Salmon

The morning of the fifteenth of January was rather frigid, making Connor wonder whether or not he should venture to the police department. He hadn't received any reports since the day before, so surely, he wouldn't get in trouble for spending just a few extra minutes in bed. As his procrastination set in, he snuggled further beneath the blankets, inhaling the fresh scent of linen and flowers.

The room was oddly quiet, so once his system recalibrated after having been off for the entire night, he scanned the area, noting that you were nowhere to be found. Curious, he thought. It was six in the morning, and you normally didn't get up that early.

"My love?" he called, sitting up and stretching his limbs a bit.

His high-tech audio processors picked up the sound of shuffling in the hall, and soon enough, you entered the dim bedroom, already prepared for the day. You looked remarkably precious that morning, and he couldn't help but allow a little smile to grace his lips.

"There you are," he sighed, sliding his legs off the side of the bed. "What's going on today?"

You padded across the fluffy, minimalistic carpet and turned on the lamp on the bedside table, fully revealing your beauty to him. "Nothing really," you explained. "I just thought maybe..."

Connor's eyes had no need to adjust to the sudden light; he was already scanning you, trying to detect something you weren't even aware of. But you were healthy. Your hormones were out of control, though. "Do you mean..."

You looked away, a bit embarrassed, but Connor would never shun you for your body's needs. Never. "I had a dream last night, and I just couldn't help myself," you explained, uncomfortably shifting your thighs together.

"I can sense your pheromones," he said plainly. His eyes darted to your crotch, and he continued, "If I were to touch your panties, they would already be completely soaked. Am I correct?"

You shyly nodded, still averting your gaze.

"It would make sense, considering I stretched you out before we went to bed. Your body doesn't know how to adjust to not being constantly filled, so it's overproducing lubrication. That, along with the dream you mentioned, is certainly contributing to this... need."

"Do you have time to help me before you go to work?" you wondered, making sure to give him that look you knew he couldn't resist.

Without hesitating, he lay back down, propping his head up with a few pillows and patting his lap. "You'll have to do the work, though, honey," he teased.

You whined a bit, but you still couldn't stop yourself from pulling his boxers down and giving his cock a few strokes. Luckily for you, he could make himself erect on command. It made you feel a little guilty that you had quick sessions with him more often than not.

Sensing your unease, he cooed, "You're okay, my love. I wouldn't be doing this for you if I didn't want to. What I don't want—" He paused to help you out of your undergarments. "Is for you to be lying here all day, fingering yourself, getting no satisfaction because your fingers won't fill you up well enough."

Grateful for his comforting words, you wrapped your fingers around his girthy shaft and rubbed his tip along your slit a few times to collect your juices. He shuddered and gave you a smile when you met his gaze, assuring you that it was all okay. Trusting his judgment, you positioned him and effortlessly slid down, his cock perfectly filling up your needy hole. Connor let out a happy sigh and coaxed you to move with a gentle thrust.

Your hands found their way to his chest, and you began slowly at first, hesitantly lifting yourself up until his tip almost slid out, then you went all the way back down. Your walls were still sore from the night before, and how he'd worked you until he filled your needy womb with semen. How you were so eager for another round, he would never know. All he knew was that you needed him, so his hands shot to your ass, and he dug his fingers into your sensitive skin. Once he grabbed you, he pulled you down, letting you feel just how deep he could go. The feeling was borderline unpleasant, but when he lifted you up and brought you down again, all the pain meant nothing.

"There you go," he encouraged. "You can grind on me if it brings you more pleasure."

You immediately let your head fall and worked your hips back and forth in slow circles. His cock conformed to your movements and prodded at your walls just where you needed stimulation.

"Can you rub my clit?" you asked, letting a strained whine escape your throat.

Connor happily brought his fingers to your heat and curled them to rub rapid circles against your swollen bundle of nerves. Needing more friction, you rolled your hips more, making sure to grind against his hand.

He watched how you eagerly sought pleasure against his hand and felt every part of his shaft dragging along your soaked walls. He kind of pitied you, in all honesty. You were constantly horny, and he could only imagine how inconvenient it was when you felt hot and bothered when he wasn't even there.

"Does that feel good?" he wondered, his brown eyes searching yours.

You nodded, your body's exertion already beginning to wear you out.

"Oh," he said, briefly taking his hand away from your clit. "One moment, my love. Be quiet, would you?"

His LED flickered between blue and yellow, then settled on blue when he connected to the call. As soon as he did that, he pressed his middle and ring finger to your clit again, gripping your hip with his other hand.

Connor continued staring at your pussy, needing so desperately to catch a glimpse of his cock covered in your slick. "Yes," he said. "I understand. Seven o'clock, you said?"

You switched to bouncing, still trying not to pant too loudly, and you winced when your pussy squelched around Connor's shaft. He didn't seem to care, though.

"Oh, I only just woke up. I didn't turn my system on at my usual time." He paused, instinctively thrusting his hips up to meet your soaked cunt. "I understand. I will be there soon."

You shut your eyes, the pace of his fingers never once faltering, and he bucked his hips particularly roughly, which made you gasp.

"Oh, no, no," he said. "Everything's alright." He fucked into you again, his skin slapping against yours. "I'll be there soon."

Once he disconnected from the call, he placed both hands on your hips and started a forceful pace, making sure to sink his cock as deep as it went.

"Come on, baby," he whispered, eying your tits as they bounced with your movements. "Rub your clit a little. I have you."

Following his orders, you reached down, giving your desperate heat more attention. Connor's dick curved perfectly to meet that special spot inside of you, and you fell forward, letting Connor focus entirely on your breasts, which he always thought were so sexy.

He groaned and tilted his head back, murmuring, "Please let me fall asleep against your breasts tonight. You're so beautiful."

You nodded, only half-listening to his words, instead, paying attention to how close you were to falling apart. The deep pressure against your walls made it feel like Connor was attempting to tear you apart from the inside. When you picked up the pace, the tension caused your entrance to clamp down around the intrusion.

Connor finally moaned, "Oh, that feels so, so good. Are you close?"

"So close," you told him.

To push you over the edge, he doubled down, making sure you felt every inch of his cock as he impaled your sore hole. Just when it seemed like the friction was ripping your insides out, you tensed up, and your walls tightly contracted, milking Connor's length. As soon as you reached your high, Connor groaned, his hips nearly stuttering. But he held on, pumping just a few more times before his cum painted your greedy womb. Your walls continued to pulse around him, drawing every last drop from him.

Utterly spent, he let go of you and shut his eyes, his internal systems working to prevent overheating. The moment you relaxed and rested your body against his, he groped your tits, rolling them against his palms.

"Are you happy now, precious?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your neck and shoulder.

"Very happy," you admitted.

Connor smiled contentedly and continued to playfully toy with your breasts. "That's wonderful. If you feel needy later tonight, I'll be here for you. But if you're not, that's okay. We can just cuddle."

You nodded, burying your face against the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry," you said.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm always so horny."

He shook his head and wrapped both arms around you, his softening cock allowing his semen to seep from your cunt. "Never be sorry for something you can't control, my love. I'm here, just for you, okay?"

You nodded and felt him give you a little pat before shifting beneath you.

"Okay," he said. "I need to get to work soon. Why don't you get cleaned up?"

You reluctantly rolled off of him, not caring that your mixed juices would stain the bedsheets.

"Hey," he cooed, placing a hand on your cheek. "Look at me."

Your eyes met his, and he gave you a little frown when he saw how disappointed you seemed.

"I'll be back later. I love you with all of my heart. Can you give me a kiss?"

Unable to resist the temptation, you tilted your head, and he gave you a few pecks.

"Good girl. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered.

"I love you so much," he said one last time before kissing your forehead and leaving for work.

Connors first time punishing you was just something that was bond to happen. Sure he felt bad barely but you earned it, he made it his own mission to keep you in line from then on. That sweet robot boyfriend who let you get away with everything faded, all because you gave him to much mouth one day. He didn’t warn you before the punishment either he just let the night play on like always:

You refuse to help with the dishes even tho its only your dishes since of course: Androids dont eat. No matter if he asked nicely or firmly always the same annoyed bratty “No.” He was used to it so he didn’t really react and just did the dishes himself.

Then you begged that he stayed home from the next investigation with Hank. Now he wasn’t to mad about that it was the way you just wouldn’t stop whining. Your eyes looking at his pleadingly he almost gave in, but he was stronger than you he pulled his arm away gently and refused to stay stating that he’ll be back in a few hours. Of course this made your attitude worse.

When he had gotten home you didn’t greet him like the sweet partner he knew you could be. He tilts his head and cluelessly asked why and you.. ignored him? you’ve never ignored him. Sure you refused tasks but it was always met with a response not silence. He softly taps your cheek to get your attention again nothing. Then the gears shift in his head and he makes a plan. You dont get to get away with your little antics everyday without a single person giving you the consequences you so desperately need.

So as the night went so he would slowly do sweet gestures let you think he’s doing what he always does, let you get away with it. When you finally did talk of course is was bratty. “I’m bored” you whine so loudly. You climb into his lap giving him that pout that usually makes him melt but today? Today he knows he has you right where he wants you.

Connor let you reach into his pants playing with his thick android cock. Licking up his shaft to kiss the tip. Before you sarcastically mumble, “Excited aren’t you? I don’t understand why if CyberLife picked how big your cock would be they would make it so.. small.” he knew you were joking. Cause every night when he was buried deep in your sopping pussy you would moan and scream like you were being hammered by a train. Doesn’t mean it pissed him off any less.

Finally when you do straddle him he’s nearly ready for his plan. You sink down on his big cock panting slightly in pain. It doesn’t matter how often you’ve taken his cock you always need to catch your breath each time feels like the first.

He grips your hips helping you bounce eyes focused on your bouncing tits. He softly kisses your nipples keeping you relaxed. You let out those soft whimpers it almost makes him feel bad for whats he’s about to do. Almost.

He removes his hands from your hips making you do it on your own. You squint you eyes confused he always helps you when you ride him. You try to move his hands back you waist whining but he shakes his head no. So you shake it off bouncing as fast as you can on your own.

Your eyes widen as his hand rested on you neck not choking just resting. It made you clench in a way you didn’t know you could. You let out surprised whimpers. Connor stays silent still. Confused you kiss him trying to make sure he’s paying attention. He could tell you didn’t like it as much when he wasn’t paying attention to every little thing you did. Secretly he was tho, analyzing the way your mouth falls open a more when he shifts his hips. How you’re looking at him silently asking for help to bounce faster cause your too proud to say it.

Finally he thrusts up hard into you without warning just as your pussy came down on his cock making sure he gets deeper. Your eyes cross slightly. “Connor..” you whimper out he ignores you again going still not even looking at you just like you did to him. You’re eyes finally widened as you realized what he was doing. Your voice got louder “Connor?” when he ignores you again you try to start bouncing again only for him to pull out.

Summertime is regarded as a ‘favorite season’ by many for various reasons; relaxing vacations, blooming greenery, more time to spend with friends, or the simple victory of knowing that Winter’s reign of terror was long over. You shared most of these sentiments, especially when it came to having a nice drink by the poolside, or sitting on the porch in the morning to watch the sun rise.  

There were downsides of course—the heat could be downright miserable at times, not to mention unwanted tans, and God forbid it be humid outside...But for you, there was still a bright side to it all. A sight like no other: Seeing your husband hard at work in the backyard.  

You fold your arms against your chest, cross your ankles and lean against the patio doorframe, withholding a dreamy sigh. 

He makes basic lawn care look so mesmerizing, it baffles you to no end. Every so often, he’d wake up just before the break of dawn, gather all the tools he needed, and head out back to begin a dutiful process of tidying up the yard. He typically started by tending to his garden, watering them, checking the soil, and picking any ripened fruits or vegetables that he could spot. This year he’d dedicated himself to growing kale, cucumbers and honeydew melons amongst a few other fruits, all of which were developing nicely from the looks of it. 

With that taken care of, he’d move on to mowing the lawn, the sound of which was always a rude interruption of your ‘sleeping in’. But at the very least, being awake meant you got to watch your husband. It became routine for you, jumping out of bed and trudging to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee while you stared out at your beloved through the window above the sink. If not for trying to be modest about the whole thing, you’d have a lawn chair set out and a pair of sunglasses thrown on in no time. Regardless, he never noticed you, or at least pretended not to, and only continued his task with his eyes focused on the lawn mower.  

The real show began when the sun finally started to peak. Lacking an awning or any cloud cover, the direct sunlight beaming down on your husband's back would quickly become unbearable. He’d eventually be urged to peel off his t-shirt, revealing a beautifully dark complexion, broad shoulders, and a sturdy stature that made you hold onto your mug a bit tighter. Sweat would begin to form, making his skin gleam as it trailed down the curve of his lower back and between the harsh line created by his brows. He’d use his discarded shirt as a makeshift rag as he squatted down to feed the chickens, or swept debris off the patio...you weren’t sure what excited you more: seeing him taking care of the things that matter to him, or seeing him grunt and put his muscles to good use.  

Either way, you were eternally grateful for the sacrifices he made to keep your home looking presentable. As such, it was only fair that you did something nice for him in return, even if it meant taking your eyes off of him for a few moments.  

You step back inside, retreating to the kitchen pantry where you pull out a large pitcher and a few other items to whip up a light breakfast. It only takes you ten minutes or so before you’ve sat out two plates arranged with toast, fried eggs, and small sausage links on the counter. You took the liberty of making some lemonade as well, figuring it might quench his thirst better than orange juice could. With one last satisfied glance over your contribution, you return to the patio door, resuming your nonchalant stance. You spot your husband now going around the edges of the fence with the weedwhacker, back facing you as the invasive stocks are kicked up into the air and tossed into the open grass.  

“Mo!” You shout, immediately realizing that it’s going to take a lot more than that to grab his attention with how loud his machine is. Cupping your hands around your mouth, you attempt another yell, this time with a bit more bass and vigor.  

Perhaps only catching onto the echo of your voice, your husband's head perks up, and he powers off the whacker, turning round as he sets it against the fence. Upon seeing you, his face breaks into a familiar smile, soft and loving, the kind that set your heart’s pace askew. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, making his way over to you in a few calm strides. You can practically feel the heat radiating off him as he stands before you, and you almost feel bad for not calling him in sooner.  

“Good morning, Mr. Avdol.” He says cheerily, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. The statement sets off alarms in your mind: there was no feeling as good as being reminded that you had taken on such a wonderful last name.  

You briefly close your eyes and grin, hardly concealing the adoration in your tone. “And to you as well...I see you’re hard at work, yet again.” You gesture towards the yard.  

Mohammed looks over his shoulder, pursing his lips at the progress he’d made so far. “Mhm. I’ve still got a lot of maintenance left to do, but it’s looking much better than before.”  

“Agreed. But uh...I made you some breakfast. Maybe take a break and have a bite, replenish yourself a bit?”  

When he glances down at you again, his expression looks a tad shocked. He sighs heavily, lips drooping into a weary, but grateful smile. “You shouldn’t have, my dear.”  

You raise a brow, “Don’t even. I’ve got to make myself useful around this place somehow. It’s the least I could do.”  

He chuckles, cupping your jaw lightly in his clammy palm. “You do plenty already, I assure you.” Mohammed tips your head up, allowing him to press his lips to yours. “..I appreciate it nonetheless. I won’t deny that my stomach was starting to get antsy.”  

“The consequences of hard labor. It’s a damn miracle you didn’t faint out there.”  

You take hold of his wrists, pulling him inside the house and closing the door behind you. He allows himself to be dragged in, humming in relief as he’s met with the chill of the AC. At your words, he laughs a little, heading to the sink to wash his hands. 

“Who do you take me for? I was made for this weather, habibi.”  

“Yeah, you say that every time.” You stand opposite of him, smirking whilst pouring him a glass of lemonade, the ice clicking quietly as you do so. “No harm in being at least a little bit more cautious though.”  

“Mm..if it would make you worry less, then I suppose I have no choice. I quite hate to see that crease between your brows.” He mutters, grabbing a few paper towels. 

“You mean to sound sweet, but I guarantee you’ll be right back in the scorching sun the minute I take my eyes off you.”  

Mohammed leans over the island, lips curved ever so slightly. “No comment.” He gazes down as you push his plate and drink towards him, face alight with interest. “Looks delicious. Shall we eat?”  

With a nod of confirmation, the two of you dig into your meals. Your husband, a typically polite eater, makes a poor attempt at pretending he isn’t near starving... The facade crumbles when he starts using both his fork and hand simultaneously to shove food into his mouth, and you watch with awe as he clears his plate in less than a few minutes as if it were a mere snack. 

He waits until he’s chewed and swallowed before he speaks, “Remind me, what’s on the calendar for today, my love?”  

You blink back into consciousness, setting your toast down to look back at the refrigerator. “Grocery shopping, phone conference with Mr. Joestar at five, and dinner with Jean-Pierre at eight. You also mentioned wanting to stop by your shop, something about a book you’d forgotten to bring-” 

In turning back to your husband, your words die off into silence. Now that his food was demolished, he’d moved on to his drink, and it is...definitely a sight to behold. Mohammed has his head titled back fully, large hand almost engulfing his glass as he holds it up to his lips. Built up condensation rolls down between his fingers as he chugs, and a few streams of escaping lemonade trail along the length of his neck to mix with the glistening sweat that had yet to dry up.  

You aren’t sure if it was just because of your previous ogling, but this felt so...strangely erotic. There’s an inexplicable heat piling at your nape and in your cheeks, like you’ve just come down with an awful fever the longer you watch him; His throat bobbing when he swallows, the relived sigh he huffs when he sets the glass back down, and the gradual droop of his eyelids as he relaxes.. 

He raises his brow once he notices that you’ve stopped talking, and a little pout forms on his lips when he sees you staring so intently. “..Are you alright?” And then with a small smile he adds, “Have I got something on my face?”  

You cover your mouth with your hand pensively. Glance back at the calendar. Then to him again.  

“Mohammed.”  

His expression visibly tenses at the call of his full name. “Yes, that’s me.”  

With the way your thoughts are bouncing all over the place, you where to start with what you want to say... Circumventing this, you take a few steps back, slowly rounding the counter until you stand next to him, hands clenched by your side. He looks down at you in silent confusion, waiting patiently for your next words.  

You raise your hand to his shoulder, letting your voice sink lower. “..Think you could hold off on finishing the yard for a few minutes?”  

He cocks his brow, twisting to face you fully. “I mean, I could, but it’s already a little past twelve. It’s only going to get hotter from here on out..It’d be ideal for me to finish up as quickly as possible.” 

“Well yeah, but..” You slip your hand from his shoulder to his chest, fighting to not bite your lip as you feel over his torso, fingers traveling down until they settle on the waistband of his burgundy shorts. You lift your eyes to him, seething with whatever seduction you can muster. “You can always finish it tomorrow, right..?”  

Your husband seems to catch on, his skin twitching at your touch. His gaze sharpens like he’s ready to accuse you of something, but you swear you see the corner of his mouth curl up. He remains quiet for a moment longer, narrowing his eyes in what you assume is contemplation.  

“..What did you in this time, hm? This early in the day, too?” Mohammed smiles playfully, leaning one hand on the counter while the other lightly scritches your jaw.  

You lean into the touch, but frown in mild embarrassment. “It’s not my fault you make everything look so...enticing.”  

He laughs boisterously, “You are a strange one...but as your spouse, I will refrain from making fun of you too much. After all..” He looks over his empty plate, quieting his voice. “..your little ‘good deed’ you set up has me feeling a certain way myself..”  

You snicker, shaking your head. “And you dare call me strange...getting turned on by a small favor is ridiculous.”  

“But I am turned on, nonetheless.”  

... 

The sudden seriousness in your husband's tone stuns your senses. He is a generally forward individual in all that he does, but hearing him speak with such impropriety was still jarring at times. You feel a little kick of adrenaline rush through you, and with Mohammed’s heated glare focused on your own, you wondered only why neither of you had made a move yet.  

“I know you’re probably tired and all but..I could help you with that...if you want.” You mumble, half-shrugging.  

“That is exactly what I want.” He smiles, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Right after I shower.”  

Immediately, your frown returns. “What? No.”  

“..No? What do you mean ‘no’?” He pouts right along with you.  

“The sweat is part of the appeal; you can’t just get rid of it.” 

“Oh..” Mohammed pulls a grimace at first, but it slowly softens into a smirk the longer he thinks about your proposition. “’This a new kink of yours, my love?”  

You settle for a quiet, “..Maybe.” Calling it ‘new’ was a bit of an understatement. It was more like you’d never made your stance known out of shame.  

Your husband hums and raises his thumb to your cheek, caressing the tinted skin as he speaks plainly. “Alright...I’ll indulge.” 

The small smile that follows lightens the strain in your chest, and you press your face fully into his palm. “You don’t have to-”  

He tuts, cutting you off as he moves his hands to your hips. “None of that, mister. You should know by now that I mean what I say, and I say what I mean. Now,”  

Mohammed’s expression holds both reverence and curiosity, that fiery gleam in his eyes reflecting a frightening burst of energy suddenly driving through him.  

“Let’s get to work, shall we?”  

The best you can give in response is a vigorous nod of your head.  

You ease Mohammed backwards with a hand to his chest until his knees have hit the edge of the bedframe, your lips pecking intermittently as he lowers to sit on the mattress. Subconsciously, you cringe at the idea of his outside clothes touching the blanket and sheets, but they needed to be cleaned anyways, so you let the thought pass.  

The bed creaks as he leans back on his hands, allowing you room to press your knee between his legs and slide your fingers beneath the fabric of his shorts. He shudders, grabbing at the sheets when you rake your nails along his outer thigh. Your free hand cups his face, steadying your balance so that you can press your lips more insistently upon his, kissing away lingering citrus and sugar crystals.  

Mohammed reaches out for you, eager to touch, laying his palm against your lower back, and lifting your pajama shirt just enough to where you can feel his signature warmth. You control the rhythm of the kiss, gently coaxing his mouth open until you can nudge your tongue inside to roll against his. He reciprocates your forwardness with a quiet chuckle, but you get just the tiniest groan out of him when you bite the edge of his bottom lip. You don’tlet up either, continuing to kiss him languidly until he’s breathing heavily and balling his fist into the hem of your shirt.  

You pull back, now kissing his jaw as you murmur, “You okay, baby?” knowing full well what you’re doing to him. With your knee still between his thighs, you can feel he’s pitched a sizeable tent, which only spurs you on.  

Mohammed turns his eyes away, a prominent red undertone painting his cheeks. “..You know I hate it when you tease, habibi.”  

“’Wasn’t on purpose, I swear.”  

He huffs, “You can’t expect me to believe that.”   

You smile, dipping down to his neck just to stare at the shimmering skin. It seems the closeness and stimulation have made him start to perspire again...You feel a tingle in your fingers, and you barely hesitate to glide your knuckles against his throat. Mohammed quivers, clenching his teeth and swallowing hard.  

“..Maybe not. But can't a guy have a bit of fun? I like watching your expressions.” You admit, gaze flicking back up to him.  

You feel him take in a deep, composed breath that comes out jagged. “No...not when I want you this bad.” 

 Your eyes widen, a tinge of both guilt and arousal striking your nerves. Again, he has this focused look on his face, brows lightly furled, soft lips straightened as he tugs on your shirt once more. He has no idea how impossibly sexy he is, and that almost frustrates you.  

“Mo..” You groan and drop your forehead to his shoulder, letting go of whatever act you had been putting on.  

He turns to kiss the shell of your ear, whispering, “Are you through being cruel to me..?” 

 You huff a laugh, leaning to the side until your body flops over onto the mattress beside him. “You’re being dramatic...but yes. I apologize.”  

“Good.”  

The moment you’re off of him, Mohammed begins to shuffle around, prompting you to do the same, both of you maneuvering until your husband is kneeling between your legs, his hands placed on either side of your head while yours stay wrapped around his neck. Sunlight peeking through the bedroom window casts a golden aura around his frame as he leans over you, breathing heavier the longer he stares.   

“..Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” You hum, curling your fingers around his long ponytail.  

A smirk. “Every day, my love.”  

“Well, what’s one more, mm?”  

You smile and pull yourself up, reveling in his gasps when you attach your lips to his neck. You begin licking careful stripes along his jugular where the heat radiates the most, and suck the salt from his skin. The taste is not entirely pleasant on its own, but knowing it’s from him is the aspect that really counts. Your hand lowers to his chest, where incoming peach fuzz is coated in a layer of sheen that transfers to your fingertips the further you drag them. Mohammed’s muscles flex and relax simultaneously, and you can tell he’s making a conscious effort not to make any humiliating sounds.  

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks.  

You nod against his neck just as your lips come off with a quiet ‘smack’, “Entirely too much. You?”  

He trembles ever so slightly. “..I am certainly enjoying your attention. But..”  

You draw back to look over his face as his words trail off. At first, you think you might’ve done something wrong, but that pout on his lips says otherwise. You nearly laugh, but hold it in for his sake.  

“But you want more..?”  

“I have been patient..” Is all he utters, lid’s drooping as if he’s asking for your sympathy. Not like he needed to.  

You grin and return to lying flat on your back, but keep your hands on him. "You're needy today.”  

He tilts his head, “Don’t make it sound as if you aren’t the exact same. You haven’t stopped clinging to me since we entered the room.”  

“...Touché.”  

With a final, victorious quirk of his brow, Mohammed leans down on his elbow to kiss you properly, one of his hands snaking around the small of your back and down into your pajama pants. You chuckle against his mouth when he playfully grabs at your ass, but the sound devolves into rasp when he begins a gives a little pinch. He removes his hand to place it on your side instead, bringing himself in closer until his crotch is pressed fully against you, hips beginning a faint grinding motion that has your stomach dropping. You angle your own hips upwards so that you can feel more of his bulge, heart setting to an increasingly passionate beat. 

“Feels good?” He inquires between kisses, yet somehow it feels more like a statement. Like he knows. 

Still, you nod weakly, turning your face away to curse under your breath. You feel strangely sensitive even with all this fabric still between the two of you, and you have half a mind to be embarrassed about it. Ever disapproving of such a notion, your husband gently grabs your chin, guiding you to look at him once more. His smile is soft and charming, but in your mind, it feels crass, especially considering the phrase that follows,  

“Words, please.”  

You huff routinely, eyelids flitting as you try to wrap your brain around a coherent sentence. “Yes..’ts good..so good, Mo..”  

Mohammed’s fingers twitch against your face, and his movements slow to a halt. He looks dazed, but the flare in his gaze seems to surge. Before you can even think to whine in complaint, your pajama pants are being done away with, tossed to bedroom floor to be forgotten for the next few minutes. You watch in shock as your husband strips you bare, clearly doing his best to be careful in his haste, but you can already see the apology forming in his brows when he leans over you again.  

“’Didn’t mean to startle you, I just-”  

You grin and shake your head, quick to reassure him. “It’s fine. I’m okay... Keep going.”  

He still gives you a once over for his own sake, but soon enough he’s reaching towards the nightstand, one hand pressed against your hip while the other digs around the drawer for some lubricant. He fumbles through squeezing it out on his fingers, but takes the time to admire you all the while. In truth, you’re both admiring each other...despite his skin being mostly dried of the sweat that had previously got you going, your husband is still an absolute beauty, a full fledge painting of desire... 

The feeling of him softly pushing your knees apart brings back your focus, and you willfully comply, shifting on your back to get in a more comfortable position. You get a complete sense of clarity when he lowers his hand past where you can no longer see, a testament to the amount of trust you’ve placed in him since the day you said, ‘I do.’ Mohammed appears to have the same mindset, as he doesn’t say a word when he begins to press his fingers to your rim, but rather closes his eyes and kisses over your forehead, cheeks, and lips.  

You try to reciprocate whatever he gives, but with the quiet moans now following your every breath, it’s growing difficult. His fingers continue a slow circling motion, applying a subtle pressure with each pass that has you biting the inside of your cheek. Even with your eyes half-lidded, you can see the tiniest smile spreading on your husband's face as he feels your muscles twitching and relaxing, opening up for him without a fight. It isn’t long before he’s able to wedge the tip of his middle finger inside, and even that already feels like too much. If there was one thing you loved about your husband, it was his heavy stature, which included his thick...appendages.  

Your hips slant upward as he slowly works his finger inside, pumping in increments until he’s able to get down to the knuckle. No matter how many times you’ve done this with him, it’s like he gets more attuned to your body every time. With just one finger, he reaches the spots that make you clench and whine, intensifying the pleasure by sucking hickeys just below your collar bone, and dragging his hot tongue along your Adams apple. When he adds the second finger, you swear you’ve lost your breath, gasping over the sound of your own squelching as he stretches your hole. You’ve deduced that he takes some kind of secretive pleasure in feeling you try to desperately grind against his fingers and hearing your broken calls of his name considering his current heavy breathing against your neck, but you know he’d never admit it out loud.  

“Fuck, Mo..” You whimper, pressing your head back into the pillows.  

He murmurs an acknowledgement. “I know...just a while longer.”  

“’Don’t think I can wait..-” Your voice cracks and breaks off into a cry when he unexpectedly curls his fingers, back arching off the mattress.  

He merely kisses your cheek, speaking lowly, “Try, for me?...I like seeing your expressions.” 

You want to feel angry at him using your own logic against you, but all you can do is close your eyes and moan to the ceiling, precum dripping helplessly onto your stomach. Mohammed continues to take his sweet time, spreading and scissoring his fingers in practiced motions despite you being more than prepped at this point.  

“Are you some sort of sadist?” You grit out.  

“Of course not.” He laughs breathily, “You think you’re the only one having a hard time here?”  

“Well, that’s your own fault. No one is holding you back.”  

“Sure..but patience is a virtue, you know.” He says it with a hint of malice, and you’re certain he’s messing with you again.  

“My god, you cannot be serious..”  

He smiles insidiously, bringing his fingers to a complete stop and pulling them out slowly. Your muscles clench and seize around nothing, and involuntary whine escaping you at the loss of contact. He tilts his head at the sound, 

“Seems you don’t quite want me to leave yet.”  

Your chest heaves as you mourn the loss of fullness, and the delirium of lust almost has you nodding and agreeing with him. Your mouth hangs open as you search for a proper comeback,  manifesting senseless groans and whimpers that only prove his point.  

Mohammed looks down at you sympathetically, grazing his knuckles against your side and speaking calmly. “Do not worry. I know exactly what you need..” 

The stress of indecision melts away as you watch your husband sit back on his heels and hook his thumb into the band of his shorts and boxers, tugging them down his hips until the fabric bunches at his knees. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, curving eagerly upwards in your direction. You watch in idle hunger as Mohammed caps the tip with a thin condom, sliding it down the rest of his length with ease. He keeps a steely expression as he gives himself a few light strokes, but you catch a glimpse of a smirk before he whispers,  

“You’re staring.”  

You want to say you’re ashamed, but... “When am I not?”  

He scoots closer, setting your calves on either side of his hips. “Some might find it rude...” 

You hold in a chuckle, “Yeah? Well, do you?”  

Mohammed trails his fingers against the tops of your thighs, smiling tenderly. “No. I wouldn’t want your eyes anywhere else.”  

How infuriating. Even in a situation like this, he finds time to be adorable...You sigh deeply and reach up to touch his face, tracing the bridge of his nose and jaw. 

“..I love you.”  

His eyes flutter like the phrase could've struck him dead, a wider smile on his lips. “I love you too.”  

You drop your hand back to the bed, flooded with anticipation as he positions himself at your entrance, gaze on you all the while. He waits for your breathing to even out before finally starting to press inside, rewarding you with an even more intense stretch than before. Your body is invaded with a delicious heat as you take every inch, akin to the beat of the summer sun on your skin. Even with your eyes now closed, you can feel Mohammed watching your face, studying it for signs of pain or discomfort...but they never come, not when he’s halfway in, and not when his hips make contact with your ass.  

He rests the side of his cheek against yours, uttering a soft, “Good.” such a simple word, yet it makes your heart pound every time.  

He gives you a moment to adjust, lips finding their way to yours again while he whispers more appraisals, letting them linger between the two of you until he feels they’re far enough ingrained into your mind. With him this close, you can smell the musk of high noon not yet gone from his skin, which is practically a sedative of its own kind.  

When he feels you're ready, he starts cautiously pulling his hips back, before sinking himself inside again, letting out quiet moans into your ear with each thrust. The sensation is dizzying, thick veins pressing against your walls, and just the general girth pumping you full.. 

Mohammed fucks you deep and slow, making sure you can feel every drag, and that he can feel every tweak of you constricting, as if subconsciously trying to trap him inside. Your arms wrap around sun kissed shoulders, back arching as your moans are absorbed into his mouth, craving nothing more than to be completely full of him for the rest of your godforsaken life. You shift your hips to a slightly higher angle, gasping aloud as his cock now nudges divinely against your G-Spot.  

“Fuck- right there-”  

“I’ve got you.” Your husband's voice is similarly shaky, his face dropping to your shoulder. “Want it faster?”  

You shake your head vigorously, clinging to him tighter. “No- just like this, don’t change a thing.”  

Mohammed responds with an uncharacteristic moan, proceeding with long, steady strokes that begin to push your body up against the headboard. It’s like your insides are being massaged in all the right ways, an itch scratched that you can never reach.  

“Shit I’m-” 

You know you’re done for when you can feel your hands starting to tremble. As much as you would’ve like to last longer, trying to hold back is entirely too taxing. You shut your eyes tight, hanging on to every spark of pleasure that he delivers until it builds into a full-on blaze in your gut, the feeling consuming you wholly. Your legs quake and try to squeeze around his torso as you reach your climax, cum sputtering onto your stomach as your voice cracks beneath the pressure of a jumble of curses and groans.  

With a hand to your hip, Mohammed quickens his pace just slightly, using shallower thrusts before orgasm seems to claim him too, his moans barred behind clenched teeth. One day, you’d get him to break that habit, you swear.  

You keep your hands pressed to his shoulder blades, and he continues to goad quiet sounds out of you until he brings himself to a complete stop, panting against your collar bone. You both remain like that for a while, just breathing and taking in the buzz of relief. Eventually though, he slowly pulls out and lies his head on your chest without a word, the rest of his body essentially smothering you like a warm weighted blanket. You smile blearily, rubbing his back and enjoying the feeling of your hearts beating against each other, gradually returning to a natural rhythm.  

“..I think I’ve over exhausted myself.” He mutters. “You’ve got me sweating again..” 

You lazily trace around the knots of his hair with your forefinger, laughing under your breath. “Mm..I’m sorry.” 

“No need. It was worth every ounce of energy.” He turns his head just enough so that he can kiss your skin. “’Love the way you make me feel..”  

The statement is like pure bliss. “..Me too.” Biting down on a boyish grin, you close your eyes, thanking whatever god for sending you such a perfect man. “Couldn’t have asked for a better start to my day..” 

“I’m glad to hear..” Mohammed is cut off by his own fit of yawns. “..that.”  

He's quieter as the seconds pass, and it’s obvious that it won’t be long before he drifts off to sleep entirely. As much as you want him to stay awake, you’re technically at fault for tiring him out.  

You gently pat his back, speaking softly, “Taking a nap, baby?”  

Theres a short delay before he hums in affirmation.  

“Okay...could you move a bit so I can go shower? Promise I’ll come back.”  

You wait..and wait...and wait, for a response... 

 But all that you get is the sound of him snoring. 

You suppose it’s just another well-deserved taste of your own medicine. So rather than trying to wake him up, (which would be impossible anyways), you kiss the top of his head and wrap your arms around him, trying to get as comfortable as you can.  

a/n: As much as I write about summer, it is my least favorite season. It's only good for its aesthetic and I stand by that. (Also first time writing bottom reader..can you tell...)

"I'll see you soon, babe, I'm so excited!"

Josuke made kissy noises over the phone to his girlfriend then hung up; since turning eighteen, Josuke's mum, Tomoko, had finally let him have sleepovers with his girlfriend and he was ecstatic. It was now 12 pm, Josuke had his bag packed with his pyjamas, toothbrush, and other hygiene products and started his fifteen minute walk to her house.

After the hot fifteen minute walk, Josuke had finally arrived at his girlfriends house, he had a bubbly nervous feeling in his chest as he rung the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal his smiling girlfriend, "Josu! You're finally here! Hi hi!" F/N grinned and gave him a smooch on his cheeks, which made the taller man blush.

"H-Hey F/N," Josuke greeted, he smiled at her and took his shoes off, F/N held his hand and led him to her room. Josuke had been to F/N's room many times now, decorated with posters of her favourite artists and scattered with dirty clothes in front of her mirror.

"Don't mind the messiness," F/N chuckled awkwardly.

The shorter girl sat on her bed and looked at Josuke, "Now, Josu, we can either hang in the house for a couple of minutes before we go out or we can go now," F/N offered. The couple were set to go out on a picnic, but of course the date they chose was a hot one.

Josuke hummed, "We can go now I suppose, it's alright, babe, I'll keep you cool," Josuke answered with a smirk. F/N rolled her eyes and got up, flashing him a grin as she grabbed the picnic basket from her desk.

The couple spent most of their day outside in the warm weather, Josuke's mind for some of it was in the gutter, thinking about how desperate he was to finally have her to himself in bed together. It was now night, Josuke and F/N had came home for dinner, Josuke chatting up her parents with his charm.

F/N and Josuke were now in F/N's bedroom, Josuke quite enjoying F/N's queen-sized bed as they watched T.V.

"You're so lucky getting your own T.V., F/N," Josuke whined, pulling F/N closer to him while his arm was over her shoulders.

"Well, you should come over all the time to watch T.V. with me then," F/N giggled.

Josuke sighed and nodded, he looked over at the clock on her wall and saw that it was twelve am. "It's getting a bit late, let's just talkkkk," Josuke begged, turning over to look at F/N, the girl hummed and nodded, turning off the T.V. which left the two of them in complete darkness.

The two now shuffled under the sheets properly to lay their heads on the pillows, F/N looked at Josuke through the moonlight and smiled, she moved her hand to his face and rubbed it slowly, "You have a good day, baby?" F/N asked, shuffling closer into his arms now as Josuke held her close to him.

"Mmm, the best day ever," Josuke whispered, he smiled and kissed her nose, F/N giggled and kissed his cheek. They continued their kiss attacks until Josuke decided to be bold. He moved very quietly and moved on top of F/N, his hair falling down to cover their faces. "Y'know F/N," Josuke started, kissing her neck softly, "I've just had this aching in my chest all day - I just wanted you so much today." His kisses led down to her chest, in between her tits.

"O-Oh!" F/N's face flushed red, "I've felt the same for a bit too, it's a bit embarrassing."

Josuke laughed ground his cock slightly into her core, "I have as well," Josuke nuzzled her neck and looked into her eyes, "if you um.. if you want to do this we can," Josuke offered, rubbing her face, "but- but if you don't wanna that's ok - I can wait."

F/N thought about it for a moment and nodded, "We- We can." Josuke felt his cock twitch at F/N's willingness and grinned, he moved his hands to hold F/N's face. He moved his face down and finally closed the space between them as he kissed F/N.

The two were at his for a while, the kiss getting more and more intense and heated as F/N's hands explored Josuke's body, finally resting on his hips. F/N whined out quite a bit while the two made out, her face red and sweaty, saliva dripping down their mouths while Josuke's tongue violated her mouth, grinding his rock-hard cock onto her clothed pussy.

Josuke moved a hand down to her tits, groping one of them as his other hand stayed holding her face. After another minute, Josuke moved away from the kiss a string of saliva connected their mouths as Josuke looked into F/N's eyes, "God, I'll never get used to the taste of your mouth," He whispered, he dived back down and kissed her again, running his hands into her hair.

F/N moaned again in the kiss, her grip getting tighter on his hips as she thrusted her hips up to touch his cock with her pussy. Josuke enjoyed it and started to grind down as well, his eyes squeezed so tight now.

"FuuUuck-" Josuke moved away from the kiss and moaned, quite embarrassingly loud. "S-sorry," Josuke chuckled, "you just feel and taste so good."

F/N laughed a little and moved her hands through his hair, "Just stay quiet, Josu." Josuke nodded at F/N's request and looked down at her top, he could feel himself salivating a little, his eyes locked onto the sight of her tits peaking out from her camisole top.

"You're so fucking hot, F/N, it hurts my dick," Josuke confessed, he moved his hands under her top, pulling off her top to reveal her exposed tits. "Can I...." Josuke pointed to her tits, "with my um, mouth?" Josuke asked, his face red at his request. F/N giggled and nodded, moving a hand to the top of his head.

"C'mon, baby."

Josuke nodded quickly with a red face, he moved his head down to her tits, giving her right one a little lick before latching his mouth onto it. Almost at an instant, F/N let out a short and quiet moan at the stimulating feeling. Josuke felt like he was in heaven as he kept his mouth latched onto her nipple. He kept this up for a few minutes before switching to the other one.

F/N felt like she was in heaven, as she felt Josuke suck on her tits so desperately - it was just too much stimulation. "Nngh- No- No more Josu, please!" F/N cried out, tears threatening to pour out her eyes. Josuke instantly let go and blushed hard, sitting up straight.

"I- I'm very sorry, F/N!" Josuke stuttered, playing his his fingers nervously. F/N chuckled and gave a small peck on Josuke's arm.

"You're okay, Josu," F/N assured, rubbing his arm, "now, I think you should take your top off too - it's only fair."

Josuke complied with her request and took his shirt off, F/N's eyes widened as she stared at his chiseled chest. "Wow," was all F/N could manage to say. Josuke started to feel embarrassed but mumbled a thank you as F/N's hands went up and down his chest, her eyes basically glued to his abs, "Wow you're- you're so fucking hot."

The boy blushed again and mumbled another thank you.

F/N gave him a wink as she rubbed his arms, "Sit up, baby, let me help you," F/N offered.

"Help me- Oh- OH!" Josuke flushed and nodded desperately, he didn't seme to care if he was acting like a horn dog, he desperately wanted to feel her mouth on his cock. F/N laughed at his eagerness and laid on her side comfortably she noticed how big his bulge looked from underneath his pyjama pants and gulped nervously.

Josuke bit his lip at the sight, feeling excited as her hands pulled down both his pants and boxers. The man sucks in a sharp breath at F/N's surprised reaction to his cock, "This is definitely big, fuck..." F/N sighed out, she moved her hand to his cock. Josuke let out a whimper at the feeling - he had jerked off many times in the past to this exact image.

F/N gave Josuke a small grin before she drooled slowly onto his cock, using it to lubricate it as she started to slowly move her hand up and down. Josuke immediately slapped a hand over his mouth and let out a moan, tears welling in his eyes as she slowly started to jerk him off.

"This feel good?" F/N asked in a whispered, her hands gripping his cock a bit tighter, Josuke nodded his head repeatedly, his eyes locked onto her hand gripping onto his cock. He moaned into his hand a bit louder now as F/N moved her mouth down, sucking on the tip softly.

The boy could feel himself about to cum so he moved his hand away from his mouth to grip the sheets. "Fuckkk, oh God- it just feels so so good, F/N, I feel like I'm gonna cum," Josuke whined out, his breath became ragged as F/N started to properly suck his cock.

He whined out a bit louder now, hips thrusting upwards as F/N continued to suck him off. Josuke moved his hands to the top of her head to try and get her to go deeper, "Shit shit- oh God- F/N I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum!" Josuke panted out, he let out one last moan into his hand as he cum down F/N's throat.

F/N let out a cough as she struggled to swallow down his cum, "Ooh yuck!" F/N coughed out, she had a soured facial expression as she took a swig of the water bottle next to her. Josuke's face looked embarrassed at F/N's reaction to the taste of his cum, "Sorry Josu," F/N mumbled as she got the taste out, "I didn't expect it to be bitter."

"It's fine, babe," Josuke replied, smiling and rubbing her cheek, "you looked very cute."

F/N giggled and hugged him, "Now, it's your turn to lay down again," Josuke gave her a grin and pushed her to her back, moving his hands to her pants, F/N nodded and looked down as he pulled her pants and panties down. Josuke felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy, wet and shiny.

"Shit babe," Josuke sighed out, moving a hand down to her pussy, "I'm really gonna wreck your pussy," Josuke whined out. He started to tease her pussy by running his fingers slowly up and down, occasionally dipping in a little bit, "God you're fucking soaking, babe." Josuke placed a kiss on her knee and finally pushed his fingers slowly into her pussy.

F/N covered her mouth with her hand and whined, Josuke's eyes widened at the gummy feeling of her soaked pussy. He started to feel more confident now, he moved one hand to hold her leg open and used the other to start fingering her. F/N started to cry out 'more more more' over and over, he hands gripping Josuke's wrist as she tries to push his fingers deeper inside of her. "Seeing you so fucking horny is turning me on so much shit," Josuke cries out, he moves his finger to her clit with his other hand and started to rub it slowly.

The girl cried out and tears had started to roll down her face, grinding her pussy into Josuke's fingers. All of a sudden, Josuke moved his fingers away from her cunt and grinned, "Noooo, Josu why!" F/N cried out, disappointed that he didn't let her cum.

"Shh be patient, baby," Josuke kissed her knee and propped her legs up, "I really want to fuck you," Josuke sounded desperate as he jerked off his cock a little, "can I? Can I do it now please?" Josuke asked again. F/N giggled and nodded, spreading her legs out for him.

"Please just make me cum..." F/N mumbled.

Josuke nodded and grinned, he shuffled his way a bit closer and gripped his cock, "Thank you for this, F/N, I love you," Josuke gave F/N a goofy grin before finally inserting his cock inside of her. The couple let out a soft whine at the feeling of Josuke just putting his tip in. After a few seconds Josuke pushed all the way in, bottoming inside of her.

"Ow ow OW!" F/N cried, her hands flew to Josuke's back instantly and gripping his shoulders with her nails, "It really hurts, Josu - like so so much!" F/N complained.

"Oh fuck sorry!" Josuke apologised, "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked, rubbing her cheeeks.

F/N shook her head, "Just... Just wait a second, just let me get used to it." Josuke nodded and kissed her lips.

"My precious girl... I love you."

Josuke kissed her cheek again and held her face, F/N smiled and kissed him back, she whispered an 'I'm ready' which made Josuke excited. He started to thrust slowly inside of her, which made the two moan out. Josuke felt so good as his cock slid against her walls.

He whispered 'I love you's and sweet nothings to her ear, holding his girlfriend close to him as he started to properly fuck her now. Josuke moved his mouth to F/N's own and started to sloppy make out with her now, grunting softly into her mouth as he continued to fuck her.

The couple were like this for another three minutes until F/N wrapped her legs around Josuke's waist, she moved away from the kiss and looked up at him, "T-Think I'm gonna cum.... Pphfhh..." F/N cried out and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.

"C-Cum for me, F/N, please," Josuke begged, he started to kiss her jaw now and groaned out, nipping at it as he felt F/N's pussy squeeze his cock. The pair moved to kiss again, Josuke's hand in her hair as he felt her cum, their juices combining as Josuke pulled out at the last second.

Minutes later the couple pulled apart, F/N panting as she felt herself growing sleepier, "Did I do good, F/N?" Josuke asked nervously, rubbing her face as he got up to put his boxers on, F/N moaned a yes as Josuke went out of the room to grab a wet flannel for them. Once he came back he cleaned up F/N's thighs and ass, kissing her shoulder as he wiped off any sweat off of her.

"You're so good, babe, I love you and thank you."

Jonathan Joestar

- his back is flat against the headboard of the bed, both your thighs were on either side of his muscular ones as your hand was on his chest for balance.

- buddy is in pure bliss right now, he can barely keep his eyes open. you're unlike any other.

- "jojo... you're so big.." you huffed, bouncing on his cock. you yourself felt like you were losing your mind. "filling me up.. s-so good..!"'

- "p-please..." jonathan gasped, his larger hand finding it was to keep your hips steady.

- "a-are you close?" you looked down at him, watching as he nodded his head in response. "mmm.. you're mommy's good boy, aren't you?"

- jonathan's eyes are wide open as he looks at you like you got five heads. "w-what..?" he almost believed that he misheard you.

- but he came without voicing his question, his head rolling back as he filled you up to the brim.

- "what did you say, my dear?" he asked you once he was able to catch his breath.

- "oh..." you got embarassed when he asked you about it as you slowly sat up. "that you're... mommy's good boy?"

- jonathan blushed at the comment and he averted his gaze. you were truly something special.

- he never realized how much he'd be into it and wouldn't mind calling you mommy afterwards, even if it makes his stomach do backflips.

Joseph Joestar

- he bounced you on his cock, enthralled at your pussy clenching on to him and coating his length with your juices.

- you've been going at it for a while now, this had to have been the third round and you were minutes away from passing out.

- your brain was completely turned off and all you could think about was how good he was making you feel.

- "don't stop now, baby. i'm gettin' close.." joseph cooed.

- "hah.. i don't think i can." you panted, slamming yourself down on him. your thighs were burning, it took so much leg worth to keep up with his stamina.

- but you didn't want to give up. you wanted to ruin your boyfriend just as much.

- "yes... yes..!" joseph chanted, his hips jackhammering to match your pace.

- "give it to me, jojo." you sighed. "be mommy's good boy and cum!"

- "...fuuuuck..!" joseph's voice cracked as he bottoms out, not even registering what you said to him until he catches his breath.

- "mommy..?" joseph laughed, giving your arm a nudge. "are you seriously into that? ouuh, what a dirty girl you are!"

- "i uh..." you swallowed thickly. "it was a 'in the moment' thing." you explained awkwardly.

- "say no more." he held a hand up to stop you. "i think this good boy deserves another round, yeah?"

Jotaro Kujo

- he lost himself the minute he bend you over and slid inside of your wet pussy.

- this side of him where he's gentle with you, even when you like it rough he puts your needs first.

- "just like that, jojo..." you whimper quietly, both hands flat against the desk as he quickens his pace.

- you can feel all of him, how raw it felt that he pounds you against his work desk as you chant his name. and he was close too.

- the way his nostrils flared slightly and veins on his arms. its almost like he was trying to hold himself back. you couldn't allow that to happen.

- "are you close too..?" you looked over your shoulder.

- he responded with a low grunt, his large hands still holding on to your hips.

- "be a good boy and let it out jotaro, give it to me." you moaned, gripping on to the desk. "you're mommy's good boy.."

- he sucked some air through his teeth, his thrusts getting faster and harsher. who wouldve thought he'd be into something like that?

- as you laid down together, your head resting on his chest as he smoked a cigarette, he thought back to your words.

- "you're something all right..." he mumbled, his cheeks flushed before putting his cigarette out.

Josuke Higashikata

- damn near drooling with the way you were riding him like no tomorrow.

- he had a firm grip on your hips, the lewd noises of your pussy gripping on to his shaft as your slick juices coated him.

- his eyes were blissfully closed, his back pressed against the headboard of his bed as you quickened your paced. he whimpered.

- "s-shit, babe.. keep going like that..." he whined, letting you take full control as your hips rocked against his. you can feel how desperate he is for you, the way he kept thrusting up into you.

- "im close, josuke...." you huffed, holding on to his shoulders as he stared at his blissed face.

- "m-me too.." he whimpered, quickening his pace.

- ".. oh fuck." you gasped. "fill mommy up, josuke. be a good boy and make me yours."

- josuke let out a choked moan, releasing himself inside of you as he held you tightly against his chest. holy crap, that was hot.

- then he realized what you said.

- "i think you woke something up within me." he broke the silence. "can we... go again?"

- yeah, he's into it. i mean he didnt think he'd be but he definitely is.

Giorno Giovanna

- both of you were so close, his hands gently holding on to your as you bounced on him like there's no tomorrow.

- "i-im gonna cum..!" your body shook and you can hear him coo at you.

- "that's right, let it all out.." he sighed, his eyes closing as he concentrated on his own release.

- your thighs were burning, you were sweating but you loved having this view of giorno looking so pleased with himself.

- "come for me, gio." you panted, seeing how his eyebrows were knitting together. "be a good boy and fill mommy up."

- he slowed his pace down, dragging each thrust as he edges himself. his bit his bottom lip, staring at your dazed expression.

- "one more time..." he sighed, his green eyes lidded.

- "fill mommy's pussy..." you stuttered between thrusts, your walls squeezing around him. "like a good boy.."

- giorno's shoulders slumped as he emptied himself inside of you with low moan.

- after the two of you had finished cleaning up, he brought it up again as your naked bodies cuddled lovingly under the covers.

- "did i satisfy you, mommy?" he teased and you groaned in response, covering your face.

- he thinks it's hot when you authorize yourself and now he will use this nickname to remind you of this night.

Jolyne Cujoh

- tonight was your turn wearing the strap and you had jolyne bouncing up and down on it while you latch yourself on to her chest.

- she always loved it when you took control like this, its like you know her body so well and able to fuck her the way that she likes.

- "i-im gonna cum again...!" jolyne gasped, her arms wrapped around your shoulders as you guided her hips.

- you could feel her pussy dripping down on the strap, some dropping onto to your own bare thighs as you shook with excitement.

- "do it." you sighed. "be a good girl for mommy, jolyne."

- she let out a choked moan, her eyes bursting open as she stared at you in a state of shock. but she couldn't fully process what you said to her as she came all over the toy.

- "no way.." she let out a quiet laugh once she came down from her high. "mommy? really?"

- "dont...." you held a hand up.

- "that was hot..." jolyne hummed, wrapping her arm around you. "next time.. try calling me mommy."

Johnny Joestar

- you didn't realize how wet you truly get hearing your boyfriend whimper and beg for you.

- especially since you were milking his cock dry, using your own fingers to stimulate your clit while johnny laid there taking it.

- "gettin' close, baby?" you asked him, his blonde hair was a mess and his blue eyes were staring back at you, lidded and dazed.

- "uhuh... fuck.." he cursed. he felt pathetic how quickly you were able to get him to submit to easily.

- he just really likes it when you use him for your own pleasure, you knew exactly what you wanted and he was here to provide it for you.

- "yeah? you gonna fill me up?" your tone was teasing, you leaned in to whisper into his ear and you heard him let out another whine.

- "mhm.. anything for you.." johnny mumbled, unable to keep his eyes open.

- "anything...?" you smirked, your pussy squeezing around him as he gasps.

- "y-yes, mommy..!" he blurted, slapping a hand over his mouth and you couldn't help but laugh.

- "shit..." you moaned. "mommy's good boy is gonna make her cum."

- and he loses it, emptying himself inside of you as you held on to him.

- you both lay in silence, naked bodies pressed together and he avoids your eyes. "what the hell was that?" he blurted.

- "you tell me, you said it first and it kinda.. provoked me." you smirked.

- god he doesnt want to admit it but he loves it so much.

Gappy Higashikata

- he's drooling, his eyes were closed shut and his body shook slightly with every thrust.

- "josuke..." you cooed his name, your own glossy eyes staring back down at his blissed out expression.

- "m-more... more.." he begged, gripping the sheets underneath you both.

- "so big..." you praised and he groaned in response. "im gonna cum.."

- "fuck.." he whispered, his eyes barely able to keep open as he fucked into you.

- "mommy's gonna cum all over your cock.." you chuckled. ".. 'cuz you've been such a good boy, josuke.."

- he made you slam down on his length, filling you up with a choke of your name. he seemed to really liked it with how fast it made him melt.

- "i've been really good for you..." he mumbled when you fell forward and laid right beside him. "one more time... please mommy."

- he doesn't question it, he's way too horny to think about it right now lol.

Jodio Joestar

- another night where you both couldn't sleep and he had the bright idea for you to just ride him until you're both tired.

- only problem is that you were enjoying yourselves way too much, even after several rounds.

- you felt like you were going dumb on his dick and he just lets you take control, one hand at your hips as the other rested behind his head.

- "mmm..! im so close..!" you whined at him.

- "..shit.." jodio lolled his head back as you took full control. "mmm.. keep going.."

- "good boy, jodio.." you squeezes yourself around him length. "mommy's good.. boy.." you panted between bounces and jodio felt his breath hitch.

- "o-oh fuck..." he lolled his head back, using one arm to cover his eyes. "d-dont say that..." he warned.

- "come for me..." you tried pulling his arms away. "do it for mommy.."

- and he loses it, spilling himself inside of you as he laid there fucked out with his chest rising and falling.

- "i never came so hard in my life..." he stared up at the ceiling and you couldn't help but laugh.

Jonathan Joestar

- really bad at it in general, he sends unfinished sentences and random letters because he's just so in shock. and his photos are always blurry.

- he could be at his football practice and he gets really giddy seeing your notification. only to nearly drop his phone at the image of you in front of your mirror.

- he had to make sure nobody was around when you sent him this, before immediately sending a spam of messages. 'my love??' he panics in text. 'im in public' but its so exciting at the same time.

- and you tease him about it some more, asking if he didn't appreciate the little gift. but he does.

- 'i'm coming over later' he sends.

- he also doesn't mind doing it over the phone either, would actually prefer it that way.

- he gets to hear how needy you are, his lips pressed into a thin line as your breath becomes shaky and you whisper his name. he stares ahead of him with a dazed glare.

- he can't contain himself anymore, he needs you.

Joseph Joestar

- oh he loves it. he is the sexter. the sexter (?) the sexting-ter (?) whatever.

- gym photos where you can see his dick print, photos of him in bed completely naked, videos of him pleasuring himself. he'll send you everything.

- and it doesn't matter the time either. you'll wake up to a "special surprise" by yours truly or it'll be close to midnight and he decides to send you a text out of nowhere.

- he's very cocky over messages. his language is so filthy. 'it's nice and hard, all because i'm thinking about you. how badly i need those lips wrapped around the tip, just like how you always do <3'

- and if you think thats bad, just wait until you bring up talking over the phone.

- he sounds even more cocky and he'll be laying down, subtly touching himself and keeps quiet as you talk to him.

- you'll have to pull your pillow close to your chest when he says to you, "hm? what am i wearing? nothing, honey. what are you gonna do about it?"

Jotaro Kujo

- the dryest texter ever but you'll still find a way to make it work.

- honestly it already takes him a bit to respond back to you but he locks in once he's free and man, he teases you for it.

- he'll see your message and responds with, 'are you serious? you're a damn pervert.' while also actively saving your pictures and videos.

- he doesn't send anything back, even if you begged him for it. the most you'll see is a blurry picture of him shirtless standing in front of the mirror. its kinda awkward but he's still hot.

- honestly would also prefer phone sex rather than sexting, he gets bored of it quickly. he has a lot of patience but not when you're almost blue balling him.

- he'll be walking to your dorm with you on the phone as you let out a shaky breath. "stay there, im coming over.'"

- and once he hangs up, he's already at your door.

Josuke Higashikata

- he's so embarrassed about it, he was sitting in lecture looking super bored until he felt his phone vibrate.

- he beamed happily at your notification, only to be met with a nude picture of you. he slammed his phone down on his desk so hard, he got stares from other people.

- will text you back frantically. 'babe im in class rn!!!!' with a blush on his face. 'you're so meannn ;(('

- he'll be shy about it but he'll send stuff back. he really likes his after shower photos and a selfie of him only wearing his boxers and you can see the print at the corner of the screen.

- god and those phone calls are even worse. never in his life did he ever feel like such a big pervert when you tell him what color underwear you have, how you're touching yourself, etc.

- and all he does is lay there and just listen, palming himself as your breathing gets heavier.

- he's way too cute. "..shit.. hm, what else are you doing babe? thinking about me.. being there with you? what would you want me to do?"

Giorno Giovanna

- yeah he loves it so much. will have a dedicated album (its secret and you can only unlock it with a passcode) of all your saved nudes and videos.

- especially when he's on RA duty, finished all his work and now he's just bored. and he lets you know too and you decided to entertain him.

- his favorite from yours is when you're looking at the camera, the phone barely covering your face but he can see your whole body. he loves the artistic approach rather than just horny, brain dumps.

- his messages are always long too, he yearns to feel you on him right now. 'i miss you, beautiful. i miss those cute noises when i pull away from a kiss. or those same eyes looking back at me when i'm inside..'

- he's on the phone with you, smiling like an idiot and ignoring the residents who come and go as he traces patterns on his desk.

- and once his turn at the reception desk is over, he stands up. 'yeah i'm done? want me to come over now? and show me everything you've been doing while you were keeping me distracted.'

- you'll send one last picture of yourself, saying that you're ready and he'll damn near sprint out.

Jolyne Cujoh

- she's a huge tease and she knows this as much as the next person. she likes leading you on and leaving you hanging.

- especially after she sends you a picture of herself, spread eagle with no context.

- hell, she'll even leave you on read until you start spamming her with more messages and she's just laughing at herself.

- but man, if you gave her the same treatment she will be a hot mess.

- she'll save your photos and reread your messages, feeling a shiver down her spine. 'quit being a tease and come over a fuck me!' she's very bold. 'my roommates not here anyways, lets practice those positions you were telling me about ;(('

- over the phone, she's even worse. she's already fingering herself like crazy when you go into detail of how you want her.

- she'll throw her head back when you moan, edging herself close to her own release. "oh yeah? do you hear how wet i am for you? it's so boring doing this all by myself." she pants. "fuck.. come and help me.."

Johnny Joestar

- he texts really dirty. he loves it so much, he can have no filter over his words since it's only you just reading them.

- and if he's out in public, he'll lower the brightness on his screen and tease you about it. 'wtf?' he starts. 'you're doing this on purpose, i hate you...' but you see the little heart reaction he puts with every attachment you send.

- cannot for the life of him hide the blush on his face when you send a video of you spreading your folds for him. he'll have to bite back a moan. 'already? and i didn't even do anything. don't tell me reading a bunch of words gets you this excited.'

- what a hypocrite, reading your messages gets him hard so what now?

- he really likes late phone night calls, he's too lazy to move out of his bed but you called him saying you that missed you him and want him with you. "oh yeah? proof it.."

- he's fisting his length to match your moans, the phone barely pressed to his ear as he fantasized having you there with him.

- if you bring it up, he'll playfully deny it. but you can't forget him talking you through it. "go faster for me.. not so fun anymore now, huh?"

Gappy Higashikata

- he's nose deep into his phone at the first message you sent. a simple "im horny" with a cheeky selfie of you looking shirtless under your bed.

- he's like addicted, waiting for your next message. but he's bad at the dirty talk himself, he just likes being involved. 'take the shirt off.' he'll send and now its just you in your underwear. 'yeah take that off too.'

- gets distracted for his own good. he'll walk into walls, nearly trip over his feet because he's constantly texting and looking at the photos and videos you send.

- he tries to send some back but he's just awkwardly standing there with his arm at his side. and his dick is out. its the thought that counts?

- but phone calls? he loves phone calls with you when you're panting and needy.

- he's quiet, much rather prefers you doing most of the talking while he lays in his dorm room, a major hard on but he does nothing to take care of himself. not yet.

- it's not until you finish your little session and you roll over on your side, phone still pressed to your ear and you hear him. "can i come over tomorrow?"

Jodio Joestar

- the type to sound so cocky over text, he'll go into detail on what he wants to do with you and whatnot.

- only for when you see him in person, he almost chickens out and forgets that he even sent that in the first place.

- he loves and saves all your pictures, but he doesn't send anything back. you'll only get the nastiest text message from him. ones where you couldn't even imagine it coming out of his mouth.

- he'll be cooped up in his dorm room, taking a break from doing anything but his class project and say, 'i bet you miss the way i flick my tongue on it, huh? i'll make the whole campus remember who you're with.'

- the biggest smirk on his face falters when you call him. and he declines it the first time. before picking it up the second. "...yo" his voice was quiet.

- it's you, panting quietly on the other line, and he could hear you squirming around your bed. the bed slightly squeaks. "when are you gonna come over? you said you would...'"

Johnathan & Speedwagon

When Johnathan sees you nodding off and how your head slowly starts leaning on Speedwagons, he doesnt say anything.

On the outside, he's smiling lightly, but inside he's a little annoyed and is thinking about moving you so your head is on his shoulder instead.

He's a perfect gentleman, and because of that, he does his best to not make it weird (it's already weird).

Bro is just sitting there awkwardly turning his eyes away while his hands are in lap clutched together so hard they're turning white.

Robert is FREAKING out, mainly because he knows how much Johnathan likes you.

They make eye contact, Johnathan's eyebrow twitching a bit in slight annoyance. Speedwagon mouthing quietly to Johnathan, "I didn't do anything."

" I know you didn't," Johnathan says back very pleasantly but with a stern hardness underneath his tone. Of course, he doesn't blame Robert, but he is a Joestar and was always taught to be proud of who he is and what he has. And when it comes to a person he cares for deeply and romantically he tends to get a slight bit possessive ( mainly becauase he thinks gentlemen shouldn't be getting jealous.)

When you wake up and see Johnathan's face, you obviously see something wrong with him. But he assures you it's nothing and he's perfectly fine!

Speedwagon feels so guilty that he spends the next month being uncharacteristically rude to you just to balance the cosmic scales. It backfires. You're just really confused about the whole situation.

Joseph & Ceaser

The two of you were watching a movie. Originally, it was just supposed to be a date night with just you and Joseph, but one of Caesar's dates found out about another girl Ceaser was messing with so both of his plans were cancelled.

As soon as the movie started Ceaser started nodding off his elbow on the armrest and his cheek leaning on his palm.

You did not know Ceaser was a little cuddler when he was alseep because some how his arm ended up snaked around your waist, Joseph of course notices immediately and starts bouncing his leg in irration.

You end up falling asleep as well, mostly due to the warmth of being in between two big ass men.

Joseph has no shame, and when he's sure you're asleep, he gently removes Caesar's arm and leans you onto him.

Safe to say after that he's pretty content, but he does argue with ceaser about it later.

Jotaro & Kakyoin

Your friend group was going on a road trip to the beach, Polnareff and Avdol in the front seats, leaving you smushed in between Jotaro and Kakyoin.

You had knocked out pretty early into the trip, about 30 minutes in, and started leaning your head onto Kakyoin's shoulder for some comfort.

You would've leaned on Jotaro's, but at that time, you and he weren't too close.

He says "tch" and then nothing else for forty minutes.

Kakyoin is genuinely, sincerely unbothered-- which somehow makes it worse. He just adjusts slightly so you're more comfortable, pulls out a book, and continues existing peacefully.

Jotaro keeps glancing over. His hat covered his eyes. Glances continue.

At one point Kakyoin looks up from his book, notices Jotaro staring, and raises an eyebrow. Jotaro looks away so fast he pulls something in his neck.

He will not apologize. He will not explain. He will simply be in a bad mood for the rest of the day and deny any connection to the shoulder incident when asked.

Kakyoin brings it up exactly once, gently, later. Jotaro's response is "don't." Kakyoin lets it go. He is smiling, though.

Josuke & Okuyasu

Poor Okuyasu doesn't even notice he's doing something wrong ( because well-- technically he isn't!)

He's just sitting there, you fall asleep on him, and he goes "oh" and then very carefully stops moving so he doesn't wake you up.

Genuinely the sweetest response. He's like a large dog who has been trusted with something small and fragile.

Josuke notices.

"You're so lucky, man, I'd kill for her to lie on me like that."

"To be honest, it kinda hurts," Okuyasu replies.

Josuke, at this point, just stares at his best friend and then tries to nonchalantly tell him to lean your head on his shoulder instead.

Okuyasu complies, and Josuke stays smiling at your resting face.

Everyone is happy at the end of this.

Giorno & Bruno

When you start falling alseep and laying your head on Brunos shoulder, all Bruno can muster out is a soft, "oh."

Giorno glances for a second then looks away, then towards his legs. Seeing everything but pretending not to notice like always.

You snuggle into Bruno's arm a little more, after all, it was pretty cold today. Giorno remains the same-- perfect posture and his usual neutral expression.

Bruno notices the slight tensing of Giornos muscles and deducts it down to petty jealousy. He lets out a small laugh and gently pushes your body from his to Giornos.

Not saying anything, instead just crossing his legs and looking the other way.

While Giorno is trying to adjust himself so you're more comfortable.

Bruno is a real one, basically.

Jolyne & Hermes

Hermes doesnt even look up from her phone, she just adjust her shoulder and lets you rest.

Jolyne is so obviously irked.

Not subtle about it either.

Hermes looks up from her phone, notices how annoyed Jolyne looks and says, " oh dont even start jojo."

Jolyne scrunches her nose, "I'm not starting anything, you bitch." Hermes is like wide eyed open mouthed, "Why the fuck are you calling me a bitch?"

Jolyne lets out a grunt and turns her head, Hermes lets out a huge sigh and realizes what Jolynes attitude is about.

"oooh-- have her then, makes no difference to me" Hermes says right before shoving you off of her and onto Jolyne.

You surprisingly don't wake up from being literally shoved, and you end up on Jolyne's shoulder with her arm around you. Still annoyed, but just a little less.

Johnny & Gyro

These two are so evil and annoying together, its like dumb and dumber.

Johnny is like a D1 evil, jealous boyfriend, even if you guys aren't dating.

As soon as you start nodding off, Gyro's lips curl up in a smirk. Johnny's eye twitches.

" Can you not," is all Johnny says.

"not what," Gyro knows exactly what hes doing.

The whole time Johnny is fidgeting, like biting his nails and bouncing his leg aggressively.

Of course Gyro notices, but he thinks its funny to mess with Johnny a little bit.

Johnny stays starring at Gyro.

and you best believe that when you wake up, you notice how tense Johnny is and how he keeps pulling Gyro away to tell him something.

Hes defintely just talking shit to Gyo and is being a little petty asshole over it.

Josuke (Gappy) & Yasuho

Yasuho is mid-sentence when it happens. Just. Trails off. Looks down at you on her shoulder. Looks back up.

She really doesnt mind and just continues talking Josuke's ear off.

To be honest, I feel like Josuke really wouldn't care, mainly because he trusts Yasuho so much and he just doesn't understand basic jealousy.

Hes probably not even thinking about how youre cuddled up on his best friend, and instead is more focused on his midterm or what hes gonna have for lunch.

Hes a simple being.

Overall not much to say because i feel like he'd be genuinely cool with it. but if it were Joshu on the other handddd, oh he'd be so badly annoyed purely because Joshu is fucking annoying.

Jodio & Paco

Paco lowkey doesn't give a fuck when you fall asleep on him. He just lets you and continues sitting in silence for the rest of the car ride.

He is very careful to not move or disturb you too much.

Jodio is already not the most expressive person ever, but even then, he still has the faintest hint of anger; he's probably one of those people who get like red in the face when they're really annoyed or pissed.

Jodio super bluntly tells paco to switch with him and paco shrugs and lets Jodio lay you down on his shoulder-- no reason to fight over something he doesn't really care about.

After this, Jodio spends the rest of the afternoon in a better mood, and a lot kinder to people around him-- ofc Dragona notices and questions why.

It will not be discussed. It will totally affect how he acts around you for the next two weeks. Paco knows. Paco doesn't say anything. That's just how it goes.

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Aki Hayakawa

​You push weakly at his abs, your voice breaking as you sob that he’s bottoming out, that it’s just too much for your body to take. Aki actually freezes. For a heartbeat, he folds; his jaw tightens and he looks down at your tear-stained face with a flash of worry. “I’m sorry—did I... am I hurting you?” He eases back, his breath coming in jagged hitches as he lets you breathe for a second.

​But the way you clench around him while you’re trying to recover—the wet, suctioning sounds of your pussy gripping him—is what breaks his last thread of discipline. The carefulness in him vanishes as he drags your legs back over his shoulders, his eyes turning dark and focused. “God, you’re so tight... I can’t help it. Don't run from me.” He slams back in, sudden and deep, his pace turning into a relentless, high-friction assault.

​“Just take it for me, sweetheart. You’re doing so well,” he whispers, his voice dropping into that low-voiced praise that makes your toes curl. He begins to suck on your breast and collarbone, his mouth leaving a trail of wet, territorial marks. "You're so perfect, so fucking pretty when you're taking all of me. Stay right here and let me fill you up." He fucks you with a worshipful pace, his praise turning into a stream of nasty detail about how much of his cum he's going to pour into you. Your coils, once neatly defined, are now a beautiful, frizzy halo against the pillows, roughed up by the friction of your head tossing back and forth. He doesn't let you move until you're completely overstimulated, your body twitching against his as he finishes deep inside.

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Oldest Brother (I have yet to see his name in the manga).

Your vision sparks, white light dancing at the edges of your consciousness as he bottoms out with a rhythmic, plap. Every time he moves, you feel the sheer girth of him stretching you to your absolute limit, a thick, invading force that leaves you breathless. "Fuck, just slow down for a second," you pant, your fingers clawing at the sheets

​He lets you rest for a heartbeat, his eyes tracking the way your chest heaves and the way your lips part. He stares with a strange, quiet focus—like a scientist observing a breaking point—before he snaps both of your wrists above your head with one hand, his other hand coming down to deliver a sharp, stinging slap to your thigh that echoes in the quiet room. ​"I didn't give you permission to move," he murmurs, his voice flat and unbothered. He enters you again with a slow, deep stretch that makes your back arch off the bed.

​When you continue to whine, he doesn't ease up; he leans down to kiss you, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth to swallow your moans. His other hand wraps firmly around your throat. He swallows your whimpers, his dirty talk a symphony of detached filth against your lips. ​"Look at you gushing every time I hit the back. You're so goddamn wet, you're sliding off me," he whispers, his thumb stroking your pulse point. "Stay with it. I want to feel your walls clench until they give up." He fucks you until you're to spent to do anything but take him, making sure every drop of his cum stays buried deep inside you.

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Joey

Joey loves it when you run. To him, it’s not a protest; it’s an invitation to be even more reckless. The second you scramble for the edge of the mattress, he lets out a breathless laugh. Before you can even reach the floor, he’s on you. He hauls you back into the center of the bed.

​"Look at you go! You’re like a little rabbit, aren't you?" he sneers, his eyes blown wide with a manic glint. You let out a broken whine, "Joey, wait... you're relentless. Please, it's too much... it feels like you’re gonna split me open," but the admission only fuels his fire. ​He slams back into you with a impact that steals the air from your lungs. The sounds are debased—the wet, heavy slap of his thighs against yours and the sharp, stinging spank he delivers to your hip every time you try to arch away from the depth.

"Don't you dare close those eyes," he commands, his voice dropping into a breathy rasp as he leans down to catch your bottom lip between his teeth. "I want you to watch what I'm doing to you. You’re soaking the sheets, your pussy is literally screaming for it, and you’re still trying to play the shy, pretty girl?" ​He begins to suck and mark up your chest, his teeth grazing your collarbone. "You're taking all of it. Every inch. I catch you crawling away again, I’m tying you down." He doesn't stop until he's completely drained, making sure your only reality is the crushing weight of him and the wet, beautiful disaster he’s made of you.

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Aldo

​When you try to push him away because the sensation of him bottoming out is too intense. Aldo doesn't pull back—he collapses his full, trembling weight onto you. His hands aren't gentle; they’re frantic as they cup your face, his thumbs bruising your cheeks to keep you looking at him while he devours your mouth in a messy, desperate kiss. "Please... don't leave me yet. I need this," he whimpers, his voice thick with a needy obsession that borders on the fanatical.

You try to soothe him, gasping, “Aldo, baby, just a little slower,” but the plea dies in your throat; he doesn't care about the pace, only the desperate, soul-searching depth of the connection. He’s fucking into you with a frantic hunger, his hands sliding down to your thighs to squeeze and knead the soft flesh. ​“You’re so pretty... so fucking perfect for me,” he groans against your lips, the friction of the make-out turning messy as his spit slicks your chin. He ruts into you with a heavy, clumsy power. His voice is a broken, needy rasp—a string of "I love you" and "I'm going to ruin you if you ever try to leave," ensuring that every inch of you is marked by his obsession.​

He doesn't yield, even as the intensity pulls a broken, high-pitched sob from your throat. He simply drives deeper, his hips grinding into yours with a frantic, high-velocity pace that leaves the sheets soaked and your brown skin gleaming with a slick coat of sweat. He claims every beautiful inch of you, his hands holding you close as he fucks into you with a blunt, loving violence designed to ensure that even if you tried to run, your shaking legs wouldn't have the strength to stand.

༻𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈༺

Dividers by @uzmacchiato

There’s no yelling. No, you’re past the point of yelling. Your tone is stone cold, steady and unbroken unlike how he left you all those years ago. There had been no warning, not even a note. He disappeared without a trace, leaving you to pick up the broken pieces by yourself.

And here he was, nearly three years later at your doorstep just as handsome and charming as the day you two met.

“That’s some greeting, darlin’,” he drawls out with a flick to his hat, brim sitting higher on his head so he can get a good look down at you with his lips curling upwards into a boyish grin.

“Ain’t ya happy to see me?”

Your fingers tighten around the doorknob before you begin to shut the door, but a large hand shoots out to catch it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

Hol Horse laughs, rich and baritone when he manages to push the door open a bit further. All you can do is glare at him through the crack, unamused by his antics that you know far too well.

“I just need a place to hide out fer a night, that’s all!”

“Why don’t you go ask one of your other girlfriends?” you hiss before trying to shut the door again, but it doesn’t budge.

That causes Hol Horse to chuckle with a certain fondness in his eyes that has his blue orbs softening.

“Still jealous after all these years? It’s nice to know nothin’ has changed.”

You want to curse, to spit at him and scream until your throat is raw. But you knew it wouldn’t do either of you any good. And perhaps against your better judgment, you pull the door open just the slightest bit. But give Hol Horse an inch, and he’ll take a mile.

His back straightens along with a grin tugging at his lips again, smiling wider when you open the door fully now.

“Is that a yes then?”

Your mind yells at you to slam the door in his face, to kick him back to the curb where trash like him belongs. Why offer such a courtesy to him after he left you alone and when he didn’t offer you such a nicety that would have been an explanation for his disappearance?

But if you were being honest with yourself, you missed this. You missed him, even as irritating as he was.

You step back.

“You’re sleeping on the couch,” you finally say, and your eyes fall to the floor to avoid his gaze when he steps into your apartment. Hol Horse tips his hat to you in thanks, boots clicking heavily against the wood floor.

“Much obliged, darlin’.”

His eyes flicker around your apartment with a hum as you resume doing laundry, fingers finding the material of one of your before folding it with a snap.

“Ain’t much changed after all these years, have they?” Hol Horse asks, hands shoved in his pockets while he glances at the pictures hanging on one of the walls.

“You’d know if you stuck around.”

Hol Horse presses a hand to his chest with a dramatic wince despite the grin that’s still settled across his features.

“Ouch.”

He continues his leisurely snooping of your apartment, your own eyes remaining fixated on the laundry in front of you even when you feel his blue orbs flicker towards you. 

Hol Horse disappears down the hall before his voice calls out to you.

“Where’d ya move the towels to?”

Your eye twitches when you hear the cabinets begin to open and close from inside the bathroom. You don’t respond, and soon you hear the shower start running.

The water continues to drone on in the background even after you’ve sat down on the couch to idly watch whatever movie you had cut on earlier. 

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the bathroom door open or his bare feet pad down the hallway. It’s not until you feel his firm chest pressed to your back that you realize he’s still here.

“Ya miss me?” Hol Horse teases as water drips from his hair onto your shoulders.

“Hardly.”

You scoff despite how your heart aches in your chest. It was a lie, you knew that. And you had a feeling that he knew it too. His chin rests on one of your shoulders, and a wet curl tickles the side of your face.

“I think ya did.”

You stiffen when his calloused fingers drag down your arm, mentally cursing yourself for how your body begins to betray you. He was suave and smooth, a sweet talker that could get himself out of bad situations. Hol Horse was also capable of talking himself into situations like these with you apparently, buttering you up with a few remarks that had you compliant like putty in his hands.

Even if that was all in the past, his touch and voice haunted your mind for years on end. You remembered how hard you had cried when his scent had disappeared from your sheets, from the clothes that he had left behind in your closet. They were the only things that you had that he had willingly left behind for you, that and the memories that slowly became a fog in your mind.

You jerk your arm away, and he makes a low sound of disapproval in his throat.

“Don’t be like that.”

“Be like what?” you snap over your shoulder at him, tears beginning to prickle and sting at your eyes. You face forward again, jaw tight and unmoving when he resumes his touches.

Hol Horse doesn’t say anything else for a while, but his hands continue to drag up and down your arms until your body begins to slowly but surely lean into his touch. You don’t say anything either when his nose nudges against the hair at the nape of your neck, his breath fanning against your slowly heating skin before he presses a kiss to the side of your neck.

He hums into the skin when you slightly tilt your head to the side, his lips dragging along down to your shoulder.

“There she is,” he breathes out as your eyelids flutter closed. The tension in your body starts to dissolve with every kiss and touch as his hands rest at your arms.

You want to argue and fight back. To tell him that you’re not his anymore, not after what he did. But the words die on your tongue when he tilts your head towards him with a finger to your chin with his blue eyes flickering across your face.

Hol Horse presses his lips against yours, soft yet intense in a way that has the breath being knocked from your lungs. You missed moments like this when it was just you and him, even if you had almost forgotten what it was like to be touched like this.

He wastes no time in pushing those boundaries of yours. He never did.

The blond moves around the couch, towel still wrapped around his waist before his hands are on you again with a palm at your hip and the other one meeting the back of your neck like he was keeping you in place. But you weren’t going to run. You weren’t like him. Instead, you dig your heels in deeper and wrap your arms around his neck to draw him in closer.

The towel around him falls to the ground, now long forgotten in a heap on the floor when he slips a knee between your thighs. Your lips connect again, hungrier this time. More desperate when he presses his knee upwards against your clothed core. Your breath hitches at that, and you pull away only to soothe the ache in your lungs.

Hol Horse grins down at you with wide blown pupils, cock twitching against your leg before he’s sinking to his knees between your parted legs. You watch as his calloused hands trail across your skin before he works your pants down your legs. They’re tossed to the side before your panties join them, large hands resting on your knees with his eyes lingering on your wet folds.

“Yeah, I missed this pretty pussy,” he breathes out before tugging your lower half off the couch in a move that has your legs dangling over his shoulders and his face positioned a mere inches away from your cunt. His words shoot straight to your core as he leans in closer, stubble from his jaw rubbing against the insides of your thighs.

Fingers tangle in his damp hair when he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your mound, eyes gauging your reactions. When you don’t push him away, he presses forward to drag his tongue up your slit while his nose nudges your clit. You shudder as your head tilts back to rest against the couch.

His mouth continues to work at you, steadily building you up with each flick of his tongue against your clit before one of his hands slides across your thigh. A finger prods at your hole, and you keen when it slips inside with little resistance. 

Blue eyes drink in every reaction, every twist and turn and writhe especially as he slips a second finger inside of you while they curl and thrust upwards into you. Hol Horse’s lips then wrap around your clit to give a firm suck that has your whole body quaking.

“Easy, girl,” he mutters as if he were speaking to a spooked horse, fingers giving another wicked thrust that has your toes curling.

Your breasts heave with sweat beading on your brow, and every muscle tightens and contracts while he brings you to the edge before he’s pulling away. A broken sound is pulled from the back of your throat, and your fingers give a weak tug to his hair.

Hol Horse gives a throaty laugh as he pushes himself to his feet, fingers grasping the edge of your shirt before tugging it over your head.

“A bit impatient, are we?”

Your cheeks burn with a glare up at him despite how your eyes slowly drink in his bare figure, orbs trailing down from his broad chest littered with scars that he’s told you stories about to his toned stomach and all the way down to where his cock hangs heavily between his legs.

“C’mon, darlin’,” he drawls with a twirl of his finger, half-lidded eyes remaining on you while he lazily grins.

“Ya remember how I like it, right?”

You swallow hard, mouth as dry as cotton while your words fail you at his boldness. Hol Horse was always so brazen and brash, never shying away from what he wanted. Especially when it comes to you.

With a stuttering breath, you shift to settle on your hands and knees on the couch. Hol Horse is quick to position himself behind you with the couch dipping beneath his weight, hands gripping onto your hips with a stroke to one of your thighs before he breathes out.

“Atta girl…”

His cock nudges against your thigh before he warps a hand around the base with a low hiss through his teeth. He lines himself up with your dripping hole, his other hand still resting on your hip before he’s slowly pushing in.

The stretch burns as he works inch after inch into you, and you don’t realize that you’re holding your breath until he’s bottoming out.

“That’s it,” he groans when you clench tighter around his cock, a moan falling from your own lips with the flutter of your eyelids and your eyelashes brushing against the tops of your cheeks. It had been too long since you’d been filled like this, never seeking out the company of other men even after Hol Horse’s disappearance. And even though you’d never admit it after the heartbreak, you cared for him. The feelings for him ran deep, far more than any other boyfriend or fling that you’d had in the past. When he left, it broke you beyond comprehension.

But he was back again, at least for now, like he’d never even left - rearranging your guts with each thrust of his curved cock that has you seeing stars and scrambling for purchase against the cushions.

One of his hands trails down your spine, and you arch into his touch before he’s grasping at your hips in a bruising grip again.

“This pretty pussy’s just as tight as I remembered.”

Hol Horse gives a low sigh, head tilting backwards with each snap of his hips that has your body shaking against the couch. You moan, and your eyes roll back when his cockhead nudges that spongy spot deep inside of you. Making you come undone was just something that he was good at. No amount of thrusting from your own fingers could mimic what he was giving you right now, you had tried that already.

Night after lonely night, when you weren’t crying yourself to sleep, you would try to bring forth a fraction of the pleasure that Hol Horse brought you. All to no avail. You joked with your friends that sex was the only thing he was good for, but you were lying through your teeth.

He made you laugh, the kind that had tears trickling down your cheeks. He listened in a way that made you feel seen, wiping your worries away with a joke or wrap of his strong arms around your middle to hold you close. Hol Horse was a gentleman that raised your standards so high that no one else could even possibly reach them.

But he was also a good for nothing bastard. The same bastard that had left you two years ago who was now fucking you on your couch like he never left. Your friends would chastise you for even letting him into your apartment, but you supposed that love made you do silly things.

That’s what you would call it: love. Even if the two of you never said it, it became evident in his actions and in your eyes. In the way that you never asked about his job when he came to you bloody and bruised, instead tending to his wounds.

And even now, it felt evident in the way he caressed every part of you. In the way that his chest was pressed to your back as he whispered softly in your ear and when his fingers reached below to press against your clit.

Your orgasm hits you fast and hard, cheek pressed against the cushion as you cry out before Hol Horse pulls out of you with his fingers wrapping around his cock for his own release to cover your ass and back. The two of you remain like that for a while, catching your breaths and basking in the afterglow like you once used to.

He pulls away with his fingers grazing across the heated flesh of your thighs, chest heaving as he gives a low chuckle.

“Still convinced I’m going to sleep on the couch?”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips when you cast a glance over your shoulder at him. Your eyes meet, and there’s that certain fondness that has your chest aching again.

“Don’t push your luck,” you tease back and pull yourself from the couch, limbs crying out when you walk on shaky legs to the bathroom.

He’d be gone by morning. You and him both knew that, but when his arms wrap around you while you’re cleaning up in front of the mirror, you can’t help but think of a life with him still in it. Him even with his messiness and haughty attitude, but also with his touch. With the adoration that you would catch in his gaze when he thought you weren’t looking. 

But life doesn’t always work out like you want, so you settle for the pieces that you cling to no matter how badly they hurt - knowing that Hol Horse will never change.

“Um, Joseph,” you call him, making him lift his gaze from his meal, already drawing a smile for you. 

“Yes, darling?” 

Oh and the stupid petnames, for a few days you thought he didn’t know your name because he kept calling you darling or sweetheart. Now it makes you ache. Joseph is just sitting there, smiling at you and waiting for you to answer him. 

“Can I play with your t— pecs?” 

He blinks, his mouth forming a little “o” and his eyebrows shooting up. “My pecs?” He glances down at his own chest like he’s checking if they’re still there. The tight grey top is clinging to him, sweat making the fabric stick right where his chest curves out. 

“Yup. Those,” you whisper. You’re such an awkward mess at this point, not even daring to look him in the eye of embarrassment. 

“Oh!” He smiles genuinely now, his smile growing bigger. “Sure, darling. Come here.”

He pushes his chair back and pats his thick thigh with no shame or teasing, he looks at you while you stand up, heart hammering. When you get close he grabs your waist gently and pulls you down onto his lap easily. His arm rests on your back and he’s warm, extremely warm and solid. 

“Hold on,” he says cheerfully. In one smooth move he grabs the collar or his top and yanks it off over his head. The fabric catches on his ears for a second and he makes a cute frustrated noise before it comes free. Now his bare chest is right there, heavy and perfect. “There you go.”

You sit there looking like an idiot, hands in your lap not sure what to do now that your fantasy is flexing in front of you. “This is so weird. Sorry.”

Joseph chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s not weird! You’re very cute right now.” He takes one of your hands in his big one and presses it right onto his left pec. “They’re kinda squishy when I relax, see?”

Your fingers sink in a little and you make a tiny noise, they’re so soft and heavy. You give a careful squeeze and they jiggle just enough to make you gasp, you want to take one of them in your mouth and suck them, but that might be too much. 

Joseph laughs again, a little mock in his tone. “Woah, you really like ‘em, huh?”

“Shut up,” you mutter, but you turn a little on his lap so you can use both hands, pressing your palms flat and pushing them together. 

The way they move under your touch is addictive, you lean forward without thinking and bury yourself between them, breathing it the smell of his skin and a little bit of sweat. It’s heaven for you.

Joseph wraps his arms around you loosely, one hand drawing lines on your back. “You can motorboat them if you want,” he offers, completely serious. 

You snorrt against his chest. “No! You’re such a dumbass.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not the one buried in an old man’s pecs,” he teases you, flexing again so his pecs bounce against your cheeks. “Go on, play as much as you like, sweetheart. They’re all yours.”

Your face is still burning but you can’t stop smiling now, you got brave a few moments later, now pressing kisses at the same time you squeeze them and jiggle them. Joseph keeps making these happy noises, completely unbothered but kind of hoping that you give his mouth that same special attention at some point of your trip.

a/n: and then dio killed reader when they arrived to egypt a/n 2: anyway, now that i reached my 10k goals expect the most stupid fanfics for me<3

⤷ ゛The first time your Stands clash is during an argument in an empty alley after a joint signing event. Heaven’s Door opens your pages and starts rewriting “You will admit my manga is superior,” but Disorder rips the words off the page and turns them into a swarm of angry ink crows that chase him down the street. After this encounter, rival!rohan kishibe is equal parts furious and turned on.

⤷ ゛rival!rohan kishibe begins leaving anonymous “critique” letters in your mailbox—brutally honest breakdowns of your latest chapter with tiny, perfect doodles correcting your perspective lines. You retaliate by mailing him your own letters with your own nitpicking and sarcastic compliments. He keeps every single one pressed between the pages of his sketchbooks.

⤷ ゛rival!rohan kishibe once used Heaven’s Door on you during a deadline crunch just to read what you really think of him. The page literally says “I want to punch his stupidly pretty face and then kiss it until he shuts up.” He closes the book so fast he nearly drops it, face burning.

⤷ ゛You two end up in a very public, very petty war after you commented in a review about his sloppy writing. "It's inspiring he still carries on with such bland ideas. Since then, anytime your name is mentioned, on the rare occasion he does an interview, he responds with that same tone you do. This dispute is what the whole town of Morioh lives for. rival!rohan kishibe draws cryptic art of a dramatic caricature of you (not so subtly, mind you) with devil horns holding a pen like a dagger and submits it to local papers; you reply with a doodle of him as a haughty peacock with all flashy. Fans make ship edits within hours.

⤷ ゛rival!rohan kishibe biggest weakness is that he cannot stand when you ignore him. If you skip his gallery opening to finish your own chapter, he shows up at your apartment with takeout and demands you “at least have the decency to tell me your work is more important than mine to my face.”

⤷ ゛rival!rohan kishibe starts drawing you constantly—never asking permission. You find entire sketchbooks filled with you in different lighting, different outfits, even you laughing mid-argument. When you confront him he just shrugs: “Reality is more interesting when you’re in it.”

⤷ ゛Your first “date” isn’t even a date. It’s a bet: whoever sells more volumes of their next tankobon gets to make the loser do whatever they want for one night. You win by three copies. rival!rohan kishibe expects humiliation; instead you drag him to a quiet onsen and make him relax for once. He falls asleep on your shoulder and wakes up mortified.

⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe is absurdly jealous when other artists flirt with you at panals. Heaven’s Door almost gets used on a rival mangaka who calls your art “cute.” You have to physically drag Rohan away while whispering, “If you rewrite him I’m breaking up with you before we even start dating.”

⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe teaches you advanced inking techniques in his studio at 2 a.m. while both of you are delirious from caffeine. The lesson turns into a competition of who can draw the other faster and more accurately. It slowly develops into you both stripping and posing for the other for "a more accurate full-body sketch."

⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe ridiculously possessive about your hands. If you get even a papercut, he fusses like it’s a career-ending injury because “these are the hands that draw my rival.” Then he kisses each fingertip like it’s sacred.

⤷ ゛You once fell asleep at his drafting table and acquaintance!rohan kishibe used Heaven’s Door to write “You will have the best nap of your life and wake up inspired” in the corner of your mind. You woke up with three new chapter ideas and the overwhelming urge to kiss him senseless.

⤷ ゛Arguments always end the same way: screaming match → one of you storms out → the other chases after them → intense make-out session against the nearest wall while both Stands hover protectively. Your neighbors in Morioh have given up trying to understand the noises.

⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe refuses to let you read the script for his next arc until it’s perfect. When you finally do, you find an entire side character modeled after you—sharp tongue, killer instinct, and a Stand that looks suspiciously like a mix of both of yours. You call him an idiot for making it so obvious, and then proceed to kiss him senseless surrounded by ink and paper.

⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe surprisingly soft in private. After a brutal deadline week he’ll crawl into your lap, bury his face in your neck, and mutter, “Your panels were better this month. Don’t let it go to your head.” It’s the closest he gets to saying “I love you.”

⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe once rewrote reality so that every critic who trashed your work suddenly became obsessed with it. You were furious…until sales skyrocketed and you realized he did it because he couldn’t stand anyone else being mean to you but him.

⤷ ゛Late-night drives through Morioh where acquaintance!rohan kishibe lets you play your playlist (he claims it’s grating but knows every lyric).

⤷ ゛When you finally beat acquaintance!rohan kishibe in a major award category, he shows up at your door with flowers and a single page ripped from his newest manuscript. It’s a love confession written in his most beautiful lettering. “I figured if I was going to lose to anyone,” he says, “it had to be you.”

⤷ ゛Your shared studio is chaos: two drafting tables pushed together, ink everywhere, Post-its with passive-aggressive compliments (“Your cross-hatching is acceptable today”), and a single framed panel of both your protagonists.

⤷ ゛Years later, your joint series (a meta story about two rival artists whose Stands keep trying to kill each other but end up saving the world) becomes the biggest hit in Jump history. The dedication page just says: “To the only person who could ever keep up with me.”

⤷ ゛lover!rohan kishibe still calls you “my rival” in public because he’s dramatic and proud, but in private he whispers “my love” like the word is made of glass and he’s terrified of breaking it.

Jonathan Joestar

- his back is flat against the headboard of the bed, both your thighs were on either side of his muscular ones as your hand was on his chest for balance.

- buddy is in pure bliss right now, he can barely keep his eyes open. you're unlike any other.

- "jojo... you're so big.." you huffed, bouncing on his cock. you yourself felt like you were losing your mind. "filling me up.. s-so good..!"'

- "p-please..." jonathan gasped, his larger hand finding it was to keep your hips steady.

- "a-are you close?" you looked down at him, watching as he nodded his head in response. "mmm.. you're mommy's good boy, aren't you?"

- jonathan's eyes are wide open as he looks at you like you got five heads. "w-what..?" he almost believed that he misheard you.

- but he came without voicing his question, his head rolling back as he filled you up to the brim.

- "what did you say, my dear?" he asked you once he was able to catch his breath.

- "oh..." you got embarassed when he asked you about it as you slowly sat up. "that you're... mommy's good boy?"

- jonathan blushed at the comment and he averted his gaze. you were truly something special.

- he never realized how much he'd be into it and wouldn't mind calling you mommy afterwards, even if it makes his stomach do backflips.

Joseph Joestar

- he bounced you on his cock, enthralled at your pussy clenching on to him and coating his length with your juices.

- you've been going at it for a while now, this had to have been the third round and you were minutes away from passing out.

- your brain was completely turned off and all you could think about was how good he was making you feel.

- "don't stop now, baby. i'm gettin' close.." joseph cooed.

- "hah.. i don't think i can." you panted, slamming yourself down on him. your thighs were burning, it took so much leg worth to keep up with his stamina.

- but you didn't want to give up. you wanted to ruin your boyfriend just as much.

- "yes... yes..!" joseph chanted, his hips jackhammering to match your pace.

- "give it to me, jojo." you sighed. "be mommy's good boy and cum!"

- "...fuuuuck..!" joseph's voice cracked as he bottoms out, not even registering what you said to him until he catches his breath.

- "mommy..?" joseph laughed, giving your arm a nudge. "are you seriously into that? ouuh, what a dirty girl you are!"

- "i uh..." you swallowed thickly. "it was a 'in the moment' thing." you explained awkwardly.

- "say no more." he held a hand up to stop you. "i think this good boy deserves another round, yeah?"

Jotaro Kujo

- he lost himself the minute he bend you over and slid inside of your wet pussy.

- this side of him where he's gentle with you, even when you like it rough he puts your needs first.

- "just like that, jojo..." you whimper quietly, both hands flat against the desk as he quickens his pace.

- you can feel all of him, how raw it felt that he pounds you against his work desk as you chant his name. and he was close too.

- the way his nostrils flared slightly and veins on his arms. its almost like he was trying to hold himself back. you couldn't allow that to happen.

- "are you close too..?" you looked over your shoulder.

- he responded with a low grunt, his large hands still holding on to your hips.

- "be a good boy and let it out jotaro, give it to me." you moaned, gripping on to the desk. "you're mommy's good boy.."

- he sucked some air through his teeth, his thrusts getting faster and harsher. who wouldve thought he'd be into something like that?

- as you laid down together, your head resting on his chest as he smoked a cigarette, he thought back to your words.

- "you're something all right..." he mumbled, his cheeks flushed before putting his cigarette out.

Josuke Higashikata

- damn near drooling with the way you were riding him like no tomorrow.

- he had a firm grip on your hips, the lewd noises of your pussy gripping on to his shaft as your slick juices coated him.

- his eyes were blissfully closed, his back pressed against the headboard of his bed as you quickened your paced. he whimpered.

- "s-shit, babe.. keep going like that..." he whined, letting you take full control as your hips rocked against his. you can feel how desperate he is for you, the way he kept thrusting up into you.

- "im close, josuke...." you huffed, holding on to his shoulders as he stared at his blissed face.

- "m-me too.." he whimpered, quickening his pace.

- ".. oh fuck." you gasped. "fill mommy up, josuke. be a good boy and make me yours."

- josuke let out a choked moan, releasing himself inside of you as he held you tightly against his chest. holy crap, that was hot.

- then he realized what you said.

- "i think you woke something up within me." he broke the silence. "can we... go again?"

- yeah, he's into it. i mean he didnt think he'd be but he definitely is.

Giorno Giovanna

- both of you were so close, his hands gently holding on to your as you bounced on him like there's no tomorrow.

- "i-im gonna cum..!" your body shook and you can hear him coo at you.

- "that's right, let it all out.." he sighed, his eyes closing as he concentrated on his own release.

- your thighs were burning, you were sweating but you loved having this view of giorno looking so pleased with himself.

- "come for me, gio." you panted, seeing how his eyebrows were knitting together. "be a good boy and fill mommy up."

- he slowed his pace down, dragging each thrust as he edges himself. his bit his bottom lip, staring at your dazed expression.

- "one more time..." he sighed, his green eyes lidded.

- "fill mommy's pussy..." you stuttered between thrusts, your walls squeezing around him. "like a good boy.."

- giorno's shoulders slumped as he emptied himself inside of you with low moan.

- after the two of you had finished cleaning up, he brought it up again as your naked bodies cuddled lovingly under the covers.

- "did i satisfy you, mommy?" he teased and you groaned in response, covering your face.

- he thinks it's hot when you authorize yourself and now he will use this nickname to remind you of this night.

Jolyne Cujoh

- tonight was your turn wearing the strap and you had jolyne bouncing up and down on it while you latch yourself on to her chest.

- she always loved it when you took control like this, its like you know her body so well and able to fuck her the way that she likes.

- "i-im gonna cum again...!" jolyne gasped, her arms wrapped around your shoulders as you guided her hips.

- you could feel her pussy dripping down on the strap, some dropping onto to your own bare thighs as you shook with excitement.

- "do it." you sighed. "be a good girl for mommy, jolyne."

- she let out a choked moan, her eyes bursting open as she stared at you in a state of shock. but she couldn't fully process what you said to her as she came all over the toy.

- "no way.." she let out a quiet laugh once she came down from her high. "mommy? really?"

- "dont...." you held a hand up.

- "that was hot..." jolyne hummed, wrapping her arm around you. "next time.. try calling me mommy."

Johnny Joestar

- you didn't realize how wet you truly get hearing your boyfriend whimper and beg for you.

- especially since you were milking his cock dry, using your own fingers to stimulate your clit while johnny laid there taking it.

- "gettin' close, baby?" you asked him, his blonde hair was a mess and his blue eyes were staring back at you, lidded and dazed.

- "uhuh... fuck.." he cursed. he felt pathetic how quickly you were able to get him to submit to easily.

- he just really likes it when you use him for your own pleasure, you knew exactly what you wanted and he was here to provide it for you.

- "yeah? you gonna fill me up?" your tone was teasing, you leaned in to whisper into his ear and you heard him let out another whine.

- "mhm.. anything for you.." johnny mumbled, unable to keep his eyes open.

- "anything...?" you smirked, your pussy squeezing around him as he gasps.

- "y-yes, mommy..!" he blurted, slapping a hand over his mouth and you couldn't help but laugh.

- "shit..." you moaned. "mommy's good boy is gonna make her cum."

- and he loses it, emptying himself inside of you as you held on to him.

- you both lay in silence, naked bodies pressed together and he avoids your eyes. "what the hell was that?" he blurted.

- "you tell me, you said it first and it kinda.. provoked me." you smirked.

- god he doesnt want to admit it but he loves it so much.

Gappy Higashikata

- he's drooling, his eyes were closed shut and his body shook slightly with every thrust.

- "josuke..." you cooed his name, your own glossy eyes staring back down at his blissed out expression.

- "m-more... more.." he begged, gripping the sheets underneath you both.

- "so big..." you praised and he groaned in response. "im gonna cum.."

- "fuck.." he whispered, his eyes barely able to keep open as he fucked into you.

- "mommy's gonna cum all over your cock.." you chuckled. ".. 'cuz you've been such a good boy, josuke.."

- he made you slam down on his length, filling you up with a choke of your name. he seemed to really liked it with how fast it made him melt.

- "i've been really good for you..." he mumbled when you fell forward and laid right beside him. "one more time... please mommy."

- he doesn't question it, he's way too horny to think about it right now lol.

Jodio Joestar

- another night where you both couldn't sleep and he had the bright idea for you to just ride him until you're both tired.

- only problem is that you were enjoying yourselves way too much, even after several rounds.

- you felt like you were going dumb on his dick and he just lets you take control, one hand at your hips as the other rested behind his head.

- "mmm..! im so close..!" you whined at him.

- "..shit.." jodio lolled his head back as you took full control. "mmm.. keep going.."

- "good boy, jodio.." you squeezes yourself around him length. "mommy's good.. boy.." you panted between bounces and jodio felt his breath hitch.

- "o-oh fuck..." he lolled his head back, using one arm to cover his eyes. "d-dont say that..." he warned.

- "come for me..." you tried pulling his arms away. "do it for mommy.."

- and he loses it, spilling himself inside of you as he laid there fucked out with his chest rising and falling.

- "i never came so hard in my life..." he stared up at the ceiling and you couldn't help but laugh.

Jonathan Joestar

- a bit of an exhibitionist and he's so guilty about it too. he really, really wants nobody to walk in on you two. but its so exciting at the same time.

- food play, the bulge in his underwear is noticeable when you make him eat off of your naked body.

- size kink #1 , loves to gush about how good you're able to take him despite his size.

- obsessed with giving you head, he wants to please you so much you'll have to push his head away from you when it gets too much.

- king of aftercare, he loves being able to take care of you right after sex.

Joseph Joestar

- he loves taking sneaky pictures of you when you're not looking. panty shots, cleavage shots, ass shots... feet shots? no, he deletes those.

- size kink #2 , he makes fun of you for being much shorter than him and uses it to his advantage.

- has or had a porn addiction. it got so bad he recognizes porn stars by their name and face. if he saw them in the street he'd ask for a picture.

- he loves being called daddy. what can he say? it gets him going.

- has a thing for stocking. loves fucking you when you only wear stockings for him.

Jotaro Kujo

- size kink #3 , he wraps his body around you and scolds you for being a lot smaller than him.

- has considered having some kind of threesome with you and star platinum, however the hell that works. but you were so down and he was too horny to care.

- loves fucking you when you're wearing lacey lingerie, specifically of the color is a dark red or black.

- office sex, when you visit him at his job and you're being a huge tease. he'll swipe off everything on his desk and pin you down.

- breeding kink. he'll tell you how much he's gonna fill you up until you're concieve his kids. whether you're able to get pregnant or not, the thought is just thrilling.

Josuke Higashikata

- he's just like his damn daddy except he's a panty thief and is ashamed about it. he'll steal your underwear for his own spank bank, but then he regrets it.

- really sexy, slow music puts him in the mood really fast. he pays too much attention to the lyrics.

- there's a lot of crusty, used socks under his bed and a big bottle of lotion on his nighstand. you do the math..

- this guy is an undercover cuck. he briefly mentioned how hot it would be if he watched you get fucked by his best friend, okuyasu.

- pegging. he was so hesitant about it but you two did it once and it changed his life forever.

Giorno Giovanna

- mirror sex. he'd love to install a big mirror on the ceiling.

- really into getting his hair pulled. he grew it out to be so long, you can't help but run your fingers along his golden hair and yank his head back.

- candle wax, temperature play(?) the way it drips down his skin leaves him shivering. or having to rub an ice cube on your body.

- markings, loves to mark your beautiful skin as his lips latch on to the piece of flesh. anywhere on your body, he thinks its beautiful.

- massages. theyre always gonna lead to something when his hands move a lot lower than you expected.

- power play? now that he's the don, he likes using his position in the bedroom. gets a kick when you moan "don giorno."



Jolyne Cujoh

- has a drawer full of sex toys. ones you have never seen before and she gets slightly flustered if you ask her about it too much.

- intoxicated sex, it heightens your senses 10x more. preferably wants to either get high or drunk before you two go at it.

- biting. lots of biting. she loves being bit and doing the biting. her favorite spots to be bitten is her neck, shoulder and her hip.

- tentacles. at first she thought how gross it would be because its slimey and cold. but the suction...?

- likes being watched as she plays with herself. but she wants you to watch her, to see the way her body turns or when she cums.

Johnny Joestar

- he loves your FUNK. he's getting a whif of your armpits and lets out a low moan as he shakes.

- mommy/daddy kink? he doesn't want to admit it though but you'll catch him slipping it out while he's a whimpering mess.

- the bug bite fetish right... but what if he just likes being scratched? purposely makes himself itchy so when you scratch something for him he'll bust a nut.

- loves to hump your leg like a dog. and then he scolds you for letting him do that but he's the dirty one...

- choking. but he's the one choking you while you ride him. he loves how helpless you look.

Gappy Higashikata

- will bust a nut when you praise him so much as you're both fucking in your bedroom. tell him how big he is, how good he makes you feel, etc.

- likes being called a "good boy". because he is and he wants to be one for you.

- dry humping. he'll get an erection when you sit on his lap for a while and you just start grinding your hips down. he'll make a mess out of himself.

- has a thing for piercings. if you have piercings on your body, preferably a belly button or nipple piercings, he'll be over the moon. he thinks theyre hot.

- loves taking showers with you. and yes, it leads to more sex but he swears its not intentional.

Jodio Joestar

- loves saving nude pictures of you and has a dedicated album to it. but he hardly sends any back.

- likes roleplaying with you, he loves being the nerd and you're his bully. he puts you in place instead.

- obsessed with the fat on your body. whether its on your tummy, or your thighs, or chest. he'll squeeze it gently as he's inside of you.

- brat taming. on either you or him because he can be just as bratty.