#josuke headcanons

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who gathers all his courage and fear of ruining the friendship. “I am here.” It takes you a few seconds to understand what he was talking about. You blink and try to reach for his eyes but he takes a step back, turning his back to you. You reread the letter, realizing that it is Josuke’s handwriting. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who just wants you to reject him and to get out of there, his body can’t take the embarrassment anymore. Then he feels how you tap on his shoulder. “Hey, Josuke. Could you turn around, please?” you ask, trying to see him from above his shoulder, but he’s turning his face to the opposite side. “No…” he says, swallowing. “Okay! Would you tell me what you were planning to tell me, please?”

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who doesn’t know if you were trying to embarrass him more or what, but he took a deep breath and (with his back still turned towards you), told you: “I was… kinda planning to ask you out. On a date… to the cinema or the arcade, I don’t know.” 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who doesn’t believe it when he hears you saying: “I’d love that, Josuke.” He turns around at that moment, seeing you with a tiny smile and heat in your cheeks. “R-really?” He swallows, rubbing the back of his neck as you nod. “Yes! Does this Saturday sound good?” He’s now the one nodding vigorously. “Yes, yes! I’ll come pick you up at four.”

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who’s a total gentleman on the first date and on the ten that follows. He takes you to the cinema and the arcade, to a nice Italian restaurant, to a bookshop and even for a picnic at the park. He loves seeing how you get more and more confident, being more relaxed around him.

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who makes you laugh very easily with his anecdotes or just with stupid jokes. The sound of your laugh is music for him. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who asks you if he can kiss you goodnight on the sixth date, even though he’s terrified. When you confess that you’ve never kissed anyone, he sighs in relief because he’s never kissed anyone either!!

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who you invite to your house to kiss. That’s the hang out, just kiss. It’s messy and embarrassing at first, teeth and nose clashing together, but at some point everything becomes smoother. Your lips find a way of fitting together, his hands rest loosely on your waist as you sit on his lap with your arms tickling the back of his neck. Every now and then you separate with your breaths ragged to say sweet nothings and giggle. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who after the make out session keeps you tucked by his side, playing with your fingers, but not really talking. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who asks you to be his boyfriend at that moment, seeing you with your plump lips and shining eyes after all that kissing. He asks you to be his girlfriend looking at you straight in the eye, totally different as how he confessed the first time. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who squeaks when you tell him yes and pulls you in a big and tight hug, squishing your cheek against his chest and filling your face with kisses. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who loves walking hand in hand, swinging them together and bringing your knuckles to his mouth to kiss them every once in a while. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who lets you fix his hair when some strands fall, taking his comb and putting them back in place with gentleness and a kiss on the cheek at the end. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who’s really into physical touch and words of affirmation, telling you how pretty you look today with a hand on your waist and making you spin on your heels. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who carries your bag if he sees that it’s bothering you, swinging it on his shoulder as you just roll your eyes. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who sometimes can’t believe that he is with someone as funny and gorgeous as you, making him sigh of love when he sees you opening the door of your house to receive him and jumping into his arms for a kiss. 

first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who makes sure that your first year anniversary is perfect, he’s been saving up for a while to take you to your favorite restaurant and to stargaze on the top of a hill. He gives you a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and when you least expect it, he shows the necklace he’s been hiding around his neck, with your initials on it. “I bought one with mine too, if you want to match…” You say yes at that very moment, asking him to put it on for you. Then you spent the rest of the night making out while watching the stars and talking about nothing.

a/n: love this guy

“hah, f-fuuck—bruno, please!” you whine, brain nearly nothing but mush with how his skilled tongue never seemed to leave any part of your petal-smooth walls untouched. you feel the tremors of his voice before you hear him—even so, you’re too far gone to have comprehended him.

large, slender yet indelicate hands urge you closer and closer into him till he was virtually engulfed in you; the intoxicatingly sweet scent of you that left him ensnared, and the honeyed nectar that oozed from your molten hot center and mingled with his desperate slobber.

it’s not long before your stomach quivers from the knot that grows tighter and tighter with each enthusiast lick. your unsteady fingers find themselves raking through his messy raven locks as your thighs that surround his shoulders threaten to shut.

then the pressure that was trapped in your lower abdomen, snapped—flowing through your body like the waves of an ocean with each overwhelming spasm. your mind dizzy and mouth left agape as silent cries erupt from you.

finally, bruno latches off your aching cunt and gazes at you with glossed over eyes. “i’m sorry, mia amata,” he chuckles as plants a few quick soft pecks on your thighs, taking in your worn out expression. “i must’ve gotten carried away.”

he tends to get lost in the taste of you—not even worrying about whether you've come or not. you could be on your fifth orgasm and he’d still be lapping at your cunt as if he’s still trying to get your first orgasm.

though there are some instances where he’s receiving head from you, typically it’s during quickies, when he’s had a long day, or when you’re kind of taking charge in the bedroom.

he’s sprawled out on the bed, pants already thrown elsewhere in the room whilst his shirt followed leaving him in the bittersweet strain his boxers gave him. his cock twitched under the fabric as you licked a taunting stripe along its clothed underside, earning an almost impatient sigh from the man. one of your hands rested along the waistband of his briefs as your other trailed up his body—thumbing at his side before flicking and rubbing at his exposed nipple.

he loved yet hated this—he hated how much you tease him and make him wait, yet he loved how easily you could get him to be putty in your hands. it’s not long before you tug his underwear off, letting his aching cock spring free and throb with each bead of pre-cum that dribbles from the tip.

his abdomen quivers as he sucks in an unsteady breath when you lick up the mess that dripped down to the base, soon enveloping his tip in the fleshy warmness of your mouth—cheeks hollowed as you focus on it, enjoying the breathy groans that slipped from his damp lips and the heavy lidded look he peered at you with. it’s not long before you take him further into your mouth, causing his groans to shift to a stream of swears in his native tongue.

each breath shorter than the last—shallow, choppy gasps that rapidly shifted to hissed out groans every time the head of his cock kissed the back of your throat.

his hands struggling to stay in their respective places, at his sides because you begged so sweetly. you slither a hand along his stomach and to his chest, occasionally rubbing and flicking at the nub whilst your other hand gently massaged his balls.

bruno throws his head back as his body tenses and shudders at the stimulation—your throat? fuuck, and your hands? at this point, he thinks he’s done for—his hands grip at the sheets till the skin on his knuckles whiten, a string of whimpery moans fall from the man’s kiss bitten lips.

cries of the endearing pet names he’d given you followed by a cacophony of swears and quivering sobs of “gonna cum—mngh hah! ‘m close!” involuntarily, his hips buck, making you gag a bit as the tip of his cock met with your throat at a hurried pace.

his skin was fiery hot as his belly convulsed as he teetered closer to the edge, his hands in constant limbo as they yearned to push down on your head yet want to remain in their positions.

though his mind goes blank and his body stills as he spills his load into your mouth, a cry of ecstasy erupts from deep within him as his legs tremble with each encouraging squeeze you give his balls, blue eyes sealed shut as he emptied himself in your throat.

i also think josuke is the type of guy that loves giving BUT, he really really loves receiving more than anything.

mainly because he think you just look so fucking pretty with his cock in your mouth; how you gaze up at him with glassy eyes when the tip hits the back of your throat a few times, how messy you look when drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and how pitifully pretty you look when he shoots his load down your throat.

it only gets worse when you’ve either got on a full face of makeup or you’re in the process of putting it on. maybe you two have a dinner reservation or a simple night out with friends? whatever the case, the minute he sees you the two of you are either late or stuck at home—aka, mascara running as your eyes watered from gagging and lipgloss smeared all over the left side of your face and all over his cock.

the view was just so pretty from up here, especially after he adds the much needed finishing touch to your makeup, making sure it gives your skin that nice dewy finish before he’s gingerly laying you on the comforter so he can get his share too.

he runs a thumb along the corner of your lips, intently ruining your hard work. “wha— josuke, what are yo—!” you huff before you're interrupted by a low voice that’d been brought down to a whisper despite it just being the two of you.

“i think you look pretty like this, babe.” his lips warm and wet as they leave a trail of small hickeys along the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “we don’t have time for this, josuke. we gotta be at the place in twen—“

“but,” he interrupts once more, pausing to peer up at you through the bathroom mirror as he continues. “i think you’d look prettier with my dick in your mouth.” he whispers in your ear, tone sultry whilst his eyes remain stuck on yours—silently pleading as his hands squeezed needily at your waist.

doesn’t take much to get you on your knees with your hands ghosting themselves along the belt and button that kept his painfully swollen shaft tucked away. the metal of the buckle clinks as it clashes with the tile floor, you slip a hand under his shirt only to tenderly rub at his abdomen, hand threatening to dip below his slacks.

your lips litter the fabric around the zipper with lipgloss before you catch the metal zip between your teeth, sliding it agonizingly slow while gazing into his bluish-purple hues.

his pants and underwear fall as quickly as he put them on this morning. his now slick with precum that seemed to leak ceaselessly from his tip that’d been a fierce sanguine color as it throbbed with each feathery light kiss you placed upon it—dragging out a myriad of low groans and shivering inhales.

he rests a hand on your cheek all while you take him in your mouth, lipgloss leaving a sticky trail along his cock each time you slipped him out of warmness behind your lips.

he always ends up shooting blanks almost right after a couple of minutes. if he isn’t pulling out and spilling his spend on your face whilst admiring the new look, he’s begging you not to swallow his cum.

mumbling things like “wanna taste it on your lips” or “tastes so much sweeter from you” while pulling you up from on your knees just to sloppily slide his tongue in your mouth, making a sticky mess of cum and spit dribble from both your lips.

when he’s giving you head, it can vary. sometimes it’s after he’s cum in you after a quickie or just a normal night. he’s the type of guy to be like “i kiss you after you suck me off, why would it matter” but says “can’t leave you all dirty now, can i?” instead.

other times he’d be shamelessly between your legs while you were on the phone with someone—he apologizes profusely later but bro has needs and he gets a kick outta hearing how you struggle to bite back a few mewls from spilling out, or when you’re about to go somewhere and you’re waiting for a friend to pick you up.

you almost forgot where you were when he pulled out and started lapped away at your pretty pussy, mumbling sweet praises and a faint ‘gotta clean you up’  in his wake whilst his fingers practically dug into the skin of you plush thighs to hold you in place. he was sloppy, but good.

had your dress not been hiked up your thigh it’d be just like his shirt—the shirt that had been drenched in your juices and some splotches of his spend, sure, but it was mainly his slob that oozed from his bottom lip in fervor with each whimper he emitted as his cock twitched.

your thighs quivered around his broad shoulders as you neared another high—your tummy tensed with each silky sweep, gasps uneven yet punctuated before you silently scream and convulse. and he almost continues, that is until the doorbell rings.

“sh-shit! Josuke, I gotta go.” you gasp frantically, breath labored as you glance at him—wiping the blend of liquids from his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. your legs almost give out as you go over to give him a quick kiss and a ‘love you’ before heading off.

i think leone would honestly be content either.

maybe he likes pleasing you and making you feel like nothing but putty in his hands, while he might also have days where he just wants to fuck till you’re nothing but dumb on his dick.

i think when he just wants to bask in you—days where he just wants to take his time with you; lazy days, maybe even special occasions, etc. at times like this, he thinks about your pleasure yes, but he’s more focused on drinking in all of you—no wall or crevice will remain untouched.

he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal, slow yet thorough. and he loves hearing you whine for more, for him to pick up the pace, anything! but he just peers up at you with heavy lids, giving your clit a quick pinch and then a loving lick before closing his eyes and resuming his mind-numbingly slow pace. eating you out is like an art form to him…

your back arches from off the soft comforter as you squirm, tears welling in your waterline at his tortuous pace. “leone, please–!” you mewl only for your plea to fall upon deaf ears as his eyes remain blissfully shut whilst his kneading at your thigh and hip never cease, as for his slow attacks on your slick center—they remained the same.

you let out a pitiful wail that veered into a choppy sigh. it’s not long before he picks up the pace only by a bit, groaning into your dewy paradise that gushed the very nectar that left him yearning for more.

on other days though, he might wanna whore you out—slap the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue, watch you drink his drool before finally pushing his cock to the back of your throat. choked out chuckles of ‘such a good slut for me’ and ‘so pretty with my dick in your mouth’ as he face fucks you.

his hands either resting on the sides of your face or wrapped comfortably around your neck, no in between. typically he wraps his hands around your neck just to feel the print his dick leave when you take him down to the hilt. 

his thumb rubs at your cheek as a stray tear falls from your eye. he takes his cock out of your mouth before tapping at your bottom lip with his pointer. “be a good girl and open up for me.” he sighs, smirking as part your kiss swollen lips for him, making sure your tongue is out.

it’s not long before he slaps the wet muscle with his fat, aching tip as he emits a faint gasp at the feeling only to stop and pull your face closer to his, as saliva dripped from his tongue and onto yours. uttering a ‘swallow’ before easing his cock back into your mouth after you’d open it again.

giorno look like he stares.. okay wait hear me out.

i think giorno is very tender when he’s both giving and receiving head, but i also think he likes being able to look into your eyes when it’s happening. it just does something for him.

i think that and MAYBE a bit of hand holding because he likes when you start squeezing his hand when you feel good or are close.

not only does that warm his heart but it also kinda shows him that he’s doing a good job. at least that’s what he thinks when he’s eating you out, you on the other hand…

he has literally dumbed you down. when he asks you something or mumbles something you can’t even comprehend it, let alone form thoughts in general.

he’d fluctuate between a slow and a fast pace because he doesn’t want you to cum too quick but he also kinda wants you to and so while he’s doing that, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open even by a bit.

and everytime your eyes fall shut, he gives you thigh a quick little nibble to get you back on track, hopefully.

you’re nothing but a babbling mess under his sharp yet adoring gaze. your mouth yearns to say anything other than swears but your mind is merely a puddle in that head of yours all thanks to your boyfriend.

one of his hands intertwined gingerly with yours as he sucked and lapped at your dripping pussy longingly—as if your juices were his only source of hydration. your lids threaten to shut from the immense pleasure, grip on his hand tightening as your abdomen tingled.

your eyes shut and just when you’re about to cum, he pulls away and bites at your thigh, which get a dejected whine from you.

when he’s on the receiving end, he wants to go slow cause just looking at your eyes almost makes him cum, but he just wants to see you but your mouth is so warm—ripping pathetic noises from him, ranging from uneven breaths to whimpers and whines. 

his hand tightly enveloping yours as you suck at his tip before taking his cock all the way to the hilt, making his abdomen shudder and tense at the sensation whilst his mouth hung wide open yet all that came out were silent sobs.

his golden locks were now in disarray and intermingled with sweat as his stomach quivered each time you took him to the base. pre cum practically pooling in your mouth as his breathing became more ragged.

though despite his eyes being on the verge of closure, his sights were forever trained on you and how pretty your swollen lips looked around his aching cock. swears slipping from his tongue in a melody that left your core warm with fiery arousal. his chest rising and falling with each quickened breath as his hips began to involuntarily buck as he neared his climax.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?"

“yes, josuke”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re embarrassing. you know that”

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💎  ⸺ Josuke, who’s most *definitely* into PDA ( public display affection ), but he doesn’t really do medium or high PDA, he’s much more of a low PDA type of guy, like holding hands, light touching on the arm, shoulder, or back, quick hugs, an arm around the shoulder or waist, and gentle head resting on the partner’s shoulder, but in private he’s a whole different person when it comes to private affection.

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💎  ⸺ Josuke, who’s truly, a pure loverboy at heart, a gentleman at heart and at mind along with soul naturally, who’s always wearing his heart on his sleeve, and is a *literal* sweetheart who will practically stop everything he’s doing if his significant other needed him for absolutely any purpose and will practically do anything for his partner. He’s loving and an affectionate young man, the embodiment DREAM of a man who is practically ( no, literally. ) written by a woman and is just an amazing boyfriend in general + who also loves like those men in those cheesy romantic movies back in the 1950’s.

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💎  ⸺ Josuke, who’ll probably spend and take the time out of his day to write for his partner, like little post it notes with reassuring words on them and praise as well. ( example: “hey, I love you!!!”, “have a good day today (:” and stuff like that!! ), if his partner has memory issues then’ll he’ll definitely write reminders for them for anything important or just something in general.

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💎  ⸺ Josuke, who practically knows all the rules to a relationship. Side walk rule? Yep, he knows it by heart, where he would be walking on the outside part of the sidewalk closest to the street to prevent his partner from robbers, traffic and stuff like that. The random act? Of course, doing random acts of love for his partner, like buying them something he knows that they’ve wanted for quite some time. The appreciation rule? Yep, he’s always appreciating his partner with actions and words of affection. And many more rules.

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💎  ⸺ deep down inside of Josuke’s heart that pumps full of love for his beloved signifiant other, he sometimes feels that he isn’t deserving of his partner, and is genuinely insecure when it comes to those moments. But those thoughts always go away when he’s with his partner, he doesn’t like to dwell on the bad things, when he has his love of his life right with him.

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💎  ⸺ His love languages would definitely beeeeee; words of affection, always compliementing his partner and being a hypeman for them. Quality time, him always finding somehow and someway to include his partner in whatever he’s doing, even though if it’s meant for one person. And definitely physical touch, he just loves how his skin feels against his partners skin, he can’t get tired of it, no matter what.

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💎  ⸺ the only person who Josuke feels comfortable with his hair being down and not styled in his usual and gorgeous pompadour that he would spend what seemed like days perfecting his pompadour is his partner, of course. And bonus +points if his partner runs their fingers through his hair, he’s feeling that he’s in HEAVEN then from his significant others touch

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💎  ⸺ if any like street interviewers ( you knowwww,,, those people who ask couple questions like “how did you guys meet?” ) were to approach Josuke and his partner while they’re both busy walking through the streets of Morioh, his arm wrapped around his partner or him holding their hand and doing the side walk rule like ALWAYS, he’ll be all overprotective probably at the beginning, and immediately all like “yeah, why?? they’re with me, what is it??” and once he finds out that it’s a street interview when the street interviewer asks Josuke and his precious partner the big question: “how did you guys meet?” he’ll then become all giddy and all happy and his face just lights up and turns into this HAPPY wide smile as he then practically turns into putty at this question, like “oh my god!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა” because he knows this is HIS MOMENT!!!!!! to be able to talk to someone about how him and his partner first met without being told to shut up because the street interviewer does NOT know what they are getting into when they ask Josuke and his partner how they met. ( me personally, I don’t think he’d shut up about his beloved partner when he’s talking about them to be honest. ) He LALALALALA LOVESSSS telling people how him and his partner first met, HE LOVES HIS PARTNER, deeply, and dearly. ( IM REFERENCING TO THIS VIDEO, by the way. GOD Dustin Ponyter is such a cool guy, I love him for real 10/10 amazing guy to watch for real 🔥🔥🔥 )

It would be a nice, sunny day out in Morioh, a perfect day for Josuke and his lovely significant other to walk the streets of Morioh, with him on the on the outside part of the sidewalk closest to the street ( like always ) to protect his partner from any thieves and other dangers. His mom not nagging at him to finish his homework or to get off of his video games or to get out of his uniform, no annoying Rohan, no nonchalant Jotaro, no friends like Okuyasu, Yukako, Okuyasu or that alien guy Mikitaka to bother them ( who he deeply loved and cherished but still.. he just wants to spend a peaceful day with his significant other ), however today?? Oh, how he LOVEDDDDD today. Because today would be just him, and his partner spending the day together! Having his arm slung around his partners shoulder as he and them walked the streets of Morioh, the young couple passing by a street interviewer, who asks Josuke the question: “are you to a couple?”

Josuke, who raises his eyebrow up at the street interview, quickly getting a lil overprotective over his partner. “Yeah, why? You know them..?” As he gently shifted his partner closer to him, but he feels himself become more at ease and get more relaxed when the street interviewer then says “would you mind telling us how you two met?” As it was quite obvious that Josuke was excited at that question, a happy and wide smile plastered onto his face. “Oh my god!” Before he walked over to the street interviewer along with his partner as he then stopped and turned to his partner, “You go for it!”

Josuke was like literal putty, as he listened to his partner with heart eyes practically as watches his partner then tell the story of how him and them had met, and then Josuke taking his turn, in which he spoke highly of his partner, *very*, very highly.

Jotaro

'He is my good friend, Jotaro!'

For a split second, his usually stoic expression changed to utter shock and confusion and that almost made you lose your composure;

He quickly put on a small frown, shaking the man's hand. He was upset, but he wasn't going to make a scene;

"So you're only good friends? Didn't seem like it in the beginning." The man stated. He was one of your close friends which Jotaro didn't know about and he also knew about your little prank on your boyfriend;

You nodded, trying your best to remain serious and not burst into laughter. "Yeah, only good friends";

You could see you were getting on his nerves as his eye twitched and his grip on the poor man's hand tightened enough for him to let out a small— "Ouch";

"Is there something wrong, Jotaro?" You asked as his head whipped towards you, a daring glint in his eyes;

"What do you mean I am your good friend?" He asked, his tone low and dangerous. Yep, it clearly got to him. Just as you planned;

"Well, are you not?" Asked your friend and you looked at him as if you were asking the same question as your friend. He almost lost it. You couldn't be serious, could you?;

"Clearly I'm not." Jotaro mumbled annoyed and you started laughing. Even if you didn't want to, him trying to contain his anger and not swear at the man for asking was too much;

This angered him more and he snapped at you. "Why the fuck are you laughing?!";

"You should've seen your face!" You mustered out while laughing. It took awhile to calm him down (and falter your laughter) and explain that it was a joke. A joke he didn't find funny at all;

"Give me a break..."

Josuke

"Oh, F/N! I'm happy to introduce you to my best guy friend! He is Josuke"

Confusion and hurt were the only things displayed on his usually happy face. Did he do something wrong? Why did you call him your 'best guy friend'?

"Uh...I'm afraid I don't understand..." He said, trying to stop his voice from cracking but failing. The way he was looking at you made you feel bad about your little joke;

"What do you mean?" You asked, trying to contain yourself from feeling bad and biting your lip anxiously;

"No, what do you mean? Best guy friend? Really?" His confusion suddenly turned into anger and your eyes widden. Welp, that wasn't a reaction you expected;

"Well, yeah! Aren't we best friends?" You carried on with your silly little prank, even though you knew better than to challenge Josuke;

And you were glad you challeged him because the face he made was totally priceless;

"Yeah, sure, cause usually, abest friend screams the other's name while in bed, right?" He huffed, rolling his eyes annoyed. Hearing his words, a blush crept up your cheeks and you hit his arm;

"Shut up!" You screamed, blushing madly. How could he say that so casually? In front of someone who he doesn't know too!

"Well your prank took a turn..." You other friend said and Josuke raised a brow. "Anyways, nice to meet you Josuke, I'm F/N";

Josuke's face dropped again hearing about your stupid prank. What kind of prank was that? Pranks were supposed to be funny. Well, at least for him it wasn't funny!

"Prank? You really thought it would be a good idea to call me your best guy friend?"

Bruno

"Oh my, it's been years since I last saw you! Here is the friend I told you about, Bruno!"

He raised a brow, confused at your way of presenting your soon-to-be fiancé. Friend? Really? Not even best friend or something?

Even though he didn't let that slide, he displayed a warm smile to your friend and shaked his hand. You noticed that it didn't match his eyes and the way his body was rigid;

"Oh, nice to meet you! Y/N told me about you, they always mentioned how much they like your company and how good your friendship is" Your friend played along with your prank and you tried stopping yourself from laughing;

"Oh they did, didn't they?" He muttered, sounding a bit disappointed. "We are good friend, right Y/N?" He turned his attention towards you and a little giggle escaped past your lips while nodding;

"Yeah, maybe even best frie-"

Suddenly, you felt his tounge press against your cheek, licking it softly. You gasp surprised and your friend starts laughing. He knew about Bruno's thing since you actually talked a lot about your boyfriend and the look you had plastered on your face made it funnier;

"Little liar." Bruno smirked at your rosy cheeks and kissed the place he just licked, wiping the wetness off with his sleeve after. You pushed him embarrassed, pouting. You were the one supposed to laugh, not him! It wasn't fair!

"You really think you can prank me like this, sweetheart?"

"Prank? What do you mean, I'm serious! We are friends!" You continue, deciding to start a war between you two, even if he knew. You were ready to get on his nerves;

At that, Bruno frowned and leaned closer to you. "Are you sure? Friends don't get this flustered when their other friend gets closer to them." He asked after you squirmed away from him in shyness. Damn him and his stupidly attractive face;

"Shut up, leave me alon-" You wanted to say, blushing, but a small peck on your lips stopped you while your friend cooed at you two:

"Never say we are just friends again, amore."