#polnareff x reader

Jonathan:

This man is so sweet to you it’s out of a romance novel, but the moment you’re having sex together the thought take over his body.

Something about seeing you naked, sweaty and devoting all your love to him sends him into a frenzy. He started dating you because he loved you, from the very start he had chosen you to be the mother of his children. Hearing you moaning his name, chanting it like a prayer, takes his mind to a future where the two of you have a happy family and he couldn’t dream of something more perfect than that. Of course, he would wait until both of you are ready for it, but just know it’s a bigger effort to resist the urge to Jonathan than you’d have imagined. He can’t get over the idea of seeing your belly all rounded and heavy with his baby.

Dio:

He doesn’t necessarily want to have children with anyone, in fact, extremely few are the women that survive after having any relationship with this man. Regardless of that, the idea of impregnating the women he fucks with turns Dio on more that he would like to admit. It’s not for the fact that he wants to have a family of his own, he despises the idea of children, it’s because of possession.

The idea of filling you up with his seed and imagining your body getting destroyed in the process because of him, makes his dick rock hard. He doesn’t care if you agree to it or not. The mere act of pursuing intimacy with him gives Dio, in his own mind, the go ahead to cum inside you. He doesn’t give a fuck about your opinion, honestly, if you are against him it, it might even make him want to do it more on purpose. After all, once you’re done, he’s sucking you dry off of your blood and killing you instantly. It was never about you, it was always about his own greed and personal desire.

Caesar:

Of course the Italian man would want to have a big family of his own, especially after coming from a big family himself.

He just loves the idea of becoming a father one day; one better than his own. In his sober mind, he understands the implications of it and will push the thought to the back of his mind, but when he’s horny? Oh hell no. This man is ready to make you pop out children like they were pop corn. The longer he thinks about it, the bigger the desire gets. Imagining how your future kids would look like; his eyes, your lips, your hair and his nose? Nothing is stopping Caesar when that idea gets into his head. You’re not leaving the bedroom until you're full of him.

Kars:

Being the perfect human form is great and all, but what if he had more like him.

When he met you, thoughts he never imagined having flooded his mind. You were strong for a human, and caught his attention the moment he came across you. The idea of filling you up with his semen and having you carry his legacy made him so horny. Together you will make the perfect world he so much desires come true.

Joseph:

This man can’t resist himself around you. Of course, after one of your quickies, he didn’t slip out in time and you had a pregnancy scare. However, it didn’t have the effect you would have expected.

At first, he was scared shitless at the idea of becoming a dad. But the more he thought about it, the more he thought about you, the fear turned into lust. The image of you being pregnant with his kid, your tummy round, stretch marks all around it, and your boobs swollen in preparation for breastfeeding… He has masturbated to the thought more than he would admit. Joseph will tell himself that he would never do that without your consent, but seconds later, if he felt himself getting closer to finishing while inside you, he might take a bit longer to pull out if you guys aren’t using a condom. This man is very dangerous.

Polnareff:

This lover man can’t get enough of you, honestly.

He has always wanted a woman that loves him with as much love as he’s able to give, so when he met you, he fell head over heels for you. The moment he saw you, before he even confessed, Polnareff was already imagining a future with you. Wedding, baby names, a house in the countryside of France with many, many puppies. Everything.

His breeding kink doesn’t come from lust. Well, maybe a little bit. But it’s mostly coming from love and longing for that perfect future together he has wished for since forever. The way to ride him, taking him so good, he can’t help himself. Polnareff doesn’t care if it’s your first time together, he’s nutting like a madman the moment he feels the inside of your pussy at the thought of you getting pregnant with his child. Won’t admit it, but he’s devastated if you ask him to use protection during sex.

Mista:

Oh, this man is crazy.

The moment you caught his eye, you were done for, you just didn’t know it yet. He’s the sweetest man ever as a boyfriend. You are getting pampered with gifts, kisses and attention 24/7. Mista will get lost in thought while looking at you doing the most random of things, thinking about how much he loves you and how lucky he was to find such a beautiful woman like you.

One of those times it was while you were preparing dinner for the both of you. He sat at the table, admiring you as you talked about whatever you had done that day. He wasn’t even listening. Without noticing, his brain flew to the idea of having a family with you and becoming a father, and just like that, the image of you pregnant flooded his brain. He froze, and you noticed. Before you could even ask him what was wrong, Mista stood up, grabbed you like a sack of potatoes and took you to the bedroom with the grin you were wary of.

If you both wanted to have a big, gorgeous family, you might have to start as soon as possible. You were in your twenties now, that’s old enough, right? Honestly, doesn’t even care. You’re not leaving bed until your pussy is overflowing and his balls are dried. Or until the smoke alarm goes off… you didn’t even have time to turn off the cooker earlier.

Anasui:

This man wants to marry you the moment he sets eyes on you, of course he loves the idea of seeing you pregnant.

He can’t help to imagine how radiant and glowy you will be once you’re carrying his child inside you. And Anasui is so ready to make it a reality the moment you give him permission. The second you do, he’s emptying his balls inside you nonstop for days, making sure you are 100% getting pregnant. And every single time, he presses his hand to your stomach, caressing it softly like the baby is already there.

Diego:

He despises his father with his whole soul, but the memory of his mother is sweetly saved deep inside the most sensitive part of his brain. To be honest, Diego had never given much thought to the idea of parenthood, but after meeting you, something changed inside him.

Your kindness and soft smile makes him feel at ease. He hated it at first, but eventually, you reassured him it was okay to be vulnerable and he started to get comfortable with the idea of it. It was with you he realized how deeply hurt he was, and the warmth of your hugs woke up something inside him he thought he would never have. He wasn’t angry at the world anymore when he was with you, but he wasn’t going to allow it to take you away from him like it did with his mother.

He becomes extremely protective of you, while still being sweet in his own, damaged way. It’s when you have sex with him he makes sure to take the best care of you but he gets carried away. He has chosen you to be the mother of his children, his future wife forever and ever, so he goes wild at the thought of you being filled with his seed. Diego is the best, the number one, and in his eyes you are just the best woman in the entire universe, so he will make sure you are forever his. The idea of you having his baby inside makes him go crazy. He would pound you into the next week while making sure you know how special you are with his affection.

Funny Valentine:

He does it for power, nothing else. Sure, he does claim he loves you, but it’s the knowledge you are not going to be able to escape from him if he impregnates you what most turns him on.

Knows what they're doing / An Expert

Caesar, Lisa Lisa, Polnareff, Hol Horse, N'doul, OLD Joseph, Yuya, Bruno, Prosciutto, Jotaro, Weather Report, Miuccia, Mountain Tim, Jobin, Acca Howler, Ermes, Abbacchio, Suzi Q, Formaggio

Sloppy with it

Gyro, Paco, Joseph, Kars, DIO, Kakyoin, Steely Dan, Hol Horse, Mikitaka, Mista, Risotto, Melone, Diavolo, Anasui, Jolyne, Narancia, Gappy, F.F, Hato, Funny Valentine, Oyecomova, Yuya, Acca Howler, Magent, Mista

Extremely calculated

Rohan, Diego, Santana, DIO, Kars, Avdol, Tonio, Kira, Giorno, Fugo, Toru, Rai, Sandman, Dragona, Hot Pants, D'arby Brothers, Vanilla Ice, Kakyoin, Yukako, Pucci, Mamezuku, Kei, Key West

Very gentle, doesn't want to hurt you

Polnareff, Giorno, Jonathan, Speedwagon, Caesar, Wamuu, Avdol, Josuke, Bruno, Charming Man, Erina, Smokey, Yasuho, Trish, Ringo, Blackmore, Wekapipo, Norisuke

Has no clue in the world / Can't even find the clit / Would gag on dih

Jodio, Usagi, F.F, Narancia, Okuyasu, Pocoloco, Oyecomova, Mikitaka, Doppio, McQueen, Ungalo

With no hands, just mouth

Weather Report, Jotaro, Kars, Rohan, Gappy, Hot Pants, Vanilla Ice, Illuso, Kars, DIO, Diego, Straizo, Santana, Esidisi, Squalo, Funny Valentine, Blackmore, Wekapipo, Mamezuku, Johngalli A., Key West

Hands all over you

Anasui, Bruno, Caesar, Polnareff, Toru, Acca Howler, Rikiel, Tomoko, Prosciutto, Jolyne, Mariah, Dragona, Pucci, Tonio, N'doul, Wamuu, Tiziano, Ringo, Magent, Hato, Donatello, Mista

Bites

Ghiacco, DIO, Kars, Rohan, Abbacchio, Joseph, Yuya, Diego, Kakyoin, Melone, Diavolo, Johnny, Steely Dan, Gwess, Jobin, Paco, Rikiel, Cioccolata, Secco, Risotto, Jodio, Straizo, Joshu, Sports Maxx

Avdol⸝⸝

- Avdol is more than a gentleman, so when they mention that the car seems a bit too small and you'll have to sit on his lap, he just accepts it. 

- The whole ride he's asking you if you're okay or if you're uncomfortable with him resting his hands on your waist, since there doesn't seem to be much space in the car, considering that there are five buff men packed into one tiny car, like sardines in a can. 

- We all know that Joseph's driving is almost enough to kill everyone in the car, so he just tries his best to keep you from sliding around. 

- He keeps it more calm and composed despite the fact that you two are so close. 

- He's lowkey just chilling, so between the two of you, the vibe is quite peaceful and calm.

- He also talks quietly enough so that he's not too loud in your ear, unlike Joseph. 

Jotaro⸝⸝

- In response to this whole ordeal, he just pulls his hat lower against his face and tries not to think about the fact that he’ll have a whole person in his lap for the whole ride. 

- He just tends to look out the window the whole ride, but to be fair, he can't really look forward since you're in his lap.

- He keeps his hand on you, protecting you from moving around despite the bumpy roads, and he keeps it there the whole time. He doesn't move his hand or anything; it's just there, firm and tight against your hip. 

- He doesn't even move the whole ride; he's as stiff as a board. You're not sure if it's because he's scared to move even an inch or just because he wants to make a better surface for you to sit on. 

- He does even mind the situation all that much. He doesn't complain or huff and puff; he just accepts that this is how it's gonna be for a while, but of course he does say his famous “good grief” line, but it's not because he's annoyed, but because that's just what he says to everything. 

Kakyoin ⸝⸝

- He just offers himself to be sat on because he's just a gentleman like that. 

- The whole ride you can just feel his muscles tense with every bump in the road as he tries his best to stop you from going flying across the car, knowing how the old man drives. 

- His grip is a lot more gentle, as he tries to keep you steady, making sure that you feel comfortable in the position you're sitting in. 

- To ease the awkwardness of the ride, he’ll pull out something to keep the both of you entertained as he rests his chin against your shoulder. 

- He's honestly flustered the whole time, but he tries his best to hide just how flustered he is. 

Polnareff⸝⸝

- Somehow he treats this opportunity as an honor even if it is just a car ride for at least an hour. 

- He's constantly moving and shifting around the whole time, whether it's because he's uncomfortable with the way he's sitting or because he just can't help it. 

- He talks your ear off the whole time. And I mean the whole time. He's just yapping about different topics or just a recap on the journey that you've done so far. 

- He does make sure that he keeps you steady against the bumps and turns of the roads, his hands pressed gently against your waist. 

- He's really just full-on flirting, resting his chin on your shoulder to “get a better look at the outside," or he’ll just make smug remarks that show just how much he's enjoying his little incident, and deep down he just hopes it'll happen again.

©dearjotaro

“How did you even know I was awake…”

He doesn’t answer, laughing against your skin instead, pulling you closer to his body as his fingers thrum against your stomach rhythmically…

There’s no way.

“Caesar… Were you using Hamon in your sleep?”

“No… I would never…”

You laugh in disbelief as you turn your head to look at him, only for him to already be watching you with a lazy grin on his face, eyes dropping to your lips for a second before glancing back up with a light blush.

“You’re insane, Caesar.”

“You’re beautiful.”

He’s always so much flirtier in the morning when he wakes next to you, hands gentle as he traces light patterns on your skin with a sweet smile.

“Will you shower with me, amore?”

“Will you keep your hands to yourself this time?”

“Of course I will.”

He doesn’t.

He never does…

But the sweet look on his face when he pulls you closer to him under the cascading water makes you not mind so much, your hands nudging him back so you can try to grab the body wash. 

“Love… I can’t get my stuff if you just pull me back in.”

“That’s unfortunate, you’ll just have to stay here with me forever then.”

His eyes are relaxed as he looks down at you, fingers brushing your ribs as he leans to kiss you lazily, a content hum in his throat when you lean into him more.

Maybe staying like this for a little while longer wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. 

When you do eventually make him pull away from you so you can wash your hair he pouts immediately, a small huff on his lips as he turns and lets you run your fingers though his hair, a complaint on his lips as your nails rake against his scalp.

“You wound me, amore… You won’t even let me look at you, what am I…”

It’s immediately cut off with a low whine when you pull his hair, a blush resting on his cheeks as he stops talking in embarrassment and lets you keep massaging the shampoo into his hair before kissing his shoulder and rinsing it out fully.

“You can look back at me now, you’re so dramatic, my love.”

He’s pouting slightly still when he looks back at you, not lasting long when a giddy smile pulls at his lips again just from seeing you.

A kiss pressed to your cheek as he turns the water off and helps you out with gentle hands before pulling you close to him again with a laugh when you try to pull away and reach for the towel before you get cold.

“Love… Do you really want Joseph to come looking for you?”

“Amore, if he even dares to come in here…”

He sighs anyways and lets you pull away, you both know what Joseph is like. His eyes watch you intently as you wrap the towel comfortably around you before you hand him one with a sweet smile and pulling him out of the room.

But him complying never lasts very long.

“Love… Please sit so I can dry your hair…”

“But you’re so warm, vita mia.”

His arms are wrapped around you as you stand in the middle of your shared bedroom, his chest resting against your back as he leans his head into your throat. Your fingers gently pull his hands from against your stomach so you can get him to sit down for you. 

But you should have moved quicker when he finally sits, a huff falling from him as you push him into the seat carefully. 

The grin on his face widening as he drags you down onto his lap with a little laugh when you glare playfully down at him, you can’t help the twitch of your lips as you sigh and relax against him.

“Will you help me today, tesoro?”

“You ask me that every day…”

“Would you like me to stop?”

He leans in softly to press his lips to yours with a gentle hum, leaning away as he pulls you closer and reaches over onto the dresser to grab his eyeliner.

“Don’t you dare… I like doing your makeup.”

He watches you settle against him lazily as you take the pencil from him, holding his face in your hand so he doesn’t move while you put it on.

But you know better.

He leans in immediately to kiss you the second you move closer before you pull away slightly with a knowing glare, a soft sigh on your lips when you kiss him quickly anyway, just once. Not that he doesn’t try to keep you pressed against him with a pitiful whine when you don’t let him kiss you again.

“Stop moving. Let me do these first…”

“I’ll try my best. You’re just too tempting, amore.”

You exhale lightly as you focus, making sure that his little triangles are straight as you lean back to check them with each other before fixing the one on the right with a faint hum.

“Okay… All done.”

“No, don’t move yet…”

“Caesar, we have training soon.”

He doesn’t let you move anyway with a groan in protest when you try to, leaning in to kiss you softly even though he knows your lipstick will transfer again.

When he pulls back you can see the light smirk on his now stained lips, waiting patiently with a sad look on his face. Rolling your eyes as you cup his jaw in your fingers and lean up slightly to kiss his forehead before pulling away, making him grin.

“You’re so dramatic.”

Polnareff - 

You can’t help the grin pulling at your lips as you watch Polnareff brush his hair after his shower, pout evident on his face while he tries to detangle it before catching your eyes in the mirror.

“Mon amour… Are you laughing at me?!”

“No no no no! I wasn’t, I swear Jean!”

You giggle out little pleas as you try to get off the bed before he can catch you, standing quickly as he grabs your waist before you can bolt away from him. A dramatic gasp on his lips when he holds you still in front of him while he looks down at you.

“You were going to run from me!”

“You always tickle me…”

“I would never!”

His fingers are already against your ribs before he can even finish his sentence, watching you writhe trying to get out of his strong grip with desperate begs falling from you in between your giggling.

You’re at least thankful he never keeps it up for very long when he pulls you into his chest with a deep sigh, water from his hair dripping onto you.

“Pol… It’s cold.”

“You should have thought about that before you laughed at me…”

“You just looked so cute.”

A hum in his throat as he pulls away to look down at you accusingly before leaning to press his lips to yours when he decided you were telling the truth.

When he pulls away slightly you’re both grinning, the gentle glow of the sunrise licking at your now wet skin, he is not good at drying his hair.

At all…

“Come on, let me do it for you.”

Your fingers ghost across his as you take his hand and pull him back over to his dresser, making him sit with a sweet smile when he looks up at you like you’re a deity.

“I love you…”

“For doing your hair for you?”

“No! Well I suppose yes that too… But no!”

“I love you too Pol.”

His sigh is almost a huff as he relaxes back into the too small wooden seat, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you onto his lap making the chair creak loudly under both of you. This was not made for two people… 

“You should have joined me in the shower this morning… But no… Instead you abandoned me in bed and went to shower by yourself.”

You knew it was a terrible idea…

“Jean, you wouldn’t get up and I felt gross.”

“What am I supposed to do when the person I love doesn’t even love me back… There is nothing that could fix my broken heart… Maybe a kiss could tempt me to forgive you.”

“You’re so dramatic in the morning.”

“How dare you! I’m dramatic all the time!”

You laugh as you lean and kiss him softly, grabbing the brush from the dresser as he groans pathetically into your mouth before you pull away.

“Forgive me yet?”

“Another… Please…”

His eyes are wide and pleading as he tries to pull you back down to kiss him again, almost a whine from him when you stop just before pressing your lips to his.

“We have to meet up with the group soon, Jean.”

“Just one more?”

You can never say no to him like this, sweet begs for you to kiss him just once more… It’s never just one, but you do it all the same.

His arm wraps around your waist as you press your lips back to his, his other hand immediately keeping your head still so you can't pull away from him for a few seconds as you laugh softly into his mouth.

When he finally lets you go he looks ecstatic, a sweet grin on his face as you finally get to run the brush through his hair.

He hates using a hair dryer, says it “burns his precious hair.” But you’re always careful, relaxing into him as you turn it on the coolest setting, brush keeping it nice and straight as you hum lightly until it's fully smooth and dry between your fingers.

“Can I style it for you, my love?”

“I’d let you do anything you wanted to me…”

“Jean…”

Your amused giggle makes him grin more, fingers entwining into yours as you lean to grab the hair gel he uses, running your fingers through his hair with some on as you try to style it with one hand. Try.

“Can I move my hand without you getting pouty my love?”

“No…”

You wiggle your hand out of his anyway to do his hair, watching as he looks away from you dramatically, chin raised in defiance even when you can see him glance at you every few seconds.

His pout slips from him when you claw your nails lightly against his scalp before styling his hair fully and leaning closer to wait for him to turn and kiss you.

“You don’t love me, Jean?”

“You let go of my hand.”

You curl your hands back into his when he finally looks back at you with sad eyes and a smile tugging at his lips.

“I promise I’ll never let go again.”

Kakyoin - 

The soft knock on your hotel door wakes you with a panicked jump, not expecting to be woken so early in the morning, the sun not peeking over the horizon yet as you sit up with a shuddering huff.

The floor is cold as you step onto it with bare feet, quickly padding to the door and opening it with a small yawn into the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry… Did I wake you?”

“Hey Nori, what time is it even?”

He looks guilty as he takes in how exhausted you look, debating just going back to his shared room and leave you to sleep more. Even after he woke you up.

“Uh around 5…”

“Can’t sleep?”

Your voice is still laced with exhaustion as you try to focus on him more, he looks just as tired as you but you can tell there’s something else wrong.

“I had another nightmare. I didn’t even think before coming here. I just… I had to see you.”

“Come in, Nori.”

He hesitates in the doorway when you move, guilt still curling into him for disturbing you over something so stupid, quickly slipping in when you tilt your head and motion him to enter.

Your hand entwining with his as he passes, closing the door with a soft click and pulling him over to the small bed so can get in beside you. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He immediately shakes his head as if he can’t stomach the thought of even remembering it, sitting down on the edge of the bed when you lay down with an understanding hum.

His hand raises to rub lightly at his tired eyes as you poke his arm to get his attention, patting the spot by your side when he looks down at you.

There’s a sweet smile on his lips when he lays down and curls into the covers facing you, a sigh into your skin as he relaxes and wraps his arm around you.

“Thank you for this… I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Nori. It’s okay, I want you to come find me when you need me okay? Awake or not.”

His content hum tickles your throat as he nuzzles further into you, another thanks whispered into your skin as sleep claws at him, unable to stay awake when he’s so comfortable in your presence.

Your fingers are gentle in his hair as you ease him lightly into sleep, tiredness pulling at you but wanting to make sure he’s okay before you let it take you again.

You groan when you wake to hear the incessant knock as Polnareff shouts through the door with an audible grin.

“Wake up you two! Breakfast is in two hours and I’m hungry so hurry up!”

“Why does he think if we get up faster that we get food quicker?”

Kakyoin’s voice is a soft tired whisper into your throat as he wakes with you, an amused laugh on your lips as he complains lightly and pulls you closer into him.

“And he acts like he doesn't always take the longest to get ready anyway.”

His hum in agreement is almost sassy when he leans back to look at you, eyes lidded as he watches you with a grin pulling at his lips.

“Don’t look at me like that… I know I look…”

“Perfect,”

Your cheeks flush under his admiring gaze as you try to cover your face, only for him to grab your wrist with a soft kiss to your hand and a laugh when you get more flustered.

“Can you help me with my hair? I don’t want to go back to my room yet…”

“We have to get up for that.”

“Good point.”

You lean in softly to kiss his cheek as you sigh and get up anyway, his hand slipping from your back as you stand and stretch with a little groan.

He watches you the entire time with a fond look, gentle smile on his lips as he debates getting up or just admiring you for longer, your eyes widening slightly as you turn and see him staring so intently.

“If you don’t get up, Polnareff will kill us both.”

“Also a good point.”

He looks so sleepy when he sits on the comfortable chair by the dresser, eyes tired as they follow you while you find your hair spray, snapping from his daze when you come to stand in front of him.

And he definitely looks like he’s up to something…

His mischievous smirk widening when you try to step away before he grabs you... Too slow.

His hand wrapping tenderly around your wrist as he pulls you on his lap with a chuckle when your eyes widen in shock.

“Nori! You could have just asked.”

“Sorry…”

He looks sheepish when he looks away from you, a soft twitch of his lips when you lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth lightly before pulling away and grabbing the brush, running it through his hair carefully with a hum at how soft it is even after he’s been sleeping.

“You’re so pretty.”

His face flushes at your praise, feeling you split his hair into sections as you style it for him with a laugh when he can’t meet your eyes.

“You… I’m not…”

“Hmm. Yes you are.”

Your fingers move from his hair to his jaw as you make him look back at you with a sweet smile on your lips, watching his blush deepen with a complaining groan as you make him more embarrassed.

“The prettiest. I mean it Nori. You’re so perfect.”

His hand immediately moves from your waist to cover your eyes so you can’t see him, an amused giggle pulled from you at his dramatic fluster.

“Stop it…”

“I can’t do your hair if you blind me.”

“Stop saying I'm pretty…”

“Is cute better, my love?”

Jotaro - 

“You’re staring.”

“Am I not allowed to admire my boyfriend?”

“No.”

It took you a long time to even tell if it was annoyance or embarrassment that makes his tone so gruff and snappy.

But like this it’s easier to tell, his hat on the dresser as he lays in bed with his head resting on his hand as you get ready for the day after your shower, his eyes following your every movement as you dry your hair.

His blush is faint but painfully obvious in the soft sunlight as it illuminates the room, it’s not as early as you’d like it to be but at least you don’t have to leave just yet.

Your gaze staying on his face in the mirror as he admires you, the tired look on his face replacing the usual annoyance that he wears.

“Did you know there’s a shark that can live to over 500 years old?”

“Really? Will you tell me more?”

“It’s slow as shit. But it’s also poisonous so it doesn’t have any predators.”

He’s much more talkative in the mornings, little facts slipping from him about things he’s been reading about whenever he gets time to. It’s usually sea life… Not that you mind.

“Wait how slow?”

“You getting ready is faster.”

“I am not that slow! You’re not even out of bed anyway.”

“Because you’re so slow. I could shower and you still won’t be done.”

The soft teasing is almost loving with the way he’s still staring at you with adoration in his eyes, watching you pout as you turn back to the mirror and continue drying your hair as he drags himself out of bed and to your side.

“I’m just kidding, take your time. I’m going to shower and if you’re done by the time I get out, I'll be pissed.”

He leans down to press his lips against your temple with a gentle threat before he rubs your shoulder and steps away to head to the bathroom.

“Ohh... I’m so scared…”

He can't bite back the grin as he moves from you, an annoyed mutter that you already know is “good grief.” even if you don’t hear it as the door clicks shut behind him and the sound of the water fills the small hotel room.

Damn.

Maybe you are slow…

You still aren’t done when he steps out of the bathroom, slipping his shirt over his head with a huff when it sits too tight against his skin.

“Good.”

“That shark actually might be faster than me… I can’t get my make up right.”

“You look fine.”

You exhale softly as you meet his eyes in the mirror, he might not be good with words but his eyes tell you everything he refuses to say.

He debates for a second to just get his hat and not bother to fix how fucked up his hair looks before sighing and stepping up behind you as if you can read his mind for what he wants you to do.

“You know you’re a little ominous just standing behind me and glaring at me Jo…”

He still doesn’t answer you as his fingers curl lightly into your hair, enjoying the feeling of how soft it is without messing it up and leaning to kiss your temple again.

“Will you do my hair? …Please.”

The please is absolutely an afterthought when he hesitates, almost shy as he asks you for help even though you’ve been dating long enough you’d think he wouldn’t be so embarrassed.

But you sure as hell are not passing up the chance when he asks you so nicely. For him anyway, standing immediately and getting him to sit in the comfortable chair.

“How did you manage to get it tangled without even brushing it?”

“Just fix it.”

“Of course I’ll fix it for you, thank you for asking so sweetly. My loving boyfriend.”

“Please... Fix it.”

You hum softly as you grab the hairdryer from the dresser and hesitate for a second, a little grin pulling at your lips as you climb on his lap and settle comfortably against him, even as he glares down at you.

“Good grief.”

“Would you like me to move?”

He doesn’t answer you but his hands immediately hold you in place, fingers gentle against your sides as his thumbs rub faint shapes into your skin. His eyes look down at his lap before looking to the side away from the mirror as his cheeks flame under your soft teasing.

“Aww my love. You’re blushing.”

“No I'm not.”

You can’t help but tease more as you turn his head to force him to look into the mirror, his blush deepening when you coo in his ear lightly.

“Still not blushing?”

“I will push you off.”

You don’t goad him further as you let go of his jaw and kiss his forehead with a light hum before flicking on the hair dryer and running your hands through his hair as you dry it.

He looks so relaxed like this, deep breathing as his eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feel of your fingers against his scalp. 

“You’re so cute…”

He opens his eyes to lazily glare at you but he can’t even look intimidating as your nails run against his skin, eyes shutting again with a low hum in his throat as you turn off the small drier and put it back on top of the wood.

“Can I style it for you as well?”

“I suppose…”

“I’m going to bite you, Jotaro.”

“I’ll bite you harder.”

That shark is real btw, they're called Greenland sharks. They're almost fully blind and move less than 1mph and have a lifespan of 270-520 ish.

Josuke -

You should have known.

“No… Babe, don’t leave! You’re so warm… I’ll freeze!”

His voice is desperate in your ear before his arm pulls you even closer to his chest, begging pleas into your hair making it almost impossible to bite back your laugh.

He’s so dramatic in the morning… But if you laugh you know it’ll only be worse.

“Josuke… I need to shower, it’s too hot.”

“But I thought you loved me…”

A gentle sigh falls from your lips at how devastated he sounds, for a second you think he’s being serious until he giggles but you still stop trying to wiggle out of his grasp anyway, he isn’t subtle, you can feel the smile on his face when he moves to press his head back into your shoulder.

“Don’t you have plans today Jo?”

“They can wait, they’ll understand… This is important.”

“No… This is kidnapping.”

The heat is uncomfortable against your skin already when you feel his warm breath against the back of your neck, he’s such an asshole but you can’t help but find it incredibly endearing that he wants to be around you so much.

Even if it’s at the cost of both of your comfort.

“Josuke, 5 minutes. I mean it, how are you so warm?”

“I guess I'm just too hot for you…”

“Are you saying I’m not hot…?”

He can feel his smile fall immediately as he pulls away from you, staring at the back of your head as you try to stay quiet.

His fingers immediately poke your sides to get you to look at him as you bite your lip not to laugh, your body trembling slightly as you silently giggle.

“Babe? Wait... Are you crying? No no no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean you weren’t hot… You’re so hot, please! You believe me, right?”

He practically climbs over you as he falls off the bed with a loud thud that makes you cackle, unable to stop the laughter as you look at his panicked face staring up at you from the floor, breathy giggles shaking your body as your eyes fill with tears.

“Jo… I wasn’t crying… I’m sorry… How did you fall out of bed?!”

“You tricked me…”

“You tricked yourself, Josuke.”

Well… At least he was out of bed, but the look on his face doesn't exactly make you feel safe as he rises to his feet with a mischievous grin.

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing! Can’t I admire you?”

“Not when you look like you’re going to kill me…” His hand flies to his chest in mock hurt as he leans down and kisses your head with a laugh.

“Go shower so we can go meet up with Okuyasu.”

“This is still kidnapping, I wasn’t even invited…” 

He holds his hand out to help you out of bed like it’s a carriage and he’s your servant, bowing slightly when you take it and slip out of the warm covers to step past him.

“We’re a package deal Y/N, they know this by now!”

He does have a good point, you usually are with him all of the time even if you aren’t invited, it’s a good thing his friends like you so much… Maybe even more than they like Josuke. 

The second you step into the shower and turn your music on you can hear him singing. Loudly.

Terribly...

To Shania Twain.

“Babe! Can I open the door? I want to listen too!”

He doesn’t even let you answer as the door clicks open with a loud gremlin like giggle as he returns back to do his hair, continuing to sing at the top of his lungs. 

You’re glad his mom isn’t home this morning with how… Extravagant, it is.

You can already tell he’s dancing in the room even though you can’t see him, cool water instantly making you feel better from the hot early morning sunlight.

“And all that extra hold gel in your hair outta lock it! Wait…”

You laugh immediately as he pauses, hand hesitating before he touches the gel on his dresser as he realises the words he’s singing.

“‘Cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place.”

You finish the rest before you grab your towel and wrap it around yourself as you close the door slightly, placing the cd player by the opening for him as you get dry and dressed, it's almost concerning how quiet Josuke suddenly is.

You step into the room while you keep humming lightly before freezing, eyebrows furrowing as you stare down at your boyfriend.

“Jo… Are you okay?”

It’s almost a laugh as he lays on his back on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling with wide horrified eyes as they meet yours with a scared whisper, his long hair fanning around him on the plush rug.

“...You’re impressed by me right?”

“Of course I am…?”

“More than Brad Pitt?”

You choke on your laugh as you drop to your knees beside him, fingers playing with his still un-styled hair as stares up at you with sad eyes.

“More than Brad Pitt. He doesn’t impress me much...”

“Ok… Ok. Cool, so I still have a chance right? Even if I don't have a car? Or that I'm not a rocket scientist?”

“Josuke, we’re dating…”

“Oh...”

You can’t help the small giggle as you nudge him to get up while you turn the chair for him to sit in, eyes soft as he leans to kiss your cheek with a blush when he gets up with an audible groan.

“Did you really forget you’re my boyfriend?”

“I guess that I got caught up about Brad Pitt… Can you maybe do my hair? You know... Make me feel better... About Brad...”

“...Are you sure?”

You choose to ignore how hung up he is over Brad Pitt as if he isn't in his mid 30's...

His fingers push the tub of gel into your hand with a grin, nodding when you hesitate before you pick it up and he settles back into the chair with a giddy look on his face.

He doesn’t realise how close you have to be to do his hair, immediately looking away when you lean towards him slightly, fingers curling into his hair as you section it before kissing his forehead.

“What was that for?”

“You just look so cute, it’s that or I bite you…”

His cheeks flame as he questions you with a little ‘Oh’ on his lips before looking away again when your fingers claw lightly at his scalp, making sure it's all in place before you even look at the hair spray.

You have a soft pout on your face when he glances back up at you, your eyes staring at his hair like you’ve destroyed it beyond repair.

“How bad is it, doc?”

“I don’t think it’s that bad it’s just not… Good?”

Your fingers catch his jaw before he can turn to the mirror, a small terrified look on your face as you kiss his cheek again.

“Don’t hate me… I tried.”

When you let go he can’t help the giggling that falls from him, staring at his hair in his reflection with a grin on his face as he looks back at you with adoration.

“It's still better than Brad Pitt... It's not like he's Elvis or something.”

Kira - 

Your fingers are gentle while you run them through Kira’s hair, admiring him as he sleeps peacefully by your side, sunlight shining through the fabric of the curtains. 

You’re glad he gets to go into work later than he usually does today, a smile pulling at your face as you snuggle further into him with a content hum.

His strong arm curled around your waist comfortably as you press your face back into his throat, fighting the urge to bite him because of how cute he looks sleeping. Almost fight back the urge. 

The second your teeth graze his skin faintly, he laughs making you jump in shock, eyes wide as you pull away as his eyes flutter open with a lazy smile on his lips.

“Relax, darling. You didn’t wake me, I was just enjoying the moment. Before you bit me.”

“Sorry… You just looked so cute.”

An amused hum in his throat as he pulls you closer with a light sigh, head resting on top of yours as you relax fully into him.

“Bathe with me this morning?”

“That means getting up Yoshi…”

He coos playfully in your ear when you pout against his neck, soft fingers running against your spine as he traces shapes against your skin.

“I know, darling. But I have to head to work in a few hours.”

“Okay… I’ll go run the bath, would you like some tea?”

You feel him tense his muscles slightly in a stretch as he moves away from you to lean and kiss your temple, a hum in his throat when he fully pulls away.

“I’ll make it, use some of those bath salts you like, hmm?”

You don’t often get him as loving as you do in the mornings, usually not a fan of so much affection, but waking up in your arms every morning makes him enjoy it just a little more each time.

The water is warm under your fingers as you check the temperature when he comes in behind you, leaning to kiss your cheek before placing your tea on the side of the bath.

“Sleep well?”

Your hum is soft when he wraps his arm back around your waist, relaxing against you as the bath fills, his head resting on your shoulder with a tired smile.

He never thought himself to be someone who could ever fall in love, he never cared to try. Nor to want to have a partner, but you slid into his life chaotically. Unpredictable. 

And he wouldn’t change that for the world.

“I did thank you, my love. Did you?”

“I always do by your side, Y/N.”

His fingers are gentle against your skin as he helps you into the bath, a relaxed sigh in your ear when he settles behind you, it’s always slightly cramped but not uncomfortably. Just close. 

You know he struggles with affection after so long believing it isn’t something he ever wanted or needed, but you can see how much he’s trying when he holds you against him as he runs his fingers against your stomach.

“There’s a cute little restaurant that just opened nearby, can we go when you’re done with work?”

“Of course, darling.”

You can hear the tiredness in his voice as he rests his head against your shoulder with a light hum, relaxing against you as you lean into him. It’s disgustingly domestic when he’s like this, having him so content compared to the composed businessman everyone else gets to see.

Most of the time...

The sound of his phone ringing snaps you both out of your relaxation violently, a sigh on his lips as he reaches to grab it with an apologetic glance at you when he sees the caller ID.

“Yoshikage speaking… Yes… No, I’m supposed to be… Right. Understaffed… Of course, I’ll be there soon.... Goodbye.”

The second the call ends he huffs, letting his head fall back to your shoulder with a muffled apology into your skin as your fingers curl into his hair and massage his scalp lightly.

“It’s okay, my love… It isn’t your fault. Drink your tea, I'll make you breakfast okay?”

“Thank you… I love you.”

His fingers trace lightly against your leg as you stand and step out of the bath, leaning to kiss him quickly before grabbing your towel and heading back to your room to get dressed.

Humming a song softly as you slip into your dressing gown and head downstairs to make him something to eat before he leaves, settling for some pancakes and eggs.

You don’t even notice him come into the kitchen, soft steps muffled on the cold tile as he accidentally sneaks up on you, a tiny smirk on his lips as he slips his arms around you quickly once you move away from the stove so you don't hurt yourself.

“Surprise.”

“Kira! How are you so quiet?!”

A gentle rare laugh on his lips as you jump hard in his arms, his head resting back against you as he looks down at the hob in front of you.

“Sorry, darling… I couldn’t help myself.”

“I’ll forgive you… If you let me tie your tie for you.”

“I was going to let you anyway.”

His fingers squeeze your waist slightly before he pulls away to let you turn, a sweet grin on your lips that makes his breathing hitch in his throat. 

The tie is soft in your hands as you take it from him, slipping it around his shoulders as you lean up to kiss him lightly and making him sigh as he pulls you closer.

His eyes are tender when you pull away with a kind smile, fingers straightening the fabric before you tie it for him carefully, tightening it as you fix the collar over it. 

“Thank you, darling.”

You hum lightly as you lean up and press your lips to his cheek before blushing and rubbing off the lipstick mark you leave behind with a pout.

“Always, my love.”

Fugo - 

“Did you know that sea pickles can grow up to 60 feet long?” 

Fugo’s voice is laced with sleep as he reads next to you, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his relaxed heartbeat and soft breathing. 

He sounds excited even though he’s barely awake, reading the new book you just bought him for his birthday, it isn’t even about sea life, just animal biology in general. You sound exhausted when you whisper back a horrified question, not bothering to move from your spot half on top of him.

“Fugo… My love. What the fuck is a sea pickle?”

“I actually have no idea…”

You hear the page turn as he reads quickly, trying to find the answer to your question as you hum and curl your fingers more into his shirt as you close your eyes again.

The vibrations of his voice tickling your skin as he starts reading aloud the part about pickles, sounding both confused and interested all at once.

“Wait… So they aren’t even pickles?”

“They aren’t even pickles…”

Your disappointment is immediate as you huff out a faint grumble about pickles and hide your face into his shirt.

“Why are they even called pickles then, no pickle I've ever seen is 60 feet long…”

You can hear the grin on his face without even looking up, his fingers running through your hair as if trying to console you. About pickles.

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”

“Fugo, have you seen a 60 foot long pickle?”

“Who hasn’t.”

You can’t help the soft laugh against him as he turns the page, a little amused exhale from him as you groan against his chest.

“Are they at least green?”

“Do you want me to lie to you?”

“No…”

It’s barely a word as you groan dramatically into him before moving your head to look up at him, he looks so relaxed as he lays on your bed, book still in his hand as his tired eyes meet yours.

“They aren’t green, and it’s an animal. Well, animals.”

“What?”

“Animals, look…”

He angles the book so you can see what it looks like, a breathy chuckle falling from him when your face flickers into disgust, staring down at the slimy tube full of microscopic animals.

“That is not a pickle?”

“Are you asking me if it isn’t a pickle?”

Your playful glare gets another tired laugh out of him as he pulls you back down to lay next to him, reading out loud again when you settle back into him.

“Stupid sea pickles.”

“You don’t want me to talk about sea cucumbers then?”

You blink in surprise when he wiggles out from next to you and stands, placing the book onto the bed with a faint smile on his lips. He looks so sweet like this, no stress or responsibility, just getting to enjoy a lazy morning together.

“I’m going to shower, let’s go out today? The weather is nice…”

There’s a soft pink blush on his cheeks when he asks you, like he’s flustered about the thought of going on a cute date with you.

He is, you already know he is.

“Can we go to the bakery? I’ll get you some cake!”

“That’s a bribe, and it’s against the law… I might have to turn you over to the authorities for that.”

“What if I offer you a kiss?  To overlook my crimes…”

He leans over the bed with a playful grin, lips barely brushing yours with his hand cupping your jaw to keep you from moving as he watches you.

“You’re going to jail for attempting to bribe me again.”

“That’s not how…”

He closes the distance before you can finish, a soft squeak leaving you when your lips meet, it’s sweet as he traces his thumb against your cheek before pulling away, blushing a deep red as he looks away. 

“You’re so cute, Fugo.”

“I’m going to shower… Then I’ll take you to the bakery.”

You grin at his retreating figure as he slips into the bathroom with a small flustered laugh, closing the door behind him before you flop down on the bed, your smile not leaving as you lay there in a daze.

He’s so sweet to you, especially when no one else is around, his warm playfulness leaving you giddy every time.

You turn to the window as soon as you hear the water shut off, a tiny smile pulling at your lips at the excitement of him coming back. God you’re so in love it almost hurts…

“You just waited here?”

He seems a little shocked to see you sitting staring out over the city, suddenly self conscious even though you aren’t looking at him, fingers securing the towel around his waist in a light panic.

“I can leave if you want me to, I won’t peek. I promise.”

“I know you won’t… You can stay...”

His voice is still a little nervous even though he trusts you, it isn’t the first time he’s changed in front of you but it still makes him embarrassed each time. You never look, but his cheeks flame nonetheless.

“Can I tie your tie for you?”

“Do you even know how?”

He regrets not changing the wording immediately when he can practically feel your pout before you even say anything, the teasing words already on your lips before he cuts you off.

“I didn’t mean it like that… You aren’t stupid, I just meant…”

“I wasn’t going to say I was… Oh my god. Do you think I’m stupid, Fugo?”

“I just…”

You hear the deep breath as he stops getting ready, annoyance curling into him before he relaxes again, he knows you’re just teasing him.

A careful grounding breath out before he speaks again.

“I just meant, do you know how to? If not I can teach you. If you’d like…”

“Sorry Fugo, you’re too cute not to tease. Will you teach me?”

He doesn’t tell you to turn around like usual, just steps in front of you with a soft blush on his face as he hands you his tie, nervously swallowing when you stand and step towards him.

“Tell me?”

You slip the fabric around the back of his neck as he refuses to meet your eyes, blush deepening when your fingers brush against his collarbone.

“Okay… This bit here, pull it over the top and then back underneath.”

“Like this?”

“Y/N. Stop it…”

You drop the soft whisper as you laugh at his embarrassment, watching him take a deep breath to try to calm his rapid heartbeat.

“Back over the top. Yeah, just like that… Don’t say it. I know, I heard it…”

“What next, Fugo?”

It’s a gentle question as you try not to laugh when he stares down at your hands before glancing up into your eyes and looking away immediately in surprise, not expecting you to already be watching him.

“Take this bit and pull it through here, and then back down through this part…. Perfect!”

You lean forward to kiss his burning cheek while he looks out of the window and refuses to meet your loving gaze, pulling the tie up to rest more against his skin before leaning back to inspect it.

“That wasn’t too hard… I forgot it all though.”

“That’s okay… I’ll teach you again tomorrow.”

Bruno - 

He always wakes before you, tender fingers curling against the material of your shirt as he snuggles closer to you in the early morning sun, he doesn’t mind as much anymore that his body wakes him so early in the day, getting to rest by your side until you wake with him.

Your breathing is soft and rhythmic against his throat as you sleep peacefully, a faint huff on his lips when he realises he has another mission today and can’t even stay by your side. 

Careful hands resting against your back as he holds you, thumbs rubbing lightly into your warm skin under the sunlight.

“I love you, I know I tell you everyday but I hope you never forget it…”

It’s barely audible in your ear as he kisses your temple, soft adoration whispered into your skin as if your soul will remember every word he speaks to you in the morning before you wake.

“Do you always tell me you love me when I'm sleeping?”

“I do… Did I wake you?”

His voice is apologetic without even needing to pull back and look at him, brows furrowing as he leans into you with a faint hum in his throat when your fingers curl into his hair.

“You didn’t, I promise.”

“Would you tell me if I did?”

Your laugh into his skin tells him the answer before you ever open your mouth, but you can feel his smile against your forehead as he presses another soft kiss to your temple.

His hands keep you close to him for a few more seconds as he leans back and looks down at you with a lazy grin, eyes lidded as he wakes up slowly.

“When do you have to leave today?”

“10AM… But you know how long it takes Mista to get ready, I can stay for a little longer with you… If you’ll have me?”

“If I ever say no to that. It isn’t me.” 

His laugh is tired and low as he cups your jaw, lips pressing softly against your forehead before he sighs and moves to slip out of the bed, earning a complaint from you as you grab at his side with a huff.

A loving smile on his face as he leans to kiss you properly this time, lips soft against yours as you hum into him before he pulls away with a light brush of his thumb against you.

“Stay here amore, I'll make us something to eat.”

“Bruno. My love… Let me help?”

How could he ever say no with how sweet you’re looking up at him, his hand slipping into yours as he helps you up, eyes adoring as you slip your arms around his waist and hold him close to you.

“You’re so beautiful… Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me, love?”

Your eyes meet his with a faint furrow of your brows, question on your lips as he glances away in embarrassment, hoping that you would just overlook his accidental breathy thanks.

“I… I just meant that I’m thankful that I have you… Truly, amore.”

“You’re so cute when you get shy Bruno… I love you. I’m grateful I have you too…”

The light pink deepens faintly, evident in the golden light from the window as you coo and drag him down to kiss him with a small giggle when he groans against you before you pull him towards the door.

He looks a mess when you both slip into the hallway, oversized pyjamas making him look a lot smaller than he is, eyes tired and hair mussed as he follows beside you with a playful grin on his lips.

He rarely gets to be like this, always so composed and calm as he keeps his team safe in missions. He looks sweet and relaxed.

Perfect.

“You’re staring at me, amore…”

“Sorry… I just love you so much.” 

He’s taken aback by your reverent confession as you turn fully when you reach the kitchen, your eyes watching him as he steps into your space to tuck your hair behind your ear and kiss your head lightly as he moves to the stove with a tilt of his head.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think this far ahead.”

“Oh! How about I finally teach you how to make French toast?”

“I think I'd like that…”

His eyes are intense as he watches your hands like he could embed what you’re doing into his mind so he won’t forget, his hand resting on your waist when your eyes glance back to him before he looks back up with soft furrowing brows when you place the bread into the pan.

“Got it?”

“I um… Could you show me again?”

You laugh softly at his embarrassment before flipping the one in the pan and showing him again with a sweet smile before nudging the bowl to him when he nods.

Hands taking over what you were doing like he’s done it a thousand times before, it’s almost rude the way he seems so good at everything he does… 

Until he drops the bread on the floor, horror on his face as he looks at you ashamed at his mistake, your hand covering your mouth as you hold onto the counter and try to muffle your laughter to not wake anyone up.

“It was a lot slimier than I expected it to be…”

Your laughter becomes silent painful giggles as you press your hand to your stomach, tears falling down your face as you watch him blush and look down at the pile of mush on the floor with a light giggle, soon slipping into full laughter as you try not to look at each other and make it worse.

“What the fuck are you both doing?”

You both jump mid cackling and whip around to see Abbacchio watching with tired eyes, a tiny smile pulling at his lips as he takes in how domestic you look together. 

“I dropped it…”

A roll of his eyes as he turns and leaves the room when Bruno laughs out choked words before snorting and laughing harder when you start giggling again.

“You’re both so weird… Clean it up when you’re done.”

You lean on Bruno’s shoulder as you both calm down, his eyes loving as you plate the slightly burnt food and giggling again when you lean to clean up the mush.

“I’m… Sorry I made a mess.”

“Bruno, I think that’s the hardest you’ve ever laughed… That was cute, don’t apologise.”

His fingers entwine in yours as he grabs the plate and pulls you back to the stairs with a tiny amused huff.

He looks almost pouty as he watches you style your hair after eating, eyes following your every move when you stand to grab your makeup off the dresser and hesitating before you sit back down, gaze catching his in the mirror with a smile.

“What's wrong, love?”

“Will you do my hair for me?” 

He looks so sweet as he stares at you, blushing gently as you reach your hand out for him to come to you with a faint hum.

“Of course I will, sit for me?”

He stands quickly, almost tripping over his long pyjama pants as he hops off the bed and walks to sit in the chair you just stood from, biting your lip lightly to stop the giggle at his stumble.

You don’t get to say anything as he covers your mouth before he sits down, blush deepening as he kisses your temple with a gentle whisper.

“Don’t laugh…”

“Mmfph.”

“Exactly.”

You playfully glare down at him when he sits, biting his palm gently making a dramatic yelp falling from him as he pulls his hand away in mock pain, a look of horror on his face for a second before he settles back with a little laugh when he pulls you into his lap. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Bruno.”

“Not as much as you, cara…”

The hum in your throat is almost a sigh as you get comfortable and grab the brush on the dresser with a light kiss to the bridge of his nose as you run it through his messy hair.

“Why pill bugs?”

“Pill bugs?”

He looks confused as you fix his fringe with a light hum, eyes flicking down to his with a sweet smile before looking back up and fixing the rest of his hair.

“Yeah, your clips… Wait, are they not pill bugs?”

“No… They’re just… I don’t know what they are actually.”

“Oh…” 

His fingers rub your waist slightly as you pout and place the brush down, sitting up on your knees as you start braiding his hair as he holds you steady, he doesn’t need to. But he wants the excuse to touch you anyway.

“Thank you for this, tesoro…”

“You don’t have to thank me, I’m happy to do it for you.”

“Will you put in my pill bugs in for me then? Hmm?”

You tilt his head up once you finish his braid so you can kiss him lightly before settling back down with a sweet hum.

“Give… You’re being too nice, you could order me to you know? My capo.”

His eyes roll immediately at your playful tone, taking the clips from him as you hold his head still to make sure you get them perfect, leaning back as you inspect them.

“I won’t demand you to do anything, amore.”

“I know, my love…”

“Although I did like you calling me capo… Say it again for me?”

You glance down from his hair to look in his eyes, a small playful smirk on his lips as he rubs your skin softly.

“You have to go soon, behave… My capo.”

Abbacchio - 

The soft chatter in the restaurant is a welcome noise to fill the silence as you relax by Abbacchio’s side, barely grazing his leg with your own but enough to comfort the both of you as you sit amongst your team.

You feel the tense in his body as he glares down as the cup in his hand, tea cooling slowly in the ceramic, but that isn’t what he’s annoyed about. You assume anyway.

“What’s wrong?” 

Your voice is barely audible over the clamour of your teammates as they make loud jokes over the table, glad that there aren't many people here to be disturbed by them this late in the day.

“Nothing. It’s fine.”

“Are you trying to shatter the cup with telekinesis or?”

His eyes flit to you with the tiniest twitch of the corner of his mouth, an exasperated exhale on his lips as he places the cup back down and turns it to you.

“Your lipstick?”

He doesn’t answer, just glares at the cup harder as if it’ll undo the marks left on the rim, his eyes staying fixed on the side with disdain.

“They all transfer. I’m getting sick of this shit.”

“All of them?”

“Every one I own…”

You hum softly as you inspect the faint lavender left on the cup, a tiny grin pulling at your lips as he huffs at your amusement by it.

“It isn’t funny… It’s like the shittest calling card”

“I think it’s cute, Leone…”

You barely see the small blush on his cheeks as he turns his head, refusing to look at you again as you tease him softly with a sweet smile on your face.

“Let's go get some other ones then, it’s still early enough that the store won’t be closed yet.”

“You want to go shopping for me? Really?”

“I do… If you want to, I know it’s…”

“Shut up. Come on.”

The gentle demand is barely a whisper as he stands, drinking his tea quickly in a few swallows with a huff when the lipstick stains the cup again.

You stand beside him with a stifled laugh at how dramatic he is, a soft smile given to the rest of the team as you slip out of the door, only Bruno noticing as you both leave.

“Are you hungry, Leone?”

He doesn’t answer but you see the roll of his eyes when he slips past you to stand on the side closer to the road as you walk, his hand brushing your back gently for a second before letting it fall again.

“You can just say you’re hungry, Y/N.”

“But I don’t want to eat if you aren’t going to…”

“I can eat.”

He’s never very affectionate when you’re both in public but you can tell how much he cares with the small things he does for you, a tiny quirk of his lips as he watches you spot a particularly fat pigeon with a grin and a glance back at him as you point to it.

He doesn’t look, eyes staring down at you with adoration that he quickly turns into an annoyed sneer when someone gets too close to you.

“Can I do your makeup for you tomorrow then? Since I’m buying you your lipsticks…”

His head snaps back to you from glaring at the man in front, brows furrowing at your teasing words. You don’t even look at him but he can see you trying not to laugh, a playful grin on your lips as you stare forward.

“You aren’t”

“Try and stop me… I gave Bruno your wallet as we left.”

His fingers immediately raise to press against the pocket he always keeps it in, a shocked glare on his face as you meet his eyes with a mischievous cackle.

“You little… You need to stop hanging out with those 3. They’re making you sneaky.”

“I was already sneaky. You just never noticed… “

He barely aware that you’re already standing outside the store with a saccharine smile on your face, your fingers almost reaching out to touch him before dropping again, knowing he doesn’t like being touched in public.

For both of your safety.

He almost looks guilty for a second when your hand falls, covering it quickly when you nudge him slightly to go in the store with you.

“Come on, before they close.”

You don’t mean to get as many as you do, a grin on your face as you place down the bag on your dresser, turning as he sits on the edge of your bed and reaching his hand out for you to come to him.

Fingers brushing yours when you entwine them together, lips gentle against your knuckles as he presses soft kisses to your skin.

“Are you just trying to cover me in your lipstick?”

“Would it be so bad if I was?”

He looks so much more relaxed like this, eyes lidded as his mask slips completely, exhaustion licking at him as he breathes in your perfume.

“Not at all… I’ll miss it when you find one that doesn’t transfer.”

The hum is faint as he smiles against you, letting your hand go so he can shrug off his jacket and get ready to sleep, his gaze tired as he stands and leans down to kiss you.

You know that you’ll smudge his lipstick even more but you can’t seem to care as you pull him closer, a breathy laugh falling from him when he pulls away again.

“Come on. Sleep, I might even let you do my makeup tomorrow.”

The sun flickers across your skin softly, warming the dark covers above you and making you curl closer to Leone, the warmth fully enveloping you in the quiet morning…

Mostly quiet.

You can hear the faint crash as Narancia trips over something downstairs with a loud apology, you try not to laugh but fail as you bury your face into your boyfriend's throat to muffle it.

“You’re lucky I love you. If anyone else woke me up by giggling in my ear…”

Sleep coils into every whispered word as he pulls you closer to his chest, a low laugh vibrating your skin at the little squeak in surprise when he speaks.

“Sorry, Leone… Narancia just fell over and I couldn’t help it.”

“If he broke something I swear… It better not have been my damn teapot.”

“The one I got you?”

A short hum in his throat rather than answering as he breathes out slowly and squeezes your waist before sitting up, fingers still pressed against your skin.

“Get up. Before I regret letting you do this.”

“Wait! Really?”

He slips out of the bed as his hand falls from you, running his fingers through his mussed hair as he grabs the bag from yesterday.

“Test them before we shower. Then I'll let you do it.”

He sits back down on the bed beside you as you get comfortable, taking the bag from his hand with barely contained excitement.

He can already tell he’s going to regret this but he can’t bring himself to care when you look so happy getting settled as you sit right in front of him.  

“Okay… Let me... I have nothing to wipe this off.”

Your fingers are gentle as you hold his jaw, realising when you put the lipstick on that you can’t really test if they smudge if you can’t take it off.

Actually maybe you can…

He barely has the chance to see the playful smirk on your face as you lean in and press your lips to his, making him groan softly into your mouth before you pull away.

“What…”

“Hmm, no good… This one smudges. Let's try this one…”

Your thumb rubs the last bit of purple off of his lips as he stares at you in shock. Eyes wide as you pull the next lipstick out and tilt your head at how freaked out he looks.

“Sorry… I should have asked first, I’ll test them properly.”

“Don’t... Please?”

His cheeks flame softly as you press it to his lips, humming when it isn’t the usual shade he wears as you inspect it with narrowed eyes before leaning in and kissing him again before pulling away with a little huff.

“Not this one either, and it’s not the right colour.”

He looks fucked up.

His eyes wide and dilated even in the sunlight as it caresses his face, a pretty smile on his face, purple still staining his lips as you gently kiss him over and over in order to ‘test’ his new makeup.

He can’t even tell if you’re taking it seriously or not but you look ecstatic, his hand coming up to cup your face as you talk mindlessly about only having a few left.

He leans in his time, lips pressed to yours almost in worship as his fingers curl against your skin, gentle.

Reverent.

So loving that it leaves you breathless when he pulls away again.

“Hmm. This one is good.”

“...Yeah. Good.” 

You can barely choke the words out as he grins down at you, your eyes wide as you watch him, swallowing at how intense he can be even without meaning to be. A whispered question on your lips as you break eye contact before you blush even harder.

“Can I do it again tomorrow?”

“I’d let you do it for the rest of my life.”

bucciarati-

-doesn't care if you shave. they live in Italy, and people dont really shave over there, but ignoring that for a moment. he seems the type to never actually think about it. like, it never crosses his mind. so if you have a bush and it covers your ass/lips, he doesn't pay it any mind. on the other hand, if you do shave it off one day, hed definitely notice! its like a little gift for him. but he doesn't prefer it one way or the other, he just really enjoys the skin to skin contact.

-got really flustered and nervous during your fist time together. one of the only times in your relationship he gets nervous, and you cant get enough of it. if youre bold, tease him about it. he'll suck in a breath, and look away, placing a hand over his face. he'll mutter something about how "i just… you look so gorgeous, Tesoro… ive wanted to do this with you for so long…". if youre also the nervous type, he'll notice, and work to make you comfortable, but it doesn't stop him from burying his blushing face in your neck, holding you close and muttering about how "youre so gorgeous…. i want to hold you like this forever…". after your first time though, he gets significantly more confidant. if you talk about it, he'll say he doesn't know why… he's has sexual partners in the past, but youre his heart, so maybe thats why. what a romantic.

abbachio- -i think he'd prefer if you shaved your ass/ lips, but hes not gonna say anything about it. i think he looooves a bush, but he prefers the feeling of your entrance when its hairless. but its not like he dislikes it otherwise, and it definitely doesn't turn him off in any way. he still eats it like a man starved, so dont worry. if you dont shave at all, he takes his thumbs and spreads your lips/ass so he can fuck without the friction if hair. i think he also shaves, or at least trims. but dont worry, his bush isn't going anywhere <3

-smokes after sex. he doesn't smoke often, but always has one cig after sex. the smell has pavloved you into a horny state, so when you two are out with the gang, and he has his rare stress cig, it gets you going. youre pretty sure he knows, judging by the smirk on his face as his lips wrap around the cig, staining it with purple.

-likes to edge and tease himself. part of it comes from his internalized feelings of never being good enough for you, but even after you two healthily work through that, he still finds it really hot. he likes that you both have control in this situation. as you scratch down his back and he whispers the dirtiest things in your ear, he feels pre leaking out as you beg him to go harder, moaning about how only he can make you feel like this (something you've noticed he loves). after you cum, he leans closer, pressing his body into yours, and moans out a 'please, i need it, l-let me cum, please-' and he'll keep pleading until you say yes or no. basically, after you've cum, he gets pretty submissive.

jotaro-

-i feel like he prefers fingering/ handjobs (giving and receiving) more than oral. simply because he loves pressing his lips to yours as you cum, swallowing each others moans. another plus is you can do it to each other at the same time, and ever the impatient man, he likes that so you can quickly get to the main event. though, if you ask for head, he definitely wont deny you, he loves your taste. he reallllyyyyy likes doing 69, though.

mista-

-siigghhh. okay. i feel like he looovvvesss your smell. all the men do, but. he get off on it. he'll shove his face in your bush, your armpits, your neck, your chest, all to get a real good whiff. his hips rut against your ass while youre trying to do normal housework, you turn to him to tell him off, but the sight of his flushed face as he pouts at you to let him "fuck you, please, i need you so bad right now, baby"…. its pretty convincing.

-cant get enough of you in a skirt. doesn't matter what gender you are, he loves it! long or short, just the idea that youre almost bare, just your underwear between you and a gentle breeze, makes him go insane. if you have trouble feeling comfortable in skirts/ dresses for personal reasons, he'll wear one for you to make you feel more comfortable! he'll even wear it in public and threaten anyone who looks at him weird. but if he wears it for too long in public, he'll end up pulling you aside, embarrassed blush on his face as he leans into your ear and whispers "babe, this is driving me insane… you gotta help me out here!" as he takes your hand and lifts the skirt to reveal his erection. you can ask him why he chose to wear a thong with it, but he'll just brush you off with a blush on his face and continue begging you to 'help him out'.

-likes having fun while fucking. like, he's pretty silly with it. he wont ruin the mood, but while youre riding him, he'll grip your hips, and whistle like he's cat calling you. he likes a partner with a sense of humor, or at the very least someone who appreciates his humor.

-loves when you ride him!!!!! please hop on his lap and start kissing his neck. he'll moan, then laugh lowly and say some shit like "cant get enough, huh?'" hes a switch, so you can either A: pull on his hair and tell him to shut up, and he'll shut his mouth so fast and let you do what you want with him, or B: shyly nod, and mutter out how you need him, and he'll grip your hips and fuck you into next week.

jolyne-

-gets turned on really easily (kinda canon). like, brush the small of her back with your hand, shes folding. if she loves someone, everything about them gets her going.

-verse methinks. i feel like if she's in a lovey-dovey mood, she will absolutely want to be railed by your dick/strap and let you handle her however you need. but if youre feeling more submissive, she has no issue slipping into the dominant role, gripping you by the hair and pulling you towards her dripping pussy and ordering you to 'suck.' in that beautifully harsh tone.

kira-

-he is a creature of habit. he may accidentally fall into a routine with his partner, like… a sex schedule. he may not even realize that he initiates every Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. if you bring it up to him, he'll say "is there something wrong with a schedule?"…. hes trying. i promise… i mean, he tries so hard not to kill you! he huffs and asks "what do you expect from me?". tell him you want to at least try different things in the bedroom, rather than your usual. hes definitely willing to try for you.

-obviously, handjobs are like. the only thing he ever wants in the bedroom. if he ends up loving someone (murderers like him are incapable of that, but this is fictional, so we're just gonna pretend) he will try his very best to please them. if you beg for his cock, he'll fuck you into the mattress all night long. but when you ask what he wants…. well, the answer's always the same. "please, darling… let me have a taste…" but he's not talking about your pussy…. he'll beg to suck your pretty fingers while you jerk him off. never lasts long doing this.

ghiaccio-

-sighs loudly. i love this dork. rants while railing you. i just… he would grab your hips in a way thats definitely leaving bruises, pounding as fast as he can, sloppy, wet slaps sound through the room as he huffs, glasses foggy and slipping down his nose. all the while hes going on and on about something one of his team members do that pisses him off, or ranting about tourists or some shit. youre not entirely focused, honestly.

(part 2) joseph-

-i feel like he'd be all cocky, but when you met, he had very little experience. prolly not a virgin, but he doesn't really know what hes doing. so if you have a lot of experience, or at least more than him, its real easy to get him into a submissive role. he loves it though, if he had a tail youre sure itd be wagging behind him at 100 mph. but if you also dont have much experience, says smth like "dont worry babe, ill take care of you" and winks at you. hes a fumbling, big dumb mess. but just pat his head and tell him he's doing great and all that confidence is right back. also hes a very, very fast learner, and incredibly smart. you wont have to show him something more than once for him to get it.

polnareff-

-to be expected, but hes such a gentle lover. if its your first time together (whether its your first time ever or not), he will be constantly checking in, asking if everything is okay, if he can touch you here, if he can kiss you there, hes a yapper. its really sweet, and warms your heart, truly. but if you get annoyed with it, just tell him to shut up and he will. literally obeys your every order (how i like my men…) but if youre fine with it he still eventually gets more comfortable with it and stops asking so much.

-along that line, he doesn't stop talking, though. he is constantly telling you what hes thinking, how he feels, gripping your hips, chest, burying his face in your neck as he murmurs "ah, mon amour… please, you feel so good around me-" literal tears in his beautiful baby blues.

avdol-

-much like pol, hes a very gentle lover, however hes also not opposed to being a little more…. rough. if asked nicely. definitely not for your first time, but after that, if you give him that sweet pout he cant say no to and beg him to go harder…. well, who is he to deny his angel?

-hes kinda a tease. overall he gives you what you need, and want, but he always makes you ask for it (in a cheeky way). he's holding you gently in his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you tell him youre close… he simply tsks, and says "angel, i know you know how to ask nicely~". he doesn't do it everytime, and he treats you with the utmost respect, so when he does, it sends shivers of arousal through you. (yummy man)

narancia-