pup 🦴

johnny joestar x fem! reader

synopsis: he's tossing and turning in bed, trying to go to bed. but you're constantly on his mind.

tags: nsfw, fem! reader, masturbation, reader isn't present but mentioned a lot, daydreaming, mommy kink (!!!), slight overstimulation, johnny highkey self deprecating lol

word: 1.7k

the room felt hot when johnny laid on his bed, his blue eyes staring angrily at the ceiling. his mouth felt dry, the thought of you never leaving his head even as he tries to go to bed. but the word "trying" was already a bit of a stretch. he spent hours doomscrolling on his phone, just to pass the time. he came across a certain video, a happy couple smiling together as they did whatever stupid internet challenge was trending right now. he couldn't help but feel delusional the more he stared at the girl, she looked scarily like you. she could pass off as your twin even. same hair color, the texture, the eyes, down to the curve and shape of your lips even.

wait what? was he really thinking about you right now?

the video replayed multiple times, his eyes pouring on to the girl as she danced with her boyfriend before covering her face out of embarrassment. something you probably would've done if he did something to make you laugh like that. he thought about the curious look on your face when you would be up to no good. your voice would go up an octave if he caught you in a lie.

he hasn't seen you at all this week, you were busy doing god knows what. living your life? you were only friends and yet he couldn't help but be involved with your one way or another. he wanted to be the one you would run to for advice. the one you would cry to when the boyfriends that would come and go break your heart. the one you would cuddle up you late at night, but.. normal friends do this too right?

he closed out of the app, switching to instagram instead to view your profile picture. just out of curiousity. he started at your profile picture, you changed it recently and he was for sure the first one to notice. he paid attention to the little things you changed, like how your bio for once changed to a group of emojis that made no sense to him. probably something to fit your "aesthetic" as stupid as that sounds but he thought it was cute of you to think that much. to care what other people think of you, even if you don't realize it.

he scrolled through your posts, most of them were pictures of you and your friends. some of them included foods and trips you went, others of animals you encountered or pets that you had. you just looked so free and happy. he'd stumble upon beach photos where you were wearing the cutest bikini. but he stared for a lot longer than he would've liked. he already commented on the post when you first uploaded it, receiving a cheeky response from you that made him chuckle. but he zoomed in on those group photos, at how smooth your skin looked under the sun, the way the fabric of the bikini hugged your figure so well. a little too well.

he felt like such a degenerate prying on to you like this, like a big ol' creep. he got excited seeing you in these photos, it seemed innocent enough because you were smiling and throwing the peace sign. but he imagined you in a completely different lense. one that would make his body feel tingly.

he trailed his free hand down his torso, imagining it was your own as you'd whisper into his ear at how good he was being for you. the other held his phone, scrolling to see if there was anymore pictures of you that he can save in his spank bank. something that'll get him through the night.

he was quick to pull his sweatpants down, his cock already springing free from the loose fabric. he was glad that he didnt wear underwear this time, it wouldve felt a lot more restraining. he hissed quietly the way his length slapped against his stomach, he sat up slightly and pressed his back against the headboard. shifting into a much more comfortable position, he brought his attention back to the photo of you. he fantasized the things the two of you would get into. sneaking away from everyone, sharing kisses here and there and your hands would linger into dangerous territories of his body.

"right here?" he could hear you ask, the scenario playing in his head as he pictured you in that same bikini. you'd drop down to your knees, looking up at him with that same dumbfounded look. "wow, you're already hard?"

"i can't help it..." he mumbled back, watching as you were about to pull him out from his swim trunks. but a pesky mosquito buzzed around you and you were quick to swat your arms around. you hissed as it bit you, the tiny red bump visible on your arm.

"goddammit..! i hate those things." you groaned in frustration. but johnny felt his heart race at the sight. it's so.. plump and red, he wanted to suck on it and that pained expression as you fought the urge to itch it really got him going.

you turned your head to see him already pulling himself out, teasing the tip of his flushed dick with his hand. "leave it," he huffed, lidded blue eyes never tearing away from you. "just touch me."

"manners, boy." you warned him, scooting closer so that you were face to face with his cock. "please, what?"

"mommy..." it was instinctual and he wanted to slap a hand over his mouth. why did his voice crack when he said it too? even in his fake, sex scenarios he was still a fucking loser. "..shit.. i mean-.."

"mmmm..." you hummed happily, wrapping your lips around his raging, thick tip. it hit the back of your throat but surprisingly, you weren't gagging. you were taking him so well, a little too well even.

his back arched as he bucked into the air, his eyes closing shut as the hand that was wrapped around his dick sped up. his breathy moans and his palms stroking his cock bounced off the walls, it was the only thing you would be able to hear. but in his world, he tuned everything out and could only hear your muffled cries out to him.

he filled the inside of your hot mouth and you swallowed it all, staring at him through your eyelashes like a hungry predator. "mommy's good boy.." you purred and he found himself laid back, in a similar position as he is in his bedroom, your hand placed on his chest for balance. "gonna make you cum real hard, yeah?"

he felt like he was going insane, it seemed so out of character for you to talk to him like that. and yet, he felt like he could cum right then and there. "anything for you, mommy.. use me however you want."

“that’s what i like to hear,” you giggled on top of him, the bikini you were wearing had magically vanished and he pictured your nude body instead. you were perfect, like a living masterpiece that he so graciously had the honor to even lay his eyes on; let alone touch.

the phone that he was holding was long gone, it probably slipped out of his hand as he was too busy getting mind numbing head. he quickened his pace, the wet slaps of his palms dragging up and down. his precum was already building up the tip, droplets dribbling down his cock wishing you were here to lick it all back up.

oh how he would love to have you here, what would you think if you walked in on him touching himself like this? to the thought of you bouncing on his cock and sucking him dry, in that skimpy bikini that wasn’t so skimpy in the pictures; though his mind made it all up in his head that you were so willing to show so much of your skin.

maybe he really was a disgusting, loser creep who had nothing better to do than shove his hands under his pants to rub one out quickly. just to make the ache go away, finding something for a fast release. he wasn’t sure how common or often it was for anyone to fantasize their friends in this way, guilt creeping up on him as feels his balls tighten up at how close he was.

“you gettin’ close?” he heard you whisper to him, imagining your hand grasping his cock as you take over and jerk him yourself instead. “oh, what a good boy, johnny. you’re already makin’ a big mess and you’re not even finished yet.” you taunted, clicking your tongue at him before picking up the pace. the blonde threw his head back, unable to keep his eyes open any longer until the pool of heat burning by his tummy drew closer.

“gonna cum for mommy, johnny? i wanna hear you say it yourself?” your voice rang in his head.

“y-yes..! fuck yes, ‘m gonna cum for you, mommy.” johnny panted, his cheeks were already flushed and his hand on his cock squeezed it one last time before he released on to his hands.

his body was on fire, cold sweat on his forehead as he stared at the ceiling with blown out eyes. the phone that was once in his hand dropped to the floor mid session, the scenario taking over his mind completely as he disregarded any missed messages or notifications. his dick twitched slightly in his hand as he stayed slumped in the same position, his back pressed against the headboard of his bed. the post-nut hit him hard, his mind already scrambling to the thought of you catching him like this. in his most vulnerable state. did he feel bad for rubbing one out to you? not really, considering this was the hardest he’s ever come before. but at the same time, he simply couldn’t look at you as he once did.

his body was still sore but he scrambled to find his phone. the brightness on the screen made his eyes squint but the message he had gotten from you made his stomach drop.

‘i’m coming over! :)’

Submissive!Dom Abbacchio x Dominant!Sub Bucciarati,,,, who said that👀

tags: fem! reader, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, dirty talk, gyro is a little mean, slight bratty! reader, groping, making out

a/n: it's the way my phone kept wanting to autocorrect his name to gary. im terrified if that actually happened and i just happen to miss it in a sentence or two. hopefully not 😭 who tf is gary

your bare back was firmly pressed against his front, your legs shamelessly spread wide open. you trembled at the cool air hitting your aching pussy, your hands desperately grabbing on to the sheets underneath you. his head lolled forward, chin resting on your shoulder as he kept his eyes focused on the way his thick fingers were teasing around the labia. he spread your folds, watching the milky substance seep out and he hisses at how wet you've gotten from the simple gesture alone.

"already, darlin'?" you wanted to moan at the condescending tone in his voice. "i barely touched you, it's almost funny."

"..oh.." you whined as he pushed the tips of his fingers barely inside of you, feeling his chest vibrate from his laughter. your cunt already squeezed around his fingers, wanting to draw him in even deeper and your body shook. "stop being a tease.."

"hey," he warned with a click of his tongue, his other free hand cupping your chin as he forces you to look down as his thick fingers still prodded and poked your heated core. "whose the one in charge here? i'm not the one pantless."

"then fuck me." you blurted, bringing your hand down to wrap around his wrist. "please, gyro... i want it."

"yeah?" he hummed.

you bit your lip and nodded your head. he contemplated for a second, wanting to give in you right then and there simply because you were being a good girl. even if you had a bit of a mouth on you, he liked how quick and witty you can get. he took a deep breath, using his free hand to cup at your breast before finally pushing a single finger through your folds.

your reaction was instant. you felt your body tense slightly, his voice low and quiet as he cooed at you to relax. the pressure, while uncomfortable at first, your pussy quicklg adjusted to the foreign feeling. when was the last time you were touched like this? he'd wonder. though it definitely felt like he got his answer when your voice was already so cute and whiney for him.

"m-more.. i need more, please.." you shook your head, wanting to just fuck yourself on to him. but his hold on you was strong and you'd be met with a slap to your hand if you even dared to touch yourself.

"thats right, baby." gyro sighed, teasing another finger. "you can handle one more, yeah? that's what you want, huh?"

he added another finger inside, leaving a few kisses along your shoulder as your legs trembled. you wanted to close the gap, trapping his hand between your legs but he immediately noticed and used the hand on your breast to keep your legs apart. he hooked one arm under your thigh, pulling you back against him. if you were to melt into his body right now, he wouldn't mind that either. the friction of his wrinkled shirt with your bear back already made everything feel so raw.

"look at you clenching around my fingers. so needy for me." gyro smirked. "wish it was my cock instead, filling you up completely, right?"

"..yes!" you whimpered, bucking your hips to his fingers as you used your hands to support your weight on the bed. "i need your cock.. it's not enough.."

"ahh..." gyro whistles, his eyelids were lidded and his eyebrows furrowed together almost in frustration. there was a twitch in his pants, his erection going unnoticed by him as he pressed it against your back. "..fuck, doll. can't you feel what you're doing to me?"

you drooled, fucked out to comprehend that he was subtly grinding himself on your back. you only felt the familiar ache firing in your abdomen. your pussy hugging his fingers perfectly, he could only imagine it being his dick right now. but his fingers were thick enough for the imagination to run wild.

"yeah, you need that cock real fuckin' bad." he mocked in your ear, that arm that was hooked under your thigh is released. but you kept your legs spread wide open for him. he used the same free hand to turn your head slightly and he leaned in to kiss you.

it started off rather passionately. open mouthed kisses as he muffled your cries. you were so sweet it was addicting. and you could definitely taste the alcohol on his tongue when deepened make out. his free hand at the back of your hand, the other finger fucking your cunt as you matched his thrust with your hips.

you pulled away, rolling your head back as you could feel yourself about to come. you prepared yourself, finding any strength to open your eyes to look at him. to look at gyro who was smiling down at you, knowing that you were almost there. just a little more.

"ahh.. 'm gonna cum..!" you cried, making a mess out of yourself as you coated his fingers. your manicured fingers, reached down as you circled and stimulated your clit, your mouth falling into an "o" shape as you a shot of a warm, transparent fluid puddled at the sheets under you. gyro watched the scene unfold, his eyes widening at the mess you made.

but he kept going.

"..shit, that was hot.." he mumbled, his fingers abusing your puffy pussy. he was knuckles deep, a repeated 'come here' motion as he makes you cum for a second time. "atta girl.." he praised, slowly pulling his fingers out as he kisses your temple.

he held his hand out in front of you, his fingers were completely soaked. but that didn't bother him one bit. he brought those same fingers up to his lips, dragging his tongue along to get a good taste of you. he hummed delightfully, nudging your back to get your attention. he leaned down, pulling you in for another kiss and you were able to taste yourself on his mouth.

it wasn't bad, by any means. you weren't sure if you even remembered tasting yourself before but if it meant making out with gyro then it'd be worth it. only if it were under these circumstances.

"wait a minute," gyro shook at your shoulders a bit, recognizing those sleepy eyes of yours. "we're not done yet. you think you're the only one who needs some release?" he chuckled, fumbling with his belt buckle a bit.

"mm..." you hummed, a lazy hand cupping at his bulge. "i did say i wanted this.." you gave him a squeeze.