#joannewrites

▸ it’s been two in a half months since the start of the steel ball run. you had met your riding partner(s) by chance during the third stage, coming to a mutual agreement of helping each other out.

▸ while being partnered up was nice, it helped quell the loneliness being out in the middle of foreign lands brought, it did little to soothe the tension building up within you.

▸ truth be told, it’s been a while since you’ve had time to yourself… with all the fighting and the holy corpse being tossed and dragged around like a game of tag, finding privacy was hard. sure, you could finish your business while your partner was sleeping but… shame would creep up and overtake you before anything could happen.

▸ it doesn't help the fact that because you’ve been stuck with them for so long, unspoken tension has been building up between the both of you. looks like your only option is to swallow your pride and ask for some help….

johnny joestar !

asking johnny….

▸ at first, johnny would just stare at you blankly, processing everything you just said to him. ‘they..they want me to touch em? just like that?’ not to mention gyro was literally a few feet a way and surely had heard the absurd question…. ‘which is probably why he walked away further…’

▸ when it all settles into johnny’s head, a cute dust of pink creeps up on johnny’s cheeks. he adverts his gaze down to the small fire in the middle of the ‘camp’ you three had set. deep down, johnny had no real problems with this.

▸ “you’re real crazy for askin’ me to touch you while gyro was in earshot, he’ll probably tease me for this in the mornin’ but… let’s take advantage of the fact he ain’t here”

one of the many things johnny had learned from his many experiences, was how to use his mouth. he’d been in bed with many women in the past for him to already have a clear picture of what could get you to tick.

and that’s exactly what he’s doing, with his head between your thighs, johnny looks up at your expecting eyes. he can see clear as day how much you want him, he had barely done a thing and your thighs were already trembling.

“you look so pretty, darling” he mutters loud enough for you to hear, once you advert your gaze johnny leans down to kiss your puffy clit. a cute gasp escapes your lips, eyes snapping right back to look at him.

“pay attention to me, okay?”

and that’s the only warning he gives you as he dives back down to press his warm tongue against your folds. your body automatically jolts at the sudden contact, then quickly melts under his touch as he begins to lick a stripe up your sensitive pussy before sucking on your clit.

your hand slaps over your mouth as you try your hardest to bite back any moan that would erupt from you, fearing that gyro might hear what the two of you were up to.

“mmn, don’t. let me hear you” johnny mumbles into you, continuing what he was doing but with more pressure. making sure that any attempts of silencing yourself become futile. ‘bastard’ he knows gyro’s going to tease you both for this in the morning; yet, he doesn’t care.

you nearly lost all composure when you felt a finger slip inside your entrance, curling it against your spongy walls. your eyes shut themselves tight as you tried to muffle a moan that rolled out your lips. you could barely contain yourself, hips bucking up into johnny. his fingers were long and slender, just barely reaching up just enough to hit a spot you loved.

peeking down, you could see johnny looking up at you, putting on a show of him licking at your swollen clit. fuck, he looked way to pretty down there, hair sticking to his face and his pretty plush lips, it was unfair.

gyro zeppeli !

asking gyro…

▸ much like johnny, gyro gives you a blank stare at first. but it’s mostly due to him being taken back, ‘so bold’ he’d think as his expression quickly morphs into one of mischief.

▸ “oh bambina, my sweet little angel, how could i have not realized you’ve been so neglected these past few days?” gyro would tease, pulling you close and trailing up your thigh. he’d watch as you nervously squirm and press your thighs together. ‘cute’. gyro would lean real close to your ear, pressing a quick kiss to your lobe before continuing his teasing.

▸ “tell me, how much do you want me to touch you?” his hands would stop right at the hem of your pants. gyro wouldn’t go any further until you admitted how many nights you spent wishing he’d just help relieve you of all your troubles… those big hands of his, touching you in all the right places.

▸ if you were shy on telling him, gyro would continue pressing kisses to your hot skin, making you feel like you’d burst due to all the contact he’s giving you. after going for so long without any sort of intimacy, you cant help but get all worked up over it; and he knew this too.

▸ when you finally tell him, gyro would merely laugh before setting you on his lap. as much as he wants to take you right then and there, he wants to savor this moment (to your dismay.)

gyro isn’t exactly when it started, when he started fantasizing about you. admittedly, the race had made him increasingly needy just like it had to you. back in his hometown in Naples, he would’ve given in by now and went seeking for the first pair of legs willing to open for him; sneaking around his strict father of course. but here, gyro couldn’t do that as much as he wanted to.

yet here he is, getting ready to do the exact thing he swore off from doing. shamefully, he must admit that he’s spent countless nights thinking about fucking you stupid. the idea of seeing drool dribble down your swollen lips, his dark lipstick smeared all over your chest all while he pounds into your wet sensitive pussy, drives him crazy.

and here you are, straddling his lap while grinding down onto him, trying your hardest to get off. your glossy eyes filled with lust and need, staring up at him while you bit back your soft mewls.

gyro had no clue as to what he must’ve done in a past life to earn this heavenly sight right in front of him.

“eager are we?” gyro hums, his hands squeezing down on the exposed flesh of your thighs. you were beautiful, and he didn’t know if his patience would last. he wants you now, more than anything.

“gyro…” you whine, tugging on his belt. he only chuckles before undoing it himself, letting you unzip and free him from his clothed restraints. you watch as his thick cock springs out, precum already leaking from his red tip. swallowing thickly, you can feel arousal beginning to pool between your thighs. you need him now..

gyro lets out a hiss when your hands begin to stroke him, putting his hand to the back of your head guiding you down to his lips. for a minute he lets you take control, letting your tongue invade his mouth. gyro’s hands move from your hips down to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up and ripping apart your tights, giving him access to your still clothed cunt.

impatience takes over you, sliding your panties to the side as you adjust yourself over him. mind clouded with the want and need to feel gyro’s thick cock inside of you. his tip rubs against your cunt, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

gyro’s holds onto your hips with a firm grip, slowly pushing you down onto his length. you tried your hardest to silence the moan that threaten to escape you, already overwhelmed at how good he stretched you out, how good he felt inside of you.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbles, eyes shut tight as he fully takes in how good you feel around him.

“you wear me so well, look so good like this,” he hums, kissing your cheek

diego brando !

asking diego…

▸ diego gives you an expression that you can’t really read, it’s teetering between “lust” and “what the hell are you talking about”. regret is already washing over you, asking diego should’ve been the last thing you did. before you can scramble up a half assed excuse and go back to bed, diego interrupts your thoughts by patting the space next to him.

▸ “very well, come here.” he beckons you over. his expression is surprisingly soft, and his words don’t hold their usual haughtiness. crawling over to him, the familiar feeling of anxiety stirs within you. diego’s silent, unusually so.

▸ “I'm not just doing this for your sake, is that clear? i can see the mutual benefit of this so I'll indulge you, just this once.” of course. diego wasn't usually the type to make exchanges without having some sort of end goal in mind. ‘maybe he felt lonely too…’

▸ “but first, you’ll have to earn it.” the smugness in diego’s voice is back, he smirks at your confused face before you notice him pointing at the ground in front of him. ‘ah…of course.’

uncomfortably shifting on the ground, your knees were already aching the second you sat yourself in front of diego. asshole didn’t have the decency to give you any sort of cushioning.

“well, what’re you waiting for? get on with it.” diego huffs, his dick already half hard with a very clear bulge on his left thigh. you roll your eyes before reaching for his belt.

you could feel diego’s stare burning through you. you could easily tell in his mind he thought he held all the power, with his chest puffed out and a smug smirk plastered on his face; but you knew better than that.

from what you could tell, diego was the most needy one out of the two of you. from just one look you already knew how much diego wanted this, how much he longed to be touched in the same way you wanted.

you don’t need to look up at him to tell that he’s biting his lip with his eyebrows furrowed, giving the cutest expression unintentionally.

choosing to ignore the soft gasp that escapes diego when your hand lightly strokes his cock, or when your finger rubs against his too sensitive tip. diego’s trying his damn hardest to keep up his composure and act, you gotta respect that man a little for that.

but, you still wanted to tease him just a bit.

“diego,” you say, licking a slow stripe against his shaft, kissing his tip. you feel diego twitch ever so slightly when your tongue grazed past the hole, as well as hearing light curses under his breath.

looking up at him through your eyelashes, you keep eye contact as you begin to suck on his tip, tongue swirling around it before taking it in your mouth. by now, diegos had a cute tint of red on his cheeks. his breathing was unsteady and each time you pulled away to press kisses down his shaft, his patience ran thin just by a little.

“jesus, what did i tell you to do?! just get on with it already!” diego groans in annoyance, having half the mind to just push you down onto him and fuck your face right then and there. but he wanted to be nice today… let you set the pace. but he was beginning to regret that

“patience wasn’t always your strong suit” you tease.

truthfully, you were as well. which is why it didn’t take long for you to give into his demands. of course, giving into diego was the only choice you had, unless you wanted to deal with an extremely whiny and needy diego later.

©GYROIST

gyro zeppeli.

▸ honestly and truly, Gyro has fantasized about this. god, he loves the idea of you waking him up by wrapping your pretty little lips around his cockhead.

▸ he’s not shy about it either, he’s brought up the idea to you out of nowhere whenever Johnny wasn’t around. (actually, sometimes johnny was around. but johnny would always mentally escape before he heard any more of Gyros fantasies)

▸ either way, you knew Gyro would’ve loved this. so deciding to play nice, you indulged in him. just this once.

▸ you had to plan for this, doing it while camping out somewhere would’ve been nice but because johnny was such a light sleeper, he would’ve easily woken up to the sound of Gyro’s belt unbuckling.

▸ unfortunately for Gyro, he unknowingly had to wait until you three made it to a town to finally sleep in an old motel of the sort.

▸ there would usually be two rooms left out, you johnny and Gyro had a rotation on who shared what bed and who doesn’t. luckily, today happened to be the day johnny had the room to himself…

▸ Gyro didn’t tell you this, but he had a vague idea that you were planning something. all day and for the past two days you’ve had this mischievous glint to your eye, always smiling so eerily at him on occasion. in his mind, he thought he’s finally annoyed you enough to where you’re planning his murder 😔.

▸ back on topic, when it finally comes down to it, you’re a little nervous. Gyro was a weird kind of sleeper, he could sleep through seven buildings collapsing all at once but shot up in his bedroll with no hesitation when he’d hear Valkyrie in any sort of distress. so honestly, your chances of being caught were split; and you were hoping that whatever god was out there was on your side tonight.

▸ it was a few hours past midnight and that’s when you decided to finally go through with your plan, swallowing all doubt once your hands reached his belt. slowly undoing it and freezing whenever Gyro would shift or groan in his sleep.

▸ surprise surprise, it didn’t take much for Gyro to get hard. at the contact of your cool hands, the thing was already half-hard (😑).

▸ pressing feathery light kisses against his stomach, you felt Gyro beginning to shift around and mumble something, but he didn’t wake up yet.

▸ you tried not to think too much about it when your mouth wrapped itself around him. this wasn’t your first time sucking him off, but your throat could never quite get used to his thickness. you had to go down painfully slow to avoid any gagging, in your mind you could already envision Gyro’s impatience.

▸ when you got down to the rhythm of it, bobbing your head down and briefly moving up to suck on his tip, Gyro had begun to stir himself awake. you felt your heart pounding against your chest when Gyro lifted his hands to feel up whatever was touching him.

▸ opening his eyes and peering down at you, it took a bit for Gyro to process what the hell he was seeing but once it clicked, holy fucking christ… did he die and go to heaven?

▸ you were sat on your side, hands jerking up where your mouth couldn’t reach. Gyro could feel your warm tongue pressing flatly against him; when you finally pull away with an obscene ‘pop’ you looked up at him with feigned innocence and a sweet smile, “good morning”

▸ fucking hell, you’re going to be the death of him.

▸ Gyro’s hands brushed any hair sticking to your face away, then moved up to pat your head accordingly. he couldn’t form words, maybe it was the overwhelming excitement growing in his chest from the whole ordeal. instead, he nudged you down to get you to keep going.

▸ Gyro felt himself relax with a loud sigh when he felt your mouth back on him. he lets you do the work with little guidance than usual, closing his eyes and reveling in the pleasure. on occasion, you’ll look up at him and admire how cute he is with his lips parted and trying to focus on not cumming early.

▸ you would make that hard though. from how well you were sucking him off, to how good you looked doing it…yeah, he wasn’t gonna last long. mans had to stop you for a moment.

▸ he’d joke about you not giving him a fighting chance. you only rolled your eyes at it with one of those laughs you do through your nose and went back down on him.

▸ whenever you blew him, Gyro always had a habit of grabbing onto your hair harshly and pushing you down onto his length when he’s about to cum. but because he was still partially sleepy, he let you go at your own pace.

▸ you felt Gyro’s cock twitch on your tongue, as well as the shaking of his thighs; he was close. you purposely slowed down and occasionally sped up, you were driving him crazy and all he could do was sit there and take it.

▸ it didn’t take long after for the familiar feeling of Gyro’s thick cum spilling down your throat. he always came a lot more than the average man, it was nearly impossible to swallow it all without choking but you still tried.

▸ to Gyro, it was hot. seeing you gag on his dick while cum dribbled down your chin. under normal circumstances, he would’ve loved to fuck your throat right this instance but he’d save that for another day.

▸ when it was all said and done, you crawled up the bed and sat next to him. the whole ordeal still processing in your mind, you didn't even notice Gyro place his thumb on your lips.

“That was hot, you should do that again sometime.”

“not a chance”

©GYROIST

↺ johnny joestar. 

johnny’s hands are so pretty, they’re perfectly shaped and his baby blue nails are well taken care of. the tips of his fingers as well as his knuckles are just the slightest tint of pink. his hands are still somehow soft, despite all the rough work he’s been doing with them.

johnny notices how you’d stare at his hands, or even play with his fingers absentmindedly. you’d always compliment them and kiss his knuckles, he’d just avert his eyes and call you weird.

it was a little strange for him, nobody’s ever paid that much attention to such a small part of him before. though, it did make him incredibly happy. he never did try to stop you whenever you held his hand… johnny thought it was cute, in a way.

so when you came to him shyly asking if he could use his hands on you, he wasn’t surprised. johnny knew sooner or later you’d ask him that, which he’d happily comply with.

sitting in johnny’s lap, facing him half-naked with your legs spread for him. it was a beautiful sight johnny wished he could capture. your pretty pussy was already slick n’ wet from the anticipation, johnny could feel his patience run thin just at the sight.

“darling, you look so pretty like this” johnny mumbled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your collarbone. his hand moving from your hips and down to your thighs, massaging your skin lightly. you looked so cute already getting so worked up over nothing. johnny could feel you trying to buck your hips up at him, trying to rut onto his lap for any sort of friction. he pulled away from you with a ‘tsk’

“patience, baby. be patient and i’ll reward ya” johnny hummed, hands moving up your thigh and lightly ghosting over your sex. the pads of his fingers grazing ever so slightly over your puffy clit, making a small sigh leave your lips. you look at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster, silently begging him to just touch you already.

johnny’s free hand had moved your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. ‘no bra today, huh?’ he only smiled at the thought, you’ve been planning ahead.

your breath hitched as soon as you felt johnny’s warm tongue press itself against your hardening nipples, as well as his fingers beginning to stroke your clit. he set a slow, teasing pace. you knew better than to try to convince him to go faster, if you bucked your hips at him he’d just stop his movements.

johnny muttered praises as he kissed along your chest, switching between both breasts. it wasn’t long until johnny had slipped a finger into you, pumping it in and out of your wet cunt. he peeked down to see his fingers already covered in your slick, god you were going to drive him crazy.

pretty moans and pants escape your lips as you feel johnny’s hands work into you. your hands reaching around his neck, grinding your hips down to match the rhythm of his hands. it was all too much, feeling johnny suck on your tits while his thumb rubs circles on your clit as he fingers you; your head was starting to spin.

johnny pulled away to pinch your nipple with his free hand, rolling the sensitive bud with his fingers gently.

“cum on my hands, will you do that for me baby?” he mutters while capturing your lips for a heated kiss. all you could do was cry out a moan into his mouth. your orgasm was near, you could feel it building up in your abdomen and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. johnny could tell, your thighs were trembling and you kept whining into the kiss.

“ah— ah, johnny.. wait— haah,” your hands tugged on his soft blonde hair, yet johnny didn't stop nor wait. once his thumb pressed down onto your clit harshly, you felt the spring inside you snap. eyes rolling back as you bit your bottom lip, trying to stifle the loud moan threatening to escape you; pure ecstasy had washed over you. your hands tightly held onto johnny as you came onto his hands, panting out his name.

a strong pair of arms wrap around your torso, johnny’s. he pulls you closer to him, kissing your temple.

“you did so well for me, baby. so pretty.”

©GYROIST

johnny joestar.

enjoys it a lot, mostly does it after sex though. he just doesn’t want to pull out of you just yet, you feel so warm and inviting. but it’s mostly due to the fact that johnny enjoys how cute you look so stuffed n full of him.

he’d pepper kisses along your forehead and cheeks, his arms wrapped around you tight. johnny’s real sweet about it. he’ll even sprinkle praises about how good you were for him and how good you look in the moment; and he means every word.

gyro zeppeli.

he’s an asshole about it for sure. gyro’s strong and he knows this all too well. it’s why he enjoys cockwarming so much, he gets to hold you down by your hips and refuse to move. gyro enjoys watching you squirm on his lap, desperate for any sort of friction.

gyro would tease you for being so needy, he’s as patient as ever and could hold off from moving for hours if he really wanted too. though, if you beg and plead enough times he might give in and finally moves. he’d flip you over onto your back and begin to pound himself into you, gyro shows no mercy most of the time, tonight being no different. (😔)

diego brando.

oh he’s real cute with this, if you’re cockwarming him its mostly just to tease him.

diegos sensitive and needy. even if he doesn’t want to admit the fact hes so touch starved, you already know. diego would hold you tight with his nails digging into your skin as he’d try to resist the urge to thrust into you with everything in him. diego won’t beg, he absolutely refuses to.

but you still will catch him squirming and twitching when you make the slightest movement. god forbid you tighten up against his cock, he’d let out the cutest moan before biting onto your shoulder trying to suppress any more noises that’ll come from him.

when you finally allow him to move, much like gyro, diego will waste no time. he’d make sure to get his revenge and fuck you stupid (most likely himself in the process as well).

Diego Brando's a genius in the jockey world. there isn’t a man in the profession who doesn’t know who ‘Dio’ is. he's known even outside of the horse riding circle. if you hadn't heard of him, you just lived under a rock.

point being, Diegos a man who’s larger than life. he strives for perfection and nothing less. he is a man of his word, when he wants something he takes it. even if it means fighting tooth and nail for it. diego’s utter perfection; from his looks and charm down to his intelligence.

Diego Brando is perfect. he always has been, always will be.

so how did someone like Diego find himself in this sort of situation? sitting on a tree stump beside the fire, mulling over some random country-bumpkin he had only recently met a few weeks prior.

yes, unfortunately, Diego had found himself infatuated with someone…someone that was on another level from he was, below him that is.

“are you gonna quit poutin’ and come help me?” you huff, setting up the makeshift tent behind your ‘riding partner’. you had only met Diego a few weeks ago and became reluctant companions for the rest of the race. it was a “you help me, I help you” sort of deal.

“help you? hm, I don't know… you seem fine on your own. I think you can manage just fine.” Diego hums with disinterest, poking at the fire with a stray stick he found laying around.

he hears you groan but chooses to ignore you. Diego couldn’t exactly be bothered to care in this current moment, he couldn’t bring himself to face you. right now, you were his biggest obstacle. it had only been a few weeks but Diego couldn't seem to get you off his mind. ‘christ Brando get it together. how could you let yourself get so infatuated with someone in such a short amount of time??’

it was the loneliness the race brings, it had to have been. yeah, Diego just wanted a quick fuck, that’s all. though, it still made him sick to his stomach knowing deep down there was so much more than that.

you sat down next to Diego on the ground with a loud sigh. he turned over to you with a scowl and you rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the neatly made tent hidden in the shade by the rocks.

“you’re welcome!” you sarcastically say, with a smile of course. that damn smile.

Diego peers over and takes a good look at how you pitched the tent. he notices how you took the time to neatly lay out the bedrolls, even including that small ratty plush toy from his childhood that he carried around with him on occasion. he glares at it slightly. it was something that he hid from the public, he only used it to sleep whenever thoughts about his mom crept up.

but you knew about it.

you were there when one of his nightmares got to him bad and the only real comfort he had was that stupid stupid dinosaur toy his mom had found covered in the dirt one day. it was damaged and missing several limbs but she somehow fixed it. that stupid toy was the last gift (and only gift) ever given to him by his mom, something that he'd sworn to keep with him forever. a dinosaur, huh? ironic. did she know that he’d become one?

“hmph. it’s decent enough.”

“you’re too picky, Diego. least you could say was ‘you’re welcome’ like a normal person!” you whined in annoyance, you expected as much. after being around Diego constantly for a while, you knew his words just meant ‘you did good, thanks’

Diego knew that you knew. and apart of him hated it; hated the fact that you had come to know him so well. how dare you. Diego could feel himself reluctantly becoming closer with you, something that he hates and secretly likes all at the same time.

“anyways, once you’re done having your little pity party over here, come join me in the tent. it’s getting late y’know, wouldn’t want our princess to lose out on beauty sleep.” you tease, poking a quick jab at Diego's side, only making him glare in response.

but that was his first mistake, looking at you. it was for a second, a fucking second! and it’s already getting his thoughts racing.

he’ll admit (through gritted teeth) that you were cute. attractive, sure whatever. you had this charm to you, one completely different from his own. it made you likable. it only took one glance for Diego to know that back home you must’ve had a lot of friends. maybe even had many people crushing on you as well.

maybe that was it. it was just your charm. but that would mean Diego had fallen for it, and he refuses to say anything of the sort. it should be the other way around! (the thought that he’d rather have you into him more is something Diego would rather not delve into either).

‘Jesus Brando, get it to-fucking-gether. just what is your problem?? you only met them a few weeks ago. you’re better than this, overcome this.’

Diego looked over at you, lying peacefully in the tent on your sleeping bag. absentmindedly playing with the limbs of Diego's toy. normally, he’d chew you out about it. (maybe literally). but for some reason, he felt no real urge to fight or argue with you about it.

what did that mean exactly? that’s something Diego would rather not think too deeply about.

Diego lets out a loud groan, his hands finding their way to his hair and tugging at his blonde locks. he’s driving himself crazy. just how could someone like you get him to act so.. juvenile.

eventually, he pulls himself out of his head and crawls over to where you lay. he doesn’t utter a word to you, not having the energy to muster up anything worth saying. instead, he simply faces away from you and grumbles something under his breath.

to you, it just seems like he’s in a sour mood. (typical). for him? he was in a sour mood; because of you.

“dieeegoooooo~” you chime, poking lightly at his back. you should’ve known better than to bother him but you couldn’t exactly help yourself.

“what.” Diego spits back, still refusing to look at you.

“hmm… your tail.” trying to hold back a laugh as you gently stroke the tail that has flopped itself onto you. subconsciously, most likely. you noticed Diego flinch at the sudden touch, yet he made no effort to stop you. “your tails out.”

“got a problem with it?” Diego finally shifts to face you, mostly to get the damn thing off of you.

“hmm…. nope! I think it's cute”

whatever god is out there, is doing this just to torment him, huh? is this his punishment for his misdeeds? is this what he gets????

“it's a tail, what’s so cute about it? you could find a any old lizard under a rock with the same kind.” Diego tries to keep up his bitter front. but the slight red to his cheeks give him away pretty easily, and it’s too hard to give up it up just yet.

“yeah but, not every lizard has its name decorated on its tail y’know?” you sigh happily, facing to look up at the tent's “ceiling”. you could feel Diego staring (or maybe glaring) right at you, but you paid no mind. you knew Diego didn’t hold any real malice towards you; it was all playful. maybe.

“it reminds me of a kid who has their mom write his name on his underwear,” you mutter silently to yourself, but Diego hears. and he isn't too happy about it either. he lightly smacks your chest which makes you sit up and apologize profusely.

Diego takes a good look at you, despite trying to be sincere you still held up that bright smile of yours. the very same smile Diego had come to both love and hate, mostly hate. as much as he didn’t want to, he admired you for a second.

you were… pretty. yeah, that’s the word. even while having dried blood on your clothes from the previous fight that day or the dirt stains on your pants from sitting on your knees too much, or the scars that littered your arms and parts of your face from all the battles of the week thanks to the saint corpse, you were still pretty. too pretty.

Diego knows better, he really does. in the back of his mind, he knows what it means when his heart begins to race when looking at you. or when his hands become so clammy when you're near. he knows what this feeling is.

but despite everything, he’ll continue to tell himself that it isn’t love.

©GYROIST  

he’d hate it, hate the fact that it isn't him with your pretty little ass sitting right on top of him, grinding those hips he can never get enough of down onto him. instead, gyro’s stuck watching you mount his partner.

neither you or johnny removed any clothes, it was just a dry hump but that was enough to get gyro stirred up. he watched johnny’s face contort into pleasure as your lips attached themselves onto the most sensitive parts of his neck as well as moving your hips, oh so perfectly, down onto his forming erection.

‘god, someone please put a bullet in my head’ gyro would silently pray to himself, he didn’t know who to be jealous of in this current moment. you or johnny? he’d just have to sit and stew in his own misery, his neglected cock sitting hard against his thigh. his pants becoming all of a sudden too tight and ill-fitting for him.

fuck, he just wanted to unbuckle his belt and stroke himself at the beautiful sight before him. but he couldn’t.. he shouldn’t. he’s trying to make it seem like it isn't getting to him; this is all just a ploy to get him to give into his most carnal desires. he knows this by the mischievous glances you keep sending his way.