke observes how you lose your sweater first, followed by the top you were wearing underneath. He sucks in a little breath when he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He can clearly see the outline of your bare breast, the way they softly jiggle as you throw the top somewhere.

Blood rushes down his body as his eyes greedily glide along your exposed upper body, your beautiful tits, your soft tummy, and your waist. He swallows against the dryness of his mouth, desperately hoping that one day he could be the one undressing you.

You open your jeans now, letting them plummet on the floor before stepping out of them. You bent over, picking them up to fold them away.

Fortunately for him, this gives him a perfect view of your ass. He can see your pussy through your panties, squished between those perfect asscheeks.

His heart beats violently against this ribcage, his blood running hot. He can feel it; the twitching of his hardened cock.

What he would give to bend you over like this himself, to pull those panties to the side. Josuke pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around his girth, because now his favorite part of your little routine comes; the instant he replays in his mind day and night.

You pull down your panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor, leaving your body completely bare. You observe your own reflection in the large mirror hanging on your wall. You let your fingers run through your hair, before they glide along your sides, your gaze following them, sliding along your body.

Josuke strokes his dick, his hungry eyes gliding along your silhouette, leaving no part unseen. You’re enticing. He could watch you like this forever.

But he can’t. You get your kimono, tieing it around your waist as you step out of the room, switching off the light.

Josuke sighs. He closes his eyes, still seeing your body in front of him.

He imagines his large hands gliding along your sides, feeling your soft skin under his, grabbing, kneading your flesh. He would cup your breasts, letting his thumbs circle your nipples until they harden under his touch.

What he would give to gaze deep into your eyes, pressing kisses along your throat, further down, sucking your nipples, hearing your voice bleeding into a soft moan.

His hand increases his pace as he imagines dropping to his knees, smoothing his palms along your hips, grabbing your ass.

A low whine rips past his chest as he thinks about your pretty pussy, right in front of his face.

He would worship you, his eager lips pressing feathery kisses onto your plush thighs before letting himself allow a taste of you. He just knows you would taste so good, letting his tongue glide along your folds, teasingly, before his tongue would draw tight circles on your sensitive clit.

Josuke imagines you bending in front of him, facing your floor-length mirror, as he slowly sinks into your sloppy pussy.

He would watch you, your reflection, the way your expression would change with each of his slow, deep thrusts, your face glowing as you watch yourself getting fucked by him. He knows you like to watch yourself.

He hurriedly pumps into his swollen tip, a bead of pre-cum rolling down his length, easing the glide of his eager hand.

Josuke can practically hear your voice, your whines, and the depraved sounds of pleasure, skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your pussy as you drip all over him. He would watch his large, slick cock split you open, again and again until he has your whole body trembling.

He imagines it's your pussy wrapped so tightly around his twitching cock, not his own hand, as he fucks into his fist. His hips involuntarily stutter forward into his hand before he tips over the edge.

He groans breathlessly, a string of curses leaving his lips as he jerks himself through his orgasm. His hot cum stains his hand, dripping down his shaft as he shallowly thrusts into his fist, riding out his high. He lets go of himself, panting as he comes down from his high.

Josuke will be there the next evening as well, waiting for you to give him his show.

Rohan Kishibe

Rohan observes you, he practically reads your face like a book - and this without the help of Heaven’s Door.

He hates you for your obvious expression. He really does.

You skim through his latest proposal for his manga, your delicate hands turning page after page as his green eyes hang onto your every expression.

You're strict with him and honest. Most people would probably appreciate it if their manga editor possessed such qualities. Rohan doesn’t. He hates getting told what to do. He knows he’s good. Everyone knows this. Everyone should.

Only you don’t seem to, often having suggestions or comments. He pretends like these aren’t helpful. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction.

Just like now, as you propose some suggestions, pointing out some inconsistencies in the story, he just listens, his eyes gazing into yours.

“How very helpful of you, I can really count on you, my love,” he hums, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You bite back a smile, standing up from the seat behind your desk, and making your way to him. You stand behind him now, your hands resting on his shoulders. His muscle tense under your touch. You dip down, letting your hands glide along his chest, playfully so.

Rohan feels your breath on his neck and your heat on his skin, his nose filling up with your scent.

“Oh, you know me, always at your service,” you breathe into his ear before you retreat.

He composes himself, hurriedly standing up as well, saying goodbye to you as usual. He sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He fully knows, that you just enjoyed baffling him. And he can’t seem to have anything to say, that would imply that he wasn’t.

The moment resurfaces in his mind throughout the remaining day.

He doesn’t know why meeting you always aggravates him so much. But this time you really were too much.

Late at night, when he’s lying in his bed, he really can’t seem to shake the memory of him. It’s like he can still feel your hot breath on his neck, your soft, inviting voice. He practically feels your hands smoothing along his chest.

Rohan desperately tries to ignore the way his dick twitches in his boxers. He has to tell himself that he doesn’t like you. Not one bit. Not at all. He tosses and turns, throwing his blanket away, and getting up to get himself some water.

It doesn’t help. He sits at the edge of his bed, looking down at his hardened cock showing through his boxers.

Every minute he doesn’t do anything, his longing for pleasure, for release, seems to heighten until he’s unable to hold back anymore.

Rohan tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring into his grip. The first, slow drag of his palm along his length elicits him a gasp of relief. He lowers his gaze, watching as he drags his fist up and down his cock.

His mind is somewhere entirely else.

He thinks about you. About your hands on his chest, about your scent, about your sweet, honeyed voice.

He imagines you’re here in the room with him, that it was your hand that is dragging along his weeping length.

Rohan envisions you kneeling in front of him, your eyes peering up at him curiously before you wrap your plush lips around him. You’d look so good with hollowed cheeks and obedient eyes, bobbing your head.

“Just like that,” he mumbles. His grip grew a little tighter with each pump of his hand.

He visualizes his hand threading through your hair, pushing you to take more of him. He yearns to see tears spill from your eyes, he wants you to gag on his cock.

“Nothing to say now, huh?” He mumbles deliriously, lost in his fantasy.

He pretends it's your mouth and throat he’s fucking into, not his own hand. A breathless moan pulled from his chest, and another bead of pre-cum dripped down his cock to ease the glide of his hurried hand.

He can feel his impending orgasm, the way the knot in his stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with each harsh stroke of his hand.

A desperate groan falls from his mouth when he imagines your glassy eyes peering up at him. He envisions slipping his cock out of your mouth, and how you would loll out your tongue for him.

“You want that? Want me to cum all over that pretty face of yours, huh?” His voice is breathless, strained.

A low whine rips past his chest as he practically hears your whiny, desperate “Yes.”

He cums, a drawn-out moan of your name filling up the room, as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble, his abdomen tensing as his hot cum paints his hand white.

He visualizes his spurts of cum landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin and lips, mixing in with your spit, imagining you swallowing, eagerly taking all that he gives you.

“Good girl,” he breathes, his chest heaving with his heavy pants.

Slowly he comes back into reality as his cock softens in his hand. His dick falls heavy against his thigh, as he observes the mess he made.

Rohan swallows, muttering to himself that he really does find you annoying. But he isn’t so sure if he can still believe this now.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno leans against the rough bark of the tall birch, his long legs spread on the grass. He’s letting his eye wander, observing people walking their dogs, kids playing tag, and friend groups sitting in a circle on the green grass, beer in hand.

It fulfills him with contentment, with a certain tranquility when he sees all these people that are so happy, so careless, seeming so innocent and pure. He often comes here, clearing his mind, forgetting about all his duties and stress.

And as his gaze moves from one place to another he discovers you. As his eyes rest on you, he wonders how he could’ve been caught up in observing anything other. And now that he has seen you, how could he look away?

You’re sitting on a bench not far from him, a book in your delicate hands. Hair falls into your face, softly swaying in the breeze. He notices the corners of your eyes crinkling as you try to make out the sentences in the bright sunlight.

After a few minutes, it seems like you have given up, placing the book next to you on the bench. Your eyes fall close, soaking up the sun.

And Giorno just watches you; angling your face towards the sun, discarded book next to you, the soft breeze playing with your hair.

He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. It calms him in a way that is hard to describe, to see you comfortable in your skin, with no trace of stress or worry painted on your face, falling into the moment, appreciating it. It touches something deep within himself.

Giorno is mostly surrounded by hard, harsh people. Men that have killed, and will do so again.

It’s refreshing to look at you, it makes his skin feel warmer than the sun shining upon it.

He doesn’t know how to approach you, he’s not even sure if he should. He picks up a blade of grass, letting his stand metamorphose it into a butterfly.

The little insect reels through the air, heading for you.

You don’t notice it until it lands on the tip of your nose. Your eyes open languidly. They grow wider as they take in the butterfly right before them.

It takes off again, fluttering a few centimeters in front of your face. Giorno watches you laugh out of surprise, your smile shining brighter than the afternoon sun.

You stretch out your hand, the butterfly landing on your finger, sitting still. The wonder in your eyes as you observe it from up close makes his heart flutter, just like the butterfly’s wings. He’s entranced, his eyes hanging onto you until you go.

And when he is back in his home, after talking to some of his subordinates, after feeling the stress and his responsibility resting on his shoulders anew he wishes he could see you. To let his gaze travel along your features, to feel this tenderness washing over himself again.

He leans back in his chair behind his desk, picturing you. How your eyes widened in surprise upon gazing at the butterfly, how your delicate hand waved through the air, how your skin glowed in the sun.

Giorno can’t help wondering how soft your skin would feel against his lips, imagining kissing your shut eyes, pressing feathery kisses onto every centimeter of your face until his ears pick up your soft giggles. He would pull away, his nose nearly touching yours, his hands cradling your cheeks, watching the creases at the corner of your eyes deepening.

This is harmless. This is okay.

But his mind can’t stop running. He can’t stop his thoughts from wandering, from imagining himself pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your throat, along your breasts.

He thinks about taking your nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, noticing your breath deepening, his other hand kneading your other breast.

Giorno gulps, his blood rushing down his body. He imagines moving further down, a trail of kisses along your waist, your stomach, along your thighs.

His breath hitches, feeling his dick straining against his pants. He wonders how your pussy would look, how sweet you would taste, as his tongue laps at your folds.

His chest burns with desire, his cheeks hot as he just can’t shake these thoughts off.

Reluctantly, he gives in to his urges. He tugs down his pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hardened cock.

His head rests against his chair. His eyes drifted shut, to visualize you more clearly. He sees you in front of him, your unbelievable eyes staring up at him, slightly widening as he sinks into your wet pussy, his cock being encompassed by your warm, tight walls. A sigh drops from his lips.

His thumb swipes across his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Slowly, he starts to drag his hand along his length, pumping into his swollen tip, before repeating the gesture. With each pass, his grip grows a little bit tighter, and his fantasies a little dirtier.

He imagines it's your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his cock, not his own hand. He pictures your every expression, your eyes darkening, your cheeks burning, your plush lips dropping open, releasing sweet moans and whimpers.

Giorno wants to see you tremble, wants to see you fall apart underneath him, because of him. He mimics the slow and deliberate thrust with his hand, before increasing his pace. A drawn out, breathless moan escapes his parted lips.

He yearns to see the surprised look in your eyes, the little frown on your face, as he throws your legs over his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into you.

He would fuck you until you quiver underneath him, until your voice is hoarse until you can’t see straight, until you’re a mess, gushing all over his cock. He would fuck you until you’re satisfied.

Only then he’ll let himself succumb. A groan rips past his heaving chest as he imagines your pussy clenching down on him greedily, urging him to spill every drop of his hot cum deep within you.

With that thought in his mind, with him envisioning your sloppy pussy fluttering around his dick, he cums. A groan drops from his lips, his fist squeezing a little tighter, concentrating on his swollen tip as his orgasm washes over him.

He envisions himself buried deep inside of you, his cock throbbing with each rope of hot cum he fills you up with.

Shallowly he rides out his high, his body twitching helplessly as his ropes of creamy cum drip down his thick shaft and onto his hand, imagining your pussy milking him dry.

He’s breathless, his chest heaving with pants, as he lets go of himself. His gaze drops onto his soiled hand.

Giorno wonders how such a sweet and tender thing as you could lead him to do such lascivious things.

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𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜: 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙, 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊, 𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 (𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚡), 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒��𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜: 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚜/𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎), 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛

✨𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 : 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚡𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚞 𝚢𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚘, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘, 𝚓𝚓𝚋𝚊, 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝟸𝟸𝟷: 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚔𝟾 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕

✨𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊: 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢, 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚡, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚓𝚞 𝚗𝚘. 𝟾, 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝

📺 • 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚓𝚘𝚓𝚘’𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟼, 𝚣𝚘𝚖 𝟷𝟶𝟶, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎

🎧 • 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚙 • 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚖 • 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 • 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 • 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

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everything you got 🥧🍬

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lumibuns-blog · 8 months

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"F--k it"

Jotaro x reader

After finally arriving in Egypt and gaining Iggy as an "ally" you were forced to fight against Geb and his stand N'doul.

When Abdul had been hurt and your enemy was going in for the kill, you immediately ran, putting yourself at risk to try and save your friend, whom you had just gotten back.

Your friend Jotaro had ran after you, probably just to do damage control, but he was also worried for you. He had helped you defeat the enemy stand user (using Iggy), and now you were walking back to the rest of your friends.

You admired Jotaro in a new light, after he had lost his hat in the fight. He looked so handsome, he always had but now with strands of his hair hanging in front of his face. Of course you had always admired him not only for his looks but his personality as well, he was stoic, calm under pressure, cool, and he always listened to you no matter what, and he was never rude to you always being somewhat gentle.

You felt all of this yet you still knew that it was sort of hopeless, you were friends and Jotaro had showed no interest in you, at least in that way.

So you walked beside him, happy that you could at least know him even under these circumstances, I mean he really was-

"What are you looking at" he suddenly asked, an eyebrow raised

"Oh um sorry" you stammered waving your hands to try and signify it was nothing

"Hm ok..." he looked away

As he looked away his hair moved and the sun shone on his skin.

It was your turn to suddenly speak "You just look really nice without you hat on" you froze, not meaning to think out loud

"Huh?" He trends back towards you and strange look on his face

"Oh I'm sorry- I just, well I haven't seen you without your hat is all..."

He quickly looked away, you panicked, thinking you had said something you shouldn't have

"I just meant-"

"You...look...nice in...the sun...set" he mumbled, barley audible

You could see, even though he was turned away from you that he was covering his face with his hand.

You stood there stunned "what...do you mean?"

"You're such an idiot" he grumbled

He was being so vague you had no idea what he meant

"It's just- fuck it" he suddenly turned back to you and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in close and he bent down so you lips meant for just a moment, he was so gentle and he held you close, as though he thought you would break. He slowly separated himself from you lips and stood up.

"I hope that's obvious enough for you" he scoffed

You stood there, blushing like crazy, unable to speak.

After a moment Iggy came running back, with Jotaro's hat in his mouth

"Well, what do you know. You picked up my hat for me?" He said, surprised "maybe he isn't so bad after all" he looked over his shoulder at you, a small smile on his face

"Thanks-"

He stopped, realizing Iggy had slobbered all over it after he had returned it to his head

"Gimme a break" he sighed

You chuckled "hey Jojo"

"Hm yeah?"

You jumped up to reach his face and planted a kiss on his cheek

"I didn't know you felt the same way" you grinned

"You're pretty dense"

"Says you"

He chuckled

"Well um since we both-"

"HEY JOTARO, Y/N" you could hear Polnareff yell from the dune buggy "COME OVER HERE"

"We'll continue this later I guess" Jotaro sighed

You laughed and ran to catch up with him and the rest of your crew

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josukebrainrot · 10 months

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4&13 not sfw prompts for our baby josuke?? i honestly relate with you, josuke is just miam we love him <33 ty !!

a/n: yall really like to kill me, also this was very fem at first but it turned gendered netural so all my homies can enjoy this. also I wrote this in a normal writing format no hc/bullet point format so, tell me how I did.

warnings: not sfw, hinted at sex, hand over mouth, foreplay, hinted at voyeurism/forced masturbastion

prompt(s): 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” + 13) “Touch yourself for me.”

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

nothing can explain how this started. one second you and josuke were playing playing video games. the next you two were mouths on mouths, hands on skin. nimble fingers tugging, pulling, sliding oh so down

it took until you started tugging at his jacket for josuke to pull away from you whining.

“what? you’re no fun” his lip pouting.

at this point you were in his lap, hands wrapped about your waist “josuke, please. too many layers”

he laughs before he started pulling off his jacket and white shirt leaving himself in his yellow undershirt

“seee there” he teases before pulling you over and tugged on your clothes. “now, it’s your turn”

he tugged you in to kiss you. his hands went to your shirt and pulled it off then they went down to your waistband. your hand stopped him.

“hey,” he soothes, his hand shooting up to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry did I take to far?”

“no you just shocked me” his eyes looked for anything in yours. he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“Are you sure?"

“yes, josuke”

That’s when he put a hand behind your head, the other on the small of your back, and turned you over and on to the ground. “good”

kissing your neck as he shimmied whatever you were wearing down your legs. he smiled against your neck hearing you mewl.

his hand palmed your most sensitive area making a moan rip through you. “hey, hey”

he putting his hand over your mouth. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

right his mom was in one of the next rooms. she could all the expletives her son and his partner were doing at this very moment if she was close by. you nod as he moves his hand away from your mouth.

his hand currently on your underwear moved to removed them as he gawked in the most lowkey way possible.

“wow,” he breathed as he flicked his eyes to yours from above. “it’s like the first time all over again”

he chuckled seeing you try to curl up into yourself and to cover your face. his hands going to stop you. “hey, why are you embarrassed?”

you didn’t answer, he knew why. he liked seeing the effect he has on you by the saying things like that. things that will have you bothered in more ways than one.

“you’re embarrassing. you know that”

“oh, so I’m embarrassing” his hand started gripping one of yours that was going to cover your face, then he started dragging it down. way down. “okay then, touch yourself for me.”

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honeybeedrabble · 7 months

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Kintober Day Six: Dubcon- Kars x AFAB!Reader.

CW: Dubcon (fear tactics and power imbalance), kars x AFAB! Reader, degradation, piv (unprotected), fingering, slapping, cream pie (don’t be stupid), breeder!kars

18+ MDNI !!!

You had heard rumors of three gods running around and stealing women from your village circulating. While they called themselves gods they were anything but that, your mother referred to them as devils. They were fearsome, those who had run into them never came back into town the same, frozen in terror from the battle for their lives, never to speak again. Everyone was frightened, terrified of what they would do to their mothers, sister and daughters. And even more terrified of what they’d do to the men who’d try to stop those evil gods from taking them away.

It was an unspoken rule in most households that people would return home before it was too late, or else be met with the same fate as all the other missing persons. You weren’t afraid, you almost laughed at the idea of these “gods” or “devils” existence. You chopped it up to a few parents trying to scare their children into going to bed on time. However this couldn’t be anything but wrong.

You went out one night with a few friends, sneaking out late to go dancing at a small bar in the corner of town near the villages entrance. You had realized you had gotten far too tipsy and decided to walk home alone, that way the rest of the group could have their own fun. You stumbled around, the nights air still hot from the summers heat. You walked up to the cobblestone wall that was the entrance of the village and leaned against it looking out towards the nearby forest. You exhaled amusingly, rolling your eyes at the thought of a few men running around without any clothes on and stealing girls and men to eat- or “worse”.

“Sure, cause why not?” You laughed to yourself. You had enough courage- or stupidity- to walk over to the small forest, ditching the idea of going home. You didn’t really care about getting home, besides, you needed to clear your mind.

You felt the leaves crunching under your footsteps, moonlight seeping through the gaps of branches in the trees. You looked up at it, it was a beautiful, clear night! You couldn’t help yourself but to venture further in and get an even deeper appreciation for the forest everyone refused to go into.

“What a bunch of pussies,” you snickered, kicking a small rock along the side of a short stream. You followed the stream up until you accidentally kicked the rock into the water. You groaned, then looked around for a log to turn over and maybe sit and meditate at for a while.

As you kept looking around the area, you noticed a small house in the middle of the forest. You were intrigued, remembering how there was an old couple rumored to have lived there before they had been eaten or killed- whichever came first.

You walked up the small stone path that led to the house, sure that it must’ve been abondoned years ago to look this awful. As you approached the broken door you heard some rustling in the trees above. You froze, thoughts of the gods flooding your mind.

“No… t-they’re not real. They can’t be.” You told yourself.

“Who isn’t real, tell me mortal?” Came a gravely voice from behind your ear. You froze, staring at the door in front of you with worry. You closed your eyes, hoping you would wake up from whatever drunken dream you had found yourself in.

You felt a large hand wrap around your jaw, forcing you to look over your shoulder. You kept your eyes shut tight.

“Open your eyes, small one. Show some respect.” His voice reverberated in the woods and your legs felt weak, shaking underneath you in fear.

You slowly opened your eyes, looking in the face of the large man behind you. His eyes were a piercing red, illuminated by the full moon. He had large, bulging muscles, with his hair wrapped in a sort of black headdress, a dark curl draped over his forehead. You let out a gasp, the man smirked.

“Y-You’re…” Your eyes started to well with tears, heart beating a million miles an hour.

“You’re shaking.” He said. grabbing your jaw harsher and turning you around to face him. You fell down on your ass hard, you let out a grunt as you hit the ground. “Tell me why you’ve come out here so late. Don’t your people know not to go looking for trouble by now? Or do I have to make an example out of you?” He grumbled, lowering down to your level, his face inches away from yours.

“I…” You breathed out, the most you could muster.

“Speak when spoken to!” He barked, teeth almost bared.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know… honestly.” You felt tears fall down your cheeks and you couldn’t stop them from flowing, fear confusing you entirely. “Please… please just don’t eat me.” The reality of your mortality being at stake was thrown in your face as he pushed your head back into the grassy dirt.

“Eat you? Now why would I do that?”

“B-Because you’re the devil,” you sniffed. He smirked, teeth flashing at you. He ducked down to your face, you could feel his breath against your skin. His tongue came out of his lips and caressed your cheek, tasting your salty tears.

“On second thoughts, maybe I should. You taste sweet.” He laughed as he watched you squirm underneath him, for some reason you were getting turned on.

“Make no mistake, human. I am no mere devil, I am a god. I am a pillarman. I am Kars. Your kind was able to seal me away and wake me up. My kind is far beyond your time and even father beyond your comprehension.” His hand was placed on your thigh, it hiked itself up slowly.

“With time comes the need for growth. And because of my peoples erasure, there are no pillarwomen to reproduce with. My brothers and I have been able to a capture a few of your women, yet they couldn’t handle what we gave them.” Kars’ hand was under your long skirt now, your thigh quivering under his touch.

“We couldn’t have just let them go, we have an image to maintain- soon to be humanity’s most perfect beings.”

“W-What happened to them?” You asked through tears. He chuckled.

“You’re soon to find out.” His hand shot up, ripping your panties off of you and rubbing a circle along your engorged clit. You let out a whimper, he quickly covered your mouth.

“Quiet. My brothers are inside that building you’ve found. Do you want them to come out here and do this to you as well?” He asked, eyes staring daggers into you. You shook your head viciously. “That’s what I thought.” He picked you up bridal style and brought you further into the woods. You felt terrified, unsure of your fate. Yet entirely aroused due to his gorgeous being and opulent touches.

Kars set you down on the ground, in a small patch of flowers. He looked at you with a smirk.

“How pretty.” He said softly, licking your cheeks for more of your delicious tears. “The women from your village had almost died in fear the moment we set eyes on them. You however are different. Maybe you can handle the strength of a pillarman. Maybe you’ll be a perfect specimen to bare our children.” Your blood ran cold.

His hand attacked your clit again, flicking your bud with little to no effort while you panted heavily, moans escaping your lips. His fingers slowly dipped down, prodding your hole before his thick didgets thrusted into you.

“AH!” You threw your head back, your back arching deeply as you lightly pushed your hips down on his hand.

“I guess I was right, mortal. You are a perfect specimen. Nice and tight… warm… wet…” he trailed off as he pumped his fingers inside of you, feeling your velvety walls clamp down in bliss as if you were real estate. “I’d bet you’re fertile, nobody could possibly be this wet already.”

“P-Please… Kars, don’t get me pregnant,” you felt so embarrassed saying that, tears forming out of embarrassment now.

“Shut up, human!” He snapped, slapping your clit. You yipped, pleasure and pain surrounding you entirely as his hand retracted from your pussy. “I could always just eat you instead, would you rather that?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“No! P-Please don’t my god…” you cried. Kars let out a booming laugh, going back to rubbing your clit.

“How amusing…” He sighed humorously. Kars sat up tearing your clothes off of you and your nipples hardened in the air. You shuddered, the air that once felt warm now feels cold after the night had gotten longer. “Cold, are we?” He asked. You nodded.

Kars had taken off his headdress, a giant mass of curly hair came falling beautifully down his shoulders and muscular back. You could see his horn even better now. His hair created almost a wall around you, keeping your body warmth in that area. He adjusted his loin cloth and you looked down. His cock sprang out and hit his chiseled abs. You looked at its menacing menacing girth with fear and put a hand on his abdomen trying to push him away.

“You’ve been so good, don’t ruin it, mortal.” Kars sighed with disappointment. He flashed his teeth at you and out of fear you withdrew your hand. “Oh, look at that? You can listen.” he hummed.

He grabbed the base of his thick cock and ran it along your folds, eliciting a mewl out of you. Kars smirked, then thrusted into you with an incomparable force. You let out a scream, feeling his length pummel into you with a blissfully agonizing stretch.

“What a nice cocksleeve you are. In all my years i’ve never had a pussy this tight.“ He parted you almost violently.

He set the pace hard and fast, opening you up with his rod. Kars pounded you, watching how you bobbed up and down on his length, shifting under the grassy flowers with each thrust. He grabbed your hips with such force you were sure his fingertips could’ve bruised you. He held you in place while he drilled you, your eyes had rolled back and you gripped the dewy grass underneath you for stability.

Your moans filled the air and your walls fluttered around him, your slick painting his length as the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled your ears. You felt a pool of drool slip past the corner of your mouth as you whimpered underneath his giant frame. Kars down at your face and smiled wide.

“Oohhh, that’s nice… how wicked. Enjoying how i’m taking you in these woods, mortal? I knew you had it in you…” Kars smiled.

His lips crashed into yours and his tongue parted your lips hungrily. He tasted your spit, coating his tongue in the drool you had. His strong tongue felt heavenly against yours and you suddenly felt an intense hunger for it. You lifted your head up and tangled your tongue with his, occasionally choking on the mixed saliva as your breaths became shallower and your moans became more frequent.

His tongue made love to yours while his cock pummels you til your hilt with all the sexual frustration of 2000 years had built up inside of him.

“Such a good whore, all i had to do was discipline you a little and already you’re far more obedient than the ones that came before you. In fact, I think you’re starting to like this.” Kars’ hips snapped against your even harder, although sloppier. You had a feeling he was going to cum.

“Haah-“ You moaned, before he shoved his tongue back into your mouth, swirling with yours. He withdrew it again, a string of saliva keeping you two together.

“Such a perfect hole… Well worth the wait. After all this fucking you still can barely take me, quite the feat if you ask me.” He purred, sucking a part of your neck into his mouth.

You were seeing stars as he trusted deep into you, cumming around his thick cock and strangling his length. Kars grunted, fucking you even harder through your orgasm until he was letting his own moans slip through his lips and spill his huge load of hot cum deep into your abused pussy.

Both of your bodies were covered in sweat when he picked your naked form up in his arms. He plunged a finger inside of you to keep his seed in as he started to bring you towards the house.

“I quite like you mortal, I’ll keep you as my own. I’ll have to fight Ecidici and Wamuu to keep them off of you. Those fools would probably ruin you, they have no clue how to take care of their things.” He looked down at you, watching you shake under his gaze.

“Don’t be fooled, this doesn’t mean you’ll be getting away free. You’ll be my new fucktoy, with only the purpose of taking my cock and baring me new heirs. We’ll have to do this every day, over and over until you get all swollen with my children. And even then, you’ll probably still be irresistible.”

AN: still catching up my bad guys lol.

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suguci · 4 days

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— JOTARO KUJO X FEM READER SMUT IMAGINE

— MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+ ONLY

— SUMMARY: It's the middle of summer in a heat wave, and while you and Jotaro are trying to cool off, Jotaro seems to have other plans to raise the heat instead.

— WC: 3.0k

— WARNINGS: Temperature play, ice play, brat taming, ass slapping, fingering, edging, p in v penetration.

— A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic in quite a while. I've written fics before but it's been abt a year or so since I've written, so I hope it's not too bad! Thank you, hope you enjoy!

It's the middle of the summer in Japan─where it's hot and humid, the sun is blaring through the windows, and the sounds of tree frogs and crickets are relentless.

You and Jotaro lie in the bed, unmade, with your clothes strewn off to the side, laying skin to skin, with a few electric fans plugged into the walls of your bedroom–the only thing that seems to be keeping the both of you cool.

Normally, the air conditioning would be on, and you wouldn't have to be in this sweltering heat, but, the summers of Japan in the countryside are hot and brutal, which eventually decides to even break the air conditioning unit after staying on twenty-four-seven, wearing it's efforts thin.

Jotaro's fingers gently trace small circles on your sticky, sweaty back before he groans and turns from his side to lay on his back, breaking the miserable silence of just lying still under the unbearable heat.

"Fuck," He groans once more. "I wish we had a swimming pool out here, or we lived near the beach."

You can't help but let out a weak chuckle as you grab another ice pack from the cooler that's sitting beside your bed, and you toss it on top of the large, sweaty man who lies next to you.

"That's the fifth time you've said that Jotaro," You mumble, also taking an ice pack from the small cooler and placing it on top of your forehead in hopes of cooling you down.

Jotaro grumbles and sits up, taking the ice pack you handed him and he glides the cooling pack along his face and neck to help cool him down quicker.

"Didn't know you were keeping count."

You sigh, and you sit up. You look behind you, looking at the towels you laid down on the bed, and upon seeing your sweaty body imprint you groan at the sight, wondering just how much water you must've expelled from your body by now.

"Well, there's not much to talk about other than complain about how hot it is, so, I just wanted to see how many times you'd complain about not having a pool, so I've kept track."

Jotaro just chuckles and he rolls his eyes at your retort, too hot to even think of an answer to retort that. Instead, he continues to drag the ice pack across his skin, letting it move from his neck and down to his chest and over his abdomen.

Your eyes follow his movements unashamedly, and, out of the corner of his eye, Jotaro catches you staring.

He chuckles at your lack of shame, but he isn't even one to judge simply because he's been staring at your sticky, sweaty body for the majority of the time that you've both been nude.

"Care to tell me why you're staring?" He asks, his eyes now following yours.

Your eyes flick back to his facial features and you see a smug grin plastered onto his face, and instantly you feel heat rise to your face from being caught, but you're quick to retort.

"Like you're one to talk─You've been gawking at me the entire day."

Jotaro shakes his head and he rolls his eyes, finding your attitude almost chuckle-worthy.

It's his turn to look over at you now. His eyes wander over your sweaty figure, how your hair sticks to your skin, and how the sweat droplets glisten off of you in the afternoon sun, mainly paying attention to how pretty your breasts are covered in sweat, too.

He sees that you're looking at him in the same way he's admiring you, and he suddenly understands a certain thickness forming in the air alongside the persistent humidity. Slowly, he reaches over and runs a hand up and down your waist as you sit hunched over with your poor posture-his fingers teasing the curvature of your stomach-and presses his fingers against your skin.

You get the hint, and slowly he guides you with his hand, guiding you to sit on top of him. He gives you another smug grin meanwhile you give him a pout.

"Jotaro, aren't we only going to get hotter with this-"

Your question is interrupted by Jotaro's command. "Don't care. Come here." He taps your hip-a signal you know to hover over him-and in one hand, he takes his hardening cock, and pumps it a few times until he's fully erect, and slowly, he swipes his tip over your entrance to feel how wet you are, and when he decides it's good enough, he slips it inside of your hot, wet cunt, and immediately both of you let out a moan at the penetration.

Jotaro grabs your hips, and slowly, he pushes you down on his cock until your hips are flushed together.

You let out a whine at the dull sensation filling you up and making you go dizzy, loving how thick your boyfriend is, how you can feel him stretching your walls out, and how his fat tip sits perfectly on your g-spot.

God, he feels so good, you think to yourself, while your hands find a mind of their own and grab his thick quads to find purchase to start riding him, but Jotaro quickly grips your hips in protest.

"No, stay put. We'll get too hot, remember?" He smirks, using your own words against you, and you let out a frustrated groan.

"Please, Jotaro," You beg, which catches you by surprise, finding it funny how easily he already has you falling apart.

He seems to find this surprising too, as one of his dark eyebrows raises, and that smug grin of his reappears upon his lips.

"No, don't want you to move quite yet, sweetheart. Just stay still and... let me cool you down..." He says, his voice low as he grabs the ice pack that you left on the bed, and slowly, he brings the cold pack over your skin, gliding it, and watching water droplets form as he drags it across your body.

You watch with bated breath as Jotaro drags the ice along your skin. You swallow thickly, as your chest rises up and down, your eyes following his every move, and how your breath skips when the ice suddenly gets too cold when he moves the pack over your breasts and the peaks of your nipples.

Jotaro's eyes watch your chest rise up and down with interest, finding the way you react to the cold against such a sensitive part of your skin to be almost gratifying. He watches closely, and intently, seeing the water move across your skin almost as if it's mesmerizing, and how goosebumps rise across your skin from the sensitivity. He smirks at that and looks up at you.

"I see you're cooled down."

You huff, shaking your head, because it's quite the contrary, feeling as if your skin is on fire from how close Jotaro is─how his piercing green eyes look so intently at your breasts, and how good he feels buried deep inside of you. You swallow thickly and reach down, your hands gripping his thighs once more and digging your nails into his skin, hoping you'd return a stinging, hot sensation to him.

The hiss he lets out confirms it, and you flash him a smug grin back at him. Your hips then grind down onto him, moving in a circle, and Jotaro immediately lets out a groan and grips your hips tightly, digging his fingers into you.

"F-Fuck, stop that," He groans, halting his movements with the ice pack.

You watch as his eyes flutter from the pleasure of you moving your hips, how his Adam's Apple bobs, and how his mouth hangs open─you think he looks so good like this, so you let your eyes wander over his pretty facial features, and down his neck, looking at the droplets of sweat adorning his strong, scarred body-it's all such a good view, and it doesn't stop you from moving your hips, that is until Jotaro grips your hips harshly with his strong, calloused hands, causing you to come to a halt and your breath to hitch.

He's silent when he stops you except for the sound of his heavy breathing, which leaves your heart pounding a million miles a minute, wondering what he's gonna do next makes the atmosphere incredibly palpable.

He's silent for a minute more, leaving you anxious, and so, you start moving your hips again to gauge his reaction, but his grip on your hips only tightens and he lets out a huff. You raise an eyebrow at his refusal to acknowledge the silent situation, but, before you can blink, he quickly takes hold of you in both of his hands and flips you over so your face is pressed into the pillows.

You're breathless from how fast the movement is, unable to comprehend the situation fully, you can't even give Jotaro a remark before his rough hands grab hold of you once more to position you with rough grunts; where he grips your hips tightly pushing your ass into the air, and pushing on your back till it curves, and then he grips your thighs and pulls them apart as if he were tearing open a tightly sealed package.

Your eyes are wide with how rough he's handling you, so you grip the bedsheets tightly as if your life depended on it. You swallow thickly, knowing that it was your refusal to stay still that caused all of this.

"J-Jotaro..." Your voice is weak from the newfound tightness in your throat, as well as the fact that your face is pushed into the pillows in front of you. With this, you're practically begging to be recognized with the fact that you're sorry, but, you can hear Jotaro huff with frustration from behind you, making it seem as if he isn't too keen on forgiving you.

"I told you to be still..." He mutters, and you can feel one of his rough hands grip the globes of your ass-cheeks-pulling you slowly apart─and his calloused thumb swipes gently over your poor, weeping hole which reluctantly pulls a soft whine out of you.

His thumb trails down and, as if he were pondering about something, he slowly swipes his thumb over the soft folds of your cunt, making you let out another reluctant whine. You turn your head back to look back at Jotaro to ask for forgiveness, but a quick slap on your ass that has you lurching forward and letting out a quick yelp tells you that he was already reading your mind.

"Won't take an apology, sorry," He says bluntly, and he grins from knowing that he's probably making you annoyed.

You huff, begging to differ, but once you feel a large finger push forward inside of you, it's as if you've felt all of your complaints wash away in a matter of seconds. Your body leans back into his touch, and Jotaro is amused at how easily you lean back into him.

He groans and smiles at how good you look like this, and slowly he begins to curl that finger inside of you, making that motion over and over again, which makes you grip the covers of the bed needily.

"You gonna be good now, now that your wet little hole is weeping from my fingers?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly finding your easy submission quite amusing.

You nod slowly, and you push back on his fingers as if you'd like them to go deeper, but Jotaro grips your hips tightly once more and with his free hand, he slaps your ass again, shaking his head.

"Seems like you're not gonna be still, so I'll just take my time here," He mutters, and he reaches down with his other hand and pinches your clit, sending a warning to you, which has you let out a frustrated whine.

"Jesus, Jotaro... I'll be still for fuck's sake," You murmur into the pillows, your head feeling a little shaken from Jotaro pinching your clit.

A smug smirk appears on his face, and then slowly, when his fingers start to move again, his face returns to its stoic expression as he watches his finger curl into you before adding another one which makes you moan, and you grip the bedsheets once more.

Once he's satisfied with your moans, he slowly then brings his other hand down and begins to gently rub your clit with his thumb, making you let out another moan.

You feel as if you're in heaven from the way his fingers feel, just enjoying how they make you feel so full and how they curl to hit that spongey spot inside of you every single time. Your head feels so full of bliss as you revel in the feeling of his fingers, knowing that if he kept going, you'd feel close to climbing your climax soon.

In the meantime, Jotaro is watching you intently. He watches the way your body reacts, his eyes watch your pretty cunt clench around him, and how your legs tremble whenever his fingers curl into that spot so deliciously-needless to say, he's focused on you, hoping to see when you're close.

Of course, however, you're giving him everything he wants, with your legs trembling from how good his rough thumb feels on your clit, drawing small, slow circles, you feel the familiar feeling of a rope tightening in your stomach, making you moan louder than were you before, and your breath becomes heavy as a result.

At that moment, Jotaro decides in a split second and quickly removes his fingers from you, and instantly your eyes pop open and look back at him in anger as you lose focus on your incoming orgasm.

"W-What the hell?! I-I was being still!" You retort with eyebrows furrowed, and piercing eyes like daggers as you stare at Jotaro, feeling as if you've lost all of that pleasure at once.

He gives you a smug smirk in response and he leans down, his dark curly bangs falling in front of his face and he nips at your neck.

"I know... just felt so good to get you back," He says, and the smug smirk on his face is practically audible as he leans down to press his soft lips along your skin, and as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you let out a soft sigh as you feel his warm breath dance along there anyway, just wanting to feel him again.

"Now..." He grunts and sits back up and lifts your ass by gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him again. You let out a surprised yelp at that and he spreads your ass cheeks again, before reaching down to grip his cock. He groans as he slowly begins to tease the tip on your entrance, and as much as you're tempted to push yourself on it, you refrain from doing so because you know he'd only tease you about it.

Jotaro sees this remarkable effort you're making and he grins and lets out a low chuckle, finding your sudden obedience very entertaining.

"There we go... did the heat finally get to that little brain of yours?" He asks, and you huff and roll your eyes at his remark.

"Shut up and just fuck me, Jotaro," You murmur, not finding his teasing amusing at all, and you grip the pillows in front of you for support.

Another grin tugs at Jotaro's lips when you fire back that retort, and he sighs and slaps your ass one more time for good measure which makes you squeak before he slowly pushes himself in. He groans as he slowly moves inside of you, and your mouth drops open when you feel that familiar stretch.

Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, making you instantly let out soft moans from how good he feels─his thick girth slowly opening you up more than you already were from his fingers. Eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers slowly grip the sheets as you feel the over-encompassing heat swell up within your body, feeling as if the heat wave is starting to finally get to you. Clearly, it seems to be getting to Jotaro too as you hear him groaning, and breathing deeply as he picks up his pace, his hands moving to grip your ass tighter so they wouldn't slip from the amount of sweat the two of you have accumulated over the past twenty minutes or so, inhaling and exhaling each other's heat.

The heat passing between the two of you is almost more than you can bare as your breath picks up with Jotaro's quick pace─his thick cock hits that delicious spot inside of you earning him moans and shaky legs, and the sticky, wet sound only increases in volume as Jotaro keeps chasing that heat, wanting to finish as his cock twitches inside of you.

You can only moan at this point, feeling so dizzy and hot as you can only take Jotaro's cock as his quick pace suddenly turns more punishing. You whine, feeling your body tighten and your legs shake and jolt from getting so close to your orgasm.

"C-Close..." You murmur, letting your head fall forward, letting the heat build up inside of you until it's close to coming to that breaking point. Jotaro can only groan in response to your murmur, knowing he's close too.

Finally, with a few more thrusts, Jotaro lets out a groan and he grabs your hips tightly, you let out a long moan as your legs shake and that hot blaze inside of you finally bursts free as you finish.

Jotaro finishes and pulls out of you, groaning as he cums on your ass, watching the white, sticky warmth flow down your ass cheeks. He huffs as he watches, trying to catch his breath, and his eyes drift down to you to see you falling limp against the mattress. He chuckles.

"Looks like the heat waves finally got to us, hmm?" Jotaro remarks, and he sighs as he watches your whole body finally go limp against the bed, he slowly lowers himself next to you with a smug expression written all over his face when you turn to look at him.

You just groan and roll your eyes, letting your breath calm down as your mind is swimming with bliss, trying even to comprehend his words.

"Yeah, yeah... still would've been better if we had a pool."

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strawberymilku · 3 months

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Playing Dangerous

featuring: Police!Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader

genres: nsfw!, crimes, mention of: thugs, arson, mafia, car sex, oral sex, blowjob, dirtytalk, one night stand, fingering, doggy style, praises, police theme, corrupt, minor gunplay

a/n: i was rewatching jojo, and ive been wanting to write a police smut with lana del rey lyrics as prompt, and my bf wnted to collab so i just had to write it. not proofread yet. might do part 2 for it. word: 4k, a bit long but it was worth it.

The woman was speeding for sure, but Abbacchio could doubt if she was the witness or the culprit for committing arson, Abbacchio heard the sound of the motorcycle approaching, and he turned to face the direction in which it was coming. It was heading straight in his direction-? He wasn't sure if the person on the bike was who he suspected it to be, but he raised his revolver as the bike came closer..it certainly looked suspicious...

"Why you?!" she yelled, cursing, he was brave enough that he did not care if he died to get her, pulling him on the side of the motorbike, with a swift dash, saving his life as he was at the back of her motorbike. It was the work of the Stand for sure, but sadly the man couldn’t see Stands like that yet but just felt someone lift him on her motorbike. That certainly caught him off guard. Was she just riding directly into him? The situation was unclear...Was she trying to run him over? To escape-? He was surprised at how quickly she acted. He could have been killed if it hadn't been for her, which meant..she couldn't be the arsonist, but she still looked suspicious..and yet she saved his life... Yet her actions are justified yet "Kill me later, what is wrong with you, you would be run across in my wheels," she had a gangly Italian accent, still on the motorbike with huge speed. "Am I getting a ticket for speeding too?" she said sarcastically. He looked at her back where a group of thugs were still chasing over her. Leone had a stunned look on his face. She was certainly lively, and rather..crude. He certainly wasn't expecting that attitude from a potential arsonist, but for some odd reason he didn't feel threatened by her- in fact, he was rather intrigued- she hadn't even noticed his police uniform. After a few moments of stunned silence, he finally replied

"Ah...I'm a police officer. But I can't just let anyone ride at such high speeds..why are you speeding away from people?" "They are after me, whaddya think," she went into different roads taking a lot of turns as the gang lost track of her, after minutes of having the stranger at the back, they stopped in a random alleyway, with a big sigh, she realized it was the cop, not that she’s afraid of him anyways. "It's my job to keep the streets safe and look out for suspicious behaviour- like someone on a motorcycle riding at dangerously high speeds in a residential area."

The suspicious behaviour mentioned included the arson incident at the local gas station that happened not a day ago. Although he didn't outright believe her, he decided to look into her claim. For now, he'd only ask questions to get a grip on the situation.

"May I ask what you were doing around that area where the suspected arson took place?"

"Arson? You think I'd commit arson-" Her lighter got pulled from her pocket, he was daring enough to get that from her leather jacket. "No, please, I'm a smoker," she pulled out her cigarettes to counter his proof. The policeman took a second to think. It would be highly unusual for someone to commit a criminal offense like arson just to cover up smoking. At the same time, he had no evidence proving her guilty yet. He decided to ask another more personal question.*

"Why were they on your tail to begin with? Do you know why these gang members were after you?" That was a sensitive topic for a mafia’s daughter, no way she could leak her identity out like that. "Yes I do, I have my own reasons, which place was getting burned again?" she tilted her head, as she was demanded to show her license, but she looked reluctant to show it.

There was still the issue of the gang members after her that he had to inquire about.

"The Shell station at the corner of Via Maddaloni and Via Caracciolo."

"I was at a Hilton Hotel I swear, you can get the evidence," she raised her arms, showing everything from her pocket. Everything seemed suspicious to Abbacchio, no way he could get information out of her mouth like that, so the best way was to flip her body quickly, putting her hands at his back as he slapped the metal handcuffs on her wrists, locking it. He was unsure why he did that but he believed this was the best way. She sighed, "My dad will be killing me if he finds out I’m going to be late,” it was too much for just speeding up in a motorbike.

He couldn’t help but raise a small smirk. Her hands being cuffed behind her back gave him a fair idea of what he could do to her.

"I suppose you aren't very much of a good girl?"

*"Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer,"* she replied still with her hands on her back as she was forced to walk back to where his car was. He let out a small laugh. It was rather amusing how easily she was acting so calm over being handcuffed and detained. Even if this incident would end up being a dead end for the arson case, he was still curious. She was just detained for being a suspect, just yet. Things are getting exciting.

"And exactly what is your name, miss?"

“Y/N,” she grunted still feeling her wrist already from the handcuffs. “Well then Y/N, too bad, you will be a warrant for, ‘reckless driving, running through stop signs, driving at dangerously high speeds, running through red lights- and for suspicion of arson. You have the right to remain silent,” he said in a stern tone, he couldn’t help but smile at her rolling her eyes. *"No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure,"* she tried to pout her lips to use a charm on him, thinking he would let her go this time.

Abbacchio's smirk grew wider, as he tried not to laugh at her attempt at seduction.

"I don't think a pout will suffice for an excuse in court."

Her attitude was amusing he thought. Usually, people would be acting aggressively, but she seemed to have accepted the situation quite easily.

"Ah yeah, my dad told me not to talk to the police, because I can demand rights for a lawyer," she tried to rethink again, trying to stay silent as they slowly walked back to his car. She had the attitude of a spoiled teenager, but he couldn't help but be amused. Usually, people would be threatening legal action, not talking about their parents, but she was a different case.

"Your father told you not to talk to the police..? Is he one of those who would try to bribe officers to avoid arrest?"

"Oh really, does he?" she grinned, still using her legs to take sweet sweet time back to the car, it was taking so long than usual just to stall time as much as she could. She was certainly being flirty for someone who had just been arrested.

"If you're expecting me to be charmed you certainly have a poor way of showing it."

Though she certainly was charming..but he'd rather stay professional at the moment. He’s a committed policeman after all. "Am I going to jail for this?" her shoulders slouched at him trying to repeat what she committed as if he were his mom. “Like, *the house is already on fire right, I swear I’m not a liar,*” she added to him to second guess his decisions.

Abbacchio gave her a skeptical look. She definitely wasn't being completely honest. But what she said about the house being on fire definitely seemed more believable than her being the arsonist. It seemed like these gang members came after her for something else. He decided to ask just to confirm his suspicions.

“I’m not asking about the arson crime, I’m asking how are you related to those thugs, it’s very dangerous you know,” he tried to squeeze more questions to get more information out of her.

The girl didn’t reply, it was indeed a chilly night, her lips were quivering from the cold, even if she had the leather jacket on her. “Are you cold?” he asked with concern in his eyes, his hands on her handcuffs, yet pulling her close to him, trying to walk back where he came from.

*“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking.”* she smiled at him to look up at him with her eye smile.

"Did you owe them money? Did you have their illegal drugs? What's your ties to these gang members?" "Tell me do you always work so late?" she didn't answer his question, as she had the right not to though. She was very charming, but also very stubborn- he almost found it admirable. Maybe he should've taken her up on her earlier offer of charm. She seemed very confident in her ability to seduce him. It could be the right moment to give in to temptation.

"It's my job to watch the late night shift, what does my work schedule have to do with your involvement with gangs?"

*"Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?"* she tried to pull it out but it was not to avail. Still, she didn’t give up yet to flirt with him. Abbacchio gave her a small laugh at the girl, this was the moment for which he was hoping. That is, she was very much starting to flirt with him- so now was the perfect time to reciprocate.

"Are you sure you're not trying to get me to take the cuffs off?"

It might just be wishful thinking, but it certainly looked like she was trying to flirt. He was hoping for it anyway, and now she had given him the right opportunity by attempting to pull her cuffs off... But he must stay professional right?

*"Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer?"* she asked a question, still finding ways to flirt with him last minute possible. Finally, they arrived at the car that had printed ‘Polizia’ on it. “Playtime is over, get in the car,” he tried to stay in a demanding tone. The ‘officer’ word did get the man inhaled deeply, oh the things he could do with her right now, as he placed her in the backseat of the car, respectfully, restraining himself from touching her. He’s a good policeman, he couldn’t be doing that. *"You can ask me anything you want, anything, like anything,"* she smiled as he slowly fell for her trap, he decided to sit in the backseat, for a while, closing the car door behind him, and locking it, giving her a dirty smirk. Abbacchio chuckled and shook his head at her flirtatious comments, yet he also realized just how tempting the situation was.

"Anything, hmm?"

He thought for a bit. His mind started to wonder as he looked down at her. She was very appealing.

"What would you do, if I decided to uncuff you- right now?" "I don't know, officer," she looked at his lips then back to him. "You do like purple lipstick, don't you, what is it? Givenchy brand?" she joked, in between, giving a mysterious appeal to the policeman wanting to give in to his desires.

"Good guess. Though I may need more than just your beauty alone to convince me."

"Like what, officer?" she leaned closer towards his neck, it was rather a risqué attempt, she was down to play with fire too, from the looks in his eyes. Leone bit his lip slightly but he still tried to hold back, he wanted to stay professional and focused. But his heart couldn't help but race as she got close. He wondered how this would end...if there was a way he could fall for the trap.

The smell of her perfume hit his nose making it that much harder to focus. He was very tempted. She seemed to have been waiting for him to reply for a minute now. *"Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger?"* she'd be the one asking questions here instead, how the tables have turned, touching his chest on his police uniform, with her fingertips. This made him raise an eyebrow, the question she had just asked was a little unexpected. Though given he was staring directly at her lips he couldn't deny that he was rather tempted to take it as a sign. But he decided to answer nonetheless.

"I don't have a girlfriend..not at the moment anyway." "*Well that's interesting, have you thought of dating a* **mafia's daughter?**" she replied, dropping the biggest hint of all time, until he realized, no wonder why the gang was after her. He should let her go right? The thought of having her as a girlfriend was still tempting..her attractiveness, her flirtatious attitude, it was too much to ignore.

"Are you offering?" "Maybe I am, offering you a taste?" she leaned closer towards him slowly. It was obvious, that she a tease, still not kissing him, just yet, but their faces were just inches apart. Abbacchio held his breath. Her words were tempting, her attitude was tempting..and her lips were certainly tempting- all she had to do was just close the space between them and they'd be locked in a passionate kiss...

He felt like he might die if he didn't go through with their kiss. He wanted to play her game and play it perfectly. Her words had been tempting since she said them and he could only answer with one answer.

Abbacchio took in a deep breath and nodded his head. **The flames are getting higher, and so is his desire. It's kind of exciting, don't you think?

"Am I playing a dangerous game, officer?" she teased, still not kissing him, just yet, she wanted to see how far this would go.

The policeman was gritting his teeth in anticipation. It was a dangerous game she was playing, and he knew he shouldn't play it. She was involved with the mafia after all. But the temptation was too much to pass up. He had to do it. The smell of her perfume still lingered, making it much more inviting.

"It's a very dangerous game."

Abbacchio finally caved in. He knew he couldn't control himself anymore. He closed the distance and pulled her towards him, giving in their passionate kiss. She crashed on her lips softly, melting right down on this gothic policeman, without shame, he was worth a one-night stand, but she didn't really care, their kisses became hotter and hotter each second, he gripped her body, forcing her onto his thighs, looking up at her. Their kiss has started to deepen. His lips brushed against hers as he pulled her even closer. This girl..she was too irresistible. Her flirting and teasing, even the danger of her being involved with the mafia. He just wanted more. She touched his badge and looked up at him. "Abbacchio was it?" she kissed him once more, not enough of his kisses, at this point the purple lipstick has been worn off at this point, some even staining her lips.

"That is my name, yes." "So officer~" the way she said was so enticing,

"What am I supposed to do now?" she felt his hands roaming all across her body, as if he owned her right here, no tonight, he could do whatever he wanted for tonight.

"Will I be forgiven for this, officer?" she was like a crime he must commit just for tonight, a sin he wouldn't regret doing, for sure.

"I guess I'll have to figure out how to punish you for this..for now though, I'm sure you don't mind my hands on your body, hmm?"

His smile was quite teasing too and even though he was trying to appear professional, it was clear he was enjoying this quite a lot. He leaned back in and began kissing her again. He gave her a look that told her he was enjoying this as his hands stayed firmly on her hips. “Let’s make this exciting for the both of us,” he pulled out his revolver from his waistband, pointing at her head. He must tried it out at least, he needed to have the upper hand as well. "Officer, I will do anything to repent," her words were dripping as if it was made of honey, she wasn’t even fazed the gun barrel was pointed at her head, biting her lips. Things have gotten out of hand. "You will, will you?" he grinned of mischievous how he liked her under his power.

"How about you tell me what you'd do to repent- and I'll think about it and see if it's enough of a punishment for you." "First, I'd unbuckled that belt of yours and..." her eyes trailed downwards at the seat at the bulge forming in his navy blue pants and up to his golden purple eyes, that would be enough for his imagination to do the rest of the work. “Okay then, get to work, don’t just be an all talk,” he pressed the revolver harder on her skin, geez this man was full of sass, which made her actually take off his pants, obeying his orders, just as he wanted her to. "Oh, please don't shoot me yet, Mr Polizia, I will be good," she unravelled his hard cock from his underwear, palming it between her small hands trying to please him, her handcuffs were still on.

"So you'll be a better girl if I don't shoot you?"

He looked down at her with a teasing and tempting look, she was really quite the girl. This was the most teasing, dangerous girl he had ever come across on the job. “You know your small hands aren’t in good use, use your mouth,” he demanded, pointing the gun directly at her and even though he wasn't gonna shoot, she could clearly see the barrel against her. He looked at her with a teasing grin. She looked so pretty under him, and all the power he had on her. She nodded at his orders, bending down, licking his wet tip for a while, which made him have a satisfying moan, his impulse made him push his right hand on her head, pushing her mouth closely for the blowjob. His breath was shaky already as he felt every part of her mouth on his dick, he felt as if he was on cloud nine, it was all worth it. Worth it from a tiring shift, she was trying to suck him good, she looked like she was an expert at this, feeling his tip pushed against her throat, she was trying to be his only little good girl, a good girl just for Mr Policeman right here. Oh, how he’d wish he could possibly want her every night. Her mouth was starting to tire her, as all her saliva was all around his base, “Abbacchio, sir, are you satisfied yet?” she looked up at him for his mercy, for his approval, for his attention, with those orbs. “Not yet, I wanted to cum on your face,” he pointed the gun at her, demanding to resume her lips to work again. Her head bobbed again and again, trying to please him as much as she could, deepthroating him, her tongue twirling on his length. She liked how much vocal he was, praising her, for her good use of the mouth.

“My god, you weren’t lying when you said you will have your mouth in good use,” that was the best blowjob he received in his life so far, feeling every orgasm trying to rip from his heated skin. After minutes of torturing her throat, he finally gave in, painting on her face with his white liquids, with a satisfied smug face. “Uh, uh, uh, mi amore,” he had a menaced look over her with a tsk, “Who said I was done with you?” for a policeman like him, having stamina could be true. He bent her over, his gun still pointing at her. The time to show who is the monster here, not giving her a break.

“Look here, girl, *if you can't stand the heat. Then stay out of the fire,*” he groped all over breasts, throwing the gun away on the floor of the car. She happened to listen all to his command, like a good little girl, he pulled down her bottom clothing, his fingers trying to play her folds through her underwear, trying to tease her. “Oh, your cunt is wet here, *you might get what you desire*,” he put the underwear aside, rubbing on her clit, trying to gain some moans from her. Things are starting to get interesting. “I’m not putting on anything, yeah, just to warn you,” his cock tried to get between her wet folds, just like that. “I-uh, policia, please don’t you have a condom-” her mouth was shoved with the finger he got her pussy juices on. “Lick it up,” she couldn’t deny such requests from the hot officer, licking it, while he kept pounding her behind her back. Not enough, he needed to feel every wall of her just like that. “I’m going raw, so shut your pretty mouth like that,” He had an enormous speed, gripping her waist, her arms against the tinted glass, the car starting to fog up from the movements, “Listen here, little girl, and listen good,” he raised her body good, her boobs all over the window glass at this point, she screamed more as her G spot has been getting all this abuse from the sudden position.

“Please, please, have mercy on me, officer-” her words were cut as he pushed his fingers in her throat, attempting to shut her mouth. This man is indeed wild, the luckiest night for a girl like her. **”Even if you scream, or beg me to stop, or have mercy, I’m not stopping,”** he rutted inside her cunt as if it was meant to be shaped by his large cock.

“Not until I’m satisfied,” he hummed, using it as if she was a toy she was made just for him to fuck her. Her cries and moans filled the whole street, think to their luck no one was in the streets, a few maybe. Do you this man cares? No? **“Not like you can stop me anyways, hmm?”** he didn’t stop his thrusts, her pussy aching from all the movements, their moans were in unison. She was already tired at this point, getting the slaps on her buttocks, his hand making her chin move just to kiss him as he kept railing behind her back, his lusts and desires being fulfilled by this one girl. “If you keep doing like that, I might-” she panted for air, she needed for a moment there, “I might, cum~” her body squealed in pleasure, holding all her sanity.

It was prolonged sex for sure, he finally had to urge to orgasm, he pulled out in time, cumming all over her body, she really looked pretty as if he was the artist, painting more cum on the belly. “Know your place, just like that,” he looked coldly into her eyes, he didn’t have time for this right? The aftercare was little, he threw her tissues and a bottle of water he had in the car, putting on his clothes, he did let her go this time, unlocking her sore wrists, and going back to his driver seat.

He did drove her back to her motorbike was at, even opening the door for her to get out, after minutes of silence, he kissed her forehead softly, like a gentleman would, before he finally let her go. But one thing for sure is that it was one of the best nights he’d ever had with a girl. A sucker for romance, *lovin’ a hurricane*

part 2?

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Kinktober Day 4 (Stygiophilia)

Character: Dio Brando x Virgin reader

Reader: Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, Unprotected sex, Stygiophilia, harsh language, corruption kink, rough sex, blood, talk of religion, mentions of going to hell, degradation, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, manipulation

Stygiophilia: Arousal to the thought of hellfire and damnation.

Wc: 5,042

A/n: Yeaaaaaah I may or may not have fallen behind with my Kinktober works as this is definitely being posted on Day 5. So sorry about that! Thankfully I made sure to get both Day 4&5 written up! (I just have to edit day 5 before posting) Anyway, I tried to get all the warnings labeled and apologize if I missed anything!

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"Young miss, please slow down! A lady must not run!" You heard one of your lady-in-waiting yells after you as you happily ran through the familiar corridors of your home. You were the younger sister of Jonathan Joestar and had been sent away to an all-girls boarding school for the last three years, so you were beyond excited to see your father and older brother. As you reach the front doors to the manor, your eyes light up at the familiar sight of your older brother, a giant smile on his face as he holds his arms out to you, ready to accept your tight embrace. "Brother! I missed you!" You cried while leaping into his arms, causing the older boy to laugh as he held you securely while spinning you around. Your lady-in-waiting finally catches up, placing her hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath while trying to scold you.

"My dear sister, are you still causing trouble for people? What's the point of sending you to such a high-class school if you refuse to listen!" Jonathan laughs while playfully ruffling your hair. You pout, pushing his hand away as you stick your tongue out playfully, earning another bright smile from the brother you admired with all your heart. "I have so much I wish to talk about! Where is father?!" You cheered, looking around, wishing to tell him your stories. Jonathan frowns as he leads you into the manor by wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. "Y/n father's condition appears to be getting worse…he is now bedridden." Your eyes go wide in horror as you quickly take off towards your father's room, ignoring your brother's calls for you to wait.

You run up the stairs, shoes slipping off due to your rush, causing you to stumble a bit, but you pay them no mind as you go and push the doors to the room open, not bothering to knock. "Father!" You called tears in your eyes as you looked at the weak figure of your father sitting peacefully in his bed. "Ah, Y/n, my dear, you've come home!" Your father greets you with a small smile before coughing. You rush to his bedside and carefully place your hands on his. "Oh, Father, why didn't you tell me your condition worsened? I would have rushed to your side to help you recover!" Your father only smiles at your words as he gently runs his hand over your hair, comforting your anxious heart.

"That is exactly why I didn't write about it to you. Your studies in becoming a proper lady are far more important than this small illness." He declares, watching as your brows knit together in annoyance. Before you can give any protest to his words, he cuts you off, his gaze averting to one of the corners of the room. "Besides, I had your brothers here to help me. Isn't that right, Dio and Jonathan?" He asks with a soft smile. Your body stiffens at the name of the boy your father had taken into your home. You hated how your father addressed Dio as your brother, for you had never seen or accepted him as anything else but a cruel, uncaring man who took advantage of your father's kind nature. Slowly, you become aware of your father's presence and the other two who stood in the room with you. "That's right, Father. I have ensured to care for him, so you don't need to fret Y/n." Your body shivered, and blood ran cold at the familiar, sickening voice of Dio.

You slowly turn towards where the voice came from, your eyes locked with those dark, cold brown eyes that still torment you years later. “I see…thank you…” You whisper, trailing off as you never knew how to properly converse with the man whose eyes always stared deep into your soul. Dio gives you a smirk as he takes a few steps towards your form. You feel your heart racing with each step, your nerves screaming for you to move or run, but you can't. Thankfully, Jonathan, who had been silently standing by the door this whole time, moves to stand protectively by your side. Dio frowns at this while pretending to look hurt at the two of you. "What is it, Jonathan? I wish to give our dear Y/n a welcoming hug like you and Father." He defends a fake smile on his face as he outstretched his arms to you, expecting your sweet embrace.

You hesitate, eyes trailing to your brother, who looks down at you; worry fills his eyes. You devise an excuse to avoid hugging the man but stop when you feel your father gently squeeze your hands, earning your full attention. "Go on, Y/n! It's rude not to greet everyone, is it not?" You cringe at your father's words, knowing it would only cause problems for his health if you continued to avoid the man, he tried calling son. With a stiff nod, you slowly stand from the side of the bed, hands placed in front of you as you nervously fidget with your fingers and slowly take a few steps toward the much bigger man who looks at you with mischievous eyes. You bite your lip as you shakily bring your arms up for a hug. Dio quickly pulls you close to his chest in an extraordinarily tight and possessive hug.

"Welcome home, Y/n. We've all missed you dearly." You cringe at the fake joy in his voice, knowing it was all an act to get on your father's good side. Dio smirks as he leans his mouth close to your ear, whispering in a tone that no one else could hear. "I don't care how long it takes…you will submit to me." He growls darkly, causing your eyes to widen as you try to pull away from him but fail due to his tight grip. Dio smirks, finding your resistance adorable before his eyes lock with Jonathan, who glared at the two of you, not trusting Dio's intentions after having stumbled upon Dio and you years ago in the manor library. You hadn't done anything as Dio was the one who had you pinned to the bookshelf, his lips pressed angrily to yours. It was a sight Jonathan would never forget as he kept his pure and innocent sister far away from the man.

"I think that's enough, don't you, Dio?" Your brother asked while pulling you away from the blonde's grasp, causing Dio's lip to twitch in annoyance. "Of course, I'm just so excited to see the Joestar's sweet angel return to the manor after so long." He apologized, though you both knew it wasn't sincere. Jonathan frowned before leading you towards the door, stating that he would take you to your room as he assumed you were tired after such a long ride back. You bid goodbye to your father, ignoring Dio, who looked at you with dark and impure eyes. When you leave the room, Dio grits his fists at his side before licking his lip with amusement.

'Still clinging to that brother of yours like he'll be there forever. I'll have my chance my dear just you wait.'

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It had been a few weeks since you came back home. Thankfully, you didn't run into Dio much besides when you visited your father, or Jonathan was around to act as your shield. However, to your dismay, your older brother went off to try and find a cure due to your father's worsening condition, leaving you alone and defenseless. "Y/n, my dear, it's getting late. You should go and get some sleep; I'll be fine!" Your father laughed, trying to rid the frown that blemished your features. "But father, how can I sleep?! Your condition is worsening, and your brother has been gone for days without a word! I worry for both of you!" You cry, gripping his hands. Your father smiles before heavily coughing, causing your heart to ache.

"You've always been such a kind and caring girl, Y/n. I know your mother would be so proud to see the pure and elegant girl you've become." His confession shocks you at the mention of your deceased mother. You and Jonathan were half-siblings, neither having met your mothers due to the accident and your mother's illness. You always remembered the staff whispering badly about her because they were so in love with Jonathan's late mother. This left you feeling alone and secluded from everyone until your brother happily reached a handout for you. Since childhood, you made it a point to be a good and obedient daughter and sister to your family, not wanting to cause any problems. Of course, you would lie if you said being a good girl was easy.

"Now, give me your perfect smile before I get some rest!" Your father cheered, snapping you from your thoughts. You let out a small sigh before putting on that bright smile everyone seemed to love so much. With an approving nod, your father bids you goodnight as you silently walk back to your corridors. 'But I don't want to smile right now, father…I want to scream and cry…I want to feel sadness and anger. I want to scream at the heavens for cursing our family with such traffic fates.' You are shocked by the last thought as you quickly shake your head and slap your cheeks as you enter your room. "Don't think like that, Y/n! It's not good to think such things." You scold yourself as you lock the door before changing into one of your nightgowns.

"Oh? Do tell what things our angel might be thinking?" Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach at the sudden voice lurking in the corner of your room. You slowly turn to see Dio perched against your wall, his eyes shining from the moon's light. "D-Dio?! What are you doing in my room?!" You yelled, taking a step back as you glanced towards your door. Dio followed your eyes just as fast, a dark smirk coming to his lips as he let out an amused chuckle, carefully pushing himself away from the wall. "Father has been voicing concerns about you since Jonathan left. So, I thought I would do him a favor and keep you company." He excused himself as he made his way between you and the door. Your eyes narrow with his word choice as you clench your fists at your sides.

"Don't address him like that when we both know you don't see the Joestar home as a family." You declared feeling yourself growing angry at the situation. Dio looks at you with an emotion flashing past his eyes, one you don't recognize due to the room's darkness. He lets out an amused chuckle while running a hand through his hair, his face falling to one of annoyance, eyes darker than usual as he looks down at you, clicking his tongue. "I see that annoying eye of yours is still as sharp as ever, brat." He spat, finally showing his true colors like when he first arrived in your lives. "Though you must admit I've become a great actor." He joked. Before you could react, Dio's form was looming over yours. His eyes narrowed as he roughly took your wrist, holding it up towards his chest as he glared at you.

"Since we're on the topic…why don't you drop that pure angel act of yours?" Dio watched as your usually bright hues darkened all light, leaving them as you looked at him with a frown. "I do not like what you are insinuating Dio. Now, I must ask you to leave my room." You demanded your words cold as ice, holding no warmth for the man before you. Dio felt his chest puff with pride and joy as he got to see this expression for a second time. He remembers first seeing the dark look in your eyes when he stumbled upon you in the library years ago. The way you stared coldly at the books before you, not a single sight of joy to be seen. It excited him knowing that there was a darker side to the Joestars family within the girl whom everyone always spoke so purely of. He wanted to see more of it, more of the girl whose life has been dedicated to portraying a false sense of joy.

"There it is…" Dio whispered, his grip on your wrist tightening as he went and threw you onto the bed, causing a small gasp to leave your lips as you fell onto the soft surface. As you tried to get up, Dio sat on top of you, his legs trapping your smaller form as he gripped your wrists above your head, his face inches from yours as he looked at you with a sadistic grin on his face. The lack of distance allowed you to examine Dio's features closely. You couldn't deny that he was an attractive man and that you had once found yourself crushing on him, but due to his sick personality, you tried pushing the thought deep into the back of your mind.

"Tell me, does being so good to those who hate you get tiresome?" He asked, watching as your eyes widened in surprise. "What? Did you think I wouldn't notice how the staff treated you over the years? How they look at you with detest." Dio mocked his free hand, going to grab your chin, making it so you could not ignore him. You grit your teeth, anger filling your body as he mocked your hard work to be the perfect girl for your family, all the nights you spent wishing to be accepted by everyone. He would welcome you. To him, you were something to treasure and keep close to; he wanted all of it for himself.

"Dio, let me go this instant! I won't let you make a fool of me!" You yelled while trying to escape his grasp. Dio hummed, amused, as he leaned closer to your face, his lips inches away. "You're so cute; begging like anything could get you out of this." he mused before placing his lips roughly against your own. Your eyes went wide, remembering the last time this happened. How aggressive he was with you, the look in his eyes like a predator wanting to claim what's his. You whine into the kiss, your body reacting in a strange way as you feel a wave of heat rush to your skin. Dio hums, pulling away from the kiss as he watches the saliva still connecting you start to thin. "It must be so exhausting…being an angel." He confesses while carefully sliding his thumb across your bruising lips. He watches your face show surprise at his words, internally grinning as he finds your weak spot.

"Tell me…what was it you were thinking earlier, angel? Was it something impure?" He hoped his words were right as he watched your eyes shift away. You said nothing as you tried processing everything at once. Your silence annoyed Dio as he went and slid his tongue down your neck, his ears taking in your surprised gasp as you tried to squirm away, your legs pressing together. "Does the Joestars' pure and innocent child actually have a filthy mind?" He teased as he went and bit down on your soft spot, feeling himself grow excited when a moan slipped past your lips. "N-no! It's not like that! I don't think that way!" You pleaded, the feeling of his lips sucking on your skin, causing your cheeks to heat up as a strange tingling begins in your lower half. "Oh? Then tell me, if not that, then what? What could be plaguing that innocent mind of yours?" He coos his grip on your wrist tightening as his head moves towards your chest.

Your eyes widened as your heart started speeding up when you realized what he was planning. "It was only for a moment! I cursed the heavens, but I was wrong!" You confessed, hoping it would allow you to catch Dio off guard. However, your words caused something to snap inside Dio's mind as he looked down at you surprised, his heart rate rising as he felt his pants start to feel tighter as he took in your words. "Cursing the heavens? Isn't that a grave sin with you people who worship that God of yours?" He asks, unable to stop the growing smirk, his eyes glossing over with lust as he takes in how pure you looked trapped under him in that white nightgown that fit you perfectly. Your cheeks are deep red due to the unknown feelings starting up within.

"Tell me, angel…has a man ever touched you?" His question causes you to fume with embarrassment as you look away from him, not wanting to answer such a vulgar question. "H-How could you say such filthy things?!" You cried your mind spinning from the situation. Dio's eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, his hand releasing your wrists, catching you by surprise as you looked up at him with confusion. "So, this body is still pure?" He asks with a voice filled with amusement as he trails his hands from your shoulders down to your breasts, roughly massaging them over your precious nightgown. Your eyes widen as you quickly slap a hand over your mouth, muffling the moans that escape from the unknown feeling.

"Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?" he muses, going and grinding against you, the bulge in his pants becoming evident as he finds himself tainting the pure body of Jonathan's most precious treasure. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the sinful sounds that tug at your throat. "N-no, stop it…AH!" Your back arches when Dio suddenly pulls the nightgown down, exposing your breasts to the cool air sending a chill throughout your body. Dio chuckles as he taunts you, clicking his tongue as he shakes his head. "This isn't good…for such a pure body; it sure is acting filthy to my touch." He sighed as he took the perked buds between his thumbs and index fingers, making sure to pinch and pull at them, watching as your body reacted innocently to his actions. "I-I's not my fault!" You tried to defend yourself, though you couldn't help but rub your legs together at his words. 'What's happening? Why am I getting so worked up?' You thought, not understanding your body at all.

"This body is untrained…safe from the fires of Satan." Dio starts before repositioning himself so that he can slide his hand under your nightgown, his fingers ghosting over the dampening fabric as he latches onto one of the perked buds, making sure to sink his teeth into the soft flesh, listening as you let out a loud cry your hands going to grip at his blonde strands. "S-stop! This is wrong!" You pleaded, though your mind couldn't help but betray you as multiple lewd thoughts started plaguing your mind, causing the spot between your thighs to spread against the thin fabric. Dio ignored you as his fingers went and started poking at your panties, chuckling when your thighs squeezed his hand.

"Careful, Y/n," Dio started as he pulled away from the mound of flesh with a pop, his tongue lapping at the hard bud with a dark smirk on his face as he looked up to see your lustful expression. He feels his bulge twitch as he presses his fingers past your panties, sliding them up and down your wet folds. "If you're too loud, everyone will know the sinful act you're committing. Do you want your father to know his angel is falling?" Dio laughed, finding his actions to be a rush as one finger pressed down on your clit, causing your eyes to roll back as you covered your lips with both hands, body shaking. Dio watches his sadistic grin, reaching his eyes that are wide with amusement as he lets out another booming laugh.

"Did you just cum Y/n? What a fucking slut." He growled as he twirled a finger around your freshly dripping hole, refusing to take his eyes away from yours as he watched you come down from your high. "I want you to listen to this, Y/n. Listen to how sinful your pussy is for me right now." He mumbled before slipping a digit inside. You whine in discomfort at the sudden intrusion, tears pricking your eyes from the feeling of Dio's thick finger roughly thrusting in and out of you. "Heh, does it hurt angel? Does having my finger inside this once untouched pussy feel strange?" His words are cruel as he watches your body, once pure and untouched, slowly form into an obedient toy just for him. "D-Dio…" Your words cut off as he slaps a hand over your face, eyes narrowed as he growls against your ear, his finger moving faster as you moan into his palm. "Shut up and listen, angel." He growls before adding another finger to stretch your tight walls further. "Do you hear that Y/n?" He questions while biting your earlobe, giving it a slight pull. You listen, your juices echoing off the walls of the dark room, filling your ears as Dio continues to invade you with his fingers.

"Listen to your sin, darling~" He sings, going to curl the tips of his fingers, causing a deep rumble in your throat as you look up at him, eyes no longer holding any innocent emotions as you allow your mind to be consumed by lust. You can't think straight as you go and stick your tongue out against his palm, the wet muscle licking against his rough skin, causing Dio to lick his lips as a low growl escapes his throat. "Filthy fucking girl. You're nothing but a sinful whore." He spat, looking down at you with disgust, but really, it drove him crazy. He was ruining you, the girl who always held such a beautiful smile, eyes shining so bright with love and joy now dimmed and corrupted, all thanks to him. No one else could ruin you like he was going to. He feels your walls spasm against his fingers, indicating you have orgasmed for the second time.

Dio pulls his fingers out, putting them inches from your face as he wiggles them around, allowing you to see how your juices coated them. "Look at them, Y/n. Your slutty juices are everywhere." He laughs before pulling down your panties as he goes and removes his clothing. You don't say anything as you lay there eyes half-lidded as you try to recover from all the pleasure flooding your mind. Dio notices your dazed-out expression, causing him to frown as he goes and smacks your cheek, causing your gaze to fall on him. "Don't you dare clock out on me now, you brat." He growls, going and spreading your legs wide enough for him to take in just how wet your pussy was. "Fuck so filthy, Y/n." He growls while giving his cock a few pumps, precum leaking from the slit.

You stare at him, trying to process what his next move is going to be. Dio smirked as he went and slid the tip between your folds, his cock becoming drenched from your messy pussy. It soon clicks what he plans on doing, and you look at him, panic written across your face. "N-No! You can't!" You cry, trying to move away from his giant figure. Dio scoffs as he roughly grabs you by the hips, pulling you back into place as his tip pokes at your entrance. He cups your cheek, eyes filled with a dark desire as he takes in your fearful expression, the tears in your eyes making him want to fuck you until they can't produce anymore. "Look at me, Y/n." He demands, watching as you obediently do as told, making him relish in his control over your once pure mind, now filled with corrupt thoughts of him. All him.

"I want to see you fall to hell with me, angel." His words were severe, eyes not leaving yours. You felt your chest tighten as his words caused your pussy to twitch. "Fall…to hell?" You whispered as if in a trance. Dio smirks, leaning his body over yours as he kisses the tears from your face. "Yes, my dear~ The two of us will be bound together for all eternity, our bodies burning from the flames of our sins~" He growled, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive and needy kiss. You whimper slowly opening your mouth to allow his tongue entry as he hungrily searched every corner of your mouth. "So, fall with me, angel…fall from the heavenly pedestal your family has placed you on and be damned to hell with just me by your side." He moaned into the kiss before pressing his cock into your virgin pussy.

Your eyes bulge from the intense pain as you grip Dio's biceps, your nails digging into his skin, drawing small amounts of blood, tears running down your cheeks as you cry into the kiss. Dio growls, eyes squeezing shut from how tight you were, his dick throbbing at the fact he was taking your virginity from you. Your pure body now destroyed by his corrupt one. He relishes that you will never be able to join your loved ones in heaven. You were all his forever. "I-it hurts!" You cry when he pulls away from the kiss. Your lips were bruised and swollen, eyes puffy and filled with tears as your cheeks flushed red and your body trembled. You were ruined, absolutely destroyed, and he loved it. "That's right, angel…feel all that pain, isn't it freeing?" Dio purred before moving his hips. You whine from the pain, wanting it to go away as you reach a handout towards him.

Dio snatched your hand, bringing it to his face as he inhaled your scent before locking eyes with you as he sunk his teeth into your flesh, watching you flinch as his thrusts became more aggressive. "Mmh~ Dio, your cock hurts! Please take it out!" You whine, though it falters when the pain turns into pleasure. "It's dirty! So dirty!" You cry, your legs wrapping around his waist and pushing him closer to you, causing his cock to go even deeper inside your impure pussy. You moan tossing your head back, mouth hanging open as drool falls from your chin. Dio watches you with an evil grin as he roughly grabs your hips, sure to leave bruises later. "That's right, angel fall with me! Join me in a world full of sin where just the two of us can rule!" He moans out, loving that he was destroying you. The girl he's had eyes on for seven years was not being roughly fucked underneath him.

You moan too fucked out to care who heard you anymore as you think of what awaits you once you are to leave this world. "I'm going to burn in hell, Dio~ my pussy is being fucked by a man I'm not married to!" You moaned out, unable to hold back your thoughts as a smile formed on your face from the idea of burning in the hot flames. Dio curses as his gaze travels down to where his cock disappeared inside you, his eyes narrowing when he sees the blood mixed with your juices leaking from his shaft down onto your once clean sheets. "He leans forwards, capturing one of your hands in his as he pounds into your abused pussy deep pants, leaving his lips as he takes you all in with his eyes. "Fall with me, angel…do you like that? The thought of being burned by hell's flames? Your pussy is sucking my dick so good, darling~" Dio coos as he kisses your neck, leaving marks wherever he can.

Your body shutters at the thought eyes in the back of your head, a giant smile on your face as you imagine your body being burned for the pleasure you were receiving in this life. Dio looks down at you, his heart racing about how you reacted to his words and actions. He loved that you were finally showing your true self to the you who worked so hard to be so suitable for everyone. Now you were good for just him. "Think about it, Y/n. You no longer have to please those worthless staff who treated you like the devil…because now you're my beautiful fallen angel…my sinful darling~" Dio growled, his cock twitching as he felt himself reaching his limit. You say nothing as you cry and moan, your stomach tightening for the third time.

'That's right… I'm no longer their angel…I can finally be free from this suffocating cage.' You thought tears formed in your eyes as they slid down the damn skin onto your messy sheets. "You'll be so beautiful screaming in agony~" Dio confesses the thought causing him to curse as his cock swelled inside you, his throat tightening as a vein popped out. "Fuck… I'm going to cum inside your filthy pussy Y/n!" He laughed, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You whined as he went and tossed your legs over his shoulders, the new position causing him to press against your womb. Your eyes went wide as you felt something inside you snap your juices spraying all over Dio's cock as a puddle stained the sheets. Your vision went white, no sound leaving your lips as your body violently shook.

Dio laughs like crazy after witnessing you squirt all over him, his voice echoing throughout the room. "Hahaha! Sorry JoJo! Looks like I've turned your precious little sister into such a sinful devil fit just for my cock~" He laughs manically before gripping your face with one hand as he looks at you with that sadistic look back on his face. He feels himself reach his limit as he cums deep inside your pussy, his cum filling you up.

"Look at me Y/n. I want to see you fall to hell with me darling~"

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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year

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I Just Want to Please You

Jonathan Joestar - The actual love of my life

Warnings: oral, overstimulation, bondage, soft dom, dacryphilia, breeding, ab riding, cream pie, pussy drunk Jonathan lots of things..

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI you will be blocked!🩷

the more i look at this the more i hate it LMFAO

@sailewhoremoon @neptunes1nterweb

Jonathan loves you passionately, sometimes too passionately. This had been your fifth orgasm of the night and your husband, Jonathan, showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.

It was exhausting sometimes. The way he’d switch you from position to position. While you were too weak from your orgasm to move or say slow down. Each night, he’d have you go dumb, and each night, you’d let him. Because no matter how much he asked of you, you loved him just as much as he loved you. And what better way to show that love than letting him use you like a rag doll?

That's how you ended up in the position you were in now. Staring up at the ceiling and grasping onto the sheets below you. Your legs, pulled apart, held by the sheer strength of your husband.

The sound of your moans and his constant licking and sucking at your bud drove you wild. Every once in a while, you would hear Jonathan let out a deep moan, causing you to look up and stare as he humped the bed while pleasuring you.

It was a pornographic sight, truly.

But you couldn’t handle it at all.

“Jonathan please, too much-” You threw your head back and started to moan uncontrollably. You raised your hand to try and pry his head away from your clit, but your previous orgasms had made you weak against the man. To your luck, Jonathan stopped, sighing a little before kissing the top of your head, before moving his kisses to your neck, giving small bites here and there. You were too distracted by his sweet but sudden actions that you didn’t even realize that Jonathan had taken off his tie and begun wrapping your arms within the fabric.

“Jonathan?” you’d whisper out to him.

“Sh, it’s ok, my love. I just need you to be patient, yeah? You can do this for me, right, my love?” You nodded yes while a small line of drool began rolling down your chin. “That’s right. You are so perfect. I just want to please you. My perfect wife.” He’d say as he checked to make sure your hands were tied to the bedpost.

And before you could even process it, Jonathan was back at your cunt, using his fingers and tongue both to bring you to your climax. Over and over, his fingers would work into you, and He pepper kisses along your stretch marks. All you could do was lay there and take it. Unable to move or squeeze your legs shut from the stimulation. You felt your sanity slowly slip away. Only the sounds of your whimpers could be heard now. He had pulled another three more orgasms out of you after you had been tied up. This continued for another thirty minutes. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You could feel Jonathan letting up as you slowly came down from the third.

But you knew this wasn’t the end. You watched in awe as your husband stripped the rest of his clothes, throwing them on the floor without care, before slowly crawling to you on all fours. He looked like some kind of sex God, coming to claim you as his. You watched as his dick slapped against his stomach a little as he got closer. You were speechless but so ready for him.

Slowly he brought his mouth to your neck once again. Moaning into your skin as he felt his dick press against your stomach.

“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.” He chuckled after he mumbled those words into your skin.

You tried to reach out and touch him, but you were stopped instantly by the tie that bound you to the wooden frame. Jonathan took his time as he kissed all the way down to your womb before he spoke again.

“Are you going to let me fill you up?” He said with a kind face. It had you baffled. The way these deboutrous words were able to leave such a sweet mouth. You were jolted out of your thoughts when Jonathan pinched your clit, eyes begging for your attention. “I asked you a question, my love.”

“Yes, please.”

“Please, what?” he’d ask as if he didn’t know.

“Please fill me up.” He grinned at your words. and instead of answering, you felt him plunge into you. Causing the two of you to moan out in pleasure.

Jonathan stood on his knees, his right arm hooked around your leg, holding it above his waist, and his left hand placed right above your womb. You were so overwhelmed by his touch that his skin felt searing hot against yours, as if he were on fire.

As he began thrusting into you, Jonathan’s hand never left your lower stomach. He wanted to feel the bulge that would come and go as he plunged inside of you. And all you could do was moan and whine.

“Oh my God, Jonathan. Fuck.” You’d pant out, eyes rolling to the back of your head a little each time he hit that spot.

“Does that feel good? Am I making you feel good, my love?” He’d ask with furrowed eyebrows and a small hint of sweat now growing on his left brow.

“So good so so goo-” Your words were cut off when you let out a sudden and loud moan; caused by Jonathan pushing your legs to your chest. He was going deeper and harder than before, letting out loud, sultry moans that had you seeing heaven.

Everything was happening so fast that you didn’t even realize how close you were until you were gushing on his dick. You swear you could have seen the stars. And even though you have just climaxed, your husband kept plowing into you like a madman. The slapping sound of your colliding flesh filled your ears, along with the sound of Jonathan’s dick sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.

“So tight,m-love.” He’d slur and repeat with a hoarse voice. Your eyesight was now blurry, clouded by tears of overstimulation. It was too much to handle.

Soon you could hear another sound start to overpower that of the two of your moans. The bed shaking from the power of your husband's thrusts had become erratic. Jonathan was practically using your body as a personal cock sleeve, fucking you into oblivion.

Suddenly, Jonathan’s hands dropped your legs, causing them to fall onto the soft sheets below them. After he pulled out of you, Jonathan found himself flipping your body over onto your stomach. Making you let out a soft whimper, but before you could say anything, Jonathan raised your ass to his front.

He gave you a few teasing prods in and out of your whole, only allowing his tip to enter you. Before once again pushing into you. Letting out the most whore like moan a man could make.

“You feel so good, baby.” He says in your ear, before nipping at it a little.

The tie felt tighter now that it was twisted from your body being flipped. You knew that there would be a dent from where your hands were tied. You did your best to hold up the rest of your body, but you were so weak from your multiple orgasms Jonathan ended up doing most of the work, making sure to hold you in your place.

Not that he cared though; Jonathan loved doing the work to make you cum. It made him feel good to know he was making you feel good.

You could feel the way he stretched you out more and more each time he pushed back into you. The bed frame had switched out the sound of constant creaking to a much louder march harder sound as it began to hit the wall behind it with each thrust.

It felt like he was trying to break you in half. You knew Jonathan was stronger than the average human, but God, the way he laid into your cunt had you shuddering on his dick.

With each thrust, the tie became looser and looser until it was no longer wrapped around your wrists. Your constant tugging at the fabric from the rough thrusts had caused it to slowly come undone.

The constant clenching around Jonathan’s length had finally begun to take a toll on him. You could feel it with the sloppiness of his thrusts and the growing sounds of his grunts.

One of the hands that gripped your waist as he rocked into you was now working at your clit. You couldn’t even moan anymore; words and sounds that tried to leave your mouth fell silent at your lips.

“Cum with me again.” He’d whisper in your neck as he bent over you. His pace faltering a little bit. “Please?” He’d whimper.

But before you could let out a moan of “yes”, a dramatic snapping filled your ears, and you felt Jonathan’s thrusts stop. It wasn’t until Jonathan pulled out of you, laughing a little bit, did you realize you were laying at an angle now, your bodies, closer to the ground than usual.

He broke the bed.

The two of you had broken the bed.

Instead of stopping and collecting himself as a normal person would, Jonathan tugged on your body once more, carrying you and pushing you against a wall.

“Jonathan, the bed.” You moaned out, feeling him enter you again.

“I know love, it was weak.” he sighed, “It’s okay, we don’t need it.” And with that, he began moving into you again.

“Give me one more. Ok my love? You can do it for me right?” He panted out.

“That’s my good girl.” He’d say before losing himself in the pleasure.

You were officially cockdrunk as Jonathan finally came inside you. Ropes of thick, hot, creamy cum painted your walls. Your husband let out a series of moans. Holding you up at the wall as he calmed down.

He maneuvered your body to the floor delicately, kissing your cheeks and lips over and over with his now swollen lips.

You were tired beyond belief. You couldn’t even let out a sound of protest as he moved his face to your cunt, watching as his cum dripped out of you slowly before deciding to clean out all of the remaining cum... with his tongue. It felt so obscene watching him eat his cum out of you as if he was a starved man.

And once he had pulled away from you, satisfied with his job, he rolled your naked body onto his stomach, rocking you back and forth over his abs. The pressure you felt on your clit each time he moved over one of his abs had you gone. Your body was practically lifeless as he sat up, making you straddle him fully.

“You did such a good job for me my love. Such a good job.” He peppered kissed on your forehead as his hand cupped your head softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whimpered back.

“We need a new bed.”

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miemiew1st · 2 years

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<We're friends, right?>

Josuke Higashikata x reader

cw: nsfw, nipple play(m. receiving), unprotected sex, dry humping, cockwarming, josuke being awkward but also a sex beast

Being friends with the popular Josuke has really turned out to be a whole rollercoaster of emotions. Him being a troublemaker and getting in a lot of musty stuff would always end up with a new funny story to tell your friends about.

Not only was it fun to hang around with him, but also you've noticed how you'd start developing a habit of analyzing his facial features and staring at his handsome? ridiculous face whenever you'd got the chance to.

Moreover, most of the times when girls were drooling over him you would always brush it off or even find it annoying because you couldn't understand how the hell is that head of a walking nest attractive. Now, things have somehow changed. Whenever a girl would compliment him or try and get his attention, you'd feel a tight, uncomfortable feeling in your chest.

Was it.. Could it be jealousy? Nah, you must have been out of your mind to think of your old best friend Higashikata in a more than a friend way. Or so you'd make yourself to believe.

Talking of him, the lunch break should start soon, so you'll get some alone time with the so said friend, since Okuyasu is skipping classes today and Koichi felt off and went to the school nurse.

Usually, you'd be excited and looking forward to spending some of your own time with Josuke however for some reason you feel anxious and even nervous about the idea of being all alone with him.

Here comes the moment, the bell rings alerting the class that it's lunch time. You watch as everyone sits up and walks through the main door while chatting and laughing with their friend groups, when suddenly your boy best friend snaps you out of your trance by bumping you over your shoulder.

"What are you waiting for? It's the lunch break, let's go" You look up to where the deep voice is coming from, greeted with Josuke's plain expression and his pair of ocean blue eyes making contact with yours.

"Right" You send him a somehow fake smile, trying to hide your emotions and intrusive thoughts so that he wouldn't worry about you.

You stand up from your place, and both of you head to the "secret place" found by Okuyasu, which is actually the school's closet.

***

Settling right next to his place on the floor, you open your bento and start to quietly enjoy your food. Glancing over to Josuke, you can't help but take note of the video game he's playing: his favorite Eyes of heaven. Surely, he's crazy over this kind of games.

You poke at his side teasingly "Can't take your eyes off that game even when it's just the two of us, huh?" At that he scoffs, mumbling something about how you're gonna make him lose.

"Well, Okuyasu didn't come to school today so what am I supposed to do, right?" Ouch. Did he just make a hint saying you're boring to talk to?

"So you're saying you find me boring?" The question came out more aggressive than you thought, which gave away the way you don't like the fact of him thinking you're no fun.

He stops his game, turning over to look at you "Huh?? I never said that. It's just that you have more things in common with Koichi, I don't really know how to start a conversation with you properly."

You pause for a little, processing everything he's saying. You're considering him your friend, best friend even. You always enjoy your time with him at the top of your free time and you find him very interesting. Did he ever say he enjoys spending time with you tho?

Now that you think of it, you don't remember that he ever called you his friend or started a conversation with you first. What if he didn't even think of you as a friend, and just a classmate?

The doubts running through your head were starting to bring anxiety to you, and without even thinking about it, the words slip past your lips "Josuke?"

The tone of your voice alerted him, gaining his attention as he curiously waited for you to continue what you're willing to say.

"We're friends, right?"

The room fell silent, some weird type of tension growing between the two of you, making you uncomfortable. You always felt so cozy around Josuke, feeling like this around him is unusual for you.

JoJo blinks dumbfonded, trying to figure out what was the point of the question. He's always thought of you as a close friend, were you having doubts about the two of yours relationship?

"Uh, I guess it's obvious we are, isn't it?" His words make you sigh out of relief, but also bring your senses back and make you realize how awkward and embarrassing your random thought sounded. "Why would you ask me that? Is everything alright?"

Oh well, now the tension is building up again. Sometimes you wish you could stuff your mouth so that you couldn't get one stupid word out of it.

Josuke shifts closer to you, his face close enough to yours to feel his hot breath on your skin. You look into his eyes that hold worry and nothing but pure care.

"You know you can always tell me if something bothers you. I care about you"

Yeah.. He cares about you. You knew you had to be grateful for such an amazing friend you've got, but right now something inside of you makes you wish he cared about you as more than a friend.

"What if I don't want you to care about me like that" What are you doing? You think you've lost your mind as you let all of your thoughts come out and bring honesty in the sentences you're whispering while gazing down.

Well now he is confused. Josuke can do nothing but raise his eye brow in confusion, straightening up and scratching the back of his head. "You don't want me to care bout you? I don't quiet get it, Y/n"

He looks truly dumbfounded, his blue eyes making a perfect expression of what confusion means. You start thinking, he's actually always been handsome, you just didn't want to admit it to yourself. In the back of your mind, you've been scared he wouldn't see you as a more than a friend thing, that's why you would deny your own feelings.

Taking risk for everything you and Higashikata had gone through together, you make up your mind to follow your heart at the moment. You were sure you'd regret it later no matter what the outcome would be, but you couldn't care less in the moment when you had the perfect opportunity to do what all of his fangirls couldn't, to take advantage of the way hes so close to you.

You shift on your fours, putting a hand on Josuke's chest and pushing him against the wall behind him. Your cheeks are flushed red, mouth hanging open and arousal taking over your senses as you feel the muscles of his chest flex and move under your finger tips.

"U-uhm.. Y/n?" He brings back focus to his face, seeing how he's absolutely shocked and poor boy doesn't know what is happening right now. He looks so lost and confused, you decide to speak up about your intentions.

"I want you to care about me as more than a friend, Josuke" You can feel him gasp inaudibly and you feel the way his heartbeat increases in speed. When you're sure in the fact he isn't in fact stopping you, you continue your assault on him.

Supporting yourself with a hand on his shoulder, you use your other hand to settle yourself on top of his thighs, sitting down in his lap and put the hand on his chest.

When you finally look up to catch in his reactions, you're actually surprised to notice the way his nose is a cute shade of pinkish now, along with the very top of his ears. His eyes are glazy and shine while he bores into your own eyes.

"You're so handsome, JoJo.."

You want to.. Gosh you want to touch him so bad, you want to continue being close to him, yet you don't know how to ask permission for that without feeling beyond embarrassed.

As if he could read your thoughts, Josuke places one of his large hands firmly on your waist, somehow pressing you down further on his lap, which resulted into you gasping for air when you made contact with his crotch.

"I... Please, touch me however you want to.." The husky words leaving his mouth send shivers down your spine and onto your already throbbing cunt. You bite your lip, bringing your face into the place where his neck meets his shoulders and whine desperately into his ear.

You lick onto the smooth skin, biting once there and there and leaving occasional love marks. You suck on one special spot on his muscular neck, which leads to him grunting silently and bucking his hips up to yours.

"I want you, Josuke" You keen, carding your fingers through his hair on the back of his neck and tug slightly while humping onto his now hard bulge. You feel the outline of his cock digging into the plush of your pussy, pressing nicely against your clothed clit.

Moaning slightly, you pull back to take a look at your friends expression. His facial features have always been so defined and masculine, it was hard for you to hold back from licking a stripe over his cheek. Instead, you focus your attention on his plump lips.

You grind once more onto his twitching hard on, brushing over his upper back with your hands. Meeting his gaze, you gave him a desperate look "Kiss me, please kiss me, wanna taste you.."

"Mmh, o-oh fuck" Josuke groans, suddenly gripping you tightly by your waist and bringing your chest to his with force. He pecks your lips gently, experimenting with your actual desires at first.

You protest with a pout, and he reacts by chuckling smugly at the way you're so desperate. You reach over to kiss him on your own now. Your lips move against his mouth harshly, and you slip your tongue on his lips, trying to get him even closer than you already are.

You can't help the smile creeping on your face when he opens up, letting you take the lead and going with the flow while helping you grind still against his cock. You return to his neck, leaving wet kisses up and down to his chest, and you fist around with the end of his shirt.

"Take it off for me? Please" He hurriedly does as you say, breathing heavily and his black hair is now as messy as ever from your hands playing with it earlier. Strands of his hair cover his flushed face, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Once his upper clothes are thrown mindlessly on the cold floor, you can do nothing but stare in awe at his anatomy. His huge muscle pecs and his perked up nipples are just begging for attention and you desperately grab onto the muscles around his nipples, gropling them.

"A-ah.. Please nng" Josuke begs, closing his eyes and rolling his head over in bliss. You feel his dick twitch hardly in his pants, letting you know just how much he enjoys this whole new spectre of emotions.

"You like it, don't you?" You tease, inching closer and sliding your tongue over his nipple. He moans loudly, clearly not expecting you to start sucking on his tits. It was something new for him, and yet he sure as hell enjoyed it a lot.

Josuke reached over and held on your hair, not knowing whether to bring your mouth closer or to pull you away. The feeling of your wet muscle playing with his sensitive skin while your fingers pinched and groped the other pec was too good for him to handle.

The bell has long since ringed announcing the end of the lunch break, yet both of you were too mind struck by the pleasure and arousal you were experiencing to give a single damn about it.

"Ohhh fuck yeah, m-more, don't stop" He sounds like a mindless whore, and God his voice was blissful. You were getting so wet that you could feel your own arousal seeping through the fabric of your pants.

You wanted to.. Fuck you wanted to feel him filling you up in all of them right places. Gently, you pulled back from his chest and massaged the bruises that were already starting to form there, all the while Josuke was pouting and complaining about you stopping your ministrations.

"Relax big boy, I'm not going anywhere." You sat up on your knees, taking off your lower clothing and rubbing your fingers onto your leaking cunt. "Mmm yess.." You moaned gently, watching the way Josuke was staring at the way your fingers worked over your core. Drool pooled out of the corner of his mouth, eyes shimmering with tears of need and craving for you.

"Come on, JoJo, please.. I need your cock inside of me, want you so bad.." You whined loudly, reaching down to fistle around with his belt. Once you disregarded him of it, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, pushing them down just enough for his cock to spring out.

Huge. It was fucking huge, the biggest and the thickest dick you have ever seen in your life. Heavy balls squishing against the waistband of his underwear and pretty glistening tip burning with desire.

You whimpered at the sight of it, bringing your hand up to your mouth and coating the palm of it with your spit, just to bring it back down and wrap your fist around his cock.

You gripped it tightly, spreading the saliva on his red tip and using it as lube. You give it firm and slow strokes, squeezing at his tip and fisting down at the base of it.

He was so thick that your hand couldnt even close right around it. Sliding his cock against your dripping wet pussy, you push the tip of his cock inside of you and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

The stretch was unreal, it was expected tho looking at the size he was gifted with. But the expressions he was making as your walls squeezed at his cock tightly were totally worth the feeling.

"Ahh, fuck please.. Y-you're so tight, God" Josuke thrusted his hips up, getting half way in all at once and you screamed. It hurt, yet for gods sake did it hurt so good. "Feels so good, wan' more" He pushed your hips down with his hands in one swift motion, bottoming out inside of you completely.

You gasped as you fell on his chest, hands grasping helplessly at his broad muscular shoulders while you could do nothing but whimper and sob at the immense stretch his cock had on your cunt.

"Ohhh shit, so fucking good. Just like that" Without even giving you a moment to adjust, he started pulling out of you, just to push back in with all the force he had. You moaned loudly, biting onto his neck hard and for surely leaving a mark there.

"Josuke, p-please.. Wait, ugh- it's too much" You pleaded, leaving crescent marks on his pale skin while gripping tightly at his bare back. Josuke chuckles, deep voice sending trembles down your spine.

"I've already waited long enough for this" You're stunned at the way his behavior immediately changed, his voice being rougher than usually as he grabs at your ass and starts pounding in and out of you, balls slapping against your skin.

"I've wanted this for so long.." He continues, grasping at your hair suddenly and pulling you back from his neck, making eye contact with you. ".. Fucked my fist to memories of you for so long" He licks his lips before kissing you roughly and biting at your lips.

His tongue licks over your own, desperate panting sharing between the two of you as he still fucks you dumbly. When he finally pulls away, his cheeks are rosy deep, sweat trickling down his neck and forehead and you moan out at his unfocused eyes.

You're lost in the pleasure as you realize, you're able to feel him, to see him like this, all vulnerable and so fucking deep into you. Not anyone else, not those annoying girls always trying to get his attention, its you who can touch and grasp at his perfect skin and features.

You whimper, letting your head fall down as you're only able to sit there and take whatever pleasure he gives you. Yet josuke won't have this, he squishes your cheeks together and lifts your face up, smirking all the while "Look at me, look at your best friend fucking you"

Josuke focuses on the way your face contorts into pleasure, and the way his slick cock is sliding in and out of you is so sinful he can't help but throw his head back and moan out shamelessly.

In the heat of the moment, you grab onto the hand that's keeping your head in place, bringing his attention back to you while his cock ruins your insides. You look straight into his eyes, smiling dumbly, trying to somehow tell him how good it feels even tho your mind is just a puddle of nothing.

Josuke's expression softens at that, and he brings down his hand to play at your clit "Come on pretty, cum on my dick." He flicks and presses down on it, repeating the same motions at an immense speed "Do it for me, right? Do it baby, f-fuck"

His cock is reaching deep inside of you, all the while his fingers are abusing your clit and the sounds that leave his mouth bring you all over the edge and you collapse down onto his shoulders, clenching so tightly on his fat cock and hugging him while you shake and wither around him

"Y-yeah.. Just like that, s-so fucking cute, " Josuke whines out, gritts his teeth and makes a few more lazy thrusts of his cock as it twitches inside of you, and he pulls out quickly, pressing your chests together and jerking off his hard, wet dick before spurting out thick ropes of white cum on your back.

He heaves out, moaning out one last time and pumping his softening cock some more times before relaxing against the wall. He rolls his head up, looking at the blank white ceiling and closing his eyes, smiling at the feeling of your soft breath tickling his skin.

"You're crazy, JoJo, absolutely shameless" You laugh, punching his chest slightly and looking up at him. He chuckles, that deep voice of his you love so much resonating through his chest. "Yeah sure, like you're not the one who just made me cum in a fucking school closet."

"Couldnt help it, I got tired of the bitches trying to hit on you." You confess, gently rubbing his chest and sighing softly. "I had to do it first before they had the chance to" Josuke lifts your face by your chin, giving you a quick peck on the lips and resting his forehead on yours.

"They never had a chance in the first place, Y/n" His words sounded so sincere, filled with nothing but innocence and trust. He blushes lightly "I've always liked you.. Since the first day we started being "friends""

You smiled, happiness filling your heart up as you cuddle up against him and get comfortable before Josuke pushes you away "Hey, don't forget we're still in the school closet, we should start cleaning up here until someone sees us"

"Crap" You look around at the clothes lying on the floor and the drops of cum there that leaked from your back already strating to dry out "You're right on that"

#fanfic #reader insert #fanfiction #josuke smut #josuke 4 #jjba part 4 #josuke higashitaka #josuke x you #jjba x reader #josuke x y/n #jjba smut #jojo no kimyou na bouken #josuke higashikata

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princessb4mbi · 11 months

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╰─▸ ❝ MY WAY OF SAYING "THANKS"

𖦹 tags black!femreader, dilf!jotaro, age gap (reader is in 20s, jotaro being in his 40s), reader is in college. oral sex (fem reciving), meandom!jotaro, teasing, cursing and squirting?... there’s also an imbalance of power. extremely ooc jotaro & jolyne. dead dove do not eat

𖦹 synopsis You’ve been Jolyne’s close friend for years, but never paid attention to her family. Who would’ve thought that she had a banging hot father?

𖦹 word count 3.5k [about 13 mins]

𖦹 a/n hello! If this blows up, no spoilers about jjba.. i have not watched past part 4 as this is being made, so i am not 100% of how part 5 or 6 has gone on. THANKS!! (also jotaro is in his part 4 outfit. thxx) [story below the cut]

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“So, y/n, are ya comin’ to my apartment later today?” Jolyne asks she puts her stuff in her car. “Maybe... I have to study for my chem final so I don’t know if I can stay for long,” you respond gripping the strap of your bookbag. She gives you are sarcastic frown, whining in response. She puts a hand on your arms, rubbing it up and down gently. “C’monnn… you know.. my dad will be in town for this week.” You furrow your eyebrows. Obviously, you knew about Jolyne’s family, and even been to her house many times, but her father has never been at home. You can’t even recall if you caught a glimpse of her father. You don’t even know his name. You only know her father by ‘Mr. Kujo’.

“I’m shocked, since when did you care about your dad being in town?” You question the bright green-haired girl. Jolyne leans back on her car, making her a bit shorter. “Look, I know I don’t talk about him a lot, but this is the first time that my dad has actually made an interest in seeing me,” She said sternly. “If you don’t want to come that’s fine, but for some reason, I don’t want to be alone with him. As weird as that is..” She continues on.

You close your eyes and think. It’s one thing to meet Jolyne’s dad because it happens, but it’s another thing to meet Jolyne’s dad because you’re meant to clear the air. However, it’s Jolyne. You’d do anything for her. “Ok.. but if I go to your apartment, I have to sleep over, ok?” Jolyne squeals in excitement. “Like I’d say no to that?” She gives you a warm hug and then opens her car door to get inside. She turns on her car and then rolls down the windows.

“I love ya so much! I’d passionately make out with you if I didn’t have an errand to run.. see ya!” She winks at you then rolls her car window back up. She pulls out of the parking lot, leaving you alone. You sigh. This better be worth it.

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You walk up to the front of Jolyne’s apartment door, smiling to yourself at the cute decor she’s put on the door. You ring the doorbell, with the door opening a near second later. Jolyne, wearing an oversized graphic tee with long pajama pants, lounges at you. “I’m so grateful you came! I’m not gonna’ lie to you, but I was tracking down your location as well..”

“What?” You say in confusion. “It’s that serious?”

“Well.. no. But, ya’know!” She says lifting her eyebrows up as if she’s indicting something you can’t grasp.

“Since when did you have my loca-” You’re cut off by Jolyne dragging you inside by your arm, and closing the door soon after. You take off your jacket, revealing your tight-fitting shirt. Jolyne turns around to face you a small smirk creeps up her face. “Free the nipples huh?” She says puzzlingly. You shake your head no. “Ah. So you just have no bra on. Well, not like I have a dress code here anyways.” She walks to her kitchen, picking up something from her microwave. You set your bag aside and plop down on her soft velvet couch.

“Want sum’ pizza rolls? It’s homemade..” Jolyne says blowing on one.

“Nah, I already ate the bookstore.” Jolyne shrugs and sets her plate down on the coffee table. You sit back up and open your bag, pulling out your laptop and your iPad. “You mind if I watch some TV?” You nod no as you go back to your screen, memorizing and writing as much material as you can.

The two of you continue to be in your own worlds until you are interrupted by the ring of Jolyne’’s doorbell. “That’s him. I’ll get it.” Jolyne says nervously as she rubs her hands together walking up to the door. You hear a faint exchange of ‘hellos’ from the door, but it’s nothing crazy to take you out of your work. You hear the door close and then the shuffle of footsteps. “Not too bad,” You hear a deep, raspy voice say.

“I didn’t know you had someone over, Jolyne.”

You look over to see Jolyne’s dad and meet eyes with possibly the most handsome man you’ve seen. He is tall, really tall. With a very defined jawline, and dark eyebrows. Not to mention, his eyes. His gorgeous green eyes. You swear you can stare into them for hours. You were too busy just admiring his looks and didn’t notice a small smile creeping up his face. “I would assume you greet people by just staring?”

You close your laptop right away then get up and pat yourself of dust that was never there to begin with. “I-I’m sorry... Mr. Kujo,” You manage. He extends his hand towards you, seemingly expecting a handshake from you. “Oh... It’s y/n.., sorry.” You stutter.

“It’s ok.” He says sternly.

“Well then.. uhm... Dad,” Jolyne speaks up. She gestures for him to sit on the couch, in an attempt to make him comfortable. You start to pack up stuff, feeling too awkward and too embarrassed to stay for another minute. The silence was also terrible, so that was another sign for you to move somewhere else.

“You don’t have to leave.” He says abruptly. His voice was just so… demanding yet calm? You couldn’t explain it, but everything about him was just you obey what he says or face punishment. Honestly, he made you nervous. Extremely nervous. And he noticed that.

“Yeah y/n… you don’t have to leave at all,” Jolyne says, making a “stay right fucking here” face that only you can see. You place your stuff back down on the table. Since there was really nowhere else to sit and you didn’t want to sit on Jolyne’s cold ass floors, you were forced to sit next to Mr. Kujo. But you left a great amount of space between you two. Jolyne’s eyes brightened. She had an idea. It probably isn’t a good one too. It’s an idea she does a lot, that annoys you to your core.

“I actually made you some food for you, but I placed it in the fridge since I didn’t want to leave it out for long so…” Oh my god. No way she was bailing on you. With her dad of all people. Jolyne starts to back up away from you and her dad, inching closer to the kitchen. “I will heat that up, so just… converse with y/n! She’s a fun girl if you get to know her well.” And with that, Jolyne is fully in the kitchen, successfully avoiding a situation by making you her bait.

There are about two moments of silence before Mr. Kujo takes the remote to turn on the TV and play something random. I guess that's his own way of killing the silence huh? “What do you study?” He speaks suddenly again.

“Huh?”

“Yare Yare Daze..”

You have no idea what he just said, but with the way he said it, you can tell it wasn’t a good thing. He leans back on the couch a little more, but his sitting stance is still proper. You don’t know why you blank out in moments like these, because now you look like an idiot to Jolyne’s dad. A man you’ve just met.

More moments of silence continue, as the television show adds background noise. “Biology. I plan to be a vet after graduate school,” Mr. Kujo turns his head at you, giving you his full attention. He lifts an eyebrow in amusement. “Say, I actually majored in Biology myself,” You chuckle, shocked at the fact that someone like him would actually go into a major like that.

“If you ever need help with anything, you can call me.”

What? Call him? Mr. Kujo clears his throat. “I mean… it’s a hard subject. You’re better off getting help for free rather than paying for a tutor.” You nod your head in agreement. “Thank you… do you want me to give you my number or?...” You ask, hoping he gives you his number instead for some strange reason. “Give me your phone, I’ll put my digits in there.” You comply, handing him your phone. You scoot closer to him to make sure nothing pops up on your phone, like when you are showing something to your parent on your phone. You look at him putting in his number, then look at his face. God, he is so handsome. It might be wrong to think this, but when you see someone attractive, you see someone attractive. That’s just natural.

“Here, I put my number in there.” Mr. Kujo hands you back your phone. You look at it and see a new contact card. “Jotaro?”

“Yes, that is my first name.” He says blankly. “You don’t have to call me ‘Mr. Kujo’... no one close to me does.”

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment. “Sorry…”

“Sorry, what?”

Your eyebrows twitch in confusion. Sorry what? What do I say? You and Mr. Kujo look each other in the face. With Mr. Kujo looking like he wants you to do something for him.

“Oh. Sorry, Jotaro.” He looks away, seemingly satisfied with you calling him Jotaro. Maybe calling him ‘Mr. Kujo’ made him uncomfortable, considering how no one else does, and it’s probably too formal in general. But wait a minute. What could he have meant by nobody close to him calling him that? Are you two suddenly friends even though there was an awkward exchange between you two?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the smell of lasagna, specifically Jolyne bringing it out onto his diner table. “I know it may be a little late to eat this, but it won’t kill us to be like Garfield for a day.” She takes out three plates, presumably for us to eat. “It’s okay. I already ate myself Jolyne.” Jotaro says bluntly.

Jolyne looks at Jotaro, undoubtedly upset by her father’s sentence. She looks down at the food, then looks back at you. “Oh. Well, y/n, do you want some?” Knowing you can’t leave her in the dark like this, you nod your head yes in an attempt to lift Jolyne’s spirits. It seemed to work because she poured herself a plate as well. Jolyne places you and her plates of food on the coffee table, then sit on the floor. You can’t see Jotaro’s face anymore, but you can’t help but feel like he is burning a hole through your shirt. Your phone buzzes and you flip it over to see the notification. It was a text message from Jotaro.

Thank you.

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Jolyne sleeps soundly as you sit at her desk, finishing up your studying. You check the time, 11:45 pm. It was late. You wondered if Jotaro had left already, considering how the both of you went to Jolyne’s room around 10 pm. But you didn’t hear the door open or close. Deciding to answer your curiosity, you walk out of her room, looming down her dark hallway. There you see Jotaro, still awake, with his focus on the TV. His posture is a lot more lax than before, his legs spread and he even has his hat off. He turns over to you. “I didn’t know you were still awake.” He pats the couch, signaling for you to go sit next to him. You obey, sitting down next to him without a word.

Once again, silence ensues. It’s not like you’re bad at starting conversations, you’re just bad at starting conversations with him. “Look, I just want to say thank you,” Jotaro bursts out. You look at him, seeing him already looking at you. “For what? I-I didn’t do much other than make things awkward.” You say nervously. This was weird. You were appreciative of the fact that Jotaro is thanking you, but it was weird because you have no idea what he was thanking you for.

“I’m not thanking you because of today, I’m thanking you for the years you stuck by Jolyne,” He says warmly. “I wasn’t around much in her life, and I’ve missed important moments for her, but even then, she wasn’t alone. She had you.”

You stare down at your thighs, unable to think of what to say. You didn’t know what to think, he just admitted to being an absent father and is thanking a mere 22-year-old for being around his daughter for over a decade. You want to pity him, considering how Jolyne excused his actions by saying that it was for the benefit of her and her mom, but Jolyne really needed him at times. “You may not have the greatest thoughts of me but, I still want you to know that I am indebted to you, y/n.”

“It’s nothing, but you’re here now. Stay. For Jolyne’s sake.” Jotaro nods his head and then turns his attention back to the TV. 30 minutes of pure silence and the show that Jotaro was watching occurs. Making yet another awkward moment between you two. You look at the clock on the wall. 12:15 am. “Well… it’s getting late so, maybe I should hit the hay?” You say to break the silence. You stand up from the couch until you feel a large, warm hand grab your wrist. “Wait,” Jotaro says. His voice just went an octave lower than it is, and you swear you went weak from that. He stands up from the couch, making you realize just how tall he is. (a/n - my 6’5 daddy ahhhh 🤪😝) He removes his grip from your wrist, but stands in front of you, blocking any way of you walking away from him. His body is no more than 4 inches away from yours, and the smell of his rather earthy cologne fills your nose.

“I didn’t explain my appreciativeness properly earlier…” He says, leaning his face about 2 inches from yours. Your brain wasn’t comprehending what was going on, but you know that you want whatever will happen in the next 10 seconds. “Let me thank you properly.”

Jotaro places his hands over your face and passionately kisses you. As if by instinct, you kiss him back, leaving your mouth agape so that his tongue can explore your mouth better. You slowly droop down onto the couch, with Jotaro not breaking the kiss between you two. You both sit on the couch, Jotaro is hunched over you, letting the once-passionate kiss become rough. He then backs away leaving a string of saliva between the two of you. He places his big hands over your top, slipping it off. Since you weren’t wearing a bra, your breasts were already in view for him. He gets close and sucks on them, circling and nibbling at your nipple. “So fucking perfect…” He mumbles. He backs away from your breasts, then scoots farther down the chair.

“This may be sudden, but would you let me eat your pussy?” He asks sternly.

You were quick to comply, fixing your body flat, with your crotch facing Jotaro. Jotaro removes your pants, revealing your bright pink panties. He rubs your clothed clit with his thick thumb, you slightly arching your back to the feeling. You bite your bottom lip to contain your moans, but you can’t help a couple of whimpers come out. Jotaro then takes off your panties, leaving you completely naked for him. He stares at your naked body and smiles. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? You practically gave me a boner when you saw me enter.” He goes up to kiss your neck and leaves a few hickeys, making his way down your body. “Those pretty eyes of yours, I want to ruin that look so bad…”

Jotaro is now face-to-face with your pussy, leaving his mouth slightly agape making you feel hot air on your sensitive clit. The feeling of the air on your nub makes your body tingle, with you shifting your legs around. Jotaro places a firm grip on your thighs, keeping the lower portion of your body in place. “Please… Jotaro..” You whine, desperately wanting him to eat you out. “Patience baby, you’re just not wet enough for me…” He responds.

Are you serious? You are about ten seconds away from pushing Jotaro’s head into your pussy and clamping your thighs shut, but if he wasn’t as scary as he was then you seriously would’ve done it. “Please... Jotaro,” At this point, you’re a crying, whimpering mess. As bad as it is, you didn’t even care if Jolyne heard either. All you wanted right now, was for Jotaro to devour you like you’re his last meal on Earth. Jotaro chuckles mischievously.

He licks a long stride down your pussy. A sinful moan comes out from your mouth. Jotaro tightens his grip, “Shut up… you don’t want to wake Jolyne up, do you?” He brings your thighs closer to his face, sensing the prickly feeling of his stubble on your soft thighs. Jotaro slowly licks circles around your clit, torturing you with the pace he’s going at. You engulf your hands in his dark curly locks and slowly grind yourself on his tongue. “So fucking impatient.” He mumbles, deciding to pick up his pace and send his tongue up and down your pussy.

You bite down on a pillow to contain your moans, because at this point your lips hurt too much from attempting to keep your moans. Jotaro is swirling his tongue around every crevice of your pussy as he can, even sticking it into your wet hole. Although it can’t go far, his nose is so close to your clit that you can feel him breathing on it ONTOP of him putting his tongue inside your hole. The sound is ungodly, the noise from the TV being replaced by the sound of slushing and Jotaro’s low but audible growls.

“Fuck you taste so good…need you to cum on my tongue. Now,” He grunts, fucking his tongue against your throbbing numb clit. You had planned to hold your climax just a little bit for how he teased you earlier, but the tone of his voice implied that he was serious, and he was going to make you cum on his command. Whether you want to or not.

“Don’t get any smart ideas, I’ll use my fingers if I have to,” He says moving one of his hands closer to your crotch. You weren’t going to disobey, seeing how you aren’t in the position to decline, and he was making you feel insanely good. At this point, you’re gripping onto Jotaro’s hair, and shoving his face into your cunt, as if he’s your vibrator. He’s not complaining either, hearing how there are feral moans coming out from him too. “You like this? You like how I’m devouring your wet little pussy hm?” He muffles, sending you over the edge. Your clit begins to jitter, signaling that you are close to climaxing.

“Mmm.. m’ so close, Taro..” you whine, begging him to slow down his pace. Jotaro isn’t budging, however. You were feeling so many mixed emotions at this point, letting go of the pillow and moaning freely. How would Jolyne respond if she saw her dad's face deep into her best friend’s pussy? Was a thought that swelled in your head, but… it turned you on. “I’m gonna..cum Taro p-please..” You whimper. You relax your head back as you reach your climax, clamping Jotaro’s head with your thighs and your feet shaking in response. Fuck. Not only did Jolyne’s dad just give you head, but it was a leg-shaking one at that.

Jotaro releases his grip and begins to sit up straight. As you sit up straight, you notice what appears to be a droplet of liquid on his chin. “I didn’t know you were like that, but I’m not bothered by it..” He says as he wipes his chin with his hand. You look down to see an obvious boner in his pants. You slide your hand across his thigh but he stops you with his hand. You look up at him to see his face. “It’s quite obvious that I don’t have sexual… tendencies… with the friends of my daughter but, you’re a different case. Jolyne has talked about you a lot, and in all honestly, I’ve been waiting to meet you.” He says with a visibly frustrated face.

“As much as I’d desire to take things further, I know once I start, I won’t stop. Regardless if someone sees… you get my gist?” You nod your head in agreement. “Great. So can you put on your clothes and go to sleep with Jolyne as if I wasn’t eating you out about 2 minutes ago? I’m sure you can handle that for me, baby.”

You pick up your clothes and put them on, fixing yourself to normal. You give Jotaro one final look then you start to walk back into Jolyne’s room. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing as Jolyne is still sound asleep. You crawl into her bed and cuddle her. In the end, you felt wrong but not at the same time. Jotaro didn’t only make you orgasm, but squirt as well? Not even a regular hookup you had with a frat boy could make that possible for you.

I guess Jolyne was right in a sense when she said older men do it best.

#anime smut #jjba smut #jjba fanfic #jotaro x reader #jotaro smut #jotaro x reader smut #jotaro kujo

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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head builder!polnareff whos serious about his job and makes sure his men’s work ethic is top-par. head builder!polnareff who treats all his clients with utmost respect unless it’s you. head builder!polnareff who wolf-whistles at you once you pass by underneath the scaffolding of the new build. head builder!polnareff who yelps and hollers for you to “give him some eye candy” despite him knowing you’re the site manager. head builder!polnareff who confuses the other builders about why usually stoic and serious you is so lenient with the man.

head builder!polnareff who you light heartedly flip off from below because he’s normally a crass man — which you know — he’s been one of your most stable and reliable construction contractor for years. but one day you buy head builder!polnareff up on that offer as he pops his into your portable onsite office to piss you off.

“merde!…”

head builder!polnareff would be a spluttering mess as you kneel onto your office floor behind your desk and slowly run your mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. head builder!polnareff would have one hand cupping your cheek whilst his other arm lays over his eyes.

just as head builder!polnareff is about to cum, one of his men walk in to ask where you are, something about clearing off time. head builder!polnareff; with his face beet red and clearly dishevelled tries his best to act natural — despite unnaturally sitting in your office chair and looking like he was about to explode. but as you continue to suck at his cock whilst also massaging at his balls, head builder!polnareff is unable to contain his orgasm from pushing over him.

“t-t-t-t-they said they’ll— fuck!”

head builder!polnareff thrashes himself face forwards onto your desk as he cums down the canals of your throat, a suppressed groan leaving his mouth as tries his best to shoo off the builder who’s highly concerned for his sudden reaction.

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Warnings : jealousy, breeding , creampie , standing sex , dirty talk established relation ,names like baby girl, dominant smut 18+

Characters:( choose your characterl) gojo , sakuna,toji,gilbert, chevalier, alter keith,silvio, vlad, faust, kanetsusgu, guy avari, jude ,roger barel, bakugo, jotaro,zoro

⚠️JEALOUS BOYFRIEND⚠️

IMAGINE YOUR CHOOSEN SUITOR AS YOUR JEALOUS BOYFRIEND It wasn't your fault men drolled at you but your boyfriend was posessive . How could any other man mastrubate at the public transport imagining you . Before he could kill that guy you dragged him to your appartment ! Did you enjoy the guy mastrubatinh to thought of you ! No then why the fuck you didn't let me teach him a lesson . Your boyfriend yelled. No it doesn't matter ,i am going to fill that pussy with so much cum and impregante it . He tears your clothes off and yanks your panties to the side , his cock already rock hard . It was a sight to behold the veiny thick cock that sprung out . Now deep burried into your tight pussy .. ahh dyamn Your pussy is soo tight fuckk baby girl sucks my cock so well. The hard sloppy thrusts from you boyfriends fat cock always makes you see stars of pure white bliss. Like a pussy drunk he rams his dick soo deep it kisses your womb with each thrust. His hands grop your perfectly shaped breasts just right for him as he bangs you from behind across the wall. Soon your pussy clenches on his throbbing cock that sends out ropes of his cum and seeds filling you up to the brim.. the excess mixed love juices drips coating his cock with it . Fuckk only you feel this good baby ahh shit His mouth comes to bite fiercely at your neck soo hard your cry tears of pain and pleasure . " no body can have you ! Not even in their fantasy as you belong to me baby girl ."...

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Ragazza Sporca 2.0

Your Capo... if only he was. The sad truth is that he’s your boss and good friend, and yet, he’s always on your mind as if he was your lover. Your heart yearns for him, but you're constantly forced to tell yourself It’d be inappropriate to cross the threshold of being your Capo's underling and friend. You've dealt with these difficult feelings for years now, and every day you’re left with a gaping hole in your chest. Though, you lose control over everything when Bruno knocks on your door at night asking for a favor.

❥ Labels & Warnings: 18+

Smut, Fluff, Masturbation, Teasing, Light humiliation, Praise, Dirty talk, Oral sex (receiving & giving), Vaginal sex, Creampie, Confessions.

This is a revision of my original work posted on AO3, Sept. 17, 2019.

Your Capo is the most caring and warm person to the ones around him, so how can you have not fallen for him? You were no different than the many drooling girls that lined up in the hopes of getting a date with the mafioso. Though you never pestered him about his schedule so you could score a date with him like others did, your feelings were much stronger than any girl that desired him. At some point, your sentiments for your boss grew so strong that you could never fathom being with anybody else.

Day by day, it was beginning to be challenging whenever you had to talk to Bruno or merely look at him. Your face would heat up when his oceanic eyes would land on you, and of course, Bruno being the most perceptive man you knew, caught on to your weird behavior. As time swelled, your feelings made it difficult to even be in his presence, and Bruno worried something was wrong on countless occasions whenever you didn't show up for a meeting. He's asked you into his office numerous times and asked if he ever did anything to upset you. You lied to his face so many times which was something you never did before, and it hurt, but it was only to protect how you really felt.

You tried tirelessly to push your feelings down in order to do your job for your Capo, but that was impossible. How could anyone hide their feelings for someone so compassionate, selfless, and loving? Bruno was not only such a warm person, but whenever he needed to do his job or protect someone, a ruthless and dominating man would emerge. His courageous ambitions alone inspired you in every aspect and made you want to be a better person. Everyone around him loved him.

It also didn't hurt how extremely gorgeous he was. One look was all it took to make anyone turn their heads with admiration for his beauty. Just the way he carried himself and the way he talked or even laughed was so graceful yet masculine which made everything all the harder to cope with. Sometimes he'd catch you staring at him for far too long, and would give you a lookover and smirk. There was a fine line between you two, one that you teetered over and he watched with amusement. Maybe he enjoyed your attention or maybe he was just naturally comfortable with you since he's been your friend for years, but he never looked like he didn't want you to check him out. In fact, there were times he did the same with you, although, you chalked it up to him being kind and not wanting you to be uncomfortable with getting caught ogling him. What you do know is that you absolutely had to stop this before you did something you'd regret.

And yet, every night you secretly let yourself go and satisfy your fantasies with the thoughts you stowed away in the day. The reveries you'd select from your memory like a delectable menu of salacious thoughts were the ones that'd control your body and fingers. Your voice was the fruit of your labor as your fingers would throw your body in thrashes across your bed. Your imaginings would entail him thrusting his long, thick fingers in your mouth as he spread your thighs apart with a smoldering look so hot it could burn you alive. Thoughts of him crawling on top of you with those built muscles of his sinuously twisting as he positioned himself at your entrance would send shivers down your spine. He'd whisper in your ear how pretty you were and then slowly penetrate you only to vividly groan against your ear. His deep voice would send vibrations through your chest as his own pecs lay on you, and once more his voice would intoxicate you with its perfumed words telling you what a good girl you were for taking all of him in.

And... shamefully, tonight isn't any different.

You lie on your bed, bare and writhing from your own hands with your head full of foulness. Wet circles spread across your clit by your fingers — the fingers you wish were Bruno's — and rough grasps prick the skin of your breasts with goosebumps as you try to simulate how he'd squeeze your mounds with his big hands. Small moans escape your mouth despite trying your hardest to be careful of who hears you in the tucked-away villa Bruno offered you to stay at. God, if only it were his deft fingers rubbing you instead and his mouth on your breast instead of your— suddenly, you hear a familiar knock at the door and your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to sit up.

"U-uh, yeah, what is it?" You call out, wondering if you should cover yourself, but you know Bruno would never barge in.

"Bella, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but could you let me in?"

Your eyes shoot over to your alarm clock, 12:00 am. Just simply hearing his deep, melodic voice booming behind the door makes your body shiver. Gulping down, you start putting your clothes back on with jittery hands.

"W-wait just give me a second."

Why on earth would he be asking to come in at a time like this? Is it really just a coincidence or did he hear you?

Walking over to the door, you unlock it and open the door as normally as you can muster given how out of breath you are. Bruno immediately comes in and glances over at your messy bed, wondering if he ruined a relaxing time for you.

"Is everything okay? Did, did um, something happen?" You ask him, flustered as you quickly smooth your hair down.

"Yes, I'm okay, bella. I'm sorry for interrupting you," he says, confusing you.

Avoiding his eyes like the plague, you nervously laugh. "Oh no, you weren't interrupting anything," you innocently reassure him.

"I'm glad because I'd hate to burden you, but I'm afraid I have a favor to ask of you."

He's so sweet in not wanting to rely on others as people around him rely on him, and it makes you feel good whenever he does ask you for anything.

"Of course, I'll do anything for y— I mean, whatever I can do to help you in any way, I'll do it," you meekly say, cringing inside.

Bruno laughs at your adorableness, his eyes crinkling with a charming smile spreading on his handsome face.

"I was wondering if I could use your shower. Mine has been acting up lately, and I was going to ask Narancia, but he's fast asleep as are the others. I saw that your light was on so I thought maybe it's fine that I ask if it's not too much trouble?"

Your heart begins to thrum as he imploringly stares at you with his penetrating sapphire eyes. It's not like you can reject a man his deserved shower, and it's not like you wouldn't mind having him wash his soapy, naked body in your shower. The thought alone could keep your heart full for weeks.

"Oh, yes, of course," you laugh, swallowing the thick saliva that's accumulating in the back of your throat as your head goes in places you wish it wouldn't when you're right in front of your damn boss. "There's a fresh towel hanging next to mine on the rack — you'll know which one is mine because it's damp — and you can of course use my shampoo and body wash."

"Thank you, dolcezza," he muses smoothly while stepping toward your bathroom. "You're my lifesaver. I'll be fast, I promise."

Bruno disappears into the bathroom and you're left with his words circulating in your head. 'You're my lifesaver, you're my lifesaver, you're my—' you're his lifesaver. Clutching your chest, you bury your face in your pillow and squeal. Your heart feels like it could burst with that statement alone, but having him in your shower? Showering? Bathing? No, this has to be a dream. With your face smashed in your blankets, you pinch your arm before sitting up. You can hear the shower turn on and you wonder how he prefers the water temperature. Hot or cold? You're guessing hot since he does work those muscles day in and day out. They must be so tight after a long day of work, and you'd love to massage his body to alleviate any stress he carries back home. Your lips unconsciously spread into a goofy grin as you think about Bruno and all his little quirks. Kicking your feet, you wrap your arms around yourself and squirm around as butterflies invade your stomach.

Yes, it's all very innocent when a friend uses your shower, but he's not just a friend to you. He's also your boss and crush, though crush is an understatement, and him being your boss could very well be inappropriate if the situation was like any other. But it's Bruno, so all you can think about are the positives. Yet, you can't help but wonder if you were too loud. How is it that he came at such a perfect time? You really hope that wasn't the case because if so, you'll turn to stone right here and now.

You jump as you hear the bathroom door click open. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bruno emerge from the foggy bathroom and your heart stops altogether.

With a towel hanging dangerously low around his defined Adonis belt, his slim waist carries him like a Roman statue. It looks as though he's flexing his muscles, but he's totally relaxed even when your eyes are on him. The muscles under his tan skin are defined and taut as droplets of water traverse the dips of his pecs and abs. His usually smooth black bob is messy as he dries it with a small towel. Those distinctive oceanic eyes are glued on you, and his expression is far too ambiguous for you to discern. Is he mad? Is he lost in thought?

Bruno stalks over to your perched form on the bed and you instinctively avert your gaze as he approaches your front. Hovering over you in his half-naked form, he looks down at you with a suddenly formidable aura. Grasping your jaw, he tips it up and pulls it toward him while leaning down. Bruno's cerulean eyes are so intense it feels as though he's peering into your soul and you're cemented in place by them.

"Cara, why are you being so shy? Were you not moaning out for me earlier?"

You gawk at him and your body goes rigid as your biggest fear just came true. Of course, though, Bruno being the mischievous and teasing man he is chooses now of all times to bring it up once he's wet and delicious to catch you off guard.

Your mouth tries to turn into a smile to play this off, but it fails into a warped and stiff one. "W-what do you mean?"

Bruno's eyes wash over your lips before they veer back up to your eyes with a gleam in their fierce blues. "Was I at least on your mind when you touched yourself?"

"N-no, what? I wasn't—"

Cocking his head to the side, he has that mocking expression that makes your insides crumble.

"Now, now, you know better than to lie to me, yes?"

Bruno gingerly grabs your neck and turns it so your skin is bared for him. Shifting closer, the tip of his tall nose ghosts over the trunk of your neck and you audibly gulp. Attentively, Bruno licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck with the very tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe as it lifts off your skin. Stifling a moan, your face contorts with a rush of hormones hitting you.

"Mmm, I knew it. Sei una ragazza sporca," he nearly groans with a deep rumble emanating from his chest. (You're a dirty girl.)

Freezing you with the look he once gave Giorno on the train in Napoli, he interrogates you the same way. The scorching gaze is unbearable and it's hard to keep eye contact with Bruno like this, but with his demanding hold on your neck, you can’t help but comply even when your thighs are rubbing together.

"I'm sorry, Capo. I just..I—"

"You what? You like to imagine your Capo touching you?"

"No!" You’re quick to deny it with embarrassment overwhelming you.

"'No?'" Bruno repeats and gives you a scolding look of dismay.

"Then why are you squirming before my very eyes?" Bruno asks with a sharp tongue, scooting his lips closer to your quivering ones. "I didn't even have to test you to know that you're lying, carina. You're as guilty as can be."

Your fearful eyes creep up his face and your eyelashes flutter at him, and that's when he really can't take it anymore. Slowly, he eases his plush pout onto yours with so much passion, it makes you moan. Groaning into the kiss he's been dying to give you, he lets go of your mouth faster than you'd like. There's lust ridden in his eyes and they're hooded with his long eyelashes casting over his high cheekbones. Holding out your chin, he inspects your face by gently turning it from left to right before shifting to give you a kiss on the cheek, and you make a noise that quirks his lips into an amused grin.

"You're so sensitive, bella. I loved hearing how desperate your voice was all those nights when you wanted me to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you."

Squeaking out with a whine, your insides clench so hard it's borderline painful. Bruno, your Capo, your boss, has heard what you've done on multiple occasions?! Soused in heat, you don't know whether to be turned on by what he said or by the fact that he listened in on you masturbating and didn't say anything this whole time. Bruno is just so gentlemanly and possibly vanilla, but this carnal side makes sense given his career in such a stressful and nefarious world.

Bruno snakes his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck and cradles it before kissing you fervently, effectively blasting away any thoughts you have. You moan into the kiss as his tongue slips across the inner flesh of your lips, and you fully accept him inside your mouth. Feverish like he's on fire with his own pent-up feelings blistering out, the kiss burns you alive. The way he smooches you conveys just how much he's been longing for you, and it makes you utterly dizzy. What is even happening right now?

Detaching from your lips, he openly skims his mouth across your jaw and stops in the middle of the bone to suck on it. Easing his way down your neck, your light whimpers torture him and he has to fight the urge to rip everything off of you and sink his cock right into your sopping wetness. Still holding your neck, his possessive nature makes you fidget with glee. Bruno makes you feel like you're already his in his attentive yet greedy hands.

"Carina, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses between his attacks on your neck. (Cutie.) "You're not alone in dipping into bad thoughts. Each night, I imagine how you would react when I touch you here—" Bruno grasps your waist before his large hand slides up your ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of your clothed breast.

You gasp and instinctively back away, his other arm bracing your back and sitting next to you as close as humanly possible.

"May I?" He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and guttural laced with a saccharine tone.

Nodding, you release the breath you've been holding. "Yes," you breathe, squeezing his broad shoulders. "You can do whatever you want, Bruno."

"Hm, what an eager girl I have on my hands," he softly teases before melting his lips on your mouth like honey.

Bruno glides his hand upward and cups your breasts through the thin material of your pajama top and soon realizes you're without a bra. He hisses and ends it with a groan as your nipples harden under his long fingers, his cock angrily twitching under his towel. Caressing your mounds, he squeezes them with rapacious pressure as his hands are far more substantial than your own. You feel like clay under his hands as you give way to his molding touch, finally getting what you always fantasized about.

"Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?"

Oh, how he loves toying with you and seeing you squirm under his intent gaze.

Inhaling sharply, you look away. "I-I think about many things."

Bruno can't help but smile at you. "You're imaginative, I gather?"

You sigh, knowing he's messing with you. Of course, you have to be imaginative when you could never approach him. Pecking your temple, he lays off your breasts and embraces you in his arms.

"You and I both know what I'm asking for, yes?" He asks you with his face nuzzled in your neck.

You sigh and nod, ready for what's to come.

"So," he starts off with a confident lilt. Smooching the skin just below your earlobe, he then moves to kiss your ear. "Why don't you tell your Capo how much of a filthy girl you are?" He rasps right in your ear, the cadence of his Italian accent visceral.

You whine before your voice turns into a full-on moan as he sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

"Bruno," you sigh as he continues to give your skin a harsh suck. "Why?"

"I want to hear it from these pretty lips," he says against your flesh while indenting the swell of your bottom lip with his thumb.

You never knew he'd be this good at seducing you as your head reels with extreme lust.

"I... imagine y-you touching me."

"Where?"

"Here," you say, guiding his hand to one of your breasts and he yields to palm it.

"Do you want me to touch this again?"

"Not just that... I want your mouth there, too."

To say Bruno is quite pleased with your answer would be an understatement as his cock leaks with a newly formed bead of precum. Humming, he stares at you while letting his hands fall to the hem of your top before he pulls it up your bare torso. With your top half now naked before your Capo's ravenous, blue eyes, he gently pushes you down on your back and gets on top of you. Pawing at both of your breasts in his big hands, he gropes them and twists both of your nipples with avid interest. The warmth from his hands blooms over your flesh like fluttering butterflies carrying ecstasy in their wings.

"You're so beautiful that I can't help but be greedy with you," he breathes heavily over your lips. "I want you to myself, all night long."

Large and hungry, his hands stretch as wide as they can get as they're wanting all of your flesh in their captive cages. With your head thrown back, you're unable to realize Bruno's gorgeous face is moving closer until his hair tickles the crest of your breasts. His tongue curls out and it immediately runs a circle around one of your stiff buds before he takes it into his mouth and encases it with his full pout. Your flesh is warm and soft yet hard as he plays with your pert nipple. Bruno happily plays with your breasts with enthusiasm, tasting you as if you were candy. Scrunching his brows, he can feel more of his precum dribble out of his pulsing cock and it makes the Capo shake with anticipation.

Bruno's craving tongue is hot and eager over your breast as it swirls around before flicking your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He licks your nipple within the tight capture of his lips, and he bites it as he watches you thrash under him like you can't bear the pleasure. The slickness between your legs has gone past the point of no return as it's now dripping down your inner thighs. Catching your other nipple with his free hand, he rolls it with pleasure.

"Mm, please," you mindlessly mew.

"Hmm? What is it, cara?" His question drives his wet lips to move across your pebbled nipple.

"I want more, I want you."

Bruno chuckles at how needy you've become now that you've gotten a taste of what he can do to you. Popping off your now reddened nipple, he turns his gracious attention to your neglected one and washes it with keen concentration.

"Then tell me where else you fantasize your Capo touching you. Show me everything, amore. Let me see what I've been missing."

You moan at his words and you guide his hand down your stomach until it’s at the waistband of your shorts.

"Please," is all you whisper out as your hands shake.

Bruno stands up at the edge of the bed and grips the sides of your shorts and pulls them off your legs with his eyes glued to your face. Flicking his vision to your panties, he unfurls your legs and silently gulps at how completely sodden the fabric is. Taking a thigh in hand, he bends at the hip and runs a thumb up your visibly swollen clit over your underwear. You arch your back and cry out, your hips jerking away.

"Bruno," you gasp, making the Capo's eyes snap over to you.

"You're so lovely, dolcezza. I love the way you react when I tease you."

Hooking brawny arms around your thighs, Bruno kneels on the floor while pulling your ass over the edge of the bed. Gasping, you try to hide his vision with your hands.

"Don't," he warns with steadfast eyes.

Inhaling, your brows knit and you reluctantly let him continue. Softening his expression, he examines the soaked fabric keeping him away from your delectable inner parts. Bruno ducks and leisurely runs his tongue up your clothed pussy, making you wantonly moan before you shield your mouth. He kisses your clit and lowers his mouth to prod your covered entrance with his tongue where most of your slick has accumulated. Viscous and dangerously hot, his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue taste the flavor that soils your panties. You've ruined your underwear to the point where the fabric is completely slippery and allows Bruno's lips and tongue to just glide over you.

With his sharp nose nuzzled against your clit, he drags a deep inhale and salivates as your scent intoxicates him. Balmy, his sinewy hands sink into the ample flesh of your thighs while getting drunk off your pussy's aroma, his thumbs veering upward past the flexed tendons in your inner thighs. Mouthing at your entrance with his plump lips, he soaks the material with his drool and presses his expert tongue into your folds. Your lips separate and push out of your panties from the sides, and Bruno can't help but crack a toothsome smile. The corners of his curled mouth slither over your naked outer lips as his tongue squishes your slit, playing with you until your hips can't stop moving. The saturated cloth forms your shape, giving Bruno a detailed yet hidden idea of how you look like.

Lust clouds his brain and all he can think about is you and your succulent pussy. Bruno is powerless when he's so pussy drunk. His head is mixed with a flurry of licentious thoughts, but one particular fantasy keeps coming to mind. The reverie is one of his favorites and entails him cramming dick underneath your panties and grinding into your sweetness before pinning the gusset to the side and penetrating you. But as much as he wants to do vile things with just your panties alone, he lets out a sigh and ceases his tongue. Roughly, he removes your underwear and places his hands back on your inner thighs like magnets. Perfectly nude before him, the expanse of your skin is like a feast he's more than ready to devour. You whine and look away as he thumbs you open to get a good look at your dripping pussy. Marveling at you, he groans at how impossibly wet you are. Bruno has a fair amount of experience and not even once has he seen anyone so soaked like this before.

"You’re so wet, tesoro. You're leaking everywhere and making a mess. You feel it, no? And to think you were quiet about having this delicacy waiting for me."

Slowly, he flattens his tongue at your entrance, and with his eyes trained on you, he licks the entirety of your pussy from hole to clit. Your features twitch with bliss stilling you as you stare at him. Leisurely ribboning his tongue across your clit, he moves it from side to side and delivers jolts of pleasure right through your spine and through every limb. You swivel your hips and jerk into his mouth, but he holds you down harder. Gripping the sheets while Bruno licks your pussy as if he’s having his first meal in days, you try to get a grasp on the situation but it's incomprehensible.

"Adoro il sapore della tua figa," he drones as his lips glide against your slippery folds. (I love the taste of your pussy.)

Bruno delves deep into your wetness, his tongue tracing circles around your tight hole until it slips inside. Your eyelids shoot open and you throw your head back with your fingers carding through his raven locks. He grunts, understanding this is where he belongs as you tug his hair and your legs fluctuate from spreading open and suffocating him. And Bruno wouldn't mind dying like this if it meant drowning in your cunt.

Savoring how you clench around his tongue, he pulls it out to ferally lap your clit with determination to make you cum hard. Your moans pitch higher and higher, signaling your orgasm is just over the horizon. Bruno sinks two thick fingers inside your pussy, groaning at the plush resistance while his tongue is still at it with your clit. The second his agile fingers curl and push a zone within you, you unexpectedly unravel from that motion alone. Squeezing his fingers with your rippling walls, you wail out and shake with violent tremors plaguing your body. Bruno's mouth slobbers over you as he's completely in awe by how sexy and beautiful you are when you're climaxing. Just watching you ride the waves of bliss could make the Capo cum.

With tears glossing your eyes, you let go of his hair as you come down from your unimaginable high. Blinking away tears, you see Bruno resting on his haunches looking like he's at his wit's end. His cock strains against his towel and it lifts the heavy fabric up, tenting it. The outline of his size is fuzzy yet still definable through the thick material, showing just how rock-hard he is. You swallow hard as his lithe body arches over you to give you an impassioned kiss on the lips. Snaking his tongue between your lips, he offers you a taste of yourself and your ears go hot. Is this the taste he savored so much?

Gradually breaking his all-encompassing kiss with a drunken smile, his eyes smooth over you with their misty appearance. Your head is fuzzy and you're starting to think this is all a dream, but it's not as your hands slide down his sculpted abs. Bruno is realer than ever and right in front of you, ready to unite your body with his. His muscles flex with your touch and completely tighten the lower your hands traverse the knots in his hard torso. Your fingertips brush over a prominent vein of his that guides you to where Bruno really wants you: his erection.

Exhaling audibly, his sapphires are locked on your dreamy face, and his heart soars when you look up at him through your lashes. Heavy and wanting, your eyes captivate him wholly, but then he feels your hands fiddle with the fold in his towel and breaks eye contact. Bruno's Adam's apple bobs, swallowing hard as you reveal his aching virility. With his eyes flickering between your face and your hand, he gauges your delighted reaction. Bruno is humble in everything he owns, yet, seeing how overjoyed you are with his size makes his ego fly through the roof. Standing tall and curved, your Capo is much bigger than you expected. His heavy cock looks painful with its deep rosy color at the aching and leaking head, and it makes your mouth water. Though you caught a sneak peek through the towel, it was nothing compared to how big he really is. He's not only thick but also long, though not long enough to be a painful cervix breaker.

"Bruno," you breathe in as a bead of precum drips down the side of him.

The desperate look in your eyes taunts him and makes him want to demolish you. Quickly latching his lips to yours, he dominates your mouth with heated zeal. Although devoted to his kiss for you, he shatters it with a groan when you wrap a hand around his girthy shaft. Your voice gets stuck in your throat as his slimy precum spreads under your palm, giving you the opportunity to stroke him with ease. Slowly pumping his veiny cock, you delicately cup one of his balls with your other hand, and he viciously grunts from the sensitivity.

"Don’t tease me, cara," he warns and grabs your wrists, and pulls you away from him.

Bruno lifts you up and positions you on all fours on the bed in front of him and his beating cock. You watch his dick bob in the air as he stands before you, letting you soak in all of his glory. Gathering your hair with a hand, he takes his cock by the base with another and rubs his delicate frenulum across your wet lips.

"Hai fantasticato di succhiarmi?" He questions you with a husky cadence in his charged voice. (Have you fantasized about sucking me?)

"Yes, Capo."

Bruno inhales shakily at the pet name, and there's a twinge that rifles through his cock.

"Allora fallo," he orders like the true Capo that he is. (Then do it.)

Opening your mouth as wide as it can go, your velveteen cavern swarms the head of his cock in pleasant warmth. You try and take all of him in at once and descend your mouth down his length as far as it can go, but it's too hard. Bruno cracks out a moan at your eagerness to please him as you try your best to pet the swollen underside of his dick with your tongue even though your mouth is obviously too full. Tightening his grip on your hair, he starts rocking himself into your mouth at a steady pace. Inching himself deeper and deeper, the end of his bulbous tip hits your throat, and you gag. With his mouth falling open, he can't hold back his animalistic craving to hear you gag over and over. Bruno's hands shift across your head and your pussy involuntarily clenches knowing what he's trying to do.

"You suck your Capo well," Bruno coos with a rasp, flanking the sides of your face in his hands. "I bet you did this about a hundred times in your head, no?"

You gurgle and choke around his cock in response, your body twitching as your gag reflex fights for control. With his thumbs resting on your temples, the rest of his fingers seam themselves in your hair as he locks your head in his big hands. Left completely caged in, you're vulnerable to your Capo's mercy. Bruno can't lie, he gets off on the fact that you're his subordinate and he's your boss with a power dynamic that's palpable. But whether he's your boss or not, he'd still want this control over you.

"Ti piace avere il cazzo del tuo Capo nella tua bocca avida?" Bruno groans, beguiled by your explorative tongue. (Do you like having your Capo's cock in your greedy mouth?)

The vibrations of your responsive moan make him shiver, riling up the mafioso even more. Shifting his hips back, Bruno thrusts in your mouth and instantly breaches the tightness of your throat and groans as you gag over the head of his engorged cock. You think he's going to pull out, and he does, but he only lets himself out about an inch before going in and making you gag once more. Repeating himself, he fucks your throat and mouth, making you gag each time he hits your throat. Oh, how he loves hearing you slurp his dick, and how he obsesses over you gagging on him.

Tears start brimming your eyes before they free themselves past your eyelashes and down your cheeks as Bruno maintains his cock in your throat. Resolved to satisfy him, you concentrate on breathing and wait for him to pull out. Being used in such a way makes your pussy spasm with need, a need for him to bury his long dick right into you. You feel his base jerk one, then two, then three times before he slides out of your mouth with a nasty string of saliva connecting you to his shiny cock.

"Che brava ragazza sei," he praises with much regard. (What a good girl you are.)

Taking your chin, he kisses you hard. You get lost in his kiss so much so that you're like a melted candle in his arms as he maneuvers you on your back once more. The bed dips with his weighted knees on either side of your hips, his strong thighs pushing your legs up and out to make way for him. Bruno parts from the kiss and cradles your cheeks with his hands while his cock brushes past your clit. He mimics your gaping mouth as he keeps pressing his shaft against your pussy, enthralled by the heat below his shaft. Repeating the same motions, he coats his dick with your nectar until vile squelches fill the air. Your entrance pulses underneath his girth, begging him to load you up in one go.

Mewling his name in a shrill voice, you dig your nails into his muscled back as you pull him closer. "I want you, please, right now," you desperately beg.

"Sono stato così disperato per te," he breathes, letting his blistering blue eyes fall down your beautiful body until they observe your glassy folds repeatedly splitting around his cock. (I've been so desperate for you.)

Bruno takes your breath away with his admission. "Really?"

"Sì, ever since I laid eyes on you, mia dolce ragazza," he whispers in your ear. (My sweet girl.)

Bruno runs the very tip of him down your entrance and carefully penetrates the tight barrier, melting the two of you into one. You whine as your elastic walls stretch to accommodate his immense proportion. Kissing your forehead as a reward for enduring the pain, he soothes you as he struggles to inch in deeper. It hurts and burns, but the fullness he brings is otherworldly and turns the pain into sweet elation. The second Bruno reaches halfway inside you, he retracts and feels your walls cling to him before he opens you back up by sinking into you again. His eyes roll back as he persists in unfurling your pussy from the inside, his throbbing cock spearing your taut walls with perseverance. Grabbing your waist, he huffs before finally bottoming out and growling with a clenched jaw.

"Sei così stretto, mi sta facendo impazzire," he sneers, his fingers indenting your flesh around your waist and hips. (You're so tight, it's driving me crazy.)

Your dewy insides hug him in a snug embrace as if you were made for him, turning the mafioso into some sort of creature for desire. Bruno is unable to fully grasp the staggering sensations you drown him in and struggles to keep his sanity in check. He's never felt so good in his life before, even when partaking in the sins of the flesh as this is on a different level than anything he's used to. You're enveloping Bruno in a bestial disposition.

"Cazzo," he sighs under his breath, struggling to restrain himself from fucking you until you're screaming and crying and too ruined for anyone else.

"You're really," you wince as he slides out. "Big."

"Hmm, I never knew," he teases sarcastically with a wolfish grin.

Thumping his way back into you, his pelvis meets your bottom with a light smack, its perfumed melody alighting both of your ears in flames. Bruno grabs one of your thighs and hikes it up on his hip, caressing the bottom of it as your other leg locks around his slender waist. With his magnetic blues fixated on you, he commences a deep, languid, and eager tempo.

"La tua figa è stupefacente." (Your pussy is amazing.) "You're amazing," he lovingly compliments you, his expression so adoring it makes your heart skip several beats.

Bruno smiles wholeheartedly when your pussy squeezes him, knowing you're touched by his words.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, carina?" He asks, wanting to stir your heart even more while he mixes your insides with zero effort.

Shyly meeting his eyes, your hands travel down the deep line in the middle of his back. His strong muscles shift under his warm skin every time he moves, waving like the sea he loves so much.

"You are," you simply reply, savoring the hot skin of his waist and hips that constantly brush your inner thighs as he fucks you.

"There's not a single person that could compare to you," he utters, capturing you in his vision.

Too blissed out to respond, you do so with a loud moan. Bruno watches you writhe beneath him just like he has in his dreams. Laid out and naked before him, your breasts bounce with his passionate, rolling hips and your face contorts as he pleasures your body in the most perfect of ways.

"Every night I imagine fucking you like this, and wonder how you would look if you were full of my cock," he murmurs. Lowering his face to your neck, he kisses you there before repeating with your earlobe. "I'm not disappointed in the slightest. Not when you look perfect with me inside you," he flatters in your ear, his voice so hoarse that it thunders through you.

Your lower body involuntarily jerks in response to his words, making the Capo grunt. Clasping his hands on the back of your thighs, he pins them to the bed and venerates the stretching pump his cock glides into you with. Your pussy incessantly swallows him whole with your labia opening wide around him. Salivating, he wishes he could fuck and eat you out at the same time with his greed driving his thoughts. With a sneer to his full mouth, he pounds into you and makes the bed shift with his emphatic motions. You gasp and pant, clutching onto him for dear life while he blooms heat through your body.

"I think you're being too loud, cara," he says in a taunting tone. "We don't want to wake everyone up now do we?"

Your walls clamp down on him and he smirks devilishly.

"Or do you?"

"No," you sigh, biting your lips together to quiet yourself.

Bruno's plump lips twitch into a wicked grin, determined to crack you open. Withdrawing until his tip is barely in you, he rams himself back in you with a loud smack and shriek emitting from your lips. You immediately see stars and you scramble to cover your mouth, helplessly silencing yourself.

"You just can't be quiet, can you? So cute," he says impudently while railing you as hard as you deserve.

Your toes curl and your limbs stiffen around him, and it proves difficult to keep your mouth shut even with the physical barrier of your hand. Bruno's rigid pelvis and toned thighs slap against your body, mingling with the other lascivious sounds that fill the room and bounce off the walls. It's surprising no one has banged on your wall at this point. Though it'd be awkward if someone were to hear both of you coalescing, Bruno is quite absorbed by the fact that you can't shut up even one bit. Releasing your thighs, he instead pushes them upward with his arms by palming the bed with his hands. The position has him closer and now you can get an ever better look at him while he drills into you with undying vigor.

"Ti piace guardarmi mentre ti scopo?" He goads you with a curled grin. (Do you like watching me fuck you?)

Your mouth hangs open with drool threatening to dribble down your chin, your endless arousal once again fanned by his exquisite comments. Your eyes snap down to your connection with your Capo's body, regarding the way his solid girth extends your folds past his gouging shaft. Bruno earnestly joins you in watching, the breadth of his tongue watering from the different perspective he has of the two of you. With his line of sight, he's able to see your entirety in far greater detail. Your folds glisten and stretch wider with the thicker part of his cock entering and exiting you, your aching hole repeatedly going from empty to expanding.

"I love seeing your small pussy swell over me each time I bury my cock in you," Bruno murmurs, shifting his hands higher up on the bed and forcing your hips to lift before hitting you at a different angle.

You sputter in the back of your throat as the pressure inside your womb abruptly amounts to such a degree of pleasure it's violently ripping a shrill voice out of you. Bruno's shaft drags through your gummy walls with vehemence and presses each and every spot within you with gracious speed and delicious force.

"Shut me up, please," you beg him with tears in your eyes.

Amused by your plea, he grins down at you and throws your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half under his muscular and heavy body. He places a hand over your mouth with his pinky below your nose and his face dangerously close to yours as if he's studying you like a specimen.

"As much as I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, amore, you're being a noisy girl," he utters.

Bruno grunts, your pussy squeezing him in response to him.

"La tua piccola fica continua a soffocarmi il cazzo, dolcezza." (Your little cunt keeps choking on my cock.) "Your throat is no different than this, hm?" He coos while clasping a big hand around your throat to make a point.

Your body dances with pleasure for him as he hotly scowls down at you with his own desire and lust filling him to the brim.

"You're so kind for rewarding me with that loud, immoral voice of yours," he lilts, his accent becoming thicker with each word just like his cock is with each pulsating lunge.

"One would think you're a shameless woman with such erotic moans," he goads you, fanning the fires inside you. "Devi davvero amare il cazzo del tuo capo, no?" (You must really love your Capo's cock, no?)

Tears cascade down your cheeks and his hands as your impending climax is starting to drive you mad. With such a gorgeous sight below him, his grip on your mouth tightens with his fingers digging into your cheek's flesh. There's now a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows, and that alone shows just how much he's enjoying himself. Absolutely immersed in you, he can't soften any of his features and put a facade on as he's deep in the trenches of rapture. Swallowing thickly, he knows his end is near.

Bruno lets your legs down and he bends to seize one of your nipples with his lips and tongue. He loves how you moan earnestly, relishing the vibrations that your voice makes under his hand. Sucking your nipple, his tongue washes over it and you're almost on the very edge of snapping. Detaching from your nipple, there's a line of spit following his bottom lip as he gazes up at you while switching to your other nipple. With the sensation of his cock impetuously driving into your saturated pussy, he confines you with one arm under your back while still covering your mouth. Encircling your arms around his neck, you struggle to breathe with his hand covering your mouth and his body drilling into yours. Canting his hips at an angle that has him positioned slightly above you, he hits a sweet spot you never knew you had and you shudder and shriek in his hand. Clenching his teeth, he hisses as his slapping balls tighten and his cock swells with more blood; the feeling of your pussy pulsating on him engulfs him in rhapsody. Your walls hug him tighter than ever, and he knows your orgasm is imminent.

"Right there, dolcezza? La tua figa vuole il mio cazzo proprio qui?" Bruno punctuates his statement with a particularly rough thrust. (Does your pussy want my cock right here?)

"Mmmh!" You cry, your nails raking his back as your depths refuse to let him reel back his cock.

Bruno is unyielding in his hammer-like lunges, yet his tempo has changed from meticulous thrusts to sloppy crashes. Statuqesue curves billow in his working muscles, his warm skin rising with goosebumps as his end is near. Ripping his hand from your mouth, he palms your face with your ear between his thumb and index finger and weaves your mouths together. The two of you exchange moans in the open-mouthed kiss, your tongues intertwining as Bruno drills you into the rocking bedframe.

"Sto per venire, tesoro. Verrai per me?" He rasps in your mouth, his spit-slicked lips slipping across your wet mouth. (I'm gonna cum, darling. Will you cum for me?)

You frantically nod and his hands dig into the flesh of your hip and back as he uses your body as leverage to make you fuck him back. You roll your pelvis into him and he growls, his nails creating crescent marks into your back as he cradles and carries it. His jaw hangs open and his darkened blue eyes are steadfast on you, openly groaning as he falls over the precipice, and that smoldering expression alone makes you cum hard. Casing your mouth with his, he stifles your scream with a fierce kiss that hardly lets you breathe.

Both of your bodies' visceral responses swallow each other whole. Bruno's shaft twinges as torrents of semen erupt from it and coat your insides while continuously fucking you with all his might, sloshing your liquids together in a lecherous amalgamation. Milking his beating cock with your clinging, viscid bounds, you draw out copious amounts of Bruno's delicious release. Shivers run down your spine as you can't control your body's muscle spasms with otherworldly euphoria bludgeoning you. Bruno's searing-hot base jerks with up and down motions and gradually slows along with your throbbing walls.

There's a trickle of liquids between the bond of your tired bodies, but the two of you can only focus on the dull pulse that's waning. Bruno is languid with his minute thrusts as globs of his release ooze out of you. Absolutely satiated and full of him, you lie mollified on the bed while he eases off you. Bruno smiles at you before pecking your lips and petting your hair, high on cloud nine from your acceptance of him. His eyes shoot down to your coupling and he sucks in air through his pearly whites and retracts from your molten heat. Your stretched skin glides back off him and he admires the hue of your tender flesh as it drools of his thick ejaculate.

Whining from the emptiness inside of you, you pout at him. Bruno chuckles in response but is hypnotized by the sight before him. Tilting his head as if he were inspecting a work of art, he takes his index and middle finger to split your bathed folds, and more globs of his cum flood out. He hums with delight and scoops some of the white fluid with his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth. Receiving his offer without reflection, you eagerly stick your tongue out for him, and he gracefully makes you taste him.

"Come assaggio?" He asks with a simper, keeping intense eye contact with you. (How do I taste?)

Sucking his fingers as they leave your mouth, you swallow his release and smile. "Delicious."

Bruno laughs and smooches your cheek. Taking a piece of your hair, he rolls it thoughtfully before putting it back behind your ear and beaming at you with splendid satisfaction.

"Well, was I everything you imagined?" He asks you with the most gorgeous smile a man could have. "I know my dreams were a pale comparison to the real thing."

You turn bashful by Bruno's thoughtful words and teeter your own remarks.

"Y-yes. Possibly, more than I could have ever imagined, really."

Resting his forehead against yours, he pushes you down with his tall nose pressing past the side of your nose and into your cheek.

"Smettila di essere così adorabile. Otherwise, I'll have to ravage you again," he growls. (Stop being so adorable.)

A silent gasp escapes you. "What if I want that?"

A sardonic laugh blows out of his nose. "You don't know what you're asking for, dolcezza," he says, nuzzling your cheek with his.

"No, really," you back away and sit up on your knees to lean into him.

Bruno's expression turns serious with his features relaxed yet stern. "I said stop. Unless you want me fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk or sit down."

You gasp and relent, lying back down. Amused, he sighs a laugh and grabs your hand before kissing the palm of it.

"Let me get you something to clean you up, mio dolce." (My sweet.)

Kissing your temple, Bruno gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. You sit patiently for him until he comes walking back with zero shame for being in his birthday suit and still being rock-hard. Avoiding eye contact, you scoot over to the end of the bed. He offers you his hand and you take it to stand, but you can barely do so without your legs wobbling.

"Here," Bruno coos, seizing your arms and putting them around his skinny waist. "Reggimi." (Hold me.)

Doing as he says, you cling to him while he gently wipes you down. You're so much smaller than him that he has to bend quite a lot to reach the areas of your sensitive parts.

"Just a little longer, carina," he muses with a sweet, tender tone.

Finishing up by folding the washcloth to a clean side, he gives your swollen lips one last pat before standing up.

"You didn't have to, but thank you."

Carding a hand through your hair, he tosses the cloth in a hamper in the corner of the room.

"Of course, cara. I want to. You honored me with your body and I made a mess out of it, so it's only natural I clean my mess."

Your heart soars and that's when the heaviness of the situation dawns on you. Though you want to discuss what's going on, you'll leave it for tomorrow when your head is less fuzzy.

Bruno effortlessly scoops you up into his arms and lays you back onto the bed before sliding in next to you with the blankets being pulled over the two of you. Humming with contentment, he snuggles against your soft body as he silently remarks how your skin feels like silk chiffon.

"Bruno," you call out.

Those vivid sapphires gaze at you, and a thick eyebrow raises.

"Is your shower really broken?"

Staring at you, he cracks a huge, guilty smile.

"Bruno!" You admonish him, gently shoving him as he starts laughing. "Who's the dirty one now, huh? My very own Capo!"

"A man must do what he must," he hums, wrapping his arms around you. "Regardless of what position he's in."

Scoffing with a laugh, you look at him incredulously. "And what is it that a man must do?"

"To make the one he desires fall for him," he answers you, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling like you're a jewel he's treasuring.

"I... I never knew you felt that way," you gulp. "I could have never imagined my Capo having those feelings for me."

Your tone saddens him and he sits up, his pecs on display as the blanket slithers down his sinewy abs.

"Amore," he starts, swallowing hard.

He sighs and looks away and it surprises you. Is he nervous?

"I have very strong feelings for you," he admits, taking your hand and sandwiching it between his. "If I didn't, I would have never done something so improper of a Capo."

Your heart nearly sinks at the word 'improper' and your expression falters, but he shakes his head.

"What I mean is, I never want to put you in a place where you felt overpowered by me because of my position. So, that's why I never pursued you," he says, rubbing your fingers with his bigger ones. "Do you understand now?" Bruno asks you beseechingly, his eyes scavenging your face for any answers.

You take his hand that's been fiddling with your own and you press it against your cheek, twinkling at him. "I do."

"Mia ragazza, you're sweeter than anything in this world," he coos lovingly before stealing a blazing kiss from you. (My girl.) "Ti amo," he says in a barely-there whisper across the swell of your lips, his glazed-over eyes peering down at you through long lashes. (I love you.)

The words spilled out of his mouth like honey and you're left speechless.

"I know it's sudden, but don't feel like you have to—"

"I love you, Bruno. I always have... and I think you've known that."

Chuckling against your lips, he smirks. "I did."

Bruno blends his luscious lips with yours, his tongue seeking your own to savor you. Shifting atop you, he lies between your legs with his neverending erection pressing into your inner thigh while controlling the assertive kiss. Bruno encapsulates you in his warmth as he's still completely stripped and completely clinging to you like glue. Moving his head to the side, he deepens the kiss even more and bathes your tongue with his in wet curls. You moan his name and he hums before peppering wet kisses down your neck. He takes one of your thighs and brings it up, fastening it to his waist before slowly grinding into the fresh moisture between your legs. It's intrinsic for him to automatically search for your heat, wanting to always be close to you. In the back of his mind, there's an annoying voice telling him to stop and let you rest, but he can't. Not when you've both confessed to one another after years of fluctuating between do and don't. It's now time Bruno cherishes you with his entire heart.

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Ship in a bottle

Ft. Merman!Yoshikage Kira x F!Reader

Please you guys I love this idea so much you have no idea. I will defend merman Yoshikage with my life 😩. I was also terrified to post this but YOLO AHAHA SELF INDULGENCE 😔

Warnings: slight gore, mentions of killing, interspecies relationship (???), MONSTER FUCKING RAHHH (implied rahhhh), Kira’s hand fetish (also rahhhh), mating??. He’s a beautiful merman leave him be 😭

Summary: You and your fellow researcher Jotaro Kujo are out on the hunt for merfolk, legendary and beautiful creatures that have been believed to be nothing more than a legend. But they are in fact real. And they are twice as beautiful as the stories say.

It was gloomy, as to be expected whilst out on the open ocean. The wind whipped around you, howling softly as you observed the waves rocking against your cabin cruiser. Your fellow researcher, Jotaro Kujo, was standing beside you, his eyes transfixed on the radar screen in his hands.

So far there had been no sign of any large fish, which bummed you out to no avail. You had all day out here, which meant there was definitely bound to be something. Even if you didn’t catch a glimpse of what you were looking for, you might get to see a humpback whale or something.

That would make up for it… right?

Wrong. Even if the sight of the whales was beautiful on its own, you were out here looking for something specific. Something so specific that it made searching for it nearly impossible.

Especially since most people didn’t believe in mermaids.

“Hey do you see that?” Jotaro’s voice pulled you from your trance, forcing you to look over at the radar monitor. “I wonder if it’s a school or something.”

“No way.” You rushed over to him, doing your best to contain your excitement. “Do you want to get the diving gear?”

“No thanks.” He shrugged, shaking his head as he put away the monitor. “Just look at this weather. Plus there’s a chance that it’s not even them.” He sighed and looked at you, challenging your will. “Are you really willing to risk it? What if it is them and they’re hostile? What would you do then? Die?”

“I suppose I would.” You crossed your arms. “It’s in the name of science, so I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant that some of our questions would be answered.”

Jotaro opened his mouth to argue with you further, but stopped himself when he caught a glimpse of a uniquely patterned purple fishtail.

“Holy shit.” He rushed over to the side and you followed him.

“Don’t just stand there! Get the camera!” You grabbed his arm and shook him, only to be pushed to the side with a huff from him. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

A lavender colored tail, winding across the surface of the ocean. It looked to have some markings on it, but you were unable to tell what they formed due to how far away it was.

“Place your bets Kujo.” You breathed out, still in awe at the sight of the tail. “Maid or man?” You held out your hand and Jotaro immediately slapped 2,836 yen (equivalent to $20 usd) on it.

“Maid. Just look how elegant that tail is.” He paused, lowering the camera and staring out at the ocean in awe. “It’s too beautiful to belong to a man.” You scoffed and pulled out the same amount of yen, turning around and placing it underneath a nearby cup.

“I think it’s a man.” You sighed and leaned against the railing, watching as it faded out of sight slowly. “I mean did you see those markings? And the sheer size of it too. In the legends it’s said that mermaids are more delicate, as if to seduce the sailors. So it just makes more sense for it to be a man.”

“This isn’t some fantasy novel, L/n. They’re real, and we’ve officially spotted one. Forget everything you’ve ever read about them. We are now rewriting that, got it?” He scoffed and walked past you into the cruiser. You could hear your cat meow as the door opened, a signal that he was scared of the weather. Poor thing.

“Fine. It’s getting late anyways.” You sighed and followed after Jotaro. “I’ll take you back to shore since I know you’re not too fond of boats.”

“Gee you’re too kind.” He said sarcastically and lay down on the couch, his arms resting behind his head as he propped up his feet. Your cat, Killer Queen, eyed him warily before hopping up onto his chest. “It’s that I don’t like them, it’s just that I don’t come out on the water often.” Reluctantly, he pet KQ. “I’m based on the shore, you know that.”

“Yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes and set things to head back to the shore. It was only about fifty miles back, which was roughly a two and a half hour ride. You looked over your shoulder once you finished programming the location into the gps system. “Be gentle with KQ.” You warned. “He’s a bit of a biter.”

“Yeah.” Jotaro scoffed in response and used his hat to cover his face as he drifted off to sleep.

You went back to the deck and continued to watch the surface, hoping to catch another glimpse of the tail from earlier. Not even that. You just wanted to see at least one of the creatures you had been looking so long for.

Then you saw it.

The same tail from before, which was surprisingly close to your boat. It was surprising, since most sea creatures were scared by the churning water, but this one seemed to not care.

You watched it closely, pulled into a trance by the way it swirled around as it swam. It was beautiful.

And of course, this one was a killer.

Blood tainted the water’s surface, and the tail wriggled back into the water, disappearing from your sight entirely.

“Shit! Come back!!” You swore and leaned over the side, and right as you did the boat rocked and you fell over and into the water. You let out a scream, internally fearful of the beautiful beast that had just vanished from sight.

The harsh waves forced your head under, and you struggled against the current. Occasionally you’d resurface, and each time your boat was farther away.

You struggled and kicked violently, doing your best to fight against the strength of the current. But you were just pushed back under again.

However, this time you were met the face of a merman, who was staring at you rather intently.

He was even more beautiful than his tail, his blueish purple eyes staring deep into yours as you held onto him for dear life. His hands rested on your waist, his tail swirling around you as you began to feel lightheaded.

It was like he was able to sense that you were in need of air, and he took you up to the surface, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t be washed away by the current.

With a frantic gasp for air, you looked around for your boat, which appeared to be miles away now, just barely a spec in the distance. You felt your heart sink as you turned back to the creature that was holding you.

His eyes were focused on your hands, observing them as if they were the best thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

“Thank you!” You shouted, your voice being whisked away by the harsh winds. It was about to storm, and that scared you even more. You patted his shoulder so he would look at you, and once you made eye contact, you pointed at the boat in the distance. “I need your help getting to the boat!” You made sure to speak slowly and clearly, but he just stared at you with wide eyes.

Shit. Did he not understand you??

“Boat…” He repeated you, his voice deep and raspy. Your eyes lit up and you began to nod enthusiastically.

“Yes! Yes! Boat! I need to get back to my boat!” Thunder roared in the distance and you shivered, wincing at the sound. “Can you help me?”

His eyes had trailed down to your hands once again, his own hands meeting yours. You wriggled your fingers and he snapped back to reality, his expression unreadable.

“Please…” Your voice was weak, and you felt yourself getting lightheaded once again.

Then- everything faded to black. The last thing you remembered was the salty cold water washing over you as you clung to your inhuman savior.

“L/n what the hell?” Jotaro grumbled as he picked you off of the deck, stumbling slightly as the boat rocked harshly. The shore was in sight now, and you were only about fifteen minutes away from the base, which meant that Jotaro would be getting off and you’d be heading right back out to sea. “Don’t tell me you tried to swim in these conditions.”

“Oh fuck off.” You rolled your eyes and pushed past him, shakily walking into the cabin of the boat. “I fell in. And you owe me 2,876 yen.” You grabbed a towel and began to dry yourself off, turning your back to him to give yourself some privacy.

“What? Why-“ He stopped. “You saw the merperson from earlier??” His tone changed entirely, seemingly more excited now. “Wow. I can’t believe-“ Jotaro shook his head and sighed. “Never mind that. Your dumbass fell into the water during a storm. How did you even get back to the boat??”

“Pay up.” You looked over your shoulder with a smirk, sticking out your hand expectantly. “I fell in while observing him, and he saved me. Simple as that.”

“No. It’s not that simple.” He argued, handing you the money with a sigh. “Merfolk tend to make promises, something similar to a contract.” He paused and sat down on the couch, petting KQ gently as he spoke. “That merman you ran into will expect something from you in return, especially since he saved your life.”

“Aren’t you the one who told me to forget everything I’ve ever read about merfolk?” You turned around, giving him a glare. The boat rocked, a sign that you were now back at the base. “Whatever. We’re at the dock, so get off and log our information.” You waved him away.

“I’m serious L/n. You’d better be careful.” He began to pack up his things. “Just don’t die. You’re the only field operator that I can tolerate.” He grumbled and headed off the boat.

You sighed and began to strip yourself of your wet clothes, tossing them into the hamper as you made your way to your room. Once you pulled out a dry change of clothes and got changed, you programmed the location you were at earlier back into the navigational system and waited.

KQ seemed restless, but you couldn’t blame him. The wind was howling outside, forcing your boat to rock against the violent waves as you sailed back to where you had seen that merman.

You had some music playing in the background to ease your mind, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about what Jotaro had warned you about.

Merfolk wanting something in return? It was odd but you weren’t overly surprised. You just wanted to know if it was true.

Just then, something hit the side of the boat, resulting in a hiss from KQ. You hopped up from your seat and ran out to the deck, searching for what had just hit your boat, and sure enough, you were met with the face of your mer-savior.

“Well hello.” You let out a slight sigh of relief and walked over to where he was laying, his tail draped over the side and floating atop the water. Now you were allowed a better look at him, and oh boy was he a looker.

You debated on helping him onto the deck, but he seemed content sitting there, staring at your hands as if they were his next meal.

“Can you understand me?” You leaned down to his eye level, bracing yourself just in case the boat were to rock again. If he couldn’t understand you right now, then that’d be fine since you were bilingual.

However if he spoke his own language then you’d be fucked in terms of trying to understand his species.

Thankfully, he nodded, his gaze returning to your hands.

��Great! Oh uh…” You trailed off and put your hands in your pockets, hoping he would then be able to focus on your words. But as soon as you did so, he glared at you. “S-Sorry! I just want to as you a couple of things! That’s all..!” You stammered and brought your hands to your sides.

And like clockwork, his eyes returned to them.

You watched as he slowly reached out and took one of your hands in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing the top of his softly. Then, he moved to kiss your fingertips, closing his eyes with a sigh as he allowed his tongue to graze your skin.

“H-Hey.” You tried to pull your hand away but he stopped you, crawling up further onto the deck and looking you in your eyes.

“Quiet.” He spoke, seemingly annoyed by your response to his actions. You huffed and shut your mouth, watching in slight fear as he ran his tongue along your fingers.

His eyes met yours once again as he sucked on your fingers, letting out a pleased hun as he removed them from his mouth. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but struggled to find the right word to do so.

“Is this about you helping me earlier..?” You asked slowly, inching away from him slightly. He gave you a ‘how did you know’ type of look and nodded slowly, pulling himself closer to you. “U-Uh… so you like my hands..?”

He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining at the mention of your hands.

“What’s your name?” You paused and searched his eyes. “Do you have a name?”

He nodded again and made some form of clicking noise, as if trying to communicate with you in his own language. He then realized you couldn’t understand him and stopped halfway.

“Yoshikage.” He sounded unsure of his human pronunciation, but felt relieved when you nodded in understanding.

“Well Yoshikage, my name is Y/n-“ You brought your hand to your chest to emphasize your name belonged to your face- something similar to what a mother would do to a learning child.

But he stopped paying attention at the movement of your hand. And to your surprise, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him without a second thought. He brought your hand to his face and forced you to caress his cheek, relishing in the warmth of your touch.

“You see Yoshikage, I have some questions about your kind.” You began to go along with him, your thumb gently rubbing against his cold skin. “Would you be willing to answer them for me?”

He ignored you.

“Yoshikage?” You stopped moving your thumb and he gave you an annoyed huff. “Fine, fine.” You continued to pet him, your hand moving up to his damp hair, your fingers running through it in a calming manner. Yoshikage let out a pleased sigh and leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

You opened your mouth to speak again, but you were interrupted by him pushing you to the floor of the deck. And naturally, it was wet, which meant your fresh change of clothes was too.

“Quiet.” He repeated the same word from earlier and began to strip you of your clothes.

“H-Hey wait if this is about you saving my life and all then maybe we can talk about this-“ You put your hands on his chest and pushed him back, but he resumed his position and stared into your eyes.

“Quiet.” He repeated, and this time it sounded like he was trying to… comfort you..? Either way it was odd, but you couldn’t help but shiver as his cold hand met your bare stomach, slowly trailing up to your breasts.

“Well I’ll admit you are quite handsome.” You sighed and relaxed slightly. “But I have to ask- do merfolk go out before they get busy or do they just get right to business?” You teased and brought your hand up to his cheek, watching his face flush with a smirk.

“Quiet…” his voice was softer, but still stern, as if his resolve was slowly slipping away. It was as if he didn’t know what to do as far as your body. He really only seemed to want your hands, but hey, if he was willing to take more then you’d let him.

It’s in the name of science, of course, so you don’t mind it one bit.

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