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Jealousy Headcanons: Duwang Gang

↳ Characters included are Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, Koichi Hirose, and Rohan Kishibe. Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Hinted to take place after the death of Yoshikage Kira.

A/n: What a beautiful duwang! Real talk, I’ve been wanting to write a headcanon list for this group for a long time, now. Bless these boys, none of them (except for Koichi) know what they’re doing. I really hope y’all enjoy. <3

Warning(s): Canon-typical violence and swearing.

Josuke Higashikata

-> The Silent

The immediate feeling that washes over Josuke after realizing he’s become jealous is guilt.

If he has the luxury of being alone, he’ll pace around his bedroom while entertaining a lengthy argument with himself. It takes everything in him not to raise a hand up to his mouth and press a nail or two between clenched teeth. There’s a game of tug of war occurring inside his head and he’s nothing if not a slave to fully investing himself in the conflict.

If he isn’t alone, and especially if he’s with you, there is seemingly no dent made in his chill persona. Not a single person around him would be able to tell the internal conflict running through his mind. Not even you.

His usually relaxed thoughts are disrupted with an ocean of insecurity. “What if” questions plaguing him and internally souring his mood.

It’s a foreign feeling for him to experience. Especially considering you tend to bring out a very proud side of his personality. Ever since he started going out with you, everyday life has only gotten brighter.

And although he’d never be caught mentioning it out loud, there’s a part of him that’s mindful of the fact that usually he’s the one others grow jealous of.

He’s running in mental circles, a back and forth. Agonizing over just the idea of being jealous between taking the brunt of his emotions all at once.

All while he says absolutely nothing on the matter.

He may end up distancing himself for a day or two depending on just how lost in his own head he gets. He doesn’t seek out your company, and that’ll be the only telltale sign of how he’s truly feeling.

Even then, whenever you do see him, nothing appears to be wrong. He’ll smile at you all the same. His tone is cheerful as ever, and there’s no falter present in his laugh.

Because he can’t help but be ashamed for feeling this way, he’ll do anything in his power to make sure you don’t notice. He’ll continue to play the part of your never bothered, always cheery boyfriend.

He will only bring up his dilemma to Koichi.

Being involved in a relationship himself, Josuke figures he would best understand his point of view. He does his best to hear him out (he did go to him, after all), but Koichi telling him that it’s unhealthy to internalize how he’s feeling isn’t going to get Josuke to budge.

Josuke knows you’re loyal. He does trust you... so how could he possibly compromise that trust by mentioning something as silly as jealousy? Being open and honest is usually his go to. He tells you everything. But this...? There’s a little voice in his head telling him not to. And not even sound advice from a close friend can get him to stop listening.

If you’re observant enough to catch onto him avoiding you while simultaneously greeting you as if nothing’s wrong, bringing it up bluntly will finally force him to open his damn mouth.

He’s nervous; more nervous than he’s ever been around you in the past. It doesn’t take long before the word vomit starts pooling from his mouth, littered between a plethora of apologies. His eyes never meet yours until he’s done talking, hands continuously picking and pulling at one another.

Believe it or not, talking it through with you actually helps! Who knew? Certainly not Josuke.

After that first incident, dealing with his jealousy becomes a lot more manageable. Although it doesn’t happen often, it still does happen.

And he’s still not inclined to make a scene if he can help it.

Josuke’s opinion of guys who freak out on their partner or anyone who they feel threated by- even by the loosest stretch of the imagination -is very low. He will certainly talk to you about it, but in private and merely to express his emotions rather than to criticize you in any way.

The only real exception to this, is if someone’s actively hitting on you and repeatedly not taking the hint. How he approaches the situation largely depends on you.

If you’re not afraid of confrontation, he’s going to be at your side with a smug expression on his face the entire time. Your ability to stand up for yourself can make him melt on the spot. He lets you go at it, watching you with a smile brimming with puppy love. He just cannot help but fawn over how cool you are.

Once you’ve made your point, he’ll happily back you up lightheartedly. Even to the point of mocking the person who dared to ignore every “no” you threw their way. People like that deserve to get knocked down a peg, and Josuke’s eager to help.

If you’re more meek in approaching these situations, and tend to shoot Josuke glances pleading for his aid, he’s happy to help. It feeds into his ego a bit, honestly.

He’ll make a point to wrap an arm around you, throwing his best intimidating side-eye to the person daring to make you feel uncomfortable. Hell, he’ll even puff out his chest a little too.

Once again, he’s not above insulting them. His words are vicious and more than a little rude. He is a delinquent, after all.

Josuke isn’t a really fan of getting violent in these situations, though. The only reason he would get to that point is if the other person grows violent first and he needs to defend himself.

If they take it that far, they’re asking for it in his book. He doesn’t feel any need to use Crazy Diamond against something so trivial, more than a little confident in his own strength.

That said, if the flirtatious bastard is enough to make you really upset, he will use his stand to rearrange their appearance in an attempt to make you laugh. Yeah, it’s a bit twisted, but his youthful mischievousness is likely to earn him a smile from you.

That said, if someone flirts with you and tries to brush him off by dissing his hair- all cards are off the table. Openly flirting with you in front of him and dissing his hair? That person must have a death wish.

You may want to look away.

Okuyasu Nijimura

-> The Emotional

Unlike his best friend, Okuyasu wears his heart on his sleeve at all times.

Expressing emotions, even negative or embarassing ones, is not something he shies away from. No, not even in public.

When he first confessed his feelings to you, he was certainly more than a little shy. But when you gladly reciprocated, you’re positive the entirety of Morioh shook with his joyous response.

It’s because of this that Okuyasu experiencing jealousy is quite the roller-coaster of emotion. If he’s jealous, everyone and their mother will likely know.

His immediate response is confusion.

Not over how he’s feeling per se, but instead over what to do about it. Painfully aware of his own intellegence, he’ll agonize over how he should respond. Jealousy is rather complicated in his opinion, and his biggest concern is accidentally pushing you away via his reaction.

He is decisive, though, so it’s not something he’s going to mull it over for very long.

And if you’re right beside him, the likelihood of you diffusing his jealousy right in that very moment is quite high. So, although it’s not uncommon for him to be jealous, he’s quick to let it go.

In most cases, that’s where the story ends.

Sometimes, though, if the feeling is strong enough or if you’re not able to talk with him, it’ll go a bit further.

In those instances, the emotion that follows his confusion is anger. More accurately, it’s defensiveness masked with a display of frustration.

It’s written all over his face, eyebrows furrowing and eyes turning sharp. The delivery of his words are rather harsh and unfiltered (well, more than usual).

This anger won’t ever be directed at you, though. Okuyasu cares about you far too much.

If he can’t direct it at a specific individual that’s (according to him) the source of his jealousy, he’ll instead grow angry with himself. Mainly because his jealousy stems from an insecure belief that he’s not good enough for you.

If he gets this upset, it’s best to leave him to let out his frustrations before going to speak with him on the matter. Hell, Josuke is a better support for Okuyasu when he’s dealing with the bulk of his emotions.

Not much time is needed; no more than a day. And because he respects you greatly, if you give him that tiny- yet definitely needed -space, he’ll gladly hear you out with a fresher mindset.

Okuyasu is almost always going to be soothed by your affirmations.

Sweet words about how you’re with him because you want to be, and that nothing so small could form a wedge between the two of you, is very reassuring for him.

Jealousy is going to be more of a prevalent hurtle for the both of you to work on at the beginning of the relationship. He was still getting used to the idea that you really do like him as more than just a friend. It’s sweet, sure, but the insecurity is something the two of you work on together.

As time passes, and he digests the fact that you’re not going to leave him for the first person that flirtatiously glances your way, he cools off a lot. In fact, he starts having a hard time taking the people who hit on you seriously.

Namely, he’s going to laugh at any poor bastard trying to make a move on you. Because “Ha! Get a move on, loser! Can’t you see their taken?”

His mocking may not be as well-thought out as Josuke’s, but they can cut just as deep. And his delivery is almost always sure to bring a smile to your face. Okuyasu is always proud when he’s the cause of your glee.

That said, getting defensive is still a knee-jerk reaction at times. It only applies if someone doesn’t want to take “no” as an answer.

Doesn’t matter how capable you are in defending yourself, if someone pushes it, he’s quickly going to follow it up with threats. Partially out of affectionate protectiveness, and also in part because he likes to think of himself as your knight in shining armor.

He tries to be as suave as he can while threatening a stranger with a fist to the face. One second he’s throwing insults, the next he’s giving you a smile along with a cheeky wink.

As far as he’s concerned, someone messing with his boyfriend/girlfriend better be prepared for a pair of knuckles meeting harshly with their jaw.

Okuyasu’s like an angry dog barking loudly at anyone getting too close. Least you know no one will ever dare to mess with you for very long.

Koichi Hirose

-> The Logical

Out of everyone in the Duwang gang, Koichi is the least susceptible to jealousy. Actually, scratch that. He’s the least susceptible to jealousy in all of Morioh.

Especially after developing Echoes act 3, his thought process just doesn’t leave a lot of room for doubts in both you and himself.

If someone’s attempting to flirt with you, he’s more likely to grow annoyed rather than jealous.

He’ll throw them an unamused glance, eyebrow raised as if daring them to continue further. He’ll turn back to you, mentioning loudly enough for them to hear how obnoxious he finds their behavior to be. Returning the favor with a smile almost always does the trick, often prompting them to give up.

If they don’t, and press further, Koichi is prone to suggesting that the two of you go somewhere else. He never returns any animosity thrown towards him, not letting it get to him much. Yeah, they may be hurling low-hanging insults towards him, but he’s the one with you on his arm.

His casualness in those situations is so consistent to the point where Josuke and Okuyasu each comment on how they don’t understand it.

When a situation arises where they know they’d be jealous, the two just cannot wrap their head around how calm he is. Koichi merely laughs them off, almost finding their confusion to be amusing.

Koichi’s grown a lot, and he just can’t find it within himself to give into insecurities he considers unnecessary. All that, in his mind, should really be left in the past.

Adding to his confidence, is you yourself.

Koichi adores you, and would honestly trust you with his life. So why would he ever grow jealous of an old friend? What on earth could some random person at a party provide you in a short, two minute conversation that would warrant any defensiveness? Why would he feel threatened by a coworker? It’s not like he can tell you to avoid them.

In fact, he’s very aware of the fact that he can't tell you what to do in general. Or rather, he simply won’t. It’s not in his nature to be controlling or hover over you like that.

Not because you’ve brought it up or it's ever been an issue in the past. It’s simply because... that’s not a real relationship in his eyes. He’s not bossy or pushy- you started dating him because that was your decision at the end of the day. And that alone is enough proof to him that being jealous really isn’t worth it.

Now, if by some miracle he does grow jealous, it’s not going to last very long. Again, Koichi is just too levelheaded.

He is going to grow downcast, saddened by his own perspective of the situation. This is because he’ll only get to the point of jealousy if he believes you’ve returned someone’s advances- whether it was by word of mouth or something he saw with his own two eyes.

And because you care for him as earnestly as he does for you, his jealousy likely occurs due to an honest misunderstanding.

Koichi will approach you on the matter himself, and will do so calmly. Even if he saw something, he doesn’t want to become more upset before he hears what you have to say. After all, you’ve never disappointed him before.

Because of his strong trust in you, after he details his perspective on the matter, he asks that you explain your side of the situation to him.

Koichi’s demeanor is very controlled and polite, hiding a certain degree of genuine worry. He listens with baited breath, internally praying that he simply misread what happened.

And to his relief, that’s all it ever ends up being.

Just like that, the both of you are quickly back to normal. Worries evaporate from within his mind, and he’s back to his usual sweet self.

Genuinely the best boyfriend here, no contest.

Rohan Kishibe

-> The Denier

Oh, boy.

First thing’s first, it should be noted that The Great Rohan Kishibe does not grow jealous. It’s not even a question, and honestly, expecting him to explain such a thing is an insult. Men and women alike fawn over him; anyone would be lucky to have him. You’re lucky to have him.

And to his credit, Rohan really doesn’t grow jealous very often.

His confidence in himself may cross the line into narcissism, but it doesn’t lead him to give into jealousy very often.

Like Koichi, he knows that if you’re with him, it’s because you truly care. Even more so, considering Rohan knows (if only slightly) that he’s not the easiest person to be around.

Nope! He certainly doesn’t become jealous very often… not never, like he’s worked so hard to have you believe.

For Rohan to become jealous requires specific circumstances. Some random person approaching you at a party or bar isn’t going to pose much of a threat to his ego.

On the contrary, it feeds into his ego.

You’re a beautiful individual; it’s no question as to why others would try and approach you. But, of course, you always turn them away seeing as you’re already his.

In those instances, he’s as dismissive as Koichi, coupled with a tongue as sharp as Josuke’s. Rolling his eyes, wrapping an arm around you, straight up ignoring the person trying to talk to you, kissing you out of the blue- he’s got every weapon in his arsenal equipped to ensure you’re left alone.

If it gets to the point where you’re growing visibly nervous or uncomfortable, Rohan’s words are the nastiest you’ve ever seen. But the display isn’t necessarily out of jealousy, as it is out of shock and frustration that they’d persist. He’s not going to let anyone speak to you in such a way.

But when it pertains to an old friend, the one you were talking about meeting up with for a week straight... now that’s what makes his chest tighten.

Rohan’s going to be in a bad mood because of it, but it’s not too distinct from his usual behavior. No, he’s just a little more quiet than normal. And by the time you cheerfully tell him about seeing this friend of yours, he thinks he may go nuts.

Rohan’s immediate response is to completely shut himself out from everyone, while simultaneously denying any thought he has over being jealous in the first place.

The time he spends locked inside his office is insanely alarming.

At first, you question whether or not you should even say anything about it. Yes, you’re obviously concerned for his health, but Rohan falls into his exaggerated version of workaholic-mode from time to time. And you know him well enough to understand he requires a very careful approach to be pulled out of it.

No, what really warns you that something’s wrong, is that even Koichi asks you if Rohan is doing okay.

His concern takes you aback, and only makes your heart sink further when Josuke (of all people) speaks up about it as well. He’s a lot more reserved about showing any worry, but it’s enough to let you know that something is fundamentally off.

Prodding Rohan for an explanation is going to take a good while.

He’s so unused to feeling jealousy in any capacity that he outright refuses to even admit it to himself.

No, he just needs to work and not interact with anyone. Why? Because he has to; don’t question him. There’s so much he needs to do. You’re far too busy with your old friend in town to pay him any mind anyway.

And that’s exactly the sentiment you finally manage to pull from him.

He spits it out it with crossed arms, not once meeting your gaze. But it’s a mistake (in his mind), because it gets the cogs turning in your mind.

You end up realizing Rohan’s jealous before he does.

Affirmations that you love him is a must, and don’t even bring up the fact that he grew jealous- it would only continue to stir the pot. You know Rohan well, confident in how you choose your words when talking to him about it.

He refuses to give you any indication that he's listening, of course, but one brief glance your way cracks his hardened outer shell.

The look on your face... it initiates this weird sinking feeling deep inside his gut. Just thinking of could halt his movements.

Yes, realistically, he could just use his stand to check whether or not his concern is warranted.

But, for one thing, he’s already promised you he wouldn't do that to you. Setting boundaries is extremely important to Rohan, so he respects the ones you set in return. So much so that the thought of using Heaven’s Door on you doesn’t cross his mind once.

And that look on your face, soft and melancholy upon the realization that he’s been doubting you... he honestly doesn’t need to use his stand to know he's severely misread your relationship with your old friend.

His own ability to recognize how poorly he misunderstood the situation is something he figures he’ll have to unpack at a later time. In that moment, he was just relieved. He told you, rather stubbornly, that he supposes he was wrong. In own his weird, twisted way, that was how he apologized.

In short, being with you is a humbling experience for a person like Rohan and this instance of becoming jealous is certainly a part of that.

Weirdly enough, to his internal surprise, it’s ultimately a pleasurable development. Not like he’d ever tell you, though.

With the passage of time, he even lets you tease him over it. The two of you playfully go back and forth, bringing up times where you both got so jealous. It’s all in good fun, his confidence in your feelings for him stronger than ever.

In reality, him having a bit of humor about it is a clear sign that he’s growing into the relationship more and more. And him being able to be more transparent around you makes it easier for him to talk to you in the future if he gets that jealous again.

There’s still room for growth, but such things are almost always a gradual process for someone like Rohan.

That said, only you’re allowed to make any sort of teasing remarks about the whole ordeal. Anyone else isn’t worthy of doing so.

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 — 𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), this is a dark fic, yandere!rohan, improper use of heaven’s door, toxic relationship, forced consent, creampie mention, suggested mindbreak, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“That’s perfect,” Rohan crooned, the only sound audible over the scribbling of his rapid sketching. his emerald eyes coruscate as he admires the vulgar visage you had no choice but to display for him. “Keep that pitiful expression.”

your face was flushed, cheeks hot and eyes glassy. there was a minuscule puddle of drool on the floor underneath your jaw. your eyebrows are cinched together, teeth sank into your lower lip as you muffle the pathetic whines that can’t seem to end. you’re panting, and so is he, because he’d practically ripped himself off of you and stumbled over to his desk to grab his supplies. the muscles in your toes were cramped up where they’d been curled so tightly, your thighs trembling, but you keep them spread wide as your knees ache, planted firmly on the hard floor. “Roh—“

Rohan cut you a warning glare, pursing his lips, “Shh, sh sh, shh,” the tip of the pen screams as it shoots across the sketch pad, “keep your mouth slack, just like before. Talking will only soil the realism. If I don’t capture this look on your face right now, I might simply go insane.” you could tell by the twinkle of obsession in his eyes, that he wasn’t exaggerating.

but still, you longed to move. to stretch your cramping muscles, to pick your sore cheek off the side of the hard floor. you could still feel Rohan’s foot planting it there, smearing his sole over your face and applying enough pressure on your head to make you dizzy. “W—when can I get up?”

“Spread your ass cheeks.” he barked, ignoring you, brows furrowed in concentration. “Show me the damage I’ve done already.”

eliciting a pathetic and hardly audible whine of subservience, your hands move before your brain can catch up with the demand, prying your globes apart and, thus, allowing a gush of cocktailed release — both Rohan’s and yours — from your cunt. it was spasming, milking nothing, and each time you clenched, you snagged your lip with your teeth. it’s not like you wanted to enjoy how roughly Rohan fucked you, or how sloppy he wanted his muse to be. you didn’t want to cum when he hurt you, but you didn’t have a choice. you couldn’t fight what had been etched into your psyche, literally.

Heaven’s Door. that’s what he’d called it when he explained it to you; an ability that only he possessed. you couldn’t see these powers, but somehow, you knew he wasn’t lying to you.

and you’d seen him use it before — bizarrely enough, though, trying to recall those moments were impossible.

Rohan promised never to use Heaven’s Door on you, but that was before you tried to leave him.

now, you didn’t have to ask him how he could make you do things even though you didn’t want to do them, or why you had blank patches in your memory all the time. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t fix your mouth to form the questions. he had, somehow, used his ability on you, and was keeping you muzzled and obedient now. with no freedom in sight.

Rohan moans out loud, clenching the pen in his hand when he sees the delicious destruction, “That’s it!” he cries, and you could see his cock, still hard and throbbing, beading with more spunk. he wants to grab himself and milk the rest of it out of him, you can tell, but to let go of his pen would mean he would lose the momentum at which he was creating a mirror of your position. “That’s exactly what I want to see, your body fucked out and shaking, your mind slipping, little by little. I’m going to fuck you stupid before long, and I’ll be able to immortalize that, too— once I’ve turned you into my brainless, little fuck doll. Look at how pretty you look.”

Rohan leans forward, flipping the pad around to show you, and you want to be humiliated. no, more than that, you want to cry. reduced to little more than his pathetic possession, you stare at the equally helpless girl in black and white on the paper. she looks less alive than you thought you did, less herself— or, yourself. were you becoming that? were you losing… you?

“I don’t…” your mouth fights each syllable, trying to keep you from speaking. “I don’t like…. This….”

for a moment, Rohan’s brow arches, and he tears the portrait from the pad, tossing it into a stack of at least a hundred more that were similar. all of you. fucked. ruined. “Oh?” he inquires, half taunting, “you’re unhappy?”

yes. god, yes. please, let your lips work with you. “Y—yes…” you wished you could use your hands to push up off the floor, but they don’t want to obey as easily as your mouth, one slipping forward to plug your desperate opening with two fingers, and you whimper. “I want…” to go home! for you to let me go! help! all of these were options that you tried to force to the edge of your tiers, but none found themselves upon them, and instead, your fingers pumped into you, curling at the knuckle, and your mouth betrayed your mind, “I want you to fuck me, Rohan. Again, and again, and again. I want to lose my mind on your cock…”

no! no, no, no!

at the very least, please let me keep my mind!

“Take everything from me. I want to belong completely… to you.”

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conellu · 1 year

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Sleeping Together (literally) Headcanons

Vinegar Doppio/Reader

Kira Yoshikage/Reader

Rohan Kishibe/Reader

Sleeping headcanons for doppio, kira, and rohan. Nothing sexual, no pronouns for reader, Diavolo mentioned once for Doppio, no killing mention for Kira, and Rohan isn’t as much of a dickhead as he could be

also posted on my AO3

-human space heater, so much so that you have to sleep in the least amount of clothes possible -he will cuddle you and you cannot escape this -when he comes home late he wraps as much of his body as he can around you -sweats A LOT if he has blankets on -nightmares? you bet. please hold him. -will nuzzle his nose into your neck and place small kisses there -if you’re both going to sleep at the same time (which is rare), he wants to lay face to face and stroke your face gently -never there in the morning, sometimes leaves you lil notes with doodles, sometimes leaves you a voicemail, all depends on how urgent Boss is -needs to have white noise on at the very least, prefers to have soft music playing though -snores often, not very loudly

-dude is a fucking rock when he’s sleeping -doesn’t move, doesn’t snore (unless he’s sick) -will not go to sleep cuddling you but does not put up a fight if you curl up on his side (please do this, he enjoys the closeness secretly, especially if you snuggle up near him like a cat) -often goes to bed at the same time as you, very rarely do you not fall asleep together -you guys also wake up together, no extra cuddle time sorry -if you’re sick and have to stay in bed, he writes out a quick note and places it on the nightstand along with water and medicine -prefers little to no sound at night, white noise is the most he wants -will have Killer Queen curl up near you if he’s busy in another room and you’re already laying down -doesn’t mind small kisses before bed

-very rarely does he fall asleep at the same time as you, your sleep schedules (do not fight him on this, he will make you go to bed) -does cuddle you, arm around your waist and as close to you as possible -does not move after he falls asleep, poor boy is too exhausted -if you move he rolls over and that’s about it, feel free to be his big spoon when you return (he loves this) -is cold, please do not steal his blankets -do not mention the cuddles outside of the bedroom, he will deny it or say that you make him -does snore, sometimes loudly -does not care if there’s noise or not, when he’s falling asleep he’s falling sleep -would prefer if you guys were on the same sleep schedule but he’s aware that’s just not possible

#jjba x reader #doppio x reader #vinegar doppio x reader #kira yoshikage x reader #yoshikage kira x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #kishibe rohan x reader #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #headcanon #headcanons #im gonna go fix lunch now

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randoimago · 1 year

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Can I have headcanons with Jotaro (Starlight Crusaders), Rohan and Josuke (Diamond is Unbreakable) with a s/o who's initially scared of their stand, cuz theyve never heard of it?

Helping S/O That's Scared of Their Stand

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Rohan Kishibe

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): So I kind of did this for Josuke except it was a platonic ask. There might be some similarities here because of that!

Part 3 Jotaro

He's an asshole to many, but you're his S/O so he tries to be more on the soft side. Still a bit rough around the edges, but he tries. Although depending on how you display your fear - if you're crying a lot, for example - then he snaps at you.

Jotaro tells you it's not an evil spirit and that it actually keeps you safe. Would try to relate to you as he put himself in jail in fear he'd hurt people he cared about. But he's fine and you'll be fine too.

Might bring his own stand out to show you that you're not alone in this. It might scare you more and he'll be annoyed - mainly at himself, not you - but just to show you that he'll do his best to help you through this.

Josuke

A million questions runs through his mind because he wants to find out how you got a stand. Was it with the arrow? If so, he wants to ask about that so he can get rid of the damn thing.

But he also knows that you need comforting and not questioning so he does his best with trying to cheer you up and letting you know that you're okay and safe and fine.

He was sure as hell scared of his own stand when he first got it, but he didn't have anyone to help him through it. You have him though and he'll do his best to take care of you!

Rohan

Uses Heaven's Door to make you not afraid. Well he doesn't but he does get the temptation to do so.

Also fights the temptation to draw some manga based off of your scared expression as this does give him some ideas for a story.

Tries to explain stands to you to the best of his abilities. He thinks that if you have a better understanding (no pun intended, he'd never resort to that) then it should be less scary for you.

His stand might not be the best for training you to use yours and understand yours, so he'll ask Koichi for help. Maybe meeting other stand users would help you feel better too. At least, that's his hope.

#jjba x reader #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #josuke x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #rohan x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader

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mints-bizarre-posts · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes #61

Y/n : Do you take constructive criticism?

Rohan : I only take cash or credit

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milkdreams-official · 9 months

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Reading with Rohan Kishibe (Married) Headcanons

You and your husband, Rohan, have taken the day off together. It’s a lazy afternoon and clear, warm sunlight comes through the window while the two of you cuddle and read on the couch.

- Rohan loves being close to you, and even though he was unsure of cuddling in the beginning of your relationship, spending time with you has turned him into a dedicated and skilled cuddler. Cuddling while reading is one of his new favorite things.

- He enjoys reading with you and sharing a blanket, but he will hog the blanket from you playfully.

- He will tease you if you read too slowly or if you mess up too many times.

- While you read to him, he will play with your hair or wrap his arm around you and lean his head against you.

- If your time together is disturbed by a phone call or a visitor at the door, he will immediately take care of it and he will be very irritated.

- Sometimes, he doodles in your books.

- If you are a foodie and you get food stains and crumbs on the books when you read them, he will scold you for being careless. He will also scold you if you damage the cover or binding of the books. He will scold you for not taking care of books, he values knowledge.

- If you read to him long enough, he will drift off to sleep. If you don’t wake him up, you will be stuck in that place until he wakes up on his own because he is too heavy to move.

- When he reads to you, he will ask you questions to make sure you understand what he is reading. He will also ask you questions just to see if you know what something means even though he doesn’t even know himself. He will not admit when he does not know something, unless you pressure him a bit.

- He will start to kiss you in the middle of reading.

- When you are finished reading together, there will be jokes, laughter, and happiness about the new things you learned together. Then, he will fall over in your lap and complain about something petty while you stroke his hair.

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sterngiirl · 1 year

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Anywhere but home.

Rohan Kishibe x reader.

NSFW, foreplay at the end, a bit semi-public! Also a bit horrific? Enemies to lover dynamics. (;

Rohan is 25 years old in this fic, you are 21, minor age gap.

Summary: You move into a new house in Morioh, hoping for a fresh start. But soon after you settle in, you begin to notice strange things happening. Objects move on their own, and you hear whispers in the middle of the night. You also start having vivid nightmares that seem to have a connection to the house.

Desperate for answers, you turn to Rohan Kishibe, who is known for his supernatural investigations.

A/N: I re-watched ‘Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan’ recently, and this show is so good. So here I am, trying to write a kind of ‘horrific’ inspired story. It’s my first time writing in this genre, but I enjoyed it very much! So, please enjoy. (;

Word count: 13k (turn out longer than I thought).

Morioh, Café Deux Magots, 9 am.

You sighed heavily, the fatigue and stress evident in your voice as you spoke. "They keep whispering: 'You belong in this house, you can't escape'. It wakes me up at night, I haven't slept for two weeks." You said, your voice shaking with exhaustion.

You glanced wearily at your coffee cup, the dark liquid providing the only source of energy to keep you going. "I wasn't a fan of coffee, but it's the only thing keeping me awake at this point," you added, feeling defeated and lost.

You knew you weren't crazy, and that your house was haunted. After two months of unexplainable occurrences and eerie whispers, you had to face the truth.

You had sought out the most arrogant resident of Morioh, Rohan Kishibe, hoping for some kind of solution to your problem. However, his response was far from sympathetic. "Humpf. Considering the state of your face, it's not surprising, really," he retorted, his voice dripping with mock concern.

Your eyes were bloodshot and your hair was unkempt, evidence of the sleepless nights you had endured, there was nothing funny about your situation.

Despite his lack of empathy, you knew Rohan was your only hope, unfortunately. You leaned in, desperation creeping into your voice. "Please, Rohan. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't live like this."

Rohan leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze focused on you as if trying to read your thoughts. You could feel his eyes on you, evaluating your situation and coming up with a solution. Finally, he broke the silence with a matter-of-fact statement.

"Moves out, changes house."

You felt a surge of frustration at the suggestion. If only it was that simple.

You had invested everything you had into buying this house and moving to Morioh, and now you were trapped in it. The thought of leaving the town that had captured your heart was unbearable. You had your friends there, your job and study.

"Not everyone has your fortune," you retorted, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice. "I put everything into this house to be in Morioh. I have no solutions."

The sky above the city was a canvas of bright colors, with hues of orange, yellow, and pink blending seamlessly together. The sun was shining high, casting a warm glow over the town, even though it was still early in the morning. The café terrace was a pleasant spot to enjoy the beautiful day, with a gentle spring breeze blowing through the area, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

As you sat at the table, sipping your coffee, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the moment of peace amidst the chaos of your house. The warm sun on your skin and the soft breeze in your hair were soothing, and for a moment, you almost forgot about the whispers and shadows that haunted your every waking moment.

Looking around, you noticed the other patrons of the café, chatting and laughing with each other, completely unaware of the darkness that lurked in your home. It was a strange feeling, knowing that you were the only one experiencing this horror.

"Koichi told me I could ask for your help," you said, trying to keep your tone respectful.

"Koichi thinks I'm friends with everyone, I'm not," Rohan replied in a disinterested manner, not bothering to look up from his coffee cup.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at Rohan's response. Feeling frustrated and a bit defeated, you took a deep breath and tried to assert yourself. "But you know me," you said, trying to reason with him. "You have a unique set of skills that might be useful in my situation."

Rohan's smirk widened as he leaned back in his chair. "And here I thought you were just another superstitious fool," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But it seems like you're actually serious about this." As he makes his comment he looks up at you.

“Complimenting me? You really got there?” he continued, sarcastically, “You are really desperate.”

You felt a surge of anger rising within you, but you swallowed it back down. Rohan was your last hope. "Yes, I'm serious," you replied, trying to keep your voice calm. "I've been living in that house for two months now, and I know that it's haunted. I can't explain the things that have been happening."

Rohan raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Like what?" he asked.

"Like the voices," you say, frustrated to repeat yourself, shuddering at the memory. "They whisper to me in the middle of the night. And then there are the shadows - they move like they have a life of their own. Also… It seems like the objects are moving and floating."

Rohan leaned forward, his eyes gleaming this time with small interest. "This sounds like something out of a horror movie," he said, still amused.

You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your cool. "And also, Rohan, just because I believe in ghosts doesn't mean I'm crazy. And just because I'm asking for your help doesn't mean I'm a fool." you retorted, almost matching his sassy energy.

Rohan raised an eyebrow, his smirk still in place. "I never said you were crazy or a fool," he said with a fake offended tone. "But you have to admit, a fortnight ago you were perfectly normal. That’s why I’m suspicious.”

You let out a sigh, feeling some of your tension dissipate a little. "I know it's a long shot," you said, "but I'm desperate. I'll do whatever it takes to get rid of these ghosts and reclaim my home."

Rohan reached for a sheet of paper and a pencil, ready to capture your expression. "I don't take this kind of story lightly," he said, "But you seem really, really, really hopeless.” The way he emphasized the word 'really' irked you. “Let me capture that."

You frowned, feeling irritated by his dismissive attitude. "I'm not a character for your manga," you protested weakly.

Rohan simply shrugged and began sketching, his pencil moving quickly over the paper. You watched him in silence, feeling a mix of frustration and exhaustion. Finally, he finished and held up the sketch for you to see.

You stared at the drawing, it was perfectly done, nothing surprising. But strangely, you were disappointed that the only time he drew you was because of your depressed and tired face. Plus, Rohan hadn't made a single effort to make you more charming.

"I hate you, I really do," you said through gritted teeth.

As you sat across from Rohan, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at his demeanor. It seemed like he was always looking for a way to put you down, always trying to one-up you with his snarky comments and sly remarks.

Rohan merely chuckled and put the sketch away. "Don't be so dramatic," he said, "It's just a sketch."

As Rohan's hand closed around his coffee cup, his gaze remained locked on you. It was a piercing stare that made your skin tingle and your heart rate quicken. His green eyes seemed to scrutinize every detail of your face, as if searching for something deeper within you. You couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort under his intense gaze, almost as if he was trying to read your mind.

You noticed a small smirk playing on his lips, as if he knew exactly what effect he was having on you. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes burned with a fierce intensity that made you feel like you were under a microscope. It was almost as if he was challenging you to make a move, to push back against his words.

Despite your annoyance at his nonchalant demeanor, you couldn't deny the magnetic pull he had on you. It was a strange mix of attraction and frustration that left you feeling both exhilarated and irritated. You found yourself wondering what it would be like to get closer to him, to understand the depths of his mind that seemed to be hidden beneath his sassy and arrogant personality.

You had known each other for two years, but it always felt like an uphill battle to get along with him. Your relationship had been strained from the beginning, with your shared constant bickering and snarky remarks. He hated the way you handled him with such a lack of interest.

When you first met, you were still a student and had to travel from S city to Morioh for your studies. But now, after settling down permanently a few months ago, you had to face him on a regular basis. It wasn't easy to deal with his (sometimes) cruel personality, but you tried your best to maintain a cordial relationship with him for the sake of Koichi.

And yet, there was always an underlying tension between the two of you.

You both shared a passion for art and culture as you were a journalist and photographer, which should have brought you closer together. But instead, it felt like another point of contention between you. However, deep down, you couldn't deny the fact that there was something intriguing about Rohan that drew you in. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to your relationship than meets the eye.

Breaking the tense silence that had built up dangerously, you spoke up, “So? Now that you believe me, and you're sure I'm not playing a sick joke on you, will you agree to help me?"

"Of course, I'll help you," he said. You couldn't help but notice his serious tone as he responded to your request. He seemed to be considering something, his words cryptic and mysterious. "But only if you're willing to help me in return."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering what Rohan could possibly need help with from you.

But before you could ask, he continued, "I have a new idea for my manga, and I think you could help me with it." The great Rohan Kishibe, asking for your help? This was unexpected.

Was this a genuine gesture, or just another one of his games? You couldn't help but feel a twinge of hope concerning your situation.

Still, you were curious. "How can I help?" you asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied enigmatically, "but for now, let's focus on your haunted house. Who knows, maybe this story will inspire me just as well." He shrugged, and brought his coffee cup to his lips.

The Rohan you knew so well, would have relished in your frustration, but this new side of him was different. It was almost... endearing.

Over time, you began to see that there was more to Rohan than just his prickly exterior. You saw tiny glimpses of vulnerability and passion, of someone who was deeply committed to his craft and unafraid to push boundaries. And despite all of his flaws, you found yourself drawn to him, unable to resist.

As you looked into his eyes, you saw a glimmer of something that you couldn't quite put your finger on. Was it attraction? Admiration? Or something else entirely?

But more important is that finally, someone was taking you seriously. "What do we do?" you asked.

Rohan grinned, his eyes glinting with excitement. "We investigate," he said. "We'll spend a night in your haunted house, and see what we can find."

You felt a wave of anxiety wash over you, the thought of facing whatever lurked inside filled you with dread, and it must have been evident on your face because Rohan chuckled at your reaction.

"Don't be afraid, Y/n," he said, his voice soothing and calm. "I'll be there with you. You don't have to face this alone, I’m familiar with the paranormal."

The reassurance in his words did little to quell the fear that had taken root in your heart, but the fact that he was willing to stand by your side gave you a glimmer of hope. As you looked into his eyes, you could see the determination and confidence there.

"One more night shouldn't scare you," he continued, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "And who knows, we might even uncover something interesting."

Despite the unease that still lingered within you, you couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the prospect of uncovering the mystery of the haunted house with Rohan by your side.

With a deep breath, you finally nodded in agreement.

Morioh, your house, 9pm.

As the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, you felt your heart skip a beat. Anxiety and fear had consumed you so completely that you were now paralyzed, unable to even move from your spot. The thought of being alone in the house made you feel vulnerable and exposed.

Hours had passed since you had arrived, and you had spent most of the afternoon anxiously waiting for Rohan's arrival. Every creak and rustle had made you jump, your nerves frayed with the constant anticipation of danger.

You knew Rohan had a busy schedule with a manuscript to complete in the afternoon and an important dinner with his editor that evening. Despite all of this, he promised to come over and help you tonight. You couldn't help but feel grateful for his commitment and dedication, especially considering his busy schedule. And to your surprise, he kept his promise and arrived promptly, showing his reliability and respect for his word.

When you opened the door to welcome Rohan, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. However, he let out a laugh that echoed through the hallway. His silhouette was barely visible in the dim light, but you could tell he was smirking smugly.

"You look even worse than this morning, Y/n. I almost feel sorry for you," he teased. "Nice pajamas by the way," he added, mockingly commenting on your current outfit.

“Thank you for your kind words Rohan, as always.” You scowled at him, and motioned for him to come in.

He stepped inside, taking in the interior of your house with a critical eye. It was the first time he had ever been to your place, and it was clear that he was unimpressed.

Your house was simple and small, with a modern design and minimalist decor. There was nothing spooky or foreboding about it, which made you feel a bit embarrassed for calling him over. But the fear of spending another night alone in the house had been too much to bear.

Rohan dropped his bag by the door and walked around the entrance and the living room connected to it, studying the decorations and furniture. "It's not exactly what I was expecting," he remarked, his tone laced with disappointment.

You bristled at his comment. "What were you expecting? A haunted mansion?" you retorted, feeling defensive.

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "No, not a mansion. But I was hoping for something a bit more... interesting. I mean, where's the history? The character?" he asked, gesturing around the room.

You rolled your eyes, already regretting asking for his help. It was clear that Rohan wasn't easily impressed, and you had a feeling that this was going to be a long night.

You sighed and closed the door behind you, feeling a mixture of nervousness and reluctance as you prepared to spend another night in your haunted house. As you turned to face Rohan, you tried to change the subject for a moment, not particularly excited about investigating the spirits that haunted the place.

"How did your dinner go?" you asked, hoping to distract him and perhaps buy some time before confronting the eerie atmosphere that awaited you.

Rohan was already leaning over the bookcase in your living room, scanning the titles of your books. "That went well," he said, his voice a little weary. "Izumi drains all my energy every time..."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "Izumi?"

"My editor, remember, you know her," Rohan explained, turning to face you. "But I think I managed to give her the impression that I wasn't uninterested or bored..."

Rohan picked up a book from the shelf and opened it without asking for permission, as if he owned everything. It was a book of documentary photography about Italy, and specifically, the Venice Carnival.

"Since when do you care about people's opinions?" you asked, a bit surprised trying not to show your annoyance. Rohan had always struck you as someone who didn't care much for others.

Rohan chuckled. "Izumi is different," he said, his tone serious. "She works for me, brings me the books I need, and if I disappoint her, they’ll give me another editor. And I don't have the patience for that."

You nodded, understanding his point. Rohan was a successful manga artist, and he relied on his editor to promote and distribute his work. Displeasing her would have dire consequences for his career.

“You aren’t jealous?” Rohan asked curiously, closing the book he had been perusing and tucking it under his arm, shamelessly.

As he asked the question, a frown creased your forehead, and you found yourself surprised by the suddenness of it. You had never thought of yourself as the type to feel jealous, especially not when it came to Rohan. He was your ‘dear’ enemy. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that there was a small part of you that was bothered by his relationship with Izumi.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at the thought of him putting up with her volatile temper, going to parties and dinners with her, and even talking about his passion. When he couldn't even hold a cordial conversation with you.

It all seemed so intimate, so exclusive, and you couldn't help but wonder what it was that made her so special. Was it her looks? Her intelligence? Her influence in the publishing industry? You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but the fact remained that Rohan seemed to prioritize her over you, at least in some ways.

Despite these feelings, you knew that you couldn't show them to Rohan. He was too perceptive, too insightful, and would be able to pick up on any subtle cues or hints. So you forced a neutral expression and replied as casually as you could manage, "No, I don't care."

You hoped that your words would be convincing enough to put any doubts or suspicions out of Rohan's mind, but deep down you knew that the issue wasn't really resolved, especially facing his smirk.

"So, are we ready to investigate my house?" Your heart was pounding in your chest as you nervously asked Rohan. You never thought you would actually be saying those words out loud, but here you were, about to face whatever paranormal activity lurked within the walls of your home.

The thought of facing Rohan's vicious questions was almost as terrifying as the idea of encountering a ghost, so it was time to change his mind once again.

To your surprise, Rohan chuckled at your question and responded with enthusiasm. "Let's do this," he said with a grin. It was clear that he was excited to explore and his eagerness helped to ease some of your anxiety.

Several hours had passed since Rohan's arrival, and the night was well underway, nearing midnight. Despite your expectations, nothing unusual had occurred. No floating objects, no strange whispers, not even a creaking sound. It was almost embarrassing for you, as you knew the paranormal activities that are normally occurring. But in the mangaka's presence, nothing.

You felt the weight of exhaustion in your eyes, and the temptation to fall asleep was strong. The presence of Rohan, usually unsettling and intimidating, strangely gave you a sense of calm. However you knew that you couldn't let your guard down. So instead, you watched him work, silently impressed by his dedication and attention to detail.

Meanwhile, and to your luck Rohan remained serious and focused on his investigation. He was looking at the papers of the house alongside you in the living room, trying to understand its history, location, and plans. He was determined to get to the bottom of the mystery.

Just when you were about to give up hope and go to bed, Rohan suddenly exclaimed, "Ah!" He raised a piece of paper before his eyes and exclaimed, "I was thinking too narrowly. The house was built on an old cemetery. That should explain some of it."

You were surprised and a bit creeped out by the revelation. “The agent took care to hide it from me…”, you said in a plaintive voice. “I wonder why.”

“Maybe they were having trouble selling it, and since you're not exactly from Morioh, they saw an opportunity,” Rohan suggested. He sighed, “It's a shame it happened to you, Y/n. But, it's just a cemetery, nothing that should justify what you described to me.”

As Rohan lifted his eyes from the papers to observe you, his gaze was intense and piercing, as if trying to read your thoughts and emotions. These past days, it was a habit of his, admiring you like a sort of unique masterpiece.

You couldn't help but feel a bit vulnerable under his scrutiny, but at the same time, there was a sense of understanding and sympathy in his eyes. Which was surprising.

It was almost as if he could see through your tough exterior and was genuinely concerned about your well-being. His gaze was unwavering, yet comforting, and it made you feel like you could trust him in that instant.

“I doubt you've been sleep deprived for weeks to play a trick on me... So you might as well take advantage of the fact that it's quiet so you can get some rest.” He finally said.

Despite the fact that Rohan's words were unexpectedly kind, you shook your head frantically, feeling the weight of fear pressing down on you. "No, I can't sleep," you replied, your voice trembling. "Sleeping in this house terrifies me, Rohan."

You weren't usually this vulnerable, especially in front of someone like him who could easily take advantage of your weaknesses to make fun of it. But the long hours of being awake, the weariness that crept up on you, and the realization that the house you thought was just an ordinary one had a dark and sinister past, all combined broke down your defenses.

Rohan kept his gaze on you, his hand on his chin as if he was contemplating deeply. You could see the understanding in his eyes, the empathy he felt for you despite his usually aloof and distant demeanor. It was a strangely comforting feeling.

"I didn't say I was leaving," he said after a moment, breaking the silence that had descended upon the room. "I took my clothes to change, if you wish, I will stay with you."

His words surprised you, and you looked up at him in confusion. "Why would you do that for me?"

Rohan shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "I need your help for my manga," he replied. "And besides, I wouldn't want you to be alone in here. Who knows what could happen."

You didn't know what to say, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and apprehension. You knew that Rohan was not the easiest person to be around, and that his presence could be just as unsettling as the house itself. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the fact that having him there made you feel safer somehow.

"Okay," you said finally, giving in to the exhaustion that had been weighing down on you. "Stay with me, please."

On this agreement, you stood up as best you could, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. Ready to go to bed, you turned to Rohan and said, "I don't have a guest room though, I hope you don't mind sleeping in my room."

"I wasn't planning on sleeping in the guest room anyway," Rohan replied, his voice collected. "If something happens, I want both of us to witness it." He carefully put away the papers he had been consulting and neatly picked up his bag.

You watched him in silence, still feeling a bit uneasy about the situation but grateful for his company. You were usually a strong and independent person, but the events of the past few days had taken a toll on you, both physically and mentally.

At this point, you were far too tired to protest or make any of your famous remarks to provoke him. You accepted the situation easily, even though the thought of sharing your bed with Rohan made you feel a bit uneasy.

"Well, follow me," you said, motioning for him to follow you to your room, which was upstairs.

You led Rohan up the stairs towards your bedroom. As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that you wouldn't have to spend the night alone in this house. You had never been so grateful for someone's company.

Once you reached your bedroom, you hesitated for a moment before opening the door. You knew it was silly, but you couldn't help feeling embarrassed by the state of your room. It was cluttered with books, clothes, and various items, a reflection of your chaotic lifestyle.

"Sorry for the mess," you muttered as you stepped inside, feeling self-conscious.

Rohan didn't seem to mind, though. He simply placed his bag down and looked around the room, taking everything in. "Interesting," he murmured to himself, almost as if he was talking to the room itself.

You couldn't help but feel curious. "What's interesting?" you asked, your fatigue momentarily forgotten.

He turned to face you, his eyes gleaming with a strange intensity. "Your room. It's like a reflection of your mind. Chaotic, but with a clear sense of purpose. And yet, there's something more, something hidden beneath the surface."

You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at his words. It was as if he could see right through you. But before you could ask any more questions, he gestured to the bed.

"Come on, let's get some rest," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

You nodded, feeling grateful for his presence once again. As you crawled into bed, you couldn't help but wonder what he meant by his words. Was there really something hidden beneath the surface of your mind? Or was it just your imagination, fueled by the fear and fatigue of the past few weeks?

Rohan bend down to set his bag on the floor, his eyes scanning the room briefly once again. You watched as he took a few steps towards the door before turning to face you once again. "I'm going to change my clothes," he announced.

You nodded in response, and explained to him where the bathroom was. As he left the room, you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The silence that enveloped the room was heavy and suffocating. And not to help, the empty seat next to you seemed to mock you, a constant reminder that in a few moments it would be occupied by Rohan.

You sighed in frustration, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on you. On one hand, you couldn't stand Rohan and the way he always seemed to have an answer for everything. He had a way of getting under your skin like no one else could, and you resented him for it.

But on the other hand, you couldn't deny the fact that you were more than glad that out of everyone you knew in Morioh, it was him that was here with you in this moment. There was something about his presence that was comforting, despite the circumstances. It was a strange feeling, and you couldn't quite make sense of it.

As you sat there lost in thought, Rohan returned to the room dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked relaxed but still very stylish. I was as if everything was normal and he had just finished a long day at work, ready to unwind.

"Very well," he said. "Let's get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Despite his prickly personality, you had always felt a strange connection to Rohan. Maybe it was because you both shared a passion for art, or maybe it was because he had always been there for you when you needed him.

He looked at you and asked, "Feeling any better?" His voice was soft, as he took a seat next to you in the bed. You could feel the weight and the warmth of his presence just next to your body.

You shrugged in response, not quite sure how to answer. "I don't know, to be honest. This whole thing has me feeling pretty shaken up." As you settled in, pushing the cover up to your shoulder, ready to sleep, you felt Rohan's eyes on you. "Is everything alright?" you asked, feeling self-conscious.

Rohan hesitated for a moment before replying, “Nothing.” His answer seemed dismissive, but you could tell that he was holding something back.

You raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "Are you sure about that?" you asked, hoping that he would open up to you.

He sighed, clearly not happy to talk about it, but he opened up anyway. "I just wanted to make sure you're comfortable," he said. "You've been through a lot these past few days, and I want to make sure you're okay."

You smiled, feeling touched by his concern. "Thank you," you said. "I'm just glad to have someone here with me."

For a moment you thought your comment made him tense, but he just nodded and turned off the lamp on the bedside table. As the room fell into darkness, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. You were grateful for Rohan's presence, and you knew that you wouldn't have been able to get through this without him.

"You know, I don't usually like having anyone stay with me," you admitted. "But it's nice to have someone to talk to."

Rohan chuckled softly. "I know what you mean," he said. "Sometimes it's nice to have someone around, even if you don't want to admit it."

You laughed quietly, feeling a sense of ease between the two of you. "In fact, I'm just glad you are the one here," you admitted, feeling your eyes start to droop with fatigue.

Rohan leaned over, "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered in your ear. "I'll be here as long as you need me."

As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a sense of safety in Rohan's presence.

. . . 'You belong in this house, you can't escape'

The whisper left you with the sensation of a warm breath on the back of your neck, causing your skin to crawl with fear. You woke up with a start, your heart pounding in your chest. When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the darkness that filled your room. It was impossible to know what time it was, if you had even slept for long.

But in that darkness, you felt a presence, malevolent and dangerous, looming over you like a shadow.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and a cold sweat broke out across your forehead as you lay there, paralyzed with fear. Your mind raced, trying to rationalize the situation, but nothing made sense. You couldn't shake the feeling that someone or something was watching you, waiting to strike.

You tried to reach out from under the blanket to turn on the light of your bedside lamp, but your arm refused to move. It felt as if something was holding you down, trapping you in place.

The silence was deafening, and you could hear nothing but the sound of your own breathing and the pounding of your heart. The malevolent presence in the room had become more palpable, more tangible.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that it was all just a bad dream. But when you opened them again, the darkness remained, and the presence was still there. You knew that you had to do something, but fear had rendered you immobile.

The seconds ticked by like hours, and you could feel your sanity slipping away. You were trapped in a nightmare, with no way out.

At that moment, a sinister voice whispered in your ear, causing every hair on your body to stand on end. ‘Let me feed myself,' you could feel the warm breath gushing over your face, and you knew that you were in grave danger.

You tried to scream, but fear had paralyzed you. You felt like your brain was boiling as you struggled to understand how you could have fallen asleep in the presence of such danger. You tried to think, to collect your thoughts, to remember what had happened, but your mind was in a haze.

You were frozen in fear, unable to move or even breathe. Every nerve in your body was screaming for you to get up, to run, to do something, but you were unable to move a muscle.

Then suddenly a spark of hope came to your mind, yes, Rohan. Desperately, you reached out for him, hoping to find some comfort in his presence. But your hand met nothing but cold, empty space.

Terror flooded your body as the realization hit you that you were completely alone.

Unable to contain your fear any longer, you began to cry uncontrollably. Your sobs echoed through the empty room in a plaintive, painful moan, a haunting sound that only added to the terror of the situation. The darkness seemed to press in on you, suffocating you with its weight.

You were convinced that this was the end. The last night of your life. The thought filled you with a sense of crushing despair, and you sobbed even harder, your body wracked with pain.

“Y/n!” someone yelled out your name.

The door to your room creaked open, and you were momentarily blinded by the sudden flood of light. You blinked several times, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness. When your eyes finally focused, you saw Rohan standing in the doorway, his expression etched with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to find the words to respond. You managed to stammer out, "Did you see it? It was just here a moment ago."

Rohan's eyes widened with alarm as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Who was here? What are you talking about?"

You could feel the fear rising up in your throat as you tried to explain what had just happened. Rohan listened to you, trying to understand your rambling words. He didn't seem very convinced. "T-The shadow," you said, your voice trembling. "It was here with me. I felt a breath on the back of my neck."

Rohan's expression softened as he realized how scared you were. He crossed the room to stand next to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "It's okay," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'm here now. You're safe."

You let out a shuddering breath, feeling the tension slowly begin to drain from your body. You looked around the room, but there was no sign of anyone else. It was just you and Rohan.

"I don't understand," you said, your voice still shaking. "I was so sure that there was someone else in here with me."

Rohan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Sometimes our minds can play tricks on us," he said. "Especially when we're scared or anxious. It's possible that you just imagined it."

You knew that Rohan was trying to help, but his words didn't bring you any comfort. You were certain that there had been someone else in the room with you. But who? And why? The questions swirled around in your mind, leaving you feeling more confused and frightened than ever.

However, you barely had time to dry your tears when Rohan took you by the shoulders, shaking you a little in the process, you could feel your heart racing and your body tensing up. You knew exactly what he was about to do, and you were not ready for it. You had begged him before not to use his Stand, Heaven's Door, on you again, and you thought he had agreed not to. But here he was, with his hand raised and his Stand activated, ready to invade your mind once again.

Tears were still streaming down your face as you pleaded with him to stop. "No, Rohan, please! You promised me you wouldn't do this again!" Your voice was choked with emotion, but it didn't seem to deter him. He was determined to get the information he wanted, no matter the cost to your well-being.

You were acutely aware of the strange happenings in Morioh, with the bizarre powers possessed by many of its inhabitants. You hadn’t one, but Koichi and Okuyasu talked about their Stands and their abilities, and you knew that Rohan's Stand was even more dangerous than most. He could manipulate your memories and thoughts, altering them in any way he saw fit. The thought of him rooting around in your mind, exposing your most private thoughts and memories, filled you with a sense of dread.

You recalled the last time he had used his Stand on you, demonstrating its powers by using some of your deepest secrets to mock you. It had been a traumatic experience that left you feeling violated and helpless. After that, you had made him promise not to use it on you again, but now it seemed he had gone back on his word.

Rohan's arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you into a close embrace. You could feel his strong chest pressing against yours, his body heat enveloping you in a warm embrace. Despite your anger towards him, you couldn't help but notice how muscular and toned he felt despite his slender figure, and a small part of you found the closeness exhilarating.

You struggled against his grip, pushing against his chest with all your might, but he held you even tighter, refusing to let you go. His hands slid down your back, holding you firmly against him, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned in closer.

"Please calm down," he tried to soothe you. "I'm doing this for your own good."

You gritted your teeth, angry at him for violating your trust and breaking his promise. But even as you pushed against him, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of longing deep within you, a desire for something more than just anger and frustration.

Despite your protests, Rohan didn't stop. "I'm sorry Y/n, but I have to get this straight. Heaven's Door!" he said, as his hand made contact with your forehead you felt a strange sensation, almost like he was peeling back the layers of your mind.

A bright light flashed before your eyes and you felt your body go limp. Your consciousness seemed to fade away as the pages of a book appeared all around you. You were suddenly aware that Rohan's stand had turned you into a book, and he was reading through the pages to learn everything about you. You wanted to scream, to protest against this invasion of your privacy, but you were unable to move or speak.

You were completely at his mercy.

The next thing you knew, your world went black, and you lost consciousness.

As you regained consciousness, you realized that you were not alone in the room. You found yourself lying on Rohan's shoulder, and he was reading a book. "I hate you," you groaned and ran your hand over your face to make sure everything was back to normal.

You lifted your head from his shoulder slightly, trying to collect your thoughts. Rohan on the other hand chuckled softly, the sound of his voice almost taunting. "So I was right, you really are jealous of Izumi."

You felt a twinge of embarrassment as Rohan revealed his knowledge of your jealous feelings towards Izumi. You had been trying to hide those feelings from everyone, even yourself, because you knew they were unfounded and irrational. There was no concrete reason for your jealousy, only the fact that Rohan seemed to pay more attention to her than to you.

It was frustrating to feel this way, but you couldn't help it. You knew that Izumi was a talented editor, and it was natural for Rohan to want to work with her. But still, the way he praised her and seemed to be constantly in her presence made you feel somehow insecure.

You wince, feeling a pang of annoyance. "Why do you always have to do that?"

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I couldn't help it. You know how I am." Rohan closed the book he was holding and placed it on the coffee table, his tone light. Rohan tilted his head and smiled. "Jealousy can be a powerful emotion, but it doesn't have to control you. I don’t admit it often, but you're important to me too, you know that."

“Thank you.” You looked up at him, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. Maybe there was nothing to be jealous of after all. However, his teasing demeanor didn't amuse you. "Is that really the only information you found interesting? Nothing to do with my house?" you asked.

You sat up and looked around, trying to get your thoughts straight. As you took in your surroundings, you couldn't help but notice the strikingly luxurious decor of Rohan's living room. The room was well-lit with recessed lighting fixtures that cast a warm, welcoming glow. You noticed that there were several pieces of artwork adorning the walls, all of which seemed to be original pieces.

You recognized some of the furniture pieces from Rohan's manga, Pink Dark Boy. The couch you were sitting on was plush and comfortable, covered in soft velvet fabric. It was positioned facing a large flat-screen television mounted on the opposite wall, which was currently displaying a paused documentary.

To your left was a sleek black coffee table adorned with a stack of magazines and books, including some of Rohan's own publications. The bookshelves lining the walls were filled to the brim with novels, manga, and art books. You could see that Rohan had an extensive collection of literature and graphic novels, many of which you had also heard of before.

As you took in the details of the room, you couldn't help but feel a little out of place. The decor was far too extravagant and not to your taste. It was clear that Rohan had a penchant for luxury, and you couldn't help but wonder how much he had spent on the furnishings and artwork.

"Why are we at your house?" you asked, confused.

Rohan looked at you with a sly smirk, "Well, you passed out, so I brought you here to rest. And, of course, to get some more information about you."

You groaned, "I can't believe you did it again. I thought we had an agreement."

Rohan's smile faded slightly, "I'm sorry, Y/n. But I had to know. There's something strange going on, and I need to protect myself and those close to me." he paused, “Simply put, you.”

You let out a deep sigh of frustration. Rohan's behavior was so unpredictable, one moment he was teasing and mocking you, the next he claimed to be there to protect you. It was difficult for you to decipher what his true intentions were, especially in your current emotional state. You felt confused and conflicted, not knowing what or who to believe. It was as if Rohan was playing a constant game of tug-of-war with your emotions while you desperately wanted to trust him.

"I understand that, but you can't just go around invading people's privacy like that. It's not right." you finally say.

Rohan nodded, "I know, and I promise not to do it again. But, let's focus on the actual useful information I found. You were asking about the house, right?"

You nodded, "Yes, please tell me what you found."

Rohan's expression was grave, indicating that what he had to say was of great importance. "I cannot determine if the house is a stand or if it is genuinely haunted by the spirits of the cemetery. However, when I used Heaven's Door on you, I only found information from the evening, none of your past. These pages were blank," he explained.

He propped his hand on his chin, looking contemplative. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to explore the house thoroughly to see if I could find any clues. But I came up empty-handed. However, I believe the house is feeding off of you. To test my theory, I brought you here, and indeed, your past came back on the pages," he continued, his eyes studying you closely.

You listened to him intently, a mixture of fear and curiosity gnawing at your insides. "What do you mean, the house is feeding off of me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rohan let out a deep sigh. "I don't know. It's just a theory for now. But I believe that the house is somehow drawing on your memories, possibly to sustain itself or grow stronger. Maybe even digest you with time," he explained, his gaze never leaving you.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "What are we going to do?" you asked, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

Rohan's expression softened slightly as he reached out and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We'll figure it out together. I won't let anything happen to you," he promised, his eyes holding yours.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion and surprise at the way Rohan was acting. The Rohan you had known for years was confident, charismatic, and always seemed to be in control. He could be sharp-tongued and cutting, and never hesitated to use his wit to put others in their place. But this Rohan, the one who was being gentle and supportive, was a side of him you had never seen before.

As you thought about it, you realized that you had never really seen him in private before. You had only ever seen him in public, where he was always performing for others. But now, in this private moment, he was showing you a side of himself that was vulnerable and caring.

You couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this change in him. Was it your current situation that had softened him? Or was he simply revealing a side of himself that he had kept hidden from others?

Either way, you found yourself grateful for his kindness and support. It made you feel less alone in this strange, unsettling situation.

"Tomorrow, Koichi and I will go and get your affairs. And while we sort it out, you'll live here. Unlike you, because I'm objectively wealthier, I have a guest room you can stay in," he explained, looking at you with a serious expression.

You couldn't believe it. Rohan, who had always treated you with disdain and ridicule, was now offering you a place to stay and helping you with your problems. You felt tears forming in your eyes, but this time they were tears of relief and gratitude.

"Thank you Rohan, thank you very much," you said, your voice cracking with emotion.

And under the emotion, you took him in your arms. As you hugged him, you felt the tension in your body slowly begin to dissipate. It was as if the weight of the situation was lifting off your shoulders, and you were grateful for Rohan's support. You held him tightly, trying to convey the depth of your gratitude.

At first, he didn't react much to your embrace, and you could feel his body tensing up under your touch. It was clear that Rohan was not used to physical affection, and you wondered how often he allowed himself to be vulnerable like this. However, after a few moments, he wrapped his arms around your waist, his hold initially awkward and unsure. But then, gradually, his embrace became firmer, and you could feel him drawing you closer.

He rested his chin on the top of your head, and you could feel his breath on your hair. For a few moments, you simply held each other, neither of you speaking. You felt a sense of comfort in his embrace, and it was almost as if the two of you were connected in a way that went beyond words.

Eventually, Rohan let out a small sigh, and you could feel him relaxing his hold on you slightly. It was as if he was still uncertain about showing this level of affection, but he didn't want to push you away rudely. So you did it for him, pulling yourself back slightly, looking up at him, and you could see a faint blush on his cheeks.

"I'm doing all this for my manga, don't get any ideas," he said, his tone teasing but also a little guarded.

You couldn't help but laugh, even though your voice was muffled by your sobs. "Of course," you said, smiling up at him. Despite his attempt to downplay the moment, you knew that Rohan was genuinely there for you, and you were grateful for his support.

Morioh, Rohan’s house, 5 pm.

As the days passed, you settled into Rohan's home, gradually becoming more comfortable with your living situation. You discovered that he was not the arrogant, unfeeling man he had initially portrayed himself as, but rather someone who was fiercely passionate about his work and those he cared about.

You both spent long hours talking about everything under the sun, sharing your hopes, fears, and dreams. You found yourself admiring him, his sharp wit and intelligence, his strong will and determination.

Despite knowing that your feelings for him were forbidden, you couldn't help but fall for him. You tried to push these feelings aside, but the more time you spent with him, the more difficult it became to ignore the pull you felt towards him. You found yourself anticipating his presence, longing to hear his voice and see his face.

Your heart would flutter whenever he touched you, even if it was just a brief brush of his hand, and you found yourself daydreaming about him more and more often. You knew that the consequences of acting on your feelings could be disastrous, but it was hard to resist the allure of this man who had become your friend, your enemy, and your protector all at once.

Despite your internal struggles, your time at Rohan's house was the happiest you had been in a while. You felt safe and protected, surrounded by his lavish lifestyle and the comforts of his home. He had even shown you around his private studio, where he spent countless hours creating his manga masterpieces. The walls were lined with sketches and drawings, each one a testament to his talent and creativity.

As you spent more time at Rohan's house, you began to notice more of his quirks and idiosyncrasies. He was a man who held himself to a high standard, sometimes to the point of being overly critical of his own work. You admired his dedication and attention to detail, but it also meant that he could be a perfectionist at times.

Despite this, Rohan was also surprisingly sensitive and empathetic. You had caught him watching sad movies by himself late at night, and he would sometimes open up to you about his own personal struggles. Seeing this vulnerable side of him made your heart ache with compassion and understanding.

As your feelings for him grew, you couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way. You caught him looking at you sometimes, his piercing gaze making your heart race. But then he would quickly look away, as if embarrassed.

The tension between you two was more palpable than ever, but neither of you dared to cross the line. You knew it was forbidden to feel this way, but you couldn't help it. Rohan had become such an important part of your life, and you couldn't imagine living without him.

However, your happiness was short-lived.

"Y/n?" Rohan called out from the doorway to find out where you were.

As you basked in the warmth of the sun, enjoying your soda and engrossed in your manga, Rohan's voice calling your name jolted you back to reality. You quickly set your manga down and turned your gaze towards the inside of the house, "I'm outside!" you replied, calling back from one of the outdoor patio chairs where you sat.

As he walked towards you. His usually calm and collected demeanor was replaced with an air of agitation that made you uneasy.

As he sat down beside you, you couldn't help but notice that he was empty-handed, a rare occurrence for him after a shopping trip. You knew Rohan was an avid collector of books and that he rarely returned from a trip without a few new additions to his already extensive library.

"Is something wrong?" you asked him, concern etched on your face.

"I have managed to crack the secret of your house. I lied to you, I didn't want to worry you. But it's all cleared up," Rohan said, his voice low.

The news hit you like a ton of bricks. You were stunned, unable to process the implications of what Rohan had just revealed. Your mind was racing with questions, wondering how he could have possibly uncovered the secret of your house.

"Wait, what do you mean?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly with fear and anxiety.

Rohan took a deep breath, his expression serious and grave. "There was a box hidden within the walls," he explained. "It was trapped, and it contained the souls of everyone who ever lived in the house. It was probably put there as revenge for desecrating a cemetery."

Your heart sank at the thought of the trapped souls, and you felt a chill run down your spine. It was a terrifying concept, and you couldn't believe that something like that could have been hidden in your house, how many people had disappeared because of it.

"I destroyed it after studying it," Rohan announced, pulling out a sheet of paper from his bag. He handed it to you, and as you looked closer, you saw that it was a series of intricate sketches of the box from various angles. The level of detail was impressive, and even as a drawing, the box looked ominous and unsettling.

You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you gazed at the sketches, trying to imagine what it must have been like to come face to face with such a terrifying artifact. "This is what was trying to ingest your soul,” Rohan teased with a smirk, his eyes sparkling mischievously. The comment sent a chill through you, but you couldn't help but appreciate the humor in his tone.

Relief washed over you, and you couldn't help but let out a small sigh. "Thank you, Rohan," you said, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Rohan let out a small huff, and a hint of a smile played at the corner of his lips. "You don't have to thank me," he replied in a casual tone, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You couldn't help but laugh as you listened to Rohan's response. His usual detached and arrogant attitude had been stripped away, and you could sense a newfound sincerity in his words. Knowing the lengths he had gone to solve the mystery of your house, you found his remarks more endearing than annoying.

"Well, I still want to thank you. You saved me from a lot of trouble," you said, smiling at him.

Rohan's smirk grew a little wider at your words. "It was a minor inconvenience, really," he said, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms above his head. "Besides, I'm always up for a good mystery to solve."

You chuckled, glad that he was taking it so well. "Well, I'm just glad it's over. I can finally go home." You tried to hide the reluctance in your voice.

Rohan's smirk turned mischievous as he leaned towards you. "But do you really want to leave? You could stay here with me, you know." He winked at you, causing you to roll your eyes and laugh.

"Nice try, Rohan. But I think it's time for me to go home and stop bothering you with my insufferable presence." You stood up from the chair. "Thank you again for taking care of everything."

Rohan stood up as well, "I think, Y/n, you have forgotten our deal." He put his hand on your shoulder to stop you.

It's been a while now, and with everything that's been going on lately, you've forgotten the original agreement. "I have to help you with your manga, right?"

“Yes,” Rohan spoke calmly as he leaned in towards you, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, the heat of the summer sun adding to the sensation. You could smell his expensive cologne, a pleasant scent that mixed with the fresh air and the nearby flowers.

As you stood there in Rohan's embrace, you couldn't help but notice the way his body felt against yours. The warmth of his bare skin, the firmness of his muscles, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took.

His hold was firm but not overpowering, allowing you to move slightly if you wanted to, but you knew he wouldn't let go unless he had to. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, allowing yourself to be enveloped in his warmth.

Since the night he brought you to his house, you hadn't been this close to him again. Sometimes you would sit on the sofa together, watching a film or a documentary, or chatting about random things.

Sometimes you would cook together in the kitchen, trying out new recipes and enjoying each other's company. But nothing like this.

It was strange, you thought to yourself, how this moment could feel so intimate. If he too was aware of the way his body was pressed against yours, of the way your heartbeats seemed to sync up. But you didn't dare ask, afraid of what his answer might be.

"Since I solved the case of your house, technically, you can't refuse me anything." Rohan's voice interrupted your thoughts. His breath hitched in your neck, reminding you of the proximity. The warmth of his body pressed against you, making it difficult to focus on anything else. His grip tightened, holding you in place.

There was nothing romantic or sympathetic about his words. It was a reminder that there was an arrangement, almost professional in its nature. It was all calculated. Just when you were beginning to think he had a kind heart...

"You did all this... In order to use the agreement to get your way?" You asked, disappointed.

Rohan just chuckled, still holding you close. "You've already helped me a lot, you know. I needed to add a strong female character to my manga, and having you by my side lately has given me everything I needed."

As he spoke, his left hand roamed your back dangerously, exploring every single inch. Being in a tank top because of the heat, it didn't take him long to find your bare skin underneath. The sensation of his fingers tracing patterns on your skin sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch.

"I could see your character, your habits, but I didn't get a chance to feel your body." He smiled, his thumb running over your lips with his free hand, “Or your lips, I wonder how they taste…”. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

As much as you tried to resist, there was something undeniably attractive about him. The way he held you, the way he spoke, the way his touch sent electric currents through your body - it was all too much to ignore.

But you couldn't let him have his way. "That doesn't mean you can just do whatever you want," you said, trying to sound strong and assertive despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Rohan chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. "Of course not, my dear. But it does mean that you owe me a favor or two." He leaned in even closer, his lips almost touching yours. "And who knows what else I might need from you in the future."

You were acutely aware of the tension building between you and Rohan. His confident and arrogant demeanor had always been a turn-on for you, but you also knew that giving in to him would mean crossing a line you might not be able to come back from. It was a dangerous game you were playing, but one that you couldn't seem to resist.

"Rohan, this isn't what we agreed on," you said firmly, trying to ignore the way your body was begging for more. "I agreed to be a model of observation to satisfy your curiosity and help feed your manga. But this...this isn't part of the deal." It was not how you imagined things would develop.

Rohan just smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Who said anything about agreements?" he said, his hand still hovering close to your skin. His teasing was torture, and he knew it. "I'm just a man who knows what he wants, and right now, what I want is you."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "You can't just change the rules like that. It's not fair to me," you said, your voice firm. "Besides, I'm not just some character in your manga. I'm a real person with feelings and desires, and I won't be treated like an object."

Rohan's smile faded slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might back down. But then he leaned in closer, his breath hot on your lips. "I know you're more than just a character," he whispered. "And I promise to treat you with the respect you deserve. But right now, I can't resist you."

"Why do you always have to be so smug?" you retorted, trying to mask the wavering in your voice. "I don't want to complicate things between us."

Rohan held you closer, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek. "Complication is what makes life interesting," he said softly, looking directly at you.

You could feel his body pressing against yours, his hand now firmly on your waist. Despite your better judgment, a part of you couldn't deny the attraction you felt for him. "I can't do this, Rohan," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't let things go any further between us. It's not right." You tried to resist, in vain.

You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and inviting. His eyes were fixed on yours, dark and intense, as if they were trying to read your deepest desires. You knew he could see right through your lies, and it was infuriating.

"Stop trying to fight it," he said, his voice low and husky. "You know you want this as much as I do."

You shook your head, trying to push him away. "This is wrong, we are enemies," you protested weakly, but your body betrayed you as it leaned into him.

He chuckled, his lips curving into a devilish grin. "Wrong? Who says what's wrong or right? I can feel the heat between us. Don't pretend like you can't."

His hands traced lazy circles on your back, sending shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes, trying to push away the dirty thoughts that were flooding your mind. This was a mistake. You had agreed to help him with his manga if he would with your house, but you never intended for things to go this far. Yet here you were, in his arms, giving in to his every touch and caress.

"Rohan, please," you whispered, but he didn't stop. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing this time against your ear.

"Please what?" he murmured, his voice sending chills down your spine. "Please stop? Please keep going?"

Under his touch, your resolve began to crumble as the heat from his body wrapped around you like a cocoon. The attraction between you two was palpable, almost suffocating, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. You knew it was only a matter of time before you surrendered completely to him.

"Please, keep going..." You whispered, your voice barely above a breathy sigh.

You felt your heart racing as his lips met yours in a searing kiss, his hands traveling down your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Your body was responding to his touch in ways you never thought possible, and the chemistry between you was undeniable.

As you melted into his embrace, you could feel all thoughts and worries of the past few days slipping away. The only thing that mattered was the passion and desire that coursed through your veins. You were completely consumed by the intensity of your feelings for him, and you knew that there was no turning back.

His kisses were extremely demanding, but you responded eagerly, your own desire building with each passing moment. The intensity of the connection that had been brewing for so long, was finally released.

As his hands explored your body, you couldn't help but arch into him, wanting more of his touch. You knew that this was dangerous territory, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop. The pull towards him was too strong, and you knew that you would do whatever it took to be with him.

You were lost in the moment, consumed by the intensity of your feelings for him. The world around you faded away as you gave in completely to the heat, reveling in the passion that you shared.

Rohan's toned arms wrapped around your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly and carrying you to the table. You gasped at the sudden movement, feeling a jolt of excitement shoot through you. You were taken aback by his sudden boldness, but couldn't deny the thrill it sent through your body.

Sitting on the table, you felt a rush of cool air hit your back as Rohan's warm body pressed up against yours once again. His lips captured yours again, his tongue slipping past your lips this time, teasing and caressing, exploring your mouth with a hunger that took your breath away.

Despite the rush of passion, a part of you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. You were still outside on the patio of his house, with the possibility of being seen by anyone who happened to walk by. But Rohan didn't seem to care, his hands wandering freely over your body, caressing every curve and dip.

His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but moan into his mouth. The sound only seemed to spur him on, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and exposing your bare stomach and chest to the cool night air. Your hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as you pulled him even closer.

Finally, when the need for air became too much, you both pulled back, gasping for breath. You looked into each other's eyes, the intensity of the moment still lingering between you. It was clear that neither of you wanted to stop there, but for now, you both settled for the electric touch of your bodies as you sat on the table, lost in each other's embrace.

"Perfect and delightful," he said, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction. Rohan's satisfied expression only added to the intensity of the moment, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having pleased him. As he wiped the drool from his mouth with his thumb, he added, "See, you can help me when you put your mind to it."

His gaze was different from his usual arrogant demeanor, and you could feel the affection and happiness radiating from him. It made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but blush under his gaze. Despite his good looks and charm, you always tried to keep your distance, but in this moment, you couldn't help but admire him.

"If it really helps..." you trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

He chuckled at your shyness. "Of course it does. You have a really beautiful face, your voice is perfect, and your skin is soft." He paused for a moment, studying your face. "You know, you're not just helping me with my manga. You're also helping me become a better artist."

"I'm glad I can help," you said softly, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

And then, his hands landed softly on your chest, their feather-light touch sending shivers down your spine. Despite the gentle caress, there was a hint of cruelty in his expertise, as if he was toying with your nipples just to see how far he could push you. The way he moved his hands with such precision and care made you feel like you were a rare and precious work of art, and your heart raced with the intensity of the moment.

You couldn't help but notice the way he studied you, his eyes taking in every inch of your body as if committing it to memory. It was as if he was learning every curve, every line, every inch of you. The attention he gave you was exhilarating.

As his fingers traced delicate patterns across your chest, you felt your breath catch in your throat. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He seemed to revel in your reaction, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he continued his exploration.

It was as if he was in a trance, lost in the sensation of touching you, and you couldn't help but feel like you were under his spell. His touch was delicate yet powerful, pinching your nipples and caressing your skin, a perfect balance of tenderness and domination that left you craving.

Rohan's hand continued its relentless exploration, moving down your stomach, to the edge of your inner thigh. His fingers were soft and delicate against your skin. You tried to resist, but your body betrayed you, responding eagerly to his touch.

"Y/n, darling," he said huskily, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. "And I love how much power I have over you."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips. You were helpless under his touch, completely at his mercy.

"Rohan, please," you gasped, but your protests were half-hearted at best, you were almost begging him at this point. Deep down, you didn't really want him to stop. You desperately wanted him to keep going, to take you to heights of pleasure that you had never experienced before.

And as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts, you knew that there was no turning back. Rohan's fingers traced the edge of your panty, teasingly brushing against the wetness of it. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and you found yourself arching towards him, silently begging for more.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. "I could spend hours exploring every inch of you."

You moaned in response, your mind foggy with desire. His touch was sending shivers down your spine, and you felt like you were on the brink of something incredible.

"Please, Rohan," you whispered, unable to form a coherent sentence. "I need you."

You couldn't control the sounds that escaped your lips as Rohan's fingers slipped ast your panty, delving deeply inside you. The sensations were overwhelming, and you felt like you were on the brink of losing yourself completely to him. His expert touch was electric, and you couldn't help but writhe and moan beneath him.

He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to your ear, "You feel so good, baby. So tight and wet for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. His words only served to heighten the intensity of the moment, sending you spiraling further into ecstasy.

You were soaking wet at this point, drenched for him. His finger stroked your insides, his thumb brushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves while his lips lingered on your breasts, placing numerous small kisses with a certain amount of hunger.

As he added a second finger, your body responded eagerly, your legs tightening around him, trapping him against the table and your body. Your insides softened further, the stretching of his fingers was astounding. You were completely consumed by the pleasure he was giving you, and you wanted nothing more than to surrender yourself to him completely.

"You're doing so well, my good girl," Rohan hummed, his breath hot against your skin as he continued his relentless assault on your body. "Perfect for me."

And as he added a third finger, the stretching of your insides was almost overwhelming. His fingers shattered everything, all the common sense you had in you. You wanted him to ruin you with his love. In a manner as violent as the emotions you had for each other.

With each additional finger, your insides were stretched beyond your wildest imagination. Rohan's dexterity was almost unbelievable as his fingers moved in and out of you teasing your most sensitive spots, his thumb brushing expertly against your sensitive bundle of nerves. He kissed his way up your neck, placing numerous small kisses, while you writhed beneath him, completely under his spell.

With each movement of his fingers, you felt yourself edging closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. You were so close that it was almost painful, and you couldn't help but moan his name, begging him to take you over the edge.

As if sensing your imminent release, Rohan increased the pressure of his fingers and his thumb, sending you over the edge with a loud cry. You came hard, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

And as he finally pushed you over the edge, your body convulsed with pleasure. You were lost in the sensation, completely consumed by the intensity of your feelings for him.

But even as your body was wracked with pleasure, you knew that you wanted more. You wanted Rohan to continue his ministries, to take you to even greater heights of pleasure. You were completely under his spell, lost in the ecstasy of his touch. Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked up at him, feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, yet strangely safe in his arms.

"You're amazing," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I want more."

As your body slowly came down from the heights of pleasure, you couldn't help but feel a sense of submission to him. You knew that you would do anything for Rohan, no matter how frightening or dangerous it might be. You were completely his, consumed by the intensity of your feelings for him.

Rohan's eyes bore into yours as he slowly withdrew his fingers from inside you, leaving you feeling empty and wanting. This left you with a void that bothered you. But his smug smile told you that he was pleased to see you in such a messy and desperate state, begging for more of his touch.

But Rohan wasted no time in bringing his fingers to his mouth,, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. The way he savored the taste of your essence, his tongue running between his fingers to clean them, was extremely erotic and perverse. His tongue ran between his fingers, cleaning them of your essence as he tasted you. It was an incredibly intimate act. You couldn't help but watch in fascination as he licked his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

The way he looked at you made you feel like the only person in the world, like he couldn't get enough of you. And as he slowly removed his fingers from his mouth, you knew that he was far from finished with you.

He leaned in so close that you could feel his breath on your lips, sending shivers down your spine. As his words flowed over you like warm honey, you felt a wave of desire wash over you. "You taste so delicious," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours. "I could do this all day."

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips claiming yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You melted against him, your body responding to his touch like it always did.

But as quickly as the moment began, it was over. Rohan pulled away, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "However," he said, his voice low and husky. "I have to go and draw all this to make sure I'm not missing any details."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Are you going to leave me like this?" you protested.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers through you. "We might be seen," he replied, his eyes scanning the area around you. "You're moaning quite loudly, darling."

You blushed, embarrassed by your own lack of self-control. He put your shirt and shorts back on, his touch gentle and comforting. "But I didn't say you were finished helping me," he said, his eyes locking onto yours. "Even if you don't live with me anymore, I hope you'll come often," he added, his tone turning playful. “You are always welcome,”

You wanted to protest, to tell him that you couldn't keep doing this, that it was too much for your heart to handle. But before you could say anything, Rohan kissed you again, his lips silencing your words. And then he was gone, disappearing inside the building to continue his work.

You were left standing there, feeling a mix of frustration, desire, and confusion. You pouted, the words "I hate you" escaping your lips in a soft whisper. But even as you said them, you knew that they weren't true. You didn't hate Rohan - quite the opposite.

#rohan kishibe x reader #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe smut #jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba smut #jojo

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neeuqiakeht · 4 months

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Josuke, about Rohan: He's a walking red flag!

Y/N: Good thing red is my favorite color.

#incorrect self insert quotes #y/n #self insert #self insert x canon #oc x canon #f/o #incorrect jojo quotes #incorrect jjba #josuke #josuke higaskata #rohan #rohan kishibe #rohan x reader #rohan kishibe x reader

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soupbabe · 7 months

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Heyo, Me Again! Could I Maybe Request A Part 2 To That Jojo Characters x Morbid! Himbo! Reader I Requested Awhile Back? This Time With Weather, Kars, And Rohan?

No Pressure And It's Totally Chill If You'd Rather Not Do Repeats Or Anythin! Hope You Have A Rad Day, Yoski! 👈🐻👈

JoJo Characters with a Morbid! Himbo! Reader: Part 2

Featuring: Weather Report, Kars, Rohan Kishibe

No problem anon!! Usually I max out repeat prompts like this when it hits 3 parts, so you're good!!

Kars

- He loves keeping you around just for the pure entertainment you give him

- Usually he has no time for less than bright humans, especially if you're clumsy or if you forget things easily

- But you? The man that could describe in detail about how rattlesnake venom can rot off the limb that it bit just for the fun of it? Oh he's keeping you around

- In all honesty, Kars isn't too impressed by your little fun facts. He's lived a long life, done just about anything you could think of

- You'll try your best to unnerve him and it's entertaining to see you not grasp his "accomplishments"

- "Human sacrifices? Really, human? I was seen as a god among men, thousands have been slaughtered in my name. Try harder next time."

Rohan Kishibe

- Oh yeah no doubt this man has used Heaven's Door on you without you knowing

- Literally you are an enigma to him. It's frustrating but you pull him back in with your golden retriever like charm

- He's so used to scaring others off so that they'd leave him alone, whether by his intense stare or eating insects

- But you barely reacted. Dare I say you laugh at his attempt to get you off of his porch.

- Since then he's learned to genuinely enjoy your company !!

- He's learned to appreciate your sweet moments, smile at your dumb moments, and he makes sure to get a notebook out whenever you have a horrifying "what if" thought

Weather Report

- Yeah out of this list he's the most unphased

- Just a thing that happens when you're Anasui's mediator, he holds him back at his most violent. You having a weird idea or fun fact isn't going to shake him

- However you might get a side eye if you laugh at something at the wrong time

- Omg head empty just thinking about you bringing Weather venomous spider or snake from the courtyard and showing it off to him

- Apart of him enjoys hearing you talk and ramble, but also he wants to slap out whatever is in your hand because you picked up a dangerous animal without a thought behind your eyes

- Remember when it was raining poisonous frogs? He isn't one to believe in miracles but the fact you didn't die during that proved him wrong

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #Kars x reader #jjba kars #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe x reader #jjba weather report #weather report x reader #jjba battle tendency #jjba diamond is unbreakable #jjba stone ocean

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rougepancake · 10 months

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Swim

Rohan Kishibe x F!Reader

Warnings: Hate fucking, pent up sexual tension, Rohan being a dick (what’s new), professional to sexual relationship, masturbation, fingering, mentions of prostitution. Minimal plot. Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. Not proofread.

Summary: Rohan fucks his annoying editor :]

“What the hell are you doing?” You looked over your shoulder at him as you walked out of the shower.

The two of you were stuck together in a fancy hotel suite for the weekend, due to a convention that Rohan’s manager booked.

And as his editor, you were obligated to go.

“I need a nude model.” He stuck up his thumb, using it to cover where your towel rested on your body. He then quickly got to sketching.

“It’s not going to be me.” You scoffed, crossing your arms stubbornly and walking out of the bathroom. To your dismay, he followed you.

“Well who else is it going to be, hm?” He looked up from his sketch pad briefly to observe your body. “Now take off the towel.”

“No.”

“I guess I’m just going to have to estimate about the proportions.” Rohan sighed dramatically and sat across the room, crossing his legs and resuming his sketch. “Could you at least sit on the bed?”

“Fine.” You huffed and sat on the corner of the bed, sweeping your legs to the side to keep the towel from revealing too much of your body.

“In the middle.” He commanded without hesitation, using his pencil to gesture to where he wanted you positioned. “Don’t make me come over there and do it myself.”

“You’d like that.”

He rolled his eyes and set down his sketchbook, offering you a scowl as you centered yourself on the bed. Without a word, he grabbed his things and walked over to where you sat, sitting at the edge so he could have a better view.

“Spread your legs.” He tapped your knee with his pencil, shooting you another glare. If he was so annoyed then why didn’t he just do it himself?! You rolled your eyes and pulled the towel tighter, looking away from him.

“I’m not your model. Don’t talk to me like one.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I’m paid to edit your work, not inspire it.”

“How much?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me the first time.” Rohan’s hand moved to his pocket, digging for his wallet while looking you in the eyes. “I can’t believe I’m about to pay my editor to be the filthy slut she is.” He pulled out some cash and tossed it at you, grumbling to himself as he did so. “Ditch the towel too. Nude models are better nude in all their glory.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking at you expectantly.

“Oh?” You smirked and chuckled to yourself, repositioning yourself so you could slide the towel away. “I’m not one of your models. But…” You tossed the towel to the side and leaned back, one of your hands by your head and the other by your waist.

It was the hottest thing Rohan’s ever seen.

And out of all his dealings with nude models, he’s never been flustered by one before.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like what you see?” You taunted, relaxing into the bed. Rohan scoffed and began to sketch you, his eyes tracing every detail of your body, memorizing the way the bed formed beneath your weight, the way the light reflected off your skin.

Everything.

He was not going to let this pass, because, rumor has it, you’re actually pretty damn hot.

“Actually…” He set his sketchbook to the side and moved closer to you, extending his arm and placing a surprisingly gentle hand on your knee. “Let me position you.”

“Hell no.” You slapped his hand away, but it only came back, now resting on your thigh. “This is all you’re getting.”

“Well…” He let out an annoyed sigh and crawled on top of you, his lips twitching upward as he refrained from smirking. “I do believe that it’s best for your expression to be authentic, rather than me having to imagine it.”

“Oh so you wanna touch your editor?”

“Well I figured you could touch yourself.” His hand slid further, making its way to your hip. “And if you’re wanting me to pay you, then money isn’t much of a problem.” His voice dropped to a whisper, low and seductive. You could feel his breathing grow heavier, and if you had put your hand on his chest, then you would have felt how it slowly began to race.

Rohan Kishibe hated you.

But he’d love to see you cry out his name.

Slowly, he crawled back to the end of the bed and resumed sketching. “Hop to it.” He was doing his best to sound uninterested, but he couldn’t help the smirk that had found its way to his lips. He was going to enjoy this.

You groaned and spread your legs wide, closing your eyes as you slid your hand down towards your core.

It was embarrassing enough to have him watching you like this, but hey, he paid you a good amount.

And you’re all about the hustle.

Your fingers collected your own slick, slowly pushing past your lips in a way that made caused Rohan to groan.

“Oh so you like this?” You teased as you continued to finger yourself, soft gasps leaving your lips and slowly filling the room.

“No.” He lied, slowly crawling back to you and pulling your fingers from your cunt. You huffed and shot him a glare, only to roll your head back as he replaced them with his own. “But you seem to be.”

Your moans only increased in volume as his fingers continued to pound into you relentlessly. He had you seeing stars- so many stars that you were able to count them as you began to lose yourself in the pleasure.

“H-Ha- I knew you thought I was h-hot.” You panted, whining softly as he pulled his fingers out of you sharply. Without another word, he grabbed you and flipped you over, shoving your face into your pillows. He had one hand on your neck, the other resting on your waist as he admired the sight of your body against his.

He quickly shed himself of his clothing, tossing the articles aside so he could press his chest against your back.

The feeling of your skin against his was simply too much for him to bear.

Which left him pressing the head of his cock against your entrance, slowly pushing past your lips and groaning loudly at how tight you were.

He hated it. He hated how you were so annoying, but you were so good like this. He hated how you moaned out his name shamelessly as he pounded into you.

He absolutely hated it.

However- he did rather like the way you felt around him.

So it wasn’t all bad.

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thriller-roads · 1 year

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Rohan Kishibe x reader

Synopsis: Being a writer of the erotica genre, you join forces with Rohan Kishibe to create some erotic manga.

Smut 18+, fluff, Gn AFAB reader

Strange Positions

In his time of illustrating manga, Rohan had drawn a variety of things. From a spider's inner anatomy to the intricate detail of a woven basket, he tried his best to draw as many things as he could. His current favorite was studying human anatomy, and he had no problem depicting erotic scenarios if that's what was needed.

Now, while Rohan considered himself a decent writer, he was not well versed in the documentation or story-telling of the erotic genre. It isn't often that Rohan collaborates with others on his work, but for this he'd make an exception. After all, he wouldn't engage in cooperation with just anyone. He made sure the people he worked with were at least somewhat on his level of talent and respect.

And that you were. Rohan knew of your writings, being a bit of a fan of them himself, though he wouldn't admit it so easily. He didn’t need to, you knew he did. Otherwise, he wouldn’t agree to team up with you in the first place. He wanted as many people as possible to read his work, and decided he would reach even more recognition with your added audience of readers.

His admiration for you wasn't strictly professional though. He's been rather fond of your company throughout the time he's known you. You fascinated him greatly, he realized. But for now, he tried to keep the relationship as appropriate as possible. That would be difficult to do however, considering the upcoming circumstances.

After going through publisher agreements and whatnot, you and Rohan got right to work. He invited you over to his house, where you discussed the details of the graphic novel at hand. The agreement was that Rohan would illustrate whatever erotic scenes you wrote for the novel.

You had been at it all day, and the deadline was approaching. This novel was greatly anticipated by your supervisors, as it would be a product of not only you, but also the great Rohan Kishibe. Rohan had no problem keeping up with deadlines, as he was used to such highly demanded content. You on the other hand, not so much.

You sat there at the desk, pen tapping against your forehead. You had gotten a decent amount of pages written down so far, but still you had so much more to go. Everything you had already written, Rohan had kept up with consistently. Now all he had to do was await your next page. You hated to keep the acclaimed man waiting, but you were really stuck on what to write next.

Rohan was seated at his own desk, his art supplies ready. He took this moment of intermission to make himself tea, and considered making some for you as well. You kindly declined the offer, saying you’d have some once you made some actual progress. Taking a sip of his chamomile tea, Rohan reviewed the pages he already had so far to pass the time.

In an epiphany of inspiration, you took your pen back up and scribbled away rapidly. After sitting there inertly for so long, your sudden movement caught Rohan's eye. He spared a glance over at you while blowing at his tea.

Almost as soon as you started scribbling furiously across the page, you stopped. Dropping your pen, you let out an exasperated sigh and hung your head low. “No, no. I don't know if this position would even work!" You shook your head, crumbling the paper up and grabbing another to start the scene over. "Maybe I'm not cut out for this..."

Rohan set his tea down, shifting his focus over to you. "Not cut out for this? Don’t say that. Your talent is surpassed only by mine.” Although it had some narcissistic layering to it, you could recognize his reassurance and were comforted by it.

Walking over to your desk, Rohan rested his hands on the edge of the surface to lean closer to you. “As for this position…Perhaps we could find out if it works," his tone had a suggestive lilt to it.

The choice of his words puzzled you. “What do you mean…?”

Rohan straightened himself back up, folding his arms across his chest. “What do you think I mean? I mean we test it out for ourselves. As I always say, if you're unsure of something, do some research. What better research than a live demonstration?"

He paced over to the wall behind him, a bit to your confusion. Then, in the blink of an eye, he flipped a pen out of thin air, using it to stab at a small spider that'd been scaling up the wall.

"Down to every last detail, it must be done to capture true reality!” He tossed the skewered spider aside in favor of turning back to you with an expectant look in his eyes.

Was Rohan Kishibe suggesting that you fuck? Is this his way of getting bitches? If so, it was working on you. Then again, maybe this was all simply for research. It would help with anatomy reference for Rohan too, right? Either way, it wouldn’t hurt to try, and you couldn’t deny you were eager to do so with the man of your dreams.

With some newfound confidence, you nodded and stood from your seat. “Alright, let’s do it.”

Rohan smirked at your decision. “It’s settled then. Well, what’s this position we’re going to test out?”

You grabbed the paper you had crumbled up, unfolding it and handing it to him. Rohan took the paper, his emerald irises scanning over the words. He appeared a bit perplexed by your use of language at first, but shrugged it off. Once he was done, he narrowed his eyes down at you in amusement. “So, which one do you want to be?”

Moments later, Rohan was seated on a chair, with you sitting on his head, legs wrapped around his neck. You faced forward, in the same direction he was facing. You nearly fell over on multiple occasions, and Rohan did his best to hold you in place by gripping onto your thighs. You were both still clothed, and the whole display was more ridiculous than erotic.

“Hold still Y/n, I’m trying not to topple over down here!”

“I’m not supposed to hold still, I’m supposed to grind onto your face! Now tilt your head up-”

“If I do that, we’re both going to fall over!” As if on cue, the chair began to wobble. Luckily, it didn’t completely tip over.

“I knew this wouldn’t work, fuckk-!” you were interrupted by a sudden sensation rubbing against your crotch. You couldn’t help but shudder and whine at the feeling. Rohan heard this, and deduced it must be because he brushed his nose against your covered clit.

He smirked at your body's reaction. “Hmm, don't jump to conclusions so quickly, Y/n. This just might work…"

“It would work better if we were naked,” you stated bluntly. Rohan had to agree. The friction of skin against skin would certainly make this whole ordeal easier.

“Also we should switch over to the table instead,” you added. You were sure remaining in the chair would only end in concussions.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Get down from there so we can do this properly,” Rohan said as he tugged on your leg.

You mentally laughed at his words. As if any of this could be considered ‘proper.’ Quickly, you climbed down from your roost upon Rohan's head, eventually crashing into his arms.

“Really Y/n, you ought to be more careful,” he scolded, carrying you over to the table. He raised his knee a bit to shove off a couple of notebooks before sitting down. Now free to move, you situated yourself so you were straddling him.

Comfortable enough, Rohan resumed where you left off. “Now come on, undress-” Before he could continue, you cut him off with a kiss. He was momentarily caught off guard before returning the action. It was rough and messy, with you tangling your hands into his severely gelled hair. Rohan wasn’t very fond of his hair being messed up, but shrugged it off for the heat of the moment.

“Now, I know this novel isn't supposed to be a depiction of our sex lives,” Rohan began, though he had to speak between the moments his lips weren't all over you. “But still I'd later like to sketch out a scene of you and me," you sucked on his tongue, "at this moment,” he kissed down your neck, “as we are right now.” His hands traveled down to feel up your chest, twisting your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.

“For personal viewing pleasure, of course.” Your lips reconnected once more, both of you becoming a hot mess the longer you were glued to eachother.

At last, the onslaught of kisses came to a cease, with the two of you pulling away panting. You reached a hand over to brush the sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead. In return, he cupped your face in his hands, caressing your cheek.

"I hope you understand that I simply must capture your breathtaking beauty.” His breathing was labored, as if your beauty really had taken his breath away.

"Oh, Rohan..." You didn't anticipate for his words to be so genuine and romantic, and you couldn’t help but be flustered by his choice of words. This was just the start to him driving you insane, you thought. You would soon be proven right, because you could already feel how wet you were getting. Seeing as you were still seated in his lap, you took the liberty of grinding yourself onto him.

Rohan groaned at the sensual contact, his head rolling a bit to the side with a sharp inhale of breath. "Oho, excited now, are we? A-aghh...~" Your mouth trailed down to his neck, and you bit at his skin roughly. Rohan didn't really expect this, though with the words you wrote in that story, he should've seen it coming.

Rohan took this time to slide off your shirt and undergarments, and you began to unbutton his clothing as well.

"Ah, be careful with those buttons, they're one of a kind custom mm!-" he was cut off once more when you slid a hand into his pants to rub against his dick. Something of a groan mixed with a shaky laugh left his lips at the sensation.

“So impatient to have me, eh?” He said cockily, his hands running across your back and down to your ass.

“I’m just getting straight to business. We are working on a deadline after all,” you reminded him as you finished slipping his shirt off, tossing it aside.

“I suppose you’re right, so let’s just get right to the part where I eat you out then. Now, this time I think it’d be better if you faced the other way,” he beckoned you onto his shoulders, one of his hands trailing over your clit. The sudden action made you gasp, much to Rohan’s amusement.

You shot him a playful glare before climbing onto his shoulders, doing as he said and facing the opposite way he was. As soon as you were hoisted up, you wrapped your legs around his neck. The friction of skin against skin really did make it easier to stay up. Without any pesky fabric making you slide off, you could finally manage to remain upright without swaying over.

For added stability, Rohan held onto your legs with a moderate grip. He then tilted his head up to check how you were doing. “How’s that, my precious pet?” You don’t think the nickname came from his own accord, as it was what the character he was in the position of in the novel called the other.

“Just fine, master,” you decided to get a bit into the role-playing aspect yourself, though you had to stifle your laughter. Him, your master? You only chose to be in this position because Rohan was rather tall, and you’d have trouble bearing his weight on your shoulders.

With that, your hand threaded into his hair to pull his head far back enough so that you could place your pussy onto his face. Again, Rohan wasn’t anticipating such abrupt action, but caught on quick enough to latch his mouth onto your dripping heat.

He didn’t have room to do much but tongue fuck you, so you could feel him suckling on your sensitive clit right away. To increase the pressure pushing into you, you grinded yourself onto his face. The feeling made your legs tremble beneath his firm grip.

His nose did more than brush against you this time, you were full on riding his face now as he glided his tongue across you. His tongue pressed further into you while he lapped up the wetness dripping from your core.

You could feel yourself reaching your orgasm, and wanted nothing more than to paint the man's beautiful features in your cum, only to lick it all off of him. You wanted to suffocate him, and you nearly did with how deep his face was buried in you. Rohan ate you out like a man starved(which he was since he refused to take a lunch break earlier).

He nibbled on the flesh of your labia before sucking it relentlessly. There was barely any room for him to breathe, but it was as if your pussy was an oxygen tank that gave him life, and he wanted nothing more than to inhale your scent. His lips sent vibrations throughout your body, making you writhe in pleasure and whine.

Although he was completely covered by your dripping heat, Rohan shifted his hold on your legs, his grip tightening enough to leave marks. He somehow managed to spread your legs further apart. Your hold on his hair grew firmer, to the point where your nails pressed against his scalp.

You were a moaning mess, completely fucked out by the skill of his mouth alone. "A-agh..G-god Rohan, I'm close! F-fuckk…" Your legs shook, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold up. His tongue hit a particular spot, causing you to let out a mewling moan and throw your head back as you finally came.

You got your wish. Rohan’s face was covered in your cum, although you couldn’t see it yet since you were still on top of him. Your breathing was heavy and ragged. You thought you could finally be at peace, until you felt Rohan’s tongue enter you once more. You let out a whimper, not being able to handle any overstimulation.

“Rohan you bastard, that’s enough!” You could feel the manga artist’s laughter tickle against you. You rolled your eyes and dismounted the man’s shoulders, though it was less of a dismount, and more of you just sliding off his face and into his arms.

His face was visible to you at last, albeit covered in your release and accompanied by a devious grin. “I must say Y/n, you taste extraordinary.”

Your face heated up at his comment, but you went ahead and took the liberty of leaning forward to lick the cum off his face. Tasting yourself was…something. Not bad, Y/n. That’s some quality orgasm you got going on.

“So, I suppose that position does work after all,” you say once you're done licking his face.

Rohan ran a hand through your hair, planting a short kiss onto your lips. “See, I told you a little hands-on research would help.”

Your mind returned to the initial reason for all this research. That's right, you still had an erotica novel to finish. Your eyes wandered off to the art supplies and sheets of paper on Rohan's desk. “Well, I don’t think I need to write this down anymore for you to get the picture.”

He nodded in understanding. “Right, I’ll get right to it then." Before Rohan could stand to resume his work however, he couldn't ignore the copious erection he had gotten. It didn't take much for you to notice it as well, even if he still had his pants on.

You clicked your tongue at the sight of it. "Looks like you still have a problem to take care of, huh?"

"Yes, it would appear so. Can you blame me though? You just have that sort of enchanting effect on me, my dear.” The smile he offered you was devoid of lustful cockiness, instead carrying a warm and domestic feeling.

Seeing this softer side of the renowned man made you feel more intimate than any mind blowing orgasm could have. It’s strange, just moments ago he had made you weak with the strokes of his tongue, but now his tongue made your heart flutter for other reasons entirely. His words could be very sweet when he wanted them to be.

Rohan spared a quick glance at the clock on his wall, noting that time was running out to finish up the manga. He turned his attention back to you. "You better take care of it quickly, we are running on a tight schedule after all.”

With how well Rohan had pleasured you, it was only fair you return the favor. "Hmm, I wonder if you can still manage to work efficiently even as I suck you off," you mused in a teasing manner.

"Is that a challenge?" Rohan raised a brow at your bold suggestion.

"Maybe," you gave the mangaka a wicked grin as you kneeled before him and slid his pants down. While you were busy doing that, Rohan reached to the next table over to grab his pen and paper.

He began the sketch as usual, but soon stopped to grit his teeth and buck his hips when you placed his cock into your mouth. He risked a glimpse down at you, and the sight of your innocent facade wrapped around his hardened cock only pushed him further over the edge. This would prove to be even more entertaining than it's already been.

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inkpot909 · 11 months

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Rohan Kishibe Falling for an Assistant!Reader

↳ Reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral. Reader is in college and not a stand user.

A/n: ‘roHan KisHibE wOuLd nEveR hiRe an asSissTant-‘ Rohan Kishibe loses in fights against teenagers. He’s been famous since the age of sixteen; there’s no way he can even do the dishes properly.

Warning(s): Swearing.

Rohan Kishibe began the process of finding a personal assistant not a year after Yoshikage Kira’s death.

Not too long before, the idea of hiring an assistant was one the mangaka would openly mock. Him? Needing assistance? Not a chance. His work ethic is unreal; able to disregard what other artists would consider as valuable help. The Great Rohan Kishibe works solo at every opportunity and everyone ought to know it.

Although his reputation to many of the people around him can be rocky, one would be hard pressed to find anyone with the opinion that he needed an assistant at all.

However, the kind of aid he sought was, for lack of a better term, a glorified maid.

The Kishibe resident itself is big enough to comfortably home a family of five, and Rohan famously lives by himself. And completing tasks associated with home ownership had always been a big pain in the ass to the artist. Too much of his time was wasted on ‘unnecessary’ trivials (things others would describe as regular adult responsibilities).

Not only does he lose precious work time to maintaining a house, but also to grocery shopping, sending messages to his editors, and even cooking.

In short, he independently searched for someone to take care of his home and busybody tasks on the regular. Releasing an ad, he felt confident that he’d find someone. Even if the job itself turns a handful away, a generous payload would be sure to entice a fair amount of people.

Trudging through resume after resume, interview after interview, Rohan eventually came across you.

A young college student, taking a small yet steady stream of classes. Your resume was average to many your age, but stood out to him for other reasons. Namely, your application was well-written and to the point (something he had increased appreciation for at that stage in the interviewing process). Not only that, but the specific experiences you have had in the workforce was good insensitive as well. The final nail in the coffin was a general feeling of honesty pooling from your written words. Judging by how it was written, he could sense genuine realness. In short, you didn’t bullshit.

Amidst your educational endeavors, you searched tirelessly for a stable income. Spotting Kishibe’s ad, you resolved it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. And as fate would have it, you were contacted in order to set up an interview.

Unsure of what to expect, you dressed yourself up and swallowed your nerves. The interview itself was to take place at a tiny coffee shop in Morioh Cho and you were thankful for the short trip.

Meeting one another at the agreed time, Rohan’s character quickly confused the hell out of you (as much as it was intriguing). He’s certainly the type to leave a lasting first impression, while seeming careless to your own thoughts on him.

It was intimidating, overwhelming, and admirable all at once.

Also, he made it clear his work’s extremely important to him, the sole reason behind why he searched for help in the first place. More time to work; more time to dig for inspiration.

His dedication is what truly sold you, finding it weirdly motivating. Within just fifteen minutes of speaking to him, you’d forgotten that he’s only a year or two older than yourself.

That was, until the interview went on longer and he let it slip that certain worries plague him. Especially between chapter releases. The prospect almost made you sad; both his ego and anxiety possibly due to being a well-renown artist from a relatively young age.

Your personal response to the questions plaguing your brain was to disregard them, and instead focus on an expectant Kishibe. His eyes were sharp, looking down at you and impatiently awaiting a response to a question you completely missed.

You didn’t need to hear the exact words, though. Smiling sheepishly, you reached out your hand and shook his own. In the back of your mind, it was assumed any answers to your questions would eventually arrive one way or another.

They were bound to, considering Rohan Kishibe was- from that moment onward -officially your boss.

And to say it was a rough start for the both of you would’ve been an understatement.

Initially, you were a little shy about making any more assumptions or even observations. Hell, you were shy in general. Adjusting to the new job became a top priority over any curiosity about your peculiar boss. But when working with a man like Rohan Kishibe, it’s difficult not to hang over his every last word despite yourself.

However, time brings with it familiarity. Not only with a usual work routine, but with Rohan himself. His initial sternness made meeting his expectations all the more satisfying. Without a doubt, you were proud of how quick you got into the swing of things.

He prioritized quietness and swiftness, but was also surprisingly fair. Even after accustoming to the work environment, he always comments on a job well done.

Except for when he’s deeply invested in his work. To you, it’s difficult to tell if he even notices your presence upon entering the art room. However, it’s not as if you slipped into the background, but he simply grew used to you being there on occasion.

Months passed. You grew to have less and less questions about a man you no longer called Mr. Kishibe, but instead by his first name.

The two of you don’t necessarily need to speak in order to be communicative. You’re at a point in your relationship now where you found reading into his actions to be surprisingly easy.

That��s an aspect he certainly wasn’t expecting either, not used to such things.

Just the smallest shift of his facial expression- just a lift of a brow -and your eyes light up with understanding. Sure, he can ‘read others like a book,’ but you’ve seemingly mastered the language of Rohan Kishibe’s demeanor without any stand power.

Then he notices that you’ve started doting on him. An extra selection of sugar with his morning tea. Always taking an enthusiastic intrest whenever he shares his art. And a specific kind of contentment or pride you put into your work that he honestly would have never foreseen.

For the longest time, he was adamant that he wouldn’t use his stand to peak at your past and present. His power had grown considerably, and became more selective of who he investigates. However, his curiosity overcomes a sense of restraint on his own abilities.

He couldn’t help but take a peak. Besides, he could find something usual for his writing. Regardless of whether or not he did, he found something else as well. Written in on your second page, his name was the most recent in a list of people you harbor (or have harbored) feelings for.

Rohan can move on after that. No problem. It wasn’t the first time he’s found his own name written down in someone’s book as a crush. It’s nothing to pester you about; nothing to even ponder. Nope. Just go back to work. Not a hint of romance is going to suddenly appear in his manga (it’s psychological horror, why would it be?) out of thin air.

A week passes. Two weeks pass. He’s become a little more silent as of late, but it’s nothing you care to mention at all. Rohan gets absorbed in his work often, and you figure you’ll get the chance to ask him about his work a later time.

Your patience is respectable; it’s downright endearing. But the lack of investigation on your part made his teeth grind together in frustration.

He doesn’t think of you that much. Not really; don’t flatter yourself. His mind just lingers on your memory when you leave. Rohan’s thoughts merely turn to you when introducing a noticeably beautiful character in Pink Dark Boy. And it’s nothing special that he gets agitated when he doesn’t see you for a few days.

While you put him out of your mind (the thought of him is far too flustering), Rohan’s lingers on your more and more. The glances he throws at you dwadle, observant in the way you’ve been for months.

Standing in the front hall of Rohan’s home, your body is leaning against the wall while you pull your shoes on. The sun hangs low in the sky, kissing the horizon line. A pinkish blush spreads across Morioh Cho, dusk signaling the end of your work day. While making your effort, footsteps travel from the top floor and down the stairs.

Lifting your head, a smile spreads across your face when meeting your boss’s gaze. He’s made his way to the bottom of the stairs, stopping a comfortable distance in front of you. “Taking a break?” you ask gently.

“For a short while,” he confirms, before adding in a mumble, “Although I know you’d lecture me about working late.”

“You said it, not me,” you jest, straightening your back upright after slipping on your shoes. You fold your hands behind you, long coat softly swaying as you momentarily rock back and forth on your feet.

“Only so you don’t say it yourself.” Rohan crosses his arms, shifting his weight onto his right foot.

“Because you prefer the sound of your own voice?”

Rohan opens his mouth, only to close it anticlimactically a moment later. His brows furrow, and eyes dart away from your person. Biting the inside of his cheek puffs out his lips subtly.

It’s times like this that you wished you were the artist. He’s so insistent on capturing reality, in all it’s forms. But he’d be your muse of choice. Yet he neglects that he’s a work of art himself, you mentally note with an audible giggle.

Rohan’s demeanor changes, his pondering expression morphing into a curious one. It merely strengthens your smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Rohan,” you finally speak.

“Yes, of course,” he replies dismissively, as if it was redundant of you to mention.

Chuckling once more, you move forward. The mangaka’s breathing catches in his throat when you wrap your arms around him, and forehead collides with his chest. The hug is short, but noticeably warm.

You pull away far too quickly, waving him ‘goodbye’ and going on about buying him a St. Gentleman’s sandwich for lunch the following day while walking out the door. Rohan merely nods, watching the front door delicately shut behind you.

He’s stunned. Unmoving in his spot, only his eyes blink dumbfoundedly. Is he really going to head upstairs like nothing happened? Even now? Just continue working a few more hours of the night away? Maybe he should mull you over in his mind for a moment or two. Maybe for a couple of minutes. The way he’s starting to feel around you may not be a problem, but it certainly is something isn’t it?

He bites his lower lip, silently cursing your name. He attempts to ward away the rising heat on his cheeks with a shake of his head. For once, he’s glad he cannot use his stand to read his own mind. Because even without such ability, he has no doubt it would clearly state that The Great Rohan Kishibe has grown much to close to his assistant.

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honeybleed · 1 year

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a week away ⋆ kishibe rohan

part two

synopsis: some bizarre going ons whilst rohan navigates his complicated feelings about you on a trip he was vehemently against in the first place.

content & warnings: fem!reader, canon-verse, reader is an editor for shueisha, set around thus spoke kishibe rohan (2006) so rohan is twenty seven but please pretend he still has his house and isn’t shacked up with koichi 😭, reader insert but there are some ocs, unhealthy relationship dynamics, miscommunication, sort of love triangle, emotionally constipated dumbasses, jealous & possessive rohan, reader comes across a bit erratic and self deprecating, angst, smut so mdni but half baked as hell

author’s note: i really be writing for the strangest of characters.. but idk i have severe rohan brainrot and all the edits of him in eyes of heaven and all star battle make me feel a type of way

word count: 6.3k

"Come on Rohan...it'll be fun." You said for the dozenth time as you trailed after him in the longwinded hallways of his grand property.

You tried your best to coax him into somehow complying with the trip.

But after working with the arrogant manga author for all these months, you knew it'd be useless unless you dropped the bomb.

He pretended as if he couldn't hear you, then stood over his desk. Your staring at him caused him to groan and roll his eyes.

"Why would I bother with such frivolous affairs? I have things of great importance to otherwise attend to." He said, not even bothering to look at you as he was sorting through sketches.

"Okay, so you don't like those other authors-"

"It's not that I don't like them, they're simply not on my level." He interjected.

"Fine, they're not on your level. But how could you even come to that conclusion? You barely even speak to other authors."

"I don't need to speak to them to know they're not on my level."

You balled your fist behind your back and dug your nails into your palm.

"Rohan." You said, calmly. "I'm invited too, y'know. If you don't want to interact with the others, why not just use this as an opportunity as vacation time for the two of us?"

He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes and you tried to give him a teasing smile but you could feel humiliation seeping in when he simply stared at you as if you had lost your mind.

He pursed his lips, then took several strides away from the desk and stood right in front of you. You felt yourself shrinking away from his intimidating stature with those stormy eyes.

"So...all of this mundane pleading of yours for me to attend this stupid trip was a plot to seduce me?" He spat as he glared at you.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

To say Rohan was a flip-flop would be the understatement of a century. The man was a rollercoaster.

There were days when he was responsive in his peculiar way, like the evening of a Shueisha company party, he gifted you a hair slide, adorned with crystals and opal stones.

At first, you thought it was a regular one.

You were grateful all the same, but when you showed your friend and later got it appraised, the fact that Rohan had dropped serious cash on the gift made your jaw hang.

Another time, when you mentioned a specific tea that you liked very much but struggled with because it never seemed to be in any of the stores when you visited Morioh.

There was soon an endless stock of the boxes in his kitchen cupboards despite your trips to his home not being that frequent.

All the considerate actions of Rohan made your heart leap to your throat, but he swore he wasn't doing it to impress you.

But regardless, you reciprocated the affection whenever he was willing to receive it. Be it a peck on the cheek, a chaste kiss on his lips before you bounded off with his latest manuscript or lacing your fingers with his.

Those happened once in a blue moon.

Because the rest of the time, he'd sternly give you whatever you needed to send over to the office and usher you out of his house.

What spurred that attitude was your criticisms of whatever he had drafted, which he didn't take kindly to.

You'd never let any man treat you in that manner but you told yourself Kishibe Rohan wasn't just any regular man.

It's not as if you had a lack of self-respect, getting a glimmer of romance and affection from Rohan felt like a reward after being challenged for so long.

It was a lot more interesting in the landscape of mind-numbingly boring dating in your twenties. You'd take the sparring off with Rohan over any boring first-date convos.

You sighed.

"You're right, silly me. But now, you've pushed me, the higher-ups are saying attendance is mandatory otherwise there will be serious consequences."

"What, they'd drop the great Kishibe Rohan for not turning up to this nonsense?!" He exclaimed eyebrows knitted together in shock as he blinked rapidly.

You took a deep breath. Yep, now it was time for you to play dirty.

"You know, Rohan. You used to be Shueisha's favourite. You were their golden boy, their resident moneymaker. But that was...hm...seven, six years ago?" You began as you drummed your fingers against his desk.

He pressed his lips in a thin line as he narrowed his eyes.

"What are you getting at?" He questioned, voice laced with scepticism.

"Some would say...you're past your prime. The numbers don't lie. However, the company is extending you courtesy that a lot of its authors haven't experienced. Would it be wise of you to bite the hand that feeds you?" You stated as you tilted your head.

"You know I could care less about money." He sneered.

"Ah but money plays a big part, doesn't it Rohan? I would've thought you outgrew the naive artist mentality."

You don't feel as guilty as you used to when you started the underhanded tactic of emotional manipulation with Rohan.

In an ideal world, he'd do what he was told but it almost seemed as if he got off on making things hard.

So the only thing you could do was make jabs at the only thing he cared about in this world.

His work.

You were met with silence.

"Curses." He finally muttered.

"Lighten up, I thought you liked to travel? You can use this trip as a chance for more material for Pink Dark Boyyyy~." You singsonged.

He called out your name as he followed you to close his front door.

"Yeah?"

"Next time you come to my property to insinuate I'm washed up, don't wear something as hideous as paisley print. It's autumn, for goodness sake." He spat as he slammed the door in your face.

You rolled your eyes.

"Diva." You muttered under your breath.

Later that evening, after leaving Rohan's place you met up with your best friend.

"Remind me, why do you even have feelings for that pretentious asshole?" Your friend, Mina said as the two of you sat at the bar.

"Dunno..." You said, a little giggly from all the shots you downed. you rested your face onto your hand. "There's just something really special about him. He's not like-"

"He's a nutjob and so are you." She sighed. "And drunk. Let me get a cab before you throw up all over me."

And with that, she headed over towards the phone booth. You picked your head up from resting as you noticed a familiar face ordering a drink.

"... Ryosuke?" You said aloud.

"Y/N, is that you?" He responded, equally as shocked.

Tsuchiya Ryosuke was another manga author, his series Soul Moon was probably one of the only mangas close to rivalling Pink Dark Boy.

Honestly, you loved Soul Moon more than Pink Dark Boy.

You found Ryosuke's artistic skills breathtaking. It also didn't help how swoon-worthy the romance factor in the series was despite being a shonen.

Whilst Rohan was ever so trendy and fashionable with an androgynous-like beauty, Ryosuke looked like an ordinary salary man. Handsome, nonetheless.

With his shaggy chestnut hair and the bridge of his glasses that were bandaged, he was extremely tall but slim.

He seemed to have a soft spot for you, you just weren't interested, as bad as you felt.

"Yup! I didn't know you were in Morioh! It's so nice to see you." You gushed, over-friendly from the alcohol.

"Well the port is in Morioh so I figured I'd spend a night at the hotel rather than travelling all the way from Tokyo in the morning." He chuckled. "I know better than to ask you what you're doing in town since I know you were given the misfortune of shadowing Kishibe."

Ryosuke and Rohan loathed each other.

It was whispered amongst fans of comic books ever since Rohan had dubbed Soul Moon cheesy and having the substance of wet cardboard.

Which Ryosuke countered with a scathing review, accusing Pink Dark Boy of being past its prime and pretentious.

You waved a hand.

"Rohan's not that bad," You responded, causing Ryosuke to quirk a brow.

It was a well-known fact amongst everybody at Shueisha that Rohan was unbearable.

"...Weeeeelll." You drawled out. "He can be kinda sweet when he wants to. Which is a very small percentage. I'm holdin' out since I'm grateful to even work with you guys."

"Don't say that, Y/N! You're a great editor. You got this job with your hard work, so don't undermine your accomplishments." Ryosuke reassured.

"Cab is in ten min-" Mina paused when she saw Ryosuke standing near the bar stool she was sat on before. "I don't believe we've met before?"

"Oh, Mina this is Ryosuke. He's a manga author too."

"I should've introduced myself first, apologies." He said.

"You guys are cute, fussing over manners." you giggled as you stretched your arms across the bar, then attempted to slide off the stool that they both rushed to steady you.

"Easy there...!" Ryosuke said, a little panicked.

"Sorry, she doesn't know how to handle alcohol." Mina sighed.

"I do too...!" You protested.

You and Rohan stared at the arrangement. You were slightly irritated with yourself because you remember booking two suites. Hell, you paid the price for it too.

But you were told by the receptionist you had managed to put both your names in the same suite.

One room had a large emperor bed, the other had a single bed. You felt Rohan's eyes burn lasers into the back of your head. You knew he was not sacrificing the large bed, whatsoever.

"Why do you get dibs on that bed?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Because I booked the suite-"

"And you did a terrible job." He interjected. "The least you can do is reimburse me by giving me the bed I deserve."

You pulled a face. Conversations with Rohan often felt like something out of a simulation.

"And reimburse you for what, pray tell? You didn't spend a dime, it came out of my pocket."

He let out a snort and shook his head as he said your name.

"What?" You snapped.

"My time and my presence are both valuable. That's what I mean by reimbursement. You are wasting two sacred things to me." He stated, hand on his hip.

"Be a man. You go on holidays all the time, I never do so I think you can handle a single bed." You hissed.

"Why should I?!" He barked. "Kishibe Rohan does not slumber on a dingy little-"

You purposely barged past him, carrying your heavy luggage to stop his rambling.

"I'm sure you can handle a week, we're barely here anyways! The itinerary was packed!"

He simply scowled at you, then begrudgingly dragged his belongings in.

Soon enough, after you'd both unpacked, you stared at your reflection in the mirror above the sink basin.

It was bold of the company to force you both on this trip. And while you were grateful for some R&R, Rohan seemed to be struggling.

You sighed. Why the hell did you feel bad over his tantrum?

He'd probably warm up soon, he liked to be in different environments so he could get up to his beloved task of observing and taking notes to sketch.

You headed out of the cabin to join the tour guide. In your peripherals, you could see Rohan setting up his belongings on the desk which was clearly meant to be a vanity desk.

Days passed.

This seemed to be a luxury cruise, every deck had any activity you'd want to do.

Stops at little port towns, late-night dinners and entertainment with jazz bands and singers.

Cooking classes, all sorts of arts and crafts, and sports.

You'd even felt new friendships blossom with the other editors and manga authors you barely talked to.

Rohan seemed to be reclusive, and you had given up on trying to get him to talk to the other authors and staff.

It would've ended up in an argument with his lack of social skills so you saved yourself the headache.

You lounged in the pool on the deck, taking in the sun.

The sun beating down on your skin and the clear, turquoise waters were simply heavenly on your sore muscles.

You suddenly felt a wave in the pool, and it was none other than Ryosuke taking a few breaststrokes towards you.

You gave him a grin and placed your sunglasses on your head.

"Hello stranger, what brings you here?" You greeted. He snatched a pool noodle to drape his arms over it and smiled at you.

"Who would turn down flirting with a gorgeous lady in a swimsuit?" he said with a grin.

"Ryosuke!" You gasped. You felt the tips of your ears heat up a little. You sloshed some water towards him.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes were piercing at the two of you messing around in the water.

Rohan felt a pain in his jaw as he clenched his teeth. How he despised that wretched manga author.

Later that evening, you were dashing around the cabin getting dressed for tonight.

Rohan watched you, bewildered.

The woman in front of him was not the same woman who would knock at his door to pass on messages from Jump in quite possibly the most unattractive, frumpy clothes he'd seen.

He was staring at a woman adorned in a simple black dress. Yet the way it seemed to hug on the curves he didn't even know you had was almost mouth-watering.

"Are you coming, then?" You questioned as you fastened on the hoop earrings.

"... I'm going to be preoccupied translating my notes into the sketches, so no unfortunately I will not be attending," He stated.

"Jeez, Rohan! What activities have you even attended?" You said through gritted teeth.

".. I happened to have surveyed the arts and crafts and crocheting class."

"Did you even take part?!" You shot.

"Now why would I do that?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever. I'll be on the second deck if you feel like joining."

"Yes, you go and do that. Give me some peace and quiet so I can continue with my work that you've derailed enough with this ridiculous trip." He scathed.

"Only your stubborn ass would complain about a holiday of all things." You retorted. "How my heart weeps for you."

"Didn't you say you were leaving?" He snapped.

"I'm going!" You huffed.

After you left he found himself unable to concentrate.

Having an extreme lapse of attention span as he stared at the outline of the sketch in front of him, he thumped his fist onto the table.

"Damn that woman!" He thundered to himself.

Seeing her frolic in the pool with that accursed manga author Ryosuke and then having the nerve to look gorgeous when she left, his head was spinning.

He breathed through his nose and clutched his head.

It probably wouldn't hurt to take her invitation.

She was invading all aspects of his mind so maybe being with her would make it go away.

But as he stood at the entrance of the ballroom, and saw you on the dance floor, two-stepping to a slow jazz tune he felt a burning sensation in his chest.

You were giggling, your eyes were lit up and he even twirled you around.

He scoffed and marched off, as the scene was becoming too unbearable to witness anymore.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of him at the doorway. For some reason, he had his arms crossed in front of his chest and eyes narrowed directly glaring at you.

"I'm gonna head over to Rohan," You said, a little apologetically to Ryosuke, pulling out of his grasp.

You could've sworn you saw a flash of irritation overtake his features, but then a smile fixed onto his lips.

"No, sure! Go ahead."

You waved him off and began to weave through all the couples on the dance floor as you made your way towards Rohan.

As soon as he saw you approaching him, he fled the scene.

"Hey! Rohan!" You called out, following after him but he walked away fast.

"Are you ignoring me?!" You cried out, but still no response.

You stopped in your footsteps and just stared off into the hallway.

You could chase after him and confront him in your cabin but the entire interaction left you in disbelief...and hurt.

"Rohan." You said for the dozenth time that night after you returned from the ballroom.

The only sound in the cabin was a pencil scratching at a ridiculously fast speed.

"What is your problem? Why are you pretending I don't exist?!" You hissed.

The pencil paused, and Rohan turned from his seat to finally make eye contact after what seemed like hours.

His arm was on the edge of the seat. He cocked his head to the side.

"...Well?" You said, making a face.

"I wouldn't have thought you would even have noticed," He said, nonchalantly.

You could've sworn your eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. He was just so ridiculously frustrating.

"We are sharing a cabin, Rohan. I think receiving silent treatment from somebody I'm in the same vicinity with would be blatant."

You threw your hands up in irritation.

"You know what? Fine. If this is what you want, I'll play along. Hell, I'll beat you at your own game." you spat, then slammed the bathroom door shut with such force it caused the cabin to shake.

"Drama queen." Rohan spat.

Slumped against the railings of the deck, you opened your palm.

There was Rohan's earring. He hadn't given it to you. It was way back when the early days when you first became his editor.

He'd driven you home and it had been getting quite late. It was either midnight or one in the morning.

He'd taken it off his earrings and headband and absentmindedly handed the earring to you.

You kept it around. No particular reason.

Looking at the shiny gold manga pen tip, you felt a little pathetic. There was no reason why you should be wallowing over the manga author.

Your co-worker, Izumi saw you fawning over the earring.

"Just a word of advice. Fan girls don't make it very far in this job." She had said, harshly.

You didn't take offence. Izumi was a senior at the age of twenty-five, she was clearly doing something right.

The earring from now on served as a reminder to put your admiration of Rohan's work to the side.

You were hired as an editor to thoroughly vet his work. What use would there be to hire you to kiss his ass all day?

So things changed. You still had the weird romantic moments but you had gone from viewing him as some sort of untouchable God to a colleague.

You should put on your big girl panties and just go confront him about how much of an asshole he was being, giving you the silent treatment for days now.

Your peers noticed it was making you wilt. You were in good spirits for the entirety of the trip, now you were hunched over not even bothering to greet the others.

"Enough is enough." Izumi sighed.

She was Rohan's previous editor but after a few months, she requested a move to another manga series.

She still adored Rohan but she said if she worked with him any longer she would've developed hypertension with how insufferable he was.

"What?"

"I don't know whatever happened between you two but you need to get a grip on yourself. With our schedules, holidays are scarce. Do not ruin it because of one of his little tantrums." She chastised, with her hands on her hips.

"How did you know?"

"I know him like the back of my hand. He throws a hissy fit whenever somebody he has feelings for talks to other people. Kooky, I know but there's no changing him."

You didn't respond.

Of course, Rohan had feelings for you, as much as you had feelings for him. But what the hell was the next step?

"He should say something instead of acting so hot and cold." You thundered to yourself, internally.

"Stop wasting your own time and have some fun. They're having free drinks for ladies at the bar in the ballroom tonight. Join me." Izumi said, with a smile.

After reaching the acceptance stage of being on the receiving end of Rohan's cold shoulder you were settled on the soft armchair, embroiled in a random novel you'd plucked off the shelf.

Today seemed fairly pleasant but being up so early made you look forward to winding down and sleeping.

There was an exact knock on the door, which you knew belonged to none other than Rohan who you hadn't spoken to at all, despite sharing a cabin.

"Rohan, this is your suite too." You responded, eyes still fixated on a passage.

"Well, may I come in? I was just making sure not to invade your privacy but I guess you fail to recognise basic manners." He snarked.

You rolled your eyes.

"...Just come in." You said through gritted teeth.

He shut the door behind him and remained quiet. He seemed to be waiting for you to look at him which you weren't bothered in doing.

He cleared his throat a few times to gain your attention, causing you to fold the corner of the page and shut the book, slightly agitated.

"...Yes, Rohan?" You chimed, voice laced with passive aggressiveness.

His cheeks were dusted a rosy pink and his lips were pursed together.

It seemed as if he was attempting to string a sentence together.

"You looked rather ravishing today. And the day before." He finally blurted out.

Your brows knitted together in bewilderment.

Those words coming out of his mouth were almost unheard of. Especially considering his behaviour.

"...Thank you, I guess?"

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

"Why would you think that?" You responded, sarcastically.

"You've been...cold to me." He replied, not catching on.

"Oh Rohan, I'm simply playing the game YOU started." You said as you made your way towards him and patted his shoulder.

Rohan was furious with himself.

Namely, because you were undermining him and he was getting ridiculously turned on at your words and demeanour.

You weren't the same timid assistant from Shueisha with the ugly oversized jumpers.

"Now...is that all? Or are you going to start getting ready for bed?"

"Don't talk to me like that..!" He cried out. "I hate how you made me feel these past few days. I felt like a kicked puppy vying for its owners' attention watching you talk to that sorry excuse of a mangaka."

"... Ryosuke? Jeez, Rohan, you gotta let the resentment go at some point."

"I could care less about what drivel he publishes but the way he was looking at you and touching you was nausea-inducing!" He exclaimed as he jabbed a finger at you.

"Oh! So now you only care about me because you think there's another guy? Jealousy is not a good look on you." You spat.

You turned on your heel to march away from him, being done with this conversation but all of a sudden, your back was slammed against the wall and a very furious Kishibe Rohan was pressed against you, emerald eyes simmering.

You were terrified but the feeling of his solid, toned body made butterflies burst in your stomach. He pressed his forearm against your throat and glared at you.

"You are mine. From the day you were assigned to overlook my work, you should've known that you belong to me."

You were at a loss for words.

"Rohan, I'm warning you. Get your hands off of me and step back before I scream and ruin your reputation forever." You threatened.

"You wouldn't dare." He sneered.

"Oh, you really wanna try me?" You hissed.

He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly followed your demand. Pulling away from you.

"I've let you disrespect me for as long as I've known you...I was foolishly blinded by my admiration for you."

His arms were folded and he looked indifferent. As if he didn't have the slightest bit of remorse at what had just taken place.

"Goodnight." You said, voice defiant as you glowered at him.

You couldn't sleep. The both of you did your nighttime routine in deafening silence.

That feeling overtook you again. You hated it. Why did you always have pangs of guilt when you gave Rohan the energy he gave you first?

You tossed and turned in the pitch black for what seemed like hours.

That, until you slipped out of the single bed (that idiotic feeling guilted you into giving him the emperor bed you had sought out so badly) and approached the doorway of his room.

You swallowed thickly.

He was wrong. Everything that had transpired was caused by him. So why did all you want to do was make him feel better? Even apologise?

Your soft spot for the arrogant manga author was your downfall, truly.

You pushed the door open and saw him staring at the ceiling.

"You still haven't slept?" You murmured.

"How can I sleep when you hate me?" He questioned, angrily. Still not looking at you.

There was an odd pang of hurt when you registered the tone of his voice.

You sat on the side of his bed and turned on the bedside lamp.

"I don't hate you, Rohan." You huffed out, met with silence.

"I could never hate you." You sighed. "As much as you deserve it."

"That's...reassuring to hear." He responded.

"Look at me." You said and he obliged. "You made a mistake and...I know people would think I’m batshit crazy but I know you pretty well, so I won't force you to apologise. But I know you feel bad..."

"Don't say I'm yours and that I belong to you unless you're mine and belong to me. You got that?"

He glared at you, then nodded.

"...So you forgive me?" He said, voice unsure.

"That's a word I thought I'd never hear out of your mouth." You muttered.

"If you're just going to make snide comments, why should I even bother?" He retorted in a haughty voice.

"Okay, okay! I was kidding. Yes, I forgive you Rohan." You snickered as you slid closer to him.

He eyes widened slightly when he saw you approach him.

"...What are you doing..?" He questioned as you crawled over him. "Hmph..!"

You draped your arms around him and pressed your lips against him, hand settling on the nape of his neck.

He tensed against you, blinking rapidly. He could feel his heart flutter. Your hold on him was unlike anything he'd never experienced in his life.

Beautiful women and men, of course he'd been captivated by looks in his past but to be plagued by all these feelings of want and need were foreign to him.

To want what Ryosuke had, you to look at him with affection. He never wanted what anybody else had. Until you.

You pulled away once you felt him shake his head.

"What's the matter?" You asked, a little embarrassed if you jumped the gun and made him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry if you-"

"No! No, don't apologise. Please." He cut you off as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"I wouldn't wanna make this awkward-"

"Just stop talking." He said, causing you to anxiously gnaw at your bottom lip. "You're a terrible kisser."

"WHAT?!" You exclaimed, taken off guard by his comment.

"Yes. You kiss like an awkward middle schooler." He retorted. You rolled your eyes.

"If you're just gonna insult me then what's the point-" You said through gritted teeth.

You felt him haul you onto his lap with great strength which shocked you.

"Slower." He instructed.

You felt something snap in you as you grabbed the collar of his top.

"Do you hear what comes out of your mouth, you jackass?!" You ranted. "I don't need kissing lessons from you! When's the last time you even hooked up with somebody?!"

"That's NONE of your business!" He snarled as he glowered at you, pulling your wrists away from the fabric of his shirt.

"I hope you know I have an active sex life. I know what I'm doing. I would've slept with Ryosuke if I knew this is how you were going to-"

"Don't you dare mention that loathsome man-"

"Well don't insult my kissing!" You argued back. "Ugh." You sulked, attempting to remove yourself from his grip.

"Fine, I'm sorry. I just-" He sighed. "Look at me the way you look at him." He pleaded.

"This was never about him. Rohan, I adored you even before I met him! You were the one who pushed me away at every turn. You gave me glimpses of kindness but would turn on me as if I did something. You caused this."

"I know! You don't think I have some sort of self awareness?! I know I've hurt you."

"So if you know, why do you do it?!" You said, almost in tears from how overwhelmed you were.

You were exhausted.

"As if I know! Look, don't leave. Let me kiss you, instead." He sighed.

He settled his hand on the nape of your neck to crane you down to meet his lips.

You let out a content sigh as his other hand slid underneath your silk top and kneaded at your bare skin.

His tongue slipped into your mouth and his long eyelashes tickled your own. Tongues tangled together as he cupped the side of your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

When he pulled away, for air you could see strings of saliva connecting the two of you. Your nipples hardened and the heat pooling in your lower regions was making you dizzy.

Rohan seemed to be muttering under his breath, sentences you could barely make out.

"Kiss me more...please. You're beautiful. I can't get enough of you. I should've kissed you long ago."

"Are you drunk?" You snickered, his rambling seemed insane.

"No. Did you taste alcohol on my tongue?" He said, curtly.

You shook your head.

"I never took you as a needy one, Rohan." You whispered as you pulled away from his mouth to trace the shell of his ear with the tip of your tongue.

He clutched onto you harder, you felt his nails dig into the flesh of your waist.

"Guess I should've picked up on the signs. Since you were sulking for my attention." You said, taking his earlobe between your teeth.

He swore he was about to burst. It hurt so much, he was straining badly. Usually he could keep some composure when he was aroused but with you? He was a mess.

All he could think of was to be inside of you. And then you did the worst thing you could at that moment.

You clambered off of his lap.

"Where are you going..?!" He cried out.

You snickered to yourself. You only were repositioning yourself but he was already desperate.

Your knee began to rub into his crotch.

He mustered out a few strangled groans.

You retaliated by pushing your knee further and further.

"The great Kishibe Rohan seems to be at a loss for words now, huh?" You giggled causing him to stare at you in horror for a split second but more friction reduced him back to a stuttering mess.

"...Please." he choked out.

"Please what?"

His hands flew up to his bottoms as he scrambled to pull them down. Your hand clamped around his wrist to stop him.

"Now, who said you could do that?"

"Huh, AH-!" He cried out as you twisted your kneecap slowly.

"You want anything? You ask me. I'll think about it, maybe." You snickered.

It felt good to get back at Rohan.

After all the times he made you feel so insignificant and was just beyond condescending towards you, having him in the palm of your hand, so helpless, it was a confident boost.

Also it was pretty hot to see him whimper and beg for you.

Tantalisingly slow, in an attempt to make him more and more desperate, you pulled the pants down at a leisurely pace.

You snorted when you saw the tent in his underwear and the damp stain.

"Jeez. You'd think the self proclaimed great Kishibe Rohan would have some sort of restraint." You said, with a smug smile.

"Stop teasing me, woman...I beg you..." He said, in a pained voice.

"Since its our first...then yeah. Be grateful." You said as you wrapped your hand around his shaft and began to pump slowly.

Your thumb circled his tip simultaneously and Rohan thought he was going to yell. The sensations mixed with the sight of you was making him lightheaded.

His back arched as he mindlessly bucked his hips.

"Rohan, you better behave before I change my mind and make you finish yourself off." You said in a disproving tone. "Is that what you want?"

He shook his head.

"NO! No...I'll behave. I mean it. Whatever you say, just please.." He rambled, his eyes squeezed shut. "I want you."

"Okay.." You said, gently.

You figured you'd had your fill of being a menace.

As much as you doubt he'd stop being a jackass, you felt a little rush to your head seeing him so unravelled.

You lowered your head and your thumb slid from the head to the side, still massaging his member.

You locked eyes with him as you gave a few slow, languid licks then kissed the flesh. You could've sworn his eyes flashed before you.

You then took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue. You wanted to drive him crazy. but you also enjoyed every moment.

Rohan is breathtaking up close. Like this.

From his angular sharp features that should be plastered on every magazine across the globe, his toned abdominals and arms, his sea green orbs that were usually so stormy but every now and then shimmered like galaxies.

And to have him at your mercy, chest rising and groaning you were pretty proud of yourself.

"I'm..." He heaved out.

You slowly pulled yourself off of his length and gazed at him.

"Do you wanna finish in my mouth?" You asked.

He shook his head as he propped himself up with his elbows. His hand reached out to undo the front clasp of your bra.

He cupped your right breast and your eyes widened.

It didn't take a genius to guess what he wanted.

Nonetheless, you obliged and soon enough the milky, white fluid began to ooze onto your boobs.

He threw his head back in relief as he breathed out heavily.

"Lick it." He said hoarsely, returning to his ordinary self.

"Huh?"

"I said lick my cum. I want you to do it in front of me." He ordered.

On your knees, you scooped the remnants with your forefinger and middle finger, bringing it towards your tongue as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

"Who would've thought you were this lewd?" He snickered as he shook his head. "Make sure you don't leave a drop."

You nodded as you sucked what you gathered clean.

He cleared his throat.

"Hmph. Well it wouldn't be fair if I didn't reciprocate." He said as he pulled his top over his head and threw it across the room.

"You don't have to.." You said a little coyly, fingers still in your mouth.

"Nonsense."

Without a beat, he yanked you up from the floor and pushed you onto the bed causing you to squeal.

"...Rohan!"

"More. I want more of you, I want to taste you." He murmured, greedily as he laved kisses across your chest, stomach, abdominals.

He left no place untouched and you swore you were in heaven.

"How obscene are you?" He questioned as he hooked a finger to pull down your underwear. "Absolutely soaked from sucking me off."

"Don't let it get to your head." You huffed.

He alternated between licking, sucking and trailing gentle and soft kisses along your inner thighs which made you by reflex jerk and clamp them around his head.

"...Rohan." You whined as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin.

"Getting ate out by the great Kishibe Rohan, it's erotic isn't it?"

Despite your hazy state, you still pulled a face. How was he still being pretentious during sex of all things?

You pushed yourself up with your elbows and frowned at him.

"Now, now." He taunted. "You're not exactly in a position to catch an attitude are you, Y/N?"

He pulled away from your heat.

"What the hell is your issue?!" You snapped, agitated.

"Say it."

"Say what?!"

"How excited you are for me to go down on you."

"You are unbelievable." You groaned, thumping your head hard onto the pillow.

"I'm waiting."

You slit your eyes at him, then let out a sigh.

"...I am so excited for Kishibe Rohan to go down on me." You said in a monotonous tone.

"Lacking enthusiasm but I suppose it'll do." He remarked, diving between your legs again.

After what seemed like hours, he took a long slow lick at your drenched slit.

You jerked around and he held your hips down onto the mattress as he happily sucked and slurped at your juices.

Your hand clamped over your mouth and tears threatened your waterline as he moaned against your heat. He drove you up the wall.

You cried out his name and he pulled away to look at you, hair sticking to his forehead and lips glossy with your essence.

"Yes, say my name. Keep saying my name like that. Who is making you feel good?" He said, voice thick with lust.

"You...Rohan..." You slurred.

"Your voice...is so lovely.." He murmured. "It makes me want to taste you even more."

The room was filled with a cacophony of the crude sucking and licking sounds, the wet and squelching as he plunged one finger into your plush walls and your whines.

You hoped the walls weren't too thin.

You felt his finger curl upwards and cried out.

"Rohan, please..."

"What do you want from me?" He asked, voice grating. "I want to feel you properly.." You murmured.

"Okay...I will...I'm getting rather lightheaded anyways." He responded, as he retreated from you, sucking his fingers that were covered in the remnants, obnoxiously making sounds.

"Rohan." You scolded as you covered your face with your arm.

"Tasting the fruits of my labor." He said, teasingly.

He readjusted himself, slotting himself between you. Lining himself to enter you. He met your lips sloppily and passionately. His tongue in your mouth, once again.

"Enough of the games now. I don't think I have any more patience left in me. I need to take you, now." He grumbled.

"Now." You echoed.

Your chests heaved. You needed to open a window or something, however the way Rohan had snaked his arms around your waist made it impossible to leave.

You were enjoying the feeling of his lithe figure against your bare skin. Albeit sticky and clammy.

"Rohan, I need to shower.." You trailed off.

He let out a noise against the skin of your chest which made you giggle and jerk at the vibration.

"Your plan worked." He murmured.

"Huh?"

"You wanted me to come to seduce me. Well, congratulations you vixen."

"Rohan, go to hell." You laughed in disbelief. "I did not bring you on this cruise to sleep with you."

"Well why else?!"

"I told you, you jerk! They were gonna take it as disrespect if we didn't haul our asses here!"

You pulled away from his grip and searched for your discarded clothing.

He propped himself on his elbows and gave you a smug smile.

"It's not like I'm not complaining."

"I'm not some creep that needs to lure you somewhere!" You snapped as you stormed off to the bathroom. He laughed to himself in the dark as he shook his head.

author's note: if you read this far, thank you sm and a million kisses for you!! there will be a part two that will make the synopsis make more sense KSKDJSK anyways I published this at like 3am so sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes lawl. also sorry about the awkward smut, i'm working on it i promise

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