#jojo's bizarre adventure x you smut

[kyloherrera]

—CHAPTER TWO: FIRST GAME

content warning: fem!reader. denigration, pet and master, breeding, creampie, physicall restrain, edging.

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annotation. hello omg part two, thank you for making through here, this is porn with plot. Also keep in mind that english is no my main language so if I have grammar mistakes, please tell me, hope you enjoy. Remember to reblog, like and comment if you like it really makes the difference <3

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"Uh, what was your answer? Could you repeat it? Sorry, I couldn't hear you." Risotto said while continuing to lick the neck of his new pet. This made you moan.

Risotto's big body made your body look small. Risotto loved this, seeing his partner's small body, which was now his and could be torn apart at any moment.

"I want to be your toy… Ahh." A moan escaped your interruption and it was Risotto who had bitten your neck. Not hard enough to draw any blood, but hard enough to leave a mark on that little neck of yours.

"I couldn't hear you. Could you say that again?" He snorted. A smile was on his face.

"I want to be yours. I want to be your toy, your property." You said, while a reddish color painted your face. Risotto just whispered close to his ear.

"Good girl, now show me."

He said, caressing your lips and tracing a line on them, then placing a pair of fingers in your mouth. You simply began to lick them delicately, moving your tongue up and down. Risotto just smiled, contented.

Your body could not help but shiver at the warm touch of your new master as Risotto's other hand moved from your collarbone to your hips, caressing your entire abdomen with a soft but firm touch. Risotto continued down until he reached your shorts. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down. The white-haired man felt his member tingle as he watched those beautiful curves. The white-haired man felt his member tingle as he watched those fine curves.

The capo then decided to take his fingers out of your mouth and then slowly and delicately lower them down to your almost naked waist, then take your ass in his hands and squeeze it, while resting his face on your shoulder, so that you could feel Risotto's warm breath on your neck, like a tickle, making you arch your back a little.

Risotto began to play with your ass, as if it were a massage, squeezing it and moving his hands around it, as if he was molding it, and then delivering a slap or two. Risotto's touch was almost magical. It made your body squirm a little from the pleasure, and it made you lose your mind little by little.

Risotto then decided to stop playing with your ass, licking his lips still with a sadistic and lustful smile, and started bending down, depositing kisses all over your body, passing by your neck, your back, stopping on your ass, or rather on the underwear that was already wet.

Risotto then placed her hands on your ass to open your legs a little and spread them apart, giving him a better view of your panties. They were of a dark color that matched the rest of your outfit and made you look even more sensual. She then brought her face close to the wet fabric. She said a few words.

"What a slut, I haven't even started playing with you and your body is so wet, it's like it's asking me to fuck you." He said with a serious tone. Then he gave you another spanking, making your head tilt back a little from the pleasure.

Together with Risotto's warm breath on your underwear, the pleasurable sting that the spanking had given you. It was enough to make your legs tremble a little while you felt yourself losing more and more of your mind due to the pleasure Risotto was giving you. He definitely knew what he was doing.

Risotto then smiled mischievously at you, only to use his position to give you a piercing on his tongue. A nice piercing that he would use to torture you.

It was then that your body was arched by Risotto's sudden touch, he had begun to brush his tongue over your underwear, licking slowly and delicately but with strength and precision, moving his tongue from side to side and in circles while his hands squeezed and played with your ass, the coldness and warmth of Risotto's tongue made an almost perfect combination and that cold metal object on his tongue made him lose more of your mind.

This action could make you feel closer and closer to your limit. Your head was thrown back while your mouth was flooded with moans. Risotto then continued this action, adding more rudeness and speed with each lick, your legs trembling while your mind allowed you to think of nothing but this moment, your back arched and you could feel that you were about to reach your climax and Risotto had noticed it.

When you were about to come, Risotto stopped and quickly left the place without saying anything. There was a silence for a few seconds, interrupted only by your heavy breathing.

It was then that Risotto took your chin roughly and forced you to look into his eyes. Risotto couldn't help but feel his member tingle as he saw the beautiful expression on his pet's face.

Your breathing was heavy. A few small tears welled up from the pleasure and a huge blush appeared on your face. All broken up, just the way he wanted it to be. Risotto just smiled at you and then planted a quick kiss on your lips. He broke the kiss and looked at you with a dominating, cold stare as he said a few words.

"You want to come, don't you? Why don't you show your master why he should let you come, slut?"

You just nodded, and then Risotto just let a small smile slip out of his lips, followed by a "good girl," which caused you to get on your knees in front of him. He looked at you with those crimson and dark eyes that managed to make your whole body tingle. But before you started, Risotto had given you a present in your mouth with the help of his stand and that was a piercing.

After this you started your work, taking the other member in your mouth, you had to admit that it was quite difficult to do this with his hands chained, but you would do it anyway and try to get a little revenge with it.

You decided to take one of the other's members in your mouth. Then you slowly and delicately moved your tongue up and down the length of the member. This caused a few sighs from Risotto's lips, and then he moved upward.

You move it up to the head of the large member and begin to use your tongue like a baby sucking on candy. You make circles with your tongue around the head of the penis. Risotto was surprised to see how good you were at this, especially with your hands tied, but he knew it was because of the piercing he had given you.

You just kept at it, never failing to make eye contact with Risotto's cool gaze. Your lips were warm, like a warm embrace of his member, and Risotto loved it, loved to see you take him with such passion and devotion. But you still wanted your revenge. And so it was.

You quickly bit into your master's member, mercilessly and cruelly. Risotto let out a loud moan as he frowned.

"You bitch!" He was furious. Then he grabbed your hair tightly, bending your head down to insert his member into your mouth, cutting off your breath. Then Risotto started to fuck your mouth, making rough and fast movements, making you cough a little due to the size of his member, this rhythm was no longer comfortable for you and only brought pleasure to Risotto, this didn't bother him and in fact another idea came to his mind as he smiled mischievously while small tears escaped from you due to the lack of air and the choking sensation.

Risotto put his free hand on your neck and squeezed it tightly, smiling as he felt his member in your throat. You felt the air leaving your body and tried to breathe through your nose, but it was impossible. Risotto continued to fuck your mouth as he applied more pressure to your neck. You just begged for some air, but that was ignored by Risotto until he came in your mouth and face, making you swallow the white liquid. Risotto just got down on his knees to face you.

You were a rough woman and therefore not sunk in tears, but some tears had come out of your eyes due to the choking sensation. Risotto noticed this and decided to give you a caress. He ran one of his fingers over your lips and then he placed a couple of kisses on your forehead and your eyes.

He licked the remains of semen that had fallen on your face, with delicacy at the same time that he mentioned a few words while he put a finger on your chin and looked you in the eyes.

"C'mon, it's normal for a master to punish his pet if he misbehaves, just like it's normal to give him treats if he behaves well." He then said and smiled at you then stroked your hair.

You ignore his words and just decided to throw it making it fall backwards on the floor, while you climbed on the floor, leaning your knees on the floor, to then bring your face close to Risotto's face, while you looked at him with a dominant and threatening tone.

"Ahh yes, and because you think you can tame me, do you think I'll just let myself win and not put up a fight, Noo, the one who will end up begging here will be you. The one who will end up being each other's pet around here will be you." You said as you returned the look and smile that used to haunt Risotto's face.

Risotto admitted it, that stubborn attitude made you even more attractive and sexy, but he never let himself be tamed, he had to show you who was your master.

Nero in one swift movement climbed on top of you placing one of his knees on your groin and smiled at you, he would have fun with his new game.

Risotto released his erection from his pants, pulling it out into the air and then began to rub it against the wet fabric already on your legs, you simply let moans escape from your mouth as you arched your back, your whole body was already sensitive from the foreplay. Nero started biting and kissing your neck, and then began to remove your shirt, revealing your breasts.

The white haired man began to move his member in circular movements and to rub it more and more rudely, he wanted to hear that word leave your lips, he needed to know how much you needed it.

"I won't tell you what your heart's desire is." You said, but Risotto knew that wasn't true. He continued to move his lips down your body, going over your neck, your collarbone, your breasts and then your stomach, being more passionate about the last part, leaving kisses and bites.

You felt your body begging for attention. But you would not give Risotto what he wanted to hear. Nero, seeing this, simply took his large member and placed it on your belly. Then he smiled at you and said:

"Just say the word and you'll have all of this inside of you."

You just let a sigh escape your lips as you threw your head back, you needed it but you didn't want to admit it and you didn't want to, so while Risotto was doing this you just wrapped your arms around his neck and used your strength to pull his face close to you.

"Come on, you need it more than I do, just do it," you smiled.

Risotto simply broke free of this grip, to then spread your legs apart, giving him a better view of your entrance, as he used his stand once more to summon a pair of handcuffs, and to bind your feet.

"Wow, you really like being chained up like a pet, I think the next time we meet I'll bring you a present." He smiled at you

Nero knew full well that the way things were going you wouldn't say the words he wanted to hear so he decided to insert his member one at a time as he stopped, he wouldn't move until you said what he wanted to hear, you just let out a loud moan as you felt Risotto enter you.

"Ha, you were the one who was in need of me the most." You let out a snort.

"Oh yeah, well I'm not going to move until you ask me to."

Your brow furrowed. Honestly, you needed him already, but you don't know if you'd let him win either.

"Oh, is that so? Well, then you can be on hold forever."

"Really?" Risotto said. He bent his body and looked at you with that wicked look and smile on his face. Then their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Both mouths played for control of the other and their tongues fought for territory. Risotto simply lowered his hands to your breasts and began to play with them, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your lips to one of your nipples. The cold metal and Risotto's skillful fingers were enough to bring you to your limit.

Risotto smiled. The warm spice enveloped his member. And your walls tightened around his member. You arched your back. Seeing this, Risotto simply decided to continue the caresses. He wanted to see how long it would take you to say those words. And so it was. After you came again, you said the words Risotto wanted to hear so much.

"Fuck, fuck me, I can't stand it anymore." Risotto just smiled. He looked into your eyes and answered.

"I will. If you say it in a more polite way." He said. He moved his hips a little to motivate you.

"Please master, play with me. Tear me apart." You said a little frustrated. He would definitely pay you back.

And so it was. Risotto began to move his hips with a little roughness and intensity, increasing his speed with each thrust so he could get used to the size of your member.

This caused several moans and sobs from your mouth, you were getting closer and closer to your limit, Risotto simply decided to put your legs over his shoulders, making his thrusts deeper and deeper. This caused you to come for the third time, squeezing him even more, making Risotto bite his lip and also let out a few grunts. Risotto continued like this for a few minutes until he reached his limit, as did you. Finally, he came inside you.

Risotto remained inside you for a few minutes, enjoying the warm sensation that this place gave him, while you felt how this warm liquid caressed your walls, a sensation that undoubtedly made you come 5 times, overstimulated and lost in pleasure, completely shattered while you tried to catch your breath, just as Risotto wanted.

He finally decided to come out of you and then watched as the sperm slowly left his entrance, a very sensual sight that made him feel tingling in his lower part. As he removed the stand and the handcuffs, he gave you a few caresses.

You just laughed a little as you felt the warm and delicate touch, while you said: "Fuck you", between gasps, trying to catch your breath with your body full of sweat.

Then Risotto decided to help you get up and give you a warm shower full of caresses and cuddles. After all, you had to give affection to the pets and bathe them after playing with them.

But after all these caresses, Risotto had tied you to the chair again. You were now his toy, but that did not guarantee that you would not betray him and run away.

And so it was, you were now the toy of one of the most dangerous members of Passione, but you were also a prisoner from whom they had to get all the information. Well, it was the same for the other members, because Risotto had not told them that you were now his toy.

[rougepancake]

Just My Type

FT. Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, & Giorno Giovanna

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. Fem!Reader. Stalking, panty stealing, inappropriate use of stands, pervy jojos, masturbation, accurate to their individual timelines. Don Giorno and Cop Josuke. NOT PROOFREAD!!

SUMMARY: Perv headcanons for the JoJo’s up through part five. Might make one for the JoBros-

JONATHAN JOESTAR

Out of all of them, he feels the most guilt

He’s a gentleman, after all

First it starts out with him eyeing your body, taking subtle peeks throughout the day

It then escalates to him brushing against you gently, and it kills him

There’s not much he can do outside of watching you and getting off to you before bed

SPEAKING OF THAT-

He humps his pillow

God he’s so desperate and needy too

Especially when you have no idea. For whatever reason, it makes his heart swell

But he feels so bad about it. What if you ever found out? What would you do? Do you feel the same way about him??

Once saw you riding your horse and was genuinely never the same after that

There was something about how determined you looked, with that wistful look in your eyes that just turned him on

He’s so down bad that he asked Dio for advice

“Get her drunk and convince her to stay. She’s stupid enough anyways.” “Grope her… duh…”

Dio does NOT give two shits about wether not his advice is legal

However, Jonathan follows through with the alcohol one

It’s his only chance to get close to you outside of studying alongside you

And to his surprise, you come over and share some wine with him

Thankfully, you wind up getting tipsy first, which gives him the chance to make his move

“Ah, y/n. It’s not safe for you to travel back to your estate in such a condition. Allow me to provide you with somewhere to spend the night.”

He lets you stay in his bed, and even convinces you to wear his clothes to bed

Snuck into the room while you were asleep and just watched you

Oh how he wanted to touch you, to feel you, but he couldn’t. It felt like he couldn’t do anything about his feelings for you and it bothered him so

Also practically ruined his clothes once he got them back. (Listen man sometimes it’s hard to get cum stains out-)

Dio never lets him hear the end of it and proceeds to give him shitty advice

JOSEPH JOESTAR

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- this man is a WHORE‼️

He has no shame whatsoever and refuses to keep his feelings for you a secret

In fact, you can barely tell if he’s kidding or not when he hits on you

He steals your clothing

Shirts? Gone. Bras? Never to be seen again. Panties? Oh he’ll steal them, ruin them, and then slip them back into your dresser when he’s over

He loves the idea of getting away with it, and it turns him on to know that you’re just as clueless as ever

Slips pictures of himself into your house, leaving them on the counter to make you think of him

Honestly thinks he’s so smooth (Caesar thinks he’s fucking weird)

Has no problem with smacking your ass out of the blue

Also really likes to pick you up and bury his face in your chest

Has collected various photos of you and gets off to them almost every night

Like it’s just a pic of you smiling and he’s hard as hell

While Jonathan whimpers and begs, Joseph moans and mutters

On the loudness scale he’s about 13/10

He does not give a flying FUCK about who hears him

Talks dirty while he fucks his hand, closing his eyes to picture your beautiful face between his legs, smiling up at him

Yeah he likes to take sneak peeks of you in the bath, so what?!

Does all of this with the mentality of “she’ll be mine eventually, so I’m entitled to a head start-“

JOTARO KUJO

Feels a little guilty about it at first, but never feels that way ever again once he gets ahold of a Polaroid of you in a bikini

Carries that shit around with him EVERYWHERE

He has also collected various photos of you, and has a mini photo album that’s dedicated to pictures of you smiling

Sorry but I think he’s into dacryphilia

Sure he loves to see you happy and enjoying yourself, but he just thinks you look so pretty when you cry

He fucking loves it when you come to him in tears, taking it as his chance to wrap his arm around you and bring you in closer to him

He constantly tells you that you’re annoying, but would smash you in a heartbeat

Enemies to lovers bs but he’s in love with you from the start

He prefers to steal your bras over anything else (he seriously has a thing for tits-) and DOES NOT give them back until they stop smelling like you

He also (occasionally) steals your shirts and replaces them with his own. The idea of you walking around in one of his shirts when it’s too big for you really gets him going

Loves to take you out for drinks and then escort you back home

Even better if you’re a lightweight

It gives him a reason to carry you back to your place and tuck you in bed

Once found your ‘special drawer’ while snooping around and fucking stole your vibrator

Granted, he bought you a much better one and snuck it into your drawer, but you were pissed when you noticed it’s absence

He has, and will continue to, use Star Platinum/The World to stop time and get his hands on you

Even if it’s just for a few seconds, he’ll be thinking about it all day

Oh god and Star Platinum loves you too

Grabs and holds you. 10/10 cuddler, even if Jotaro is incredibly embarrassed

You’ve always just seen it as ‘Jotaro’s lonely side’ and nothing more, so you don’t tell off Star

Star has been known to sneak away from Jotaro just to hang out with you

If you and Joot ever end up sharing a hotel room together for any reason, Star will hump you in your sleep

Now, Jotaro lets out low grunts and moans, but is typically quiet when getting off. STAR PLATINUM???? Fucking whimpers and whines like there’s no tomorrow

This man is hanging on by a thread

JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

Man

On the guilt scale, he’s second place for sure

Feels HORRIBLE

But is also like his dad with the “yolo” mentality

Steals your shirts and shorts, sleeps in them (even if they’re too small), and refuses to give them back

Like your clothes just keep vanishing and you’re like ???

Has used Crazy Diamond to sneak into your place and has no real intentions of stopping

Has a shit ton of photos of you sleeping hidden away in his room

Really just wants to hear you call him a good boy

When he’s needy, he is NEEDY. Humps his pillow, whimpers, whines, the whole ass package

His hand just isn’t enough for him anymore

Unlike his father, he’s not brave enough to get close to you or touch you. My guy can’t even hug you without turning a bright shade of red

Oh and if you come over to play games with him, he’s a total goner

Absolute mess of a man

Can’t do shit without being embarrassed, so he’s a lot less weird than the others

But by god what he would give to hear you call him a good boy

It’s like his one dream

Rohan once used Heaven’s Door on him to get more dirt on him and has (some) no regrets. Will never let Josuke hear the end of it.

“Ohoho you like y/n? Josuke you good for nothing pervert. Give the woman a break.”

Prays that one day you’ll be in trouble and he’ll be the officer sent out to save you

GIORNO GIOVANNA

He’s one second away from going full blown yandere

You can’t change my mind

He’s got everything he needs at his fingertips, and could easily take you away without having to lift a finger

Openly flirts with you, but treats you with such respect that you can’t tell if he’s just being nice or not

Also spoils you

Buys you anything he’s ever seen you take interest in

Even if you don’t really want it, it WILL show up at your door eventually

Makes sure to sign his gifts to you so you don’t forget who it is that’s spoiling you like this

Kisses your hand and cheeks in a way that he claims is platonic

Loves it when you trust him enough that you can come to him for anything. Gossip? Do tell. Something bothering you? Just let him know and he’ll have it all sorted out in no time

I shit you not he makes you sit on his lap while you tell him about your day

You think it’s because the two of you are such good friends, but he actually just loves the sight of you pressed against him

His voice gets higher pitched when he gets off, and he begs a version of you that doesn’t exist to let him cum, pleading with you over and over

Eventually, he’ll start to feel bad about it, but he’d much rather live in the moment

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: smut head canons

characters: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo (part 4), Female Reader

rating: NSFW

Jonathan Joestar

He’s an Adonis with a heart of gold and he will make sure to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt in your life. Do not be intimidated by his impressive size, he will take all the time for you to be ready and will go nice and slow.

Once in the heat of the moment, he will go as hard or soft as you want. Your pleasure comes first and seeing how good you feel is enough for him to come undone. He’s incredibly passionate and romantic. He’ll make it his mission to have you come multiple times.

Do not expect him to be a missionary only type of man. Once he gets comfortable he’s likely to want to learn and try every sex position he can and perfect it, too. And he has the stamina and sheer raw power that’ll support it.

Joseph Joestar

Oh, you’re in for a very fun time. Joseph is naturally playful, mischievous, and naughty. He will have you smiling and giggling as he playfully wrestles you, but after pinning you down things are going to get very heated.

Bodies can make weird noises, people can bump heads…whatever embarrassing thing that could happen during sex you don’t have to worry about it with Joseph. He’ll simply laugh it off and make you feel at ease or he’ll be so into whatever you two are doing he won’t notice.

Kink is inevitable with him. Crossdressing, sissification, pegging, spanking, brat taming (he’s the brat), using Hamon. And don’t worry when he cums before you, he can go for rounds and rounds and rounds…

Don’t be surprised if he asks for Caesar to join, too.

Jotaro Kujo

They were talking about Jotaro Kujo when they came up with “tall, dark, and handsome” and he’s as stoic as they come. But if you’re lucky enough to find yourself in his bed…well, this means he trusts you deeply and quite possibly even loves you.

Don’t expect him to show the same dominance he does with an enemy stand user though. He will be completely submissive to you. Tie him up, blindfold him, gag him, peg him. Surrendering complete control to you is the moment of reverie he needs from his stressful life.

He doesn’t make a lot of noise apart from muffled groans, moans, and whimpers but he’s a sucker for dirty talk. So call him a good boy and tell him he takes you so well and he’ll be ready to come undone.

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every room in the Joestar Manor was enormous. sometimes, you wondered how on earth you managed to get them all tidy— it felt, especially on the days like this one when neither the Master of the House nor his polite son Jonathan were home, like you simply wandered aimlessly down never ending corridors. into a study to pick up fallen books, and back out to clean the massive windows in the hallways until the warmth from the sun coaxed a few, minuscule droplets of perspiration to your temple.

bedrooms, oh how there were so many bedrooms!

the guests rooms were mostly untouched, so you tidied them first; dusting trinkets and fluffing pillows, sweeping and mopping the floors before you would move on to George’s. George’s room was rarely in need of tidying, but you enjoyed the familiar smell of his cologne and the softness of his bedclothes as you straightened up. there was something so calming and fatherly about the residual warmth and scent left against his sheets and pillows, that always reminded you how lucky you were to have stumbled along his carriage years ago, trembling and soaked from a harsh rain. a strict man, but the type of father figure you could’ve used in your childhood, you were somewhat envious of his sons and their privilege.

it wasn’t until you made your way down the long corridor, approaching Dio’s room, that you heard something. a faint hissing, as if air was pushed through a nose on the other side of the door. you froze, your hand on the knob, considering the possibility that Dio was still inside. your heart thumps, anxiety flooding your veins. you’d hoped that he’d joined Jonathan and George on their outing, or perhaps slipped out to find someone in the city to terrorize, however it seemed that you couldn’t get so lucky. turning the knob, you gently push the door open and peek inside.

“You took so long, you must be slacking off on your chores.”

your breath catches in your throat as you stand frozen in the doorway.

Dio is sprawled out on his back in an ocean of sheets and a warm duvet, but he is utterly and completely nude. it was difficult to avert your eyes ( even though with a yelp of pure shock you managed to do so ), but not before getting an eyeful of all the adopted son— the Black Sheep— of the Joestars had to offer. muscles rippling through his thighs and up his abdomen, a broad and impeccable chest that was heaving up and down with ragged breaths, and both large hands wrapped around a mighty cock pointing straight up towards the ceiling. the reddish tip was nearly heart-shaped, and throbbing veins mapped their way down to a bed of golden pubic hair and his swollen sac. dragging his grip from the head to the middle of his shaft, Dio let out a soft moan that targeted your sex directly.

“O-oh, my!” you cry out, almost attempting to speak over the sound that was turning your knees to jelly and pooling your core, you cover your eyes with one hand, the other holding on to the bedroom door for dear life as your face burns from humiliation. “Forgive me, young master Dio, I-I- assumed you had gone out—“

Dio’s brows are tightly knit, and he glares at you with a narrowed, crimson stare, eliciting a soft huff as he pleasures himself. “What are you doing just standing there?” he demands, ignoring your flustered apologies. “You’ve work that needs to be done, no?”

your heartbeat thuds against your rib cage, and you try to find your breath with an uncertain nod.

did he really expect you to clean his room whilst he laid there and played with himself?

“Then get to it.”

it was several seconds before you could force your feet to carry you deeper into the bedroom. there was a heavy, tense silence as you tried to keep your eyes off of his naked form on the bed, and he continued to stroke himself. stumbling over to a heap of laundry, you quickly grab an armful and find the hamper, grateful for the moment that you can turn your back on him. but even as you shied away, you could feel his stern stare burning a hole into your back, and he ran the pad of his thumb against his tender slit and grunted. “Fuck…”

the expletive hangs in the air around the two of you for several more seconds, your trembling hands gripping the edges of the hamper as you close your eyes tightly, listening to the slick smacking sound of his self-pleasure.

“Did I tell you to freeze up like a scared, little rabbit?” Dio hissed, and something from his bedside table clattered to the floor directly after. you didn’t have to look to know that he’d batted something on to the floor in order to force you to move closer to his bed. “Are you so sensitive?”

“N—no, sir,” you tremble, stumbling over to the side of the bed with your eyes pinned to the floor. you come upon his rugby trophy laying by your feet, and as you reach down to retrieve it, one of his hands slips underneath your skirt. “Master?!” all of the breath seems to be sucked from your lungs as his thick fingers worm their way beneath your cotton panties and dig into the supple, vulnerable flesh of your ass. “What are you doing?!” you consider jerking back, squirming out of his grip and running away, but his voice is low and husky as it stops you.

“Stand still, let me feel what you’re hiding under that frumpy, little dress you always wear.” as he speaks, his fingers explore further, gripping handfuls of your ass cheek before slipping between your thighs. they tighten together as if that could keep the man from invading your core, but it doesn’t. his fingertips poke and prod along the trail between your netherlips, gathering slick upon them with a low growl. “Sloppy wet already? I’ve barely touched you.”

“S—stop…” you were hardly able to get the breathy out before Dio hooked his fingers around your panties and uses the grip to pull you forward, lifting up just enough for the damp cotton to slot between your folds and your ass cheeks. pulled to your tiptoes, you mew and grind your teeth, closing your eyes tightly to keep from crying out.

Dio’s ruby eyes are hard and unblinking, his jaw working as he grumbles, low through his sneer. “Am I, or am I not, your master?”

slowly, you nod, writhing on your toes in discomfort as the lingerie rubs against your most vulnerable sections. “Y—you are…”

“And are you, or are you not, the help? A pathetic, little runaway maid.”

another nod, and you take a stuttering breath, “M—Master, please… it hurts—“

“I’m surprised at you. You actually sound quite cute like this, begging and helpless.” you hear the slapping of Dio pumping his cock again, to the tune of your begging for mercy. “What do I get in return for my benevolence?” he teases, tugging harder on the distressed cotton to coax another whimper from your trembling lips. the rigid fabric and the way it grinds against your core has every one of your muscles tensed.

“Anything…” you pant. your feet are aching from standing this way. your panties are ground so tightly against your swollen clit that even the most subtle movements of Dio’s hand seems to ignite a fire deep in your sex, and you would do anything to be released from this agony. “Anything, master! I promise!”

Dio chuckles thickly, but seems pleased enough with your answer, loosening his grip until you can stand flat-footed on the ground again. your panties, pulled completely out of their original shape, droop, but it doesn’t matter, because Dio is quick with his demands. “Take them off,” a flippant gesture to your groin, and you know he means your panties. “And hold up your skirt.”

blushing, fuming with humiliation but knowing better than to disobey him, you do as instructed, shimmying your panties down until they pool at your feet. then, you grasp two fistfuls of your skirt and pull it upwards, exposing your now bare cunt. Dio examines the sex, his hand lingering between your legs in order to shove them further apart until you’re spreading them, before he smirks, and takes his cock in both hands again. “You present that drooling cunt to me like you’re keen to feel me fuck it.” he moans again, starting to grip and stroke himself in a cruel, hard rhythm. you could see the fingers that’d teased your folds only moments before were shiny with your essence, smearing your smell over every inch of his veiny, thick cock.

you can’t help but only get wetter at the sight, embarrassed by your own body’s willingness to betray you, your arousal dribbling down your thighs and leaving a sticky residue that Dio beams at.

it only spurs him to fuck his own hands much faster and harder, his powerful hips bucking up off the bed as his moans and heavy panting joins the symphony of skin slaps. “You can be… a good girl,” he groans, hoarsely, “it just needs to be bullied out of you.”

you hadn’t realized, at first, what he meant. you were staring at the furious pumping of his fists, the way his bold cockhead speared through the tight canal provided by his own vice, and beaded precum that dribbled over his knuckles. you were entranced by the thought, and beside yourself, you began to imagine what his cock would feel like as it barreled through you. how tightly you would have to stretch over him. how his thick and pumping veins would rub your walls in just the right way. they seemed to agree, because they spasmed, and you let out a needy, little whimper, clenching around air.

“Come.” Dio demands, one of his hands flying off of his own cock to grasp your dress at the neckline. a wet fist forms, and he jerks you closer to the bed, ripping buttons off in the process. the fabric flays open, exposing your naked breasts, nipples already hard, and your chest rising and falling with anxious, uneven breaths. but you stumble closer, as close as you can get, until he swings his legs over the side and nearly pulls you into his lap. both of your hands immediately flee to his chest, moreso to steady yourself than to push him away, and you feel the heat beneath your palms. the sweat that makes his skin slick and red.

Dio doesn’t seem to notice, or he doesn’t care. his red eyes are cast downwards, one hand guiding the tip of his dick between your sensitive netherlips. you let out a soft noise of protest, uncertain if he intended to penetrate you, but you hadn’t the time to react if he had. rubbing the slit up against throbbing button, he hisses one more, exasperated curse, before he erupts.

sliding you up and down, running his dick tip laps between your folds and dipping it into your hole to tease your tightness, he howls and cums— white webbing that smells of him claiming your needy twat, inside and out.

you were shaking almost as much as he, every bump against your tender button eliciting a whine from your lips, but you hadn’t noticed just how much pleasure you were feeling until your thighs trembled when he finally left his mark and pushed you away from him. your core was buzzing, begging for more stimulation than he was willing to provide.

“Now your sloppy, little cunt belongs to me.” Dio grinned as he gazed upon his handiwork, admiring the way his spunk stained you, and globs of it dripped down your legs. his eyes slowly run the length of you— your skirt still balled up in your fists, your torn open dress and vulnerable breasts, and finally your countenance twisted in spoiled pleasure and uncertainty. his voice is dark and taunting. “Whenever I decide you’re a worthy thing to be fucked.”

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pairings ⸺ university student!fem!reader x university teacher!part 4! jotaro summary ⸺ your biology university teacher who you've been eyeing almost your entire time there finally decided to take notice to you despite you being known for a.. well, slut. tags ⸺ student and teacher (university), age gap, man handling, semi-public, brat taming, tit fucking/boob job, gagging, oral sex, biting, light choking, marking, discreet sex, fingering, provoking, cunt-slapping, rough sex, masturbation (?), riding, degrading, praising, slut shaming, making out, size kink, thigh riding, pinning, spanking, squirting, edging, eating out. word ⸺ 1,955 words 10,053 characters notes ⸺ this was another one i made before my joseph one so technically this was my first lol. again thank you to anyone who wants to read this EXCEPT for minors, minors please dni.

The silence in this classroom was unnerving.

It was the fact that your friends all changed their mind last minute and once you had already settled in the biology classroom, we all agreed to go to before they ditched you. now here you were, stuck with the biology teacher you have had a crush on ever since you started going to this university and two other classmates…

Mr. Kujo. From what you know and heard, he's going through a divorce and even has a daughter. He was 6'5 and muscular. It was safe to say he was attractive since he got most of the girls hot and bothered. It wasn't just that he was a hot divorced teacher though, it was the way he spoke down on the people who didn't take their classes seriously and it almost made me wonder if he could do just as well in bed.

So here you are, sat staring and dazed by the drop-dead gorgeous man's voice echoing through the classroom. It was bad enough that none of your friends were here but it got even worse when the two others had good excuses to leave which left just you and him. You were snapped out of your thoughts when he asked you a question directly.

"Are you listening?" His tone was low but not like he was angry, or maybe but you were too entranced to pay attention right now.

"Yes Jotaro." You smirked and made direct eye contact with him. Seeing the annoyed expression slowly filling his face in when you called out to him by his name.

"Watch it." This time his almost dangerous and sharp words sent a shiver down your spine and straight to where you needed him most, an almost pulsating feeling taking over for a few mere seconds before you looked back to him and noticed the unmistakable boner straining at his pants and goodness gracious was it large.

It was impressive how he managed to compose his emotions and speak clearly despite his little issue. You stifled a laugh and he knew you knew now. He huffed and sat back down in his seat, shifting rather uncomfortably and leaning back. Standing up and the heels of your shoes clicked as you made way over to his desk to sit on it and make yourself comfortable.

"Is that cause of me?" He stayed silent and you knew he'd never dare to admit it but he didn't have to cause you could already tell, it made you a little prouder. Maybe being ditched wasn't that bad.

Your gaze quickly shifted to the key on his desk and you could only assume it was for the door, so without thinking you took it off the desk, snatching it and quickly moved to lock the door. When you turned back around, you saw he looked shocked but intrigued and when you saw him pat his lap, I knew what was going to happen next.

Tossing the keys onto the desk you straddled one of his thighs and he messily slammed his lips onto yours. Between the noises of muffled groans and the sloppy making out was you lightly grinding onto his thigh and feeling myself get wetter and wetter with every second. Your lips parted with a pop then he went to attack my neck and lay out a series of hickeys which you already accepted that you'd feel proud of after this. It was until he picked you up and put you onto his desk that everything was calm, it caught you by surprise the way he split your thighs open and stared at the now wet fabric standing in his way of where he was obviously headed but don't fret, he solved this by ripping the panties off you and you couldn't help but gasp at how easily he did it.

With no warning or preparation, he went at it with his tongue flickering on your clit intensely, it wasn't unexpected just too quick and as embarrassing as it was to admit it but it almost made you want to cum from just that, the way his tongue flexed against the folds and ate you out hungrily like a starved man made you want more. Your hand wandered to take his hat off him and grab at his hair pathetically almost like a futile attempt to stop him but he could see from the way your back arched that you wanted otherwise.

All was well until you felt two long and slim fingers prodding at your entrance before making their merry way into you and you swore you felt your soul leave your body when he made eye contact for a few seconds before refocusing on what was now his meal. Of course you weren't quiet during this, who would be silent if you had someone going at your pussy like you were their biggest enemy? You were loud and he furrowed his brows in obvious annoyance that you couldn't hold back the obvious string of whines and moans which he solved by stopping and giving a few soft slaps to your already puffy and swollen clit. Then you felt it -- something snapped and you threw your head back against the table and got louder, gripping his hair and the edge of the table with a painful hold. Your eyes were going back and you could see stars for a split second before you blinked and realized he stopped only to look down and see his face completely wet and you realized you had squirted and began crying.

"Good grief." Something about the way he said it made you quiver and before you knew it and although the tears from the aftershock of the orgasm were still pouring a little he straightened up and reached out to rub them away and as if you didn't just have the best orgasm of your life, you felt yourself get horny all over again. He sat back down on his chair obviously spent but you weren't done yet and instead you took off your blouse and unclipped your bra to let loose to your tits as he watched with a certain desire in his eyes you couldn't quite make out. You get onto the ground in front of him and you make an effort to try and get the two belts off, struggling a little bit and fumbling but you manage, you take in the sheer length of him and wished he'd put this glorious thing in you first before anything and then you had an idea. You pumped his chair down a little and squeezed your tits together a little before taking his shaft into your hand and oh lord was it even bigger when you held it.. You slide his length in between the two soft mounds and do your thing as he leans his head back and groans with his grip on the arm rests looking severe.

The more you moved up and down the length of his dick the more precum started to leak out of the pretty and nicely shaped tip, you started to wonder what kind of demented woman would divorce her husband when he was someone like Jotaro. You were zoning out and you only snapped out of it when he came all over your tits and to him you looked like you were in a trance.. You scooped up a little of the liquid off your cleavage and tasted it whilst maintaining eye contact and it only seemed to drive him more… You were about to stand up when he grabs a load of your hair, you let out a gasp and he grabs a hold of his shaft to smear some of the left over cum onto your lips and slap it a little before prodding open your lips and shoving you down which made you gag and sent tears nudging at your eyes again.

"Slut." You heard his words echo in the empty class but also felt it echoing through your head as he forced your head up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. It almost felt right the way he was using your throat like this and you looked up at him to see him smirking before taking his other hand to wipe the tears away again and caress your cheek almost like he was trying to comfort you through this. He continued bringing you up to the point where your lips reached his tip and then down to where your nose touched his pelvis and you could tell he was enjoying this rhythm since the small grunts and groans were giving it away, eventually he came down your throat and you didn't even have the option to swallow because he decided for you.

He pats his lap again for you and you straddle him quickly on the chair reaching down to grab a hold of his cock to line it up to your entrance before you slowly lowered yourself, he held a dangerous grip on your waist before it slid up your side and massaged your tits a little, playing with the flesh and the nipple between his index finger and thumb. You couldn’t help but let out a loud string of moans as you started to move up and down on him, the feeling of him slipping in and out of me was way too much and he yet again solved this issue by taking his hand off my tit to reach it up to my neck to lightly squeeze it with a warning.

“Quiet down.” You swallowed the rest of the moans prodding at your lips and just moved up and down silently as his hand stilled at your neck and the other going to your waist and pulling you forward so that you could wrap your arms around his neck and he could have easier access to grab your ass with a rough grip on it.

“We have thirty minutes left, hurry.” With that you started going faster and it got even harder trying to hold back the lewd sounds since you were close. Sooner or later you came and he ended up cumming inside.

You pull off him and think you were finished, the feeling of relief and satisfaction left completely when he stood up and pushed you against the wall so you were facing it and pinning you to it. You understood without him having to say much and bent over so your ass was pressed against his still hard cock and you felt him slip in quick.

“Good girl,” He muttered before he leaned down and pressed kisses to your shoulders as you held the wall with one hand. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began plunging into you, you yelped out and moaned loudly but he was quick to silence you and cover your mouth. The sound of skin on skin was now audible as he bullied your insides, his pace quick as if there was no tomorrow. He bit down on your shoulder as if trying to silence himself and you reached your free hand down to your clit.

Sometime later his thrusts got sloppier and uneven, though he was still quick and you couldn’t keep up yet. Then he slowed down and with two more thrusts he came with his hips stilling. Your hips connected together like puzzle pieces before he pulled out to rest his now softening cock on your ass.

The worst part was he put on his pants on then kissed you and left, you were in disbelief but it was hot how he used you. Your gaze flickered to the paper on the table and you took it.

“Come by tomorrow.”

thank you sm for reading!! i know it may not be the best considering my overusing of 'before' & 'and' but i hope to improve in the future!! (i hardly have motivation to write) if you have any requests for the next one just send a few tag suggestions/what you want in the fic and if its a character i dont rlly know then ill look at some clips or read about the character so i can try make it possible 4 u! tysm <3

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𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I AM REWATCHING GOLDEN WIND SO ITS THE PERFECT TIME TO OBSESS OVER GIORNO AGAIN. posted for my hoe for the holidaze event.  do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

Giorno Giovanna was a difficult man to be betrothed to. 

not because he was calloused or paid no attention to you— it was actually the opposite. your fiancé doted relentlessly on you, always allowing you to sit in his office with him while he worked ( even during meetings in which his men would give you uncertain looks as they reported sensitive information to him ), and he’d always reach for your hand, hold it on your knee and allow his thumb to stroke the delicate skin as he spoke. he also loved to kiss you, and he would do so whenever he had a moment to do so. even if there was an emergency that required his immediate attention within the ranks; on his way out the door, he would always take the time to tilt your chin up so that he could trace your couplet with his own. 

and it was this amount of dizzying affection that made it so impossible to keep yourself from lusting after him. 

but Giorno was, first and foremost, one of the most chivalrous men you’d ever met. even with his Gangster status, he was always trying to do the right thing when it came to his future with you. and, unfortunately, one of his intentions had always been to keep your pure and virtuous until the wedding, so as not to shame your family. 

“I don’t want you to regret it.” he’d whispered to you once in the dark as he held you. you’d begged him to just take you already— traditions be damned. he wasn’t having any of it. “I want you to be ready to give yourself to me, and not just physically.” he’d kissed your temple when you grumbled about being ready, and chuckled softly. “Wait it out. If not for yourself, be good for me. I want to love you for the first time knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to satisfy your urges any other way he possibly could. 

“Please, don’t stop.” 

you were whimpering, back arching against the door he had you pinned to. Giorno had one hand pressed into the door behind your head to keep you from hitting it when you squirmed, and the other was moving under your skirt. with the long, lithe fingers you’d come to know so damn well, he could make you tremble and beg until you wanted to collapse on the floor in a heap of pathetic sobs. the first two curled inside, the svelte tips massaging a cluster of hypersensitive nerves that had you rolling your head on your shoulders, pressing it back against the back of his hand, and moaning. 

“D—Don Giovanna—“ 

but he frowns, pressing his forehead to yours. “My name,” he murmurs, allowing his lips to dance only inches from yours as he pumps his fingers deeper. you could feel the chill of metal as his rings, scattered on his remaining digits, press against your netherlips— he’d been considerate enough to take the two off of his fingers he intended to use on you, and they lay forgotten on the large, mahogany desk a few feet away. your hands were gripping his shoulders, but they slid over the expanse of his chest as it rises and falls with heavy breathing. you’d already untangled his braid, and his golden tresses hung around his face and shoulders like curtains, billowing as your ragged breath hits the strands. his shirt was also open, and you use the rare opportunity to dig your nails into the pads of muscles in his chest. “Say my name.” they were unyielding, but you already knew that. you could feel just how solid he was underneath his clothes when he pulled you in for a loving kiss or hugged you close at night. 

“Giorno…” you mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his skillful pumping. “Giorno!” 

he moans, too. and it’s such a beautiful sound. 

pressing his body closer to yours, he nuzzles his face in your neck to kiss and suck all over, finding your sweetest spots in mere seconds, while his pace between your thighs picked up. you could tell he was enjoying it, too, breathing heavily on your skin before latching on to leave his signature in a love bite that would be easily covered by your collar. 

“Please— let me touch you, too…” you were hesitant, because you could feel him grinding a firm lump in his pants against your thigh, trying to relieve the pressure he felt, but you’d never been able to get your hands on it. but, you allow your hands to fall to his belt, the very tips of your fingernails dipping underneath to tease the faint trail of blonde hair that no doubt led to your desire. “Giorno, I want to feel you…” 

“Not yet,” he whispered, and you gripped his belt, frowning. he must’ve felt you inhale, ready to protest, because he pulls away from your neck to smother your mouth in fierce kisses, curling and twisting his fingers against your fluttering walls until you’re whining and pliable. “I’m dying to be inside you…” he moans into your mouth, pressing his body against yours. you could feel the tent jabbing at his zipper and you know it must be just hardly keeping his erection contained. it must be painful. “I want to feel you, too, amorina,” he crooned, breathless, using your very favorite pet name. “I’m starved for you. I’m just barely able to resist the urge to lay you on my desk. If I even feel your soft hands wrap around me, I’ll lose that battle.” 

your eyelids are heavy, flittering slowly, and you roll your hips to meet the palm of his hand. he was drawing you closer and closer to the edge, and you knew he was trying to distract you. “I want you to fuck me, Giorno.” you moaned, and you could feel every muscle he had go taut beneath his skin. the specter of a pinky blush was raising in his cheeks, olive eyes staring into yours. you take this opportunity to hitch one of your legs on to his hip, hooking your ankle against the small of his back to pull him closer. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please… please just give it to me!” 

Giorno’s mouth hung slack, his hips jutting forward as if instinctively trying to give in to your begging, and he presses your buttons from the inside with the pads of his fingers. your belly ties in knots and you swoon. “I can’t,” he whispered, breathless, and you squirm. you’re coming undone even as he refuses to give you what you really want. “I gave you my word when I put this ring on your finger,” his free hand slips from behind your head to reach between you and grasp your hand, pulling it up to his mouth so that he could kiss the jewel in the center, “that I would do… everything… I could to take care of you. Didn’t I?” 

you nod, moaning his name under your breath like a broken mantra. you wanted to argue, and tell him that you would be better taken care of if he would just strip you down and fuck you right here, right now, but you knew that wasn’t the case. because Giorno didn’t just mean physically. when he promised to take care of you, he meant to keep you safe, fed, spoiled. he wanted to keep your reputation as pristine as it was before you were engaged to the Passione Boss. 

“I intend to keep my promise.” he moans, his golden brows furrowed, as if it also pains him to say it. but Giorno’s resolve is strong, and you know that he means it. he kisses the ring again, and this time, your finger, too. 

“Damn you for being so— responsible—“ you whimper. you tried to poke your bottom lip out into a childish pout, but his digits were working too skillfully on your nerves, pulling the orgasm out of you, and you allow your mouth to hang open so you can cry for him freely. 

he chortles a bit, fondly, and kisses you again to muffle your sounds as you get loud. no doubt, his guards with their heads just on the other side of the door was getting an earful. hell, maybe even Mista would be red faced and unable to look you in the eyes when he escorted you to the car that would take you home to wait for your husband-to-be’s return. his hand slows in tandem with your aftershocks once you’ve cum, allowing you to ride his palm at your speed until you’ve come to a shivering, panting stop. “I’ll give you every ounce of pleasure that I can with my fingers until you’re officially my wife. As often as you’d like.” he husks, slowly breaking the heated kiss to pepper your forehead with a litter of slower, softer pecks. “And, when the night finally comes that I can give every part of myself to you, I promise to worship your body with my mouth, my hands, and my cock until you can’t possibly keep your eyes open or your legs from trembling. Amorina, I promise that, as your husband, I’ll not stop until we’re both in tears.” 

reluctantly, you allow your leg to drop to the floor, but you nod, throwing both arms around his neck, and you lean in to kiss his jaw. “Giorno Giovanna,” you purr against his lips, turning your head to allow them to fit better against yours. “Is there no way to change your mind once it’s made up?” 

he smiles again, and shakes his head, both hands finding your waist to hold you steady so he can deepen the kiss you initiated. after a moment or two, he pulls back. “Every time I kiss you, another pebble falls from the wall of my resolve. We’d better hold the wedding soon.” there’s a faint knock, three taps. Mista. he called out to Giorno that the car was here, and Giorno sighs, using his clean hand to caress your cheek. he didn’t want to send you away so soon, but you know he didn’t have a choice. 

nibbling on your own lip, you take his wrist and guide it back beneath your skirt, allowing his fingers to rub against your slick one more time, and gather your essence upon them. “Don’t stop thinking of me.” you demand, batting your eyelashes. when you release his wrist, he brings his hand up to his face and inhales deep. you didn’t miss the way he shudders when he catches your scent on his shiny fingers. 

“I would be the world’s biggest fool if I did.” 

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Attraction & Repulsion

You have known Jotaro Kujo since you were kids, but since middle school he has been absolutely sour towards you. When you are both assigned to work together for your senior project, he reveals something you didn't expect.

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CONTENT WARNING 18+ ONLY PLEASE

WARNING FOR : Handjob, Blowjob, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex

What was so appealing about Jotaro Kujo?

In your school, Jotaro was known as the resident bad boy - you could always catch him with a scowl on his face and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He was menacing, standing at six foot five and constantly peering down at everyone with an annoyed face. It didn’t help that the hat he wore often covered his face, casting a dark shadow over it. His deep, gruff voice often spat out expletives to his classmates and even to his teachers, who simply took it without argument. It wasn’t hard to spot him walking down the hallway, hands deep in his trademark trench coat.

But everything about him just annoyed you.

Why was he always so rude?! Sometimes he would glare at you when you passed him on your way to class, causing you to return it with your own. You would catch him smoking in the schoolyard, blowing the smoke out lazily. The smell of cigarette smoke often wafted in the air as he passed by, causing you to cough. Whenever you bumped into him by accident, he never apologized. Instead he would look down at you, his hat slipping down and making it hard for you to decipher his reaction. You would mumble an apology and keep walking, not even bothering to look back. It took everything in you not to snap at him when he would talk rudely to your teachers.

It was as if the Universe had decided to have him be a constant annoyance in your life. Your family lived down the street from him, with your father occasionally going out drinking with Jotaro’s father whenever he was in town. This meant that you attended all of the same schools as him, starting from preschool up until now in high school. During preschool you had attempted to befriend Jotaro, and the two of you had had a weird friendship up until your first year of high school. He started the school year as a practically new person, his face chiseled, his body tall and muscular, and his voice much deeper.

You suddenly were a pest to him.

His “bad boy” reputation fueled your dislike of him, and eventually it developed into a deep annoyance. You did your best to avoid him outside of class, but it was inevitable. Your father had begun asking about him, and you did your best to brush the question off and change the subject. Jotaro’s father had begun touring more, which meant that he hadn’t spent time with your father.

What a relief.

However, your friends did not share the same view as you and worshiped Jotaro. They were always drooling over him, squealing every time he walked by or whenever they caught a glimpse of him from a distance.

“He is such a dreamboat!”

It wasn’t uncommon during lunch for your friends to look across the courtyard and watch Jotaro as he casually smoked a cigarette. Despite their efforts to get his attention, he never once looked their way.

“He is so handsome,” your best friend, Anne, sighed.

You rolled your eyes, stabbing your fork into your salad.

“I have no idea what you see in him.”

“You’re just saying that because you’ve known him since you were kids!”

The fact that you were technically childhood friends with Jotaro was always hung over your head. You had insisted to your friends that he really wasn’t all that, but they refused to believe you. At first, they had felt threatened by your former friendship with him, but they had quickly dropped it.

“Stop staring and finish your food. Lunch is almost over.”

Your friends never stopped talking about him, and it was basically an obsession for them at this point.

“Why don’t you just start a fanclub for him?” you had suggested sarcastically.

They had taken your idea seriously, and there was an unofficial “Jotaro Kujo Fan Club” that was dedicated to keeping tabs on him throughout the school day and even his social plans outside of school. You weren’t sure if Jotaro knew about his “fans” (stalkers), as he never seemed to react to the girls who were always swarming around him.

“What is it about him that makes him so dreamy?”

The answer was always the same.

“He just has that bad boy aura, you know?”

“It makes him so sexy.”

“Gross,” you would reply with a wrinkled nose.

There had been a few times where your friends had begged you to introduce them to Jotaro, but you had refused every single time.

“He hasn’t talked to me since middle school. I don’t have much pull with him, sorry.”

“But you can try, right?!” Anne had cried.

“Why do you want him so bad?! He’s nothing but rude and annoying.”

Your statement had the table going quiet, each girl holding a hand over their mouth in shock.

“What? It’s true! Do you hear how he talks to the teachers?”

“The teachers are always rude to him!”

You had blinked, staring at your friends in bewilderment.

“When has that happened? Did I miss something?”

Your friends had refused to answer your question, which had made you sigh.

“He never apologizes to me whenever he bumps into me.”

“Maybe you should watch where you’re going.”

“Anne!” you had hissed. “Don’t be rude!”

“She has a point.”

Maybe you needed to find new friends?

With senior year coming to a close, you would hope their focus would shift from Jotaro to college. You continued to distance yourself from him, ignoring your parent’s questions about him and avoiding him in the hallways. Whenever he talked back to teachers during class, you would sink into your thoughts and wait for him to finish before focusing again. Sometimes he would be walking home at the same time as you, and you made sure to walk on the opposite side of the street and to walk as fast as possible.

It felt stupid, really, but what could you do? He was rude and annoying, and you wanted nothing to do with him.

To try and get credits for college, you had enrolled in an advanced Anatomy class that was taught by a professor from the local community college. In order to get the full credits, you were assigned a senior project. At the beginning of the school year, you had been briefly told about it, and would begin working on it during your last semester. After returning from your Winter vacation, your professor informed you that you would have to begin working on the project.

“I hope you all had a wonderful vacation!”

It was the first day back from vacation, and everyone was tired. You fought a yawn, resting your chin on your fist as you listened to your professor. Your family had traveled to Jeju Island for some nicer weather, and had flown back the morning before. With two months left in the school year, you were itching to be done.

“Well, it’s time to talk about your senior project, just like I promised at the start of the year!”

He stepped up to his laptop, starting the Powerpoint presentation and displaying it on the board.

“Drum roll please!”

Your classmates gave half-hearted pounding on their desks. The next slide was revealed, with GROUP PROJECT displayed.

“A group project! By group project, I mean groups of two.”

The announcement had your classmates waking up, glancing about the room at potential partners.

“You will be assigned a partner by me! I made the groups during vacation.”

A few groans spread around the room, causing the professor to raise an eyebrow.

“Your professors will do the same for you in college. You won’t know everyone in your classes, so it makes the process easier for you.”

He clicked to the next slide, which explained the project in detail.

“You and your assigned partner will be given a specific system in the human body. You will conduct research on it and develop a realistic model to explain its organs and functions.”

The next slide had a list of the organ systems. You had enjoyed learning about the nervous system, and you crossed your fingers under your desk that you would be assigned it.

“You have the choice of making a physical model or creating a 3D one with a design program that I will provide to you. I suggest discussing with your partner what is easiest for you.”

You pursed your lips. Perhaps a 3D model for all the nerves . . . ?

"Try to be as specific as possible! Make sure to include all organs, or you will lose points. There will be a presentation as well, so make sure to be as detailed as possible.”

Your professor crossed his arms across his chest.

“Okay, can I get another drumroll please? I have the groups on the next slide.”

The drumroll this time was much louder, and you continued to keep your fingers crossed under your desk. Your professor waited a minute before dramatically clicking onto the next slide, with GROUPS labeled at the top. Each line started with the specific organ system, with the partners listed after. The organs were listed in the order you had studied them, with the digestive system being first. The nervous system was fourth, and your heart sank when you saw that you hadn’t been assigned it. You kept scanning the slide, looking for your name and nearly slamming your desk when you found it.

Your name was written after the reproductive system, along with Jotaro’s name.

You were dreaming, right? This had to be a dream!

Turning your head towards his desk, you saw that Jotaro was already looking at you. His face had its usual stern, unreadable expression, and he acknowledged you with a subtle nod. You fought the urge to flip him off and, instead, looked forward to your professor, who was going over the rubric for the project.

You had no idea what kind of student Jotaro was, as you had never heard that he was taking remedial classes. While you were used to doing most of the work in group projects, the last thing you wanted to do was carry Jotaro’s responsibility for your last project. Huffing under your breath, you crossed your arms tightly and sank lower into your seat.

Plus, the reproductive system?! You had to examine . . . ugh.

Jotaro was still looking at you when you flickered your gaze towards him. The thought of having to discuss reproduction . . . and genitals . . . babymaking . . .

Heat rushed to your cheeks while goosebumps erupted along your skin.

Your classmates had been mature discussing the topic, especially when discussing sexual health, so you anticipated that Jotaro would be the same. Plus, you had never heard that he was dating or hooking up with someone, so . . .

Shaking your head, you tried to refocus on your professor’s words and failed. He began passing out the project packet, asking you to follow along as he reviewed it. You half followed along, your eyes drifting over to Jotaro occasionally. He had finally turned back towards your professor, tapping his pencil absently on his desk while he listened.

Maybe there was some hope?

The period began coming to a close, and the professor clapped his hands.

“Okay, the part everyone has been waiting for! Before we leave today, please introduce yourself to your partner and begin making a plan.”

Jotaro turned to look at you, and you knew he wouldn’t be coming to you. With a sigh, you begrudgingly grabbed your belongings and plopped into the desk next to him. One of his arms hung casually on the back of his seat, body turned towards you as he waited for you to speak.

“Er, hi.”

He didn’t respond, continuing to stare at you.

“Well, we have a fun system to explore. I can tackle the female system, while you do the male system. Makes sense, right?”

You opened your planner, flipping through until you reached the current week.

“If we plan early enough, we can probably finish this month. I’m sure you have other projects you need to work on.”

When he didn’t respond, you looked up at him. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to respond.

“Whatever.”

Anger began to rise in you, but you pushed it down.

“Okay, I’m going to pencil in I’m doing the female system, and you’re doing the male one.”

You scribbled the note down, glancing at your schedule for the rest of the week.

“This week is pretty light. We should schedule a meeting this week to make our plan and split up the work.”

Looking up again, you cocked your head to the side.

“Are you free this week?”

He sighed, lowering his head so his hat concealed his face.

“I need an answer, Jotaro.”

“Whatever, you decide.”

Your eye began to twitch.

“I can’t decide if I don’t know when you’re free.”

He didn’t respond again. You reached up to pinch the bridge of your nose, counting to five under your breath before trying again.

“Well, I’m free most of the week. Just find me when you’re ready to work.”

The bell rang, symbolizing your freedom from Jotaro. You jumped up, not even bothering to say goodbye as you stalked off. Anything to be away from him.

***

When you arrived home, your parents informed you they would be gone for the night. Your father had to attend a work meeting in the city, and the two decided to make a small vacation out of it together. They promised to be back tomorrow by dinner, and asked you to keep the house safe while they were gone. After ordering dinner, you got comfy on your couch, turning on Netflix and browsing through the home page.

A series of sharp knocks had you jumping, and you realized the food had arrived really fast. Grabbing the tip off the counter, you jogged to the front door and threw it open.

“Wow, thank you so much! You got here so fast -”

The words died in your throat as you realized it was in fact not the delivery driver. Instead, Jotaro Kujo was standing on your porch, hands tucked into his trenchcoat. You blinked up at him, trying to process the scene in front of you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

His deep voice grumbled in his chest as he spoke.

“I’m here to work on the project.”

You glanced behind him, gesturing to the darkened sky.

“Do you see what time it is?”

He ignored your question, glancing behind you into your house.

“Jotaro, what are you doing here?”

A pair of headlights shone on you two, and you realized the actual delivery driver was here. You brushed past Jotaro, tipping the driver and thanking him before returning to where Jotaro was still standing. He glanced down at the bag, raising an eyebrow at you.

“We normal people have dinner at this time. I haven’t had a chance to eat.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Jotaro, you haven’t answered my question.”

“I did.”

“You answered my question with a question,” you sighed.

He glanced behind you into your house again.

“Are you going to invite me inside?”

The two of you walked inside, with Jotaro slipping off his shoes as he looked around. You locked the door, placing your food on the table and settling back on the couch as you began unwrapping the bag and grabbing the food containers.

“You said you’re here to work on the project. Why?”

“I’m ready to work on the project.”

You shot him a glare as you chewed on your food.

“You’re ready to work on the project.”

He nodded, looking at you as if it was obvious.

You took a couple more bites before speaking again.

“I’m going to ask you again. Do you see what time it is?”

“Dinner time, apparently.”

You flushed, shooting him another glare.

“What have you been up to all afternoon that you couldn’t stop by earlier?”

“I was busy.”

You rolled your eyes, shoveling more food into your mouth.

“So busy I’m sure.”

It was his turn to glare at you.

“I’m not busy anymore, so now I’m here.”

You paused to take a long sip of your drink before finishing up your food.

“Uh huh.”

Gathering the trash, you slipped into the kitchen to throw the bag out before returning to sit beside Jotaro.

“Why can’t you just come back tomorrow? It’s late, I’m not sure how much work we can get done.”

He leaned back against the couch, throwing an arm across the back of the cushions.

“This is the only free time I have.”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head.

“I highly doubt that, but sure.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he leaned his face towards you.

“What, do you follow me like the rest of your friends do?”

Your mouth fell open. So he did know!

“God no! I have much better things to do.”

“I highly doubt that.”

His tone mocked your previous words, which made your skin bristle. You closed your eyes, sucking in a breath as you kept your anger at bay.

“Listen, why don’t you come back tomorrow? We can work on it here as soon as we get out of school.”

“I just told you, I can’t.”

“You haven’t given me an exact reason why,” you grimaced.

“What, are you my girlfriend?”

Heat flooded your cheeks as your mouth opened and closed in shock. Jotaro leaned further back into your couch, legs spreading open in a wide manspread. He seemed at ease, face calm as he studied you.

“In your dreams.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Look, I just have some stuff to take care of with my Mom.”

Holly Kujo was quite possibly the nicest person you had ever met, and you always wondered how Jotaro was her son. She had doted on you when you were a kid, sneaking extra cookies your way and happily supervising your play dates.

“Oh, why didn’t you just say that? Your Mom is so nice, so that’s fine.”

He grunted in response.

“Kakyoin and I also hang out, so that takes time too.”

Noriaki Kakyoin was in the same year as you both, transferring in halfway through the year. Just like Jotaro, he had his own personal fan club, but he was much nicer. The two were often spotted together, and you assumed Kakyoin was as much a delinquent as Jotaro was.

“I didn’t realize you two were besties.”

“Don’t say it like that,” he growled in irritation.

You giggled, shaking your head.

“That doesn’t sound like a denial!”

“Are we going to work on this damn project or not?”

The smile on your face was slowly wiped off.

“Can’t you, like, reschedule with your bestie?”

“Don’t call him that,” he warned.

“Whatever,” you sighed. “But, seriously, I’m tired, Jotaro. This project is worth a lot, and I want it to be as perfect as possible.”

He turned to look at you, studying your expression.

“We’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

You blinked up at him incredulously.

“Are you being serious right now?”

He sighed in irritation, leaning his head back against the couch cushion.

“Look, I’ll do whatever you say right now. If we can get a big chunk done like you said, I’ll back off for a bit.”

You considered his offer. He was right, if you could get a lot done tonight, you could focus on your other classes and prep for finals. A part of you was even okay with taking over for the remainder of the project, as long as he did his work for now. Plus, you wouldn’t have to keep hassling him to make time to see you . . .

Jotaro must have noticed your expression change since he suddenly turned his body towards you.

“So that’s a yes?”

Crossing your arms across your chest, you gave him a pointed look.

“On one condition. You do whatever I say. Like I said, this needs to be perfect.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mused. “You’ve been such a nerd since we were kids.”

It was the first time ever that he had mentioned your shared past.

“Sorry I want to go to a good school.”

“Nothing wrong with that. I’ve always known you were meant for good things.”

Who was the person sitting beside you?!

“W-well, why don’t we head to my room? I have a desk up there, plus my school stuff. Um, I’ll get some drinks and snacks.”

Jotaro disappeared up the stairs while you busied yourself in the kitchen. You knew he would see how flustered you were and tease you, so you took your time to try and calm yourself. When you entered your room, he was sitting on the floor by the foot of your bed, eyes roaming around. His eyes shifted towards yours before looking back at the wall.

“It smells nice in here.”

“O-oh, thanks.”

You placed the snacks and drinks beside him before sitting in front of your desk. Opening your laptop, you began rambling about the rubric for the project and what you both needed to do to ensure you got full credit. You pulled out the packet that your professor had given you and showed the notes that you had written earlier.

“I figured we could use this as a template and go from there.”

Jotaro didn’t respond, giving you a curt nod to symbolize that he was listening. You kept on, showing him the outlines that you had drafted in your planner and explaining your thought process. Turning back to your laptop, you created a series of files to share with Jotaro before turning to look at him again.

“So? What do you think?”

You looked at him expectantly, hoping he would keep his word from earlier. He shrugged, waving a hand dismissively at you.

“Whatever. If you think that works, fine.”

“Jotaro, take this seriously,” you hissed.

“I am.”

“Can you at least act like it?!”

You paused, closing your eyes to take in a deep breath.

“Look, can you at least give me some input?”

He took off his hat, placing it beside him while he ran a hand through his hair. Your breath got caught in your chest as you took in his face, no longer hidden under his hat. He turned to look at you, dark brows creasing. His face was sharp - a sharp nose, sharp jaw, with the outlier being his soft, pouty lips. You blinked, realizing he was talking to you.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Er, no. Sorry.”

His lips pulled into a smirk.

“What, distracted by my looks?”

“Sh-shut up!”

You kept your eyes focused on your laptop as you babbled on.

“Even though we’re covering both systems, I think we should teach each other about them so during the presentation we’re prepared.”

You cleared your throat, flipping through your notebook until you found your notes.

“Okay, the female reproductive system . . . the main organs are the uterus and ovaries.”

Skimming through your notes, you hummed to yourself.

“The uterus is responsible for the menstrual cycle, as it sheds, and where babies develop during pregnancy.”

Jotaro was quiet, and you were too embarrassed to look at him.

“The ovaries are where eggs develop and are expelled from, traveling down the Fallopian tubes where they sit in the ovaries and wait to be fertilized.”

“Fertilized by sperm.”

His deep voice was softer now. You glanced over your shoulder to see him looking at you with an expression you hadn’t seen before.

“Yes, by sperm. Do you know where it comes from?”

“My dick.”

“Jotaro!”

He laughed, the sound startling you.

“I’m kidding. It’s made in the testes and travels through the penis and is ejaculated during intercourse.”

“Oh, you do pay attention in class.”

Clearing your throat again, you continued on.

“The ovaries also release hormones that regulate reproduction in females.”

“What about the clit?”

You blinked.

“Er, that’s not a reproductive organ. That’s a sexual one.”

“Won’t that shit need to be included?”

You leaned back in your chair, tapping your chin in thought.

“Well, we briefly talked about sex organs. Reproduction is much different, though.”

“How? Reproduction is sex. It’s how babies are made.”

The room went silent. You kept your back to him, feeling the heat return to your cheeks.

“What? You know I’m not wrong.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled.

You busied yourself with typing out your notes. It was quiet for a few minutes before Jotaro spoke again.

“You ever had sex?”

What.

“That is none of your business.”

“So you’re a virgin.”

You whirled around, pointing a finger at him. He put his hands up, speaking before you had a chance to.

“Whoa, relax. I’m a virgin too, so back off.”

“Wait, you are?”

He grimaced, looking away.

“Your friends have this idea that I’m this hot, confident guy who can pull any girl he wants. I’m not interested in things like that. I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”

Your friends would be happy to hear that.

“Plus, I haven’t met anyone who I properly tolerate.”

“Must be so hard to find someone.”

You expected him to glare at you, but he smiled at you instead.

“I tolerate you.”

“You . . . you do?”

“I have since we were kids, loser.”

You sank towards the floor, crawling towards him and settling beside him.

“But you’re always so . . . dismissive towards me.”

“I see how your friends look at me. I know they would eat you alive.”

“Fair.”

Jotaro was so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. Up close, you were able to see his eyes, and you remembered that they were such a bright blue that you had often gotten lost in them when you were a kid. He cocked his head to the side, seeming to hesitate for a moment before speaking.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

His hand came up to grasp your chin, eyes looking intensely into yours.

“Only if you’re comfortable. I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t.”

Your body began shaking out of nervousness.

“I-I don’t know . . . I’ve never -”

“Me neither.”

“What if I’m bad?”

“I could finish fast,” he chuckled.

You bit your lip, looking back into his eyes again.

“Why?”

He shrugged, his hand letting go of you.

“I think this project has made me realize I may not be seeing you as much anymore.”

“O-oh, right.”

“Can you at least kiss me?”

Sucking in a deep breath, you crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling back slightly to look at him. His eyes studied your face as you leaned in, lips parting until they were pressed softly against his. His lips were surprisingly soft, moving gently against yours. He tasted clean despite how often he smoked, and you wondered if he had brushed his teeth before arriving. When you pulled back, his face was much brighter, a small smile on his face.

“You’re a great kisser.”

You laughed, pushing him away.

“Don’t be dumb!”

You settled back onto his lap, but froze when you felt him hard against your inner thigh. The thought that you had been the one to turn him on had arousal beginning to form deep within you. A thought popped into your head, and you began sliding down his legs until you were kneeling in between them. Jotaro quirked a thick eyebrow at you, watching as your hands shakily lifted to grab at the buttons of his pants.

“Can I . . .?” you shyly asked.

He responded by lifting his hips, and you quickly undid the button and zipper before sliding them down his long legs. The pants were kicked off, leaving him in his boxers. Your eyes were fixated on the large tent, and you began second guessing your decision.

“We can stop.”

Your head shot up. Jotaro reached up to cup your face, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I’m not going to pressure you if you don’t want to.”

 Looking back at his crotch, you shook your head.

“You’re just . . . um, big.”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“A girl stroking my ego.”

You wanted to stroke something else instead.

Sucking in a breath, you slipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Your eyes went wide, admiring the neat hair at the base and how thick he was.

He definitely matched his body size.

You rose onto your knees slightly before reaching down with your right hand. He let out a hiss when your hand connected with him, and you slowly wrapped your hand around him. Your fingers weren’t close to meeting from his girth. Your left hand reached down to gently caress his balls, causing his head to fall back while a moan left his mouth.

“Your hands feel so warm,” he murmured.

You started off slow, stroking his cock slowly to get used to the feeling of him. Jotaro didn’t seem to mind, head still thrown back and eyes closed as you began to pick up the speed slightly. You gently squeezed his balls, and his hips jerked up. After a few minutes you had a good motion going with both hands, and you were about to go faster when his hand shot out.

“If you keep going I’m going to come.”

His hands came to grab at your hips, lifting you up above his lap. One hand held onto your hip while the other fumbled with your sweats. You swiftly untied them, yanking them down your legs, leaving you in your underwear. The hand on your hip moved down and pulled your panties to the side. Your breath hitched in your throat as large fingers began running along your slit.

“So wet already,” he whispered in your ear.

Hiding your face in his shoulder, you let him continue to rub against you. His thumb began circling your clit, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your slit still. Your hips began jerking against his hand, and you began moaning into his shirt.

“You sound so pretty,” he cooed.

While you had touched yourself a few times, this felt much different. Normally, it took a long time for you to orgasm, but it didn’t take long with Jotaro. You came with a yell of his name, hips stuttering against his until you were coming down from your high. He stroked your hair, keeping you close until you slumped against him.

“Good girl.”

He kissed you, hands tangling in your hair. When you pulled apart, you blurted out what was on your mind.

“I want to taste you.”

“We’re crossing a lot of things off our list, aren’t we?” he chuckled.

He gently nudged you off his lap. His head jerked towards your bed.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You did as he asked, looking up at him as he stood near the foot of the bed. He reached behind him to tug his shirt off, leaving him completely naked in front of you. His body was just pure muscle, mouth watering at the sight of his biceps, shoulders, and abs. Smirking, he stepped closer to you, stroking himself before reaching out for you and yanking you by the hair.

“Suck.”

You leaned forward on one arm and opened your mouth, letting his heavy cock slide in. He tasted divine - he tasted like Jotaro. You closed your eyes, bobbing your head slowly as your mouth adjusted to the stretch. His hand came to rest on the back of your neck, guiding you to a rhythm that felt good for him. He pushed down too hard, his cock pressing against the back of your throat and causing you to cough.

“Oh shit, sorry.”

“You’re just really big.”

He laughed softly.

“Use your hands.”

You looked up at him with a frown.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I’ve seen some porn.”

You rolled your eyes.

Listening to his advice, you took him into your mouth again and used your hand to stroke what didn’t fit into his mouth. After a while you had a good rhythm going, and just like before Jotaro pushed you away.

“Sorry, I just -”

“I know,” you smiled at him.

He gestured towards you.

“Why aren’t you naked yet?”

Shaking your head, you pulled your shirt off. His eyes went wide upon seeing that you didn’t have a bra underneath. He eyed your naked body, tongue coming out to wet his lips.

“You’re beautiful.”

You flushed, looking away in embarrassment.

“Sh-shut up, Jotaro.”

He knelt on the bed, eyes half-lidded as he slowly approached you.

“I’m going to be honest, I really want to be rough with you right now. Is that okay?”

“H-how rough?”

He turned you over until you were on all fours. Suddenly he pushed your head down, his other hand pulling your hips up until you were face down ass up.

“Do I need to pull out?”

You shook your head.

“I’m on the pill. It helps with my cramps.”

He spanked you, clicking his tongue.

“Don’t need the backstory.”

You whimpered, hips rutting back against his. He spanked you again before you felt the tip of his cock pressing against you.

“Are you ready? I’m going to go slow.”

“Yes, Jotaro. I trust you.”

He paused at your words. You were about to look over your shoulder at him when you felt him begin to press into you. Hissing, you sucked in a deep breath and tried to get your body to relax.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Keep relaxing for me.”

You whimpered at his words, allowing him to slide in a little more. The stretch was painful, and you kept willing yourself to take it so it could change to pleasure. Jotaro’s hand settled on your ass, squeezing it while the other returned to the back of your neck. For some reason, the feeling of his hands on you aroused you, and you relaxed enough for him to slide in until he was halfway.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned.

“K-keep going,” you moaned out.

“I’m going to push in with one thrust, okay? You ready?”

“Just do it, Jotaro!”

“Greedy whore,” he said as he thrust in.

It felt as if he was in every inch of your body, as if he had melded with you. Gasping out, you wiggled your hips against his, which were now flush against yours. He grabbed your ass, the other hand gripping at the hair at the nape of your neck.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Can you take me?”

He didn’t wait for a response before pulling out quickly, only to thrust harshly back in. The bed creaked underneath you as he fucked into you faster, his pace merciless. You felt your second orgasm barreling towards you as you rubbed your clit.

“J-Jotaro, I’m going to come again,” you squeaked out.

“I’m almost there,” he said through gritted teeth.

You came again, screaming his name out. He followed not long after, hips erratic as he came with a roar of your name. He collapsed on top of you, your body falling forward as he laid on your back.

“You’re heavy,” you panted out.

He rolled over, pulling out which caused you to wince. You felt tired, ecstatic, and sore. Glancing over at Jotaro, you saw he was laying on his back with an arm thrown over his eyes.

“That was . . . wow.”

You chuckled, nuzzling into his side.

“Now whose ego is getting stroked?”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

“Thanks.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m no hook-up, Jotaro.”

“I know you’re not,” he frowned down at you. “I meant what I told you earlier.”

He sat up halfway, looking down at you.

“I think we fucked up the order of us dating.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Dating?”

He hummed in affirmation.

“My friends are going to kill me.”

“Fuck them. If they’re really your friends, they’ll be happy.”

The both of you fell silent after that. You had begun to doze off when you felt him kiss the top of your head.

“Get some rest. We need sleep so we can finish this dumb ass project.”

[lvoryingrid]

Obsession

Dio Brando x fem!Reader

Summary: Despite Dio's cold demeanor, (Y/n) senses a deeper charm within him, leading to a profound connection between them. Dio's possessiveness intensifies, prompting him to make a bold move to secure (Y/n)'s affections solely for himself.

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact: contains 18+ content, smut/erotica,

(Y/n) was a curious and kind-hearted soul, always eager to explore the world around her. Living next door to the affluent Joestar family and often found herself drawn to their estate, as she was always hanging out with her best friend Jonathan, intrigued by the mystery that surrounded them.

Little did she know, her life was about to change forever when a new member joined the Joestar household. His name was Dio Brando, a young man of striking charisma and enigmatic demeanor. From the moment they met, (Y/n) sensed there was more to Dio than met the eye. He was cold and distant, yet there was an underlying charm that she couldn't ignore.

"Ah, so you're the new addition to the Joestar family," (Y/n) said, her voice tinged with curiosity as she eyed Dio Brando, who stood before her with an air of confidence. Dio smirked, his gaze piercing. "Indeed, I am Dio Brando," he replied smoothly, extending his hand in greeting. "I'm (Y/n)" she greets with a smile.

Their first encounter was marked by Dio's icy demeanor, yet beneath the surface, (Y/n) sensed a flicker of something more. Despite his cold exterior, Dio displayed an unexpected chivalry, a stark contrast to Jonathan's earnest but somewhat clumsy attempts at courtship.

"Jonathan, are you serious?" she asked incredulously, her brow furrowing in concern. "Yes, I'm afraid so," Jonathan replied earnestly, his voice tinged with worry. "Dio's trouble, I've seen it myself." (Y/n) shook her head, unable to reconcile Jonathan's words with her image of Dio. "But he's always so charming, such a gentleman." "I know he seems that way on the surface," Jonathan admitted, "but there's more to him than meets the eye. Trust me on this."

But as time flowed onward, (Y/n) found herself increasingly drawn to Dio, his enigmatic past and intricate character weaving an irresistible spell around her. She couldn't help but notice the flickers of vulnerability concealed beneath his confident demeanor, glimpses of a tender spirit longing for companionship

In Dio's presence, she discovered a profound connection, a silent dialogue of unspoken emotions that bound them together in an invisible thread of understanding and empathy. Each passing moment deepened their bond, illuminating the profound depths of their intertwined souls and igniting a flame of longing for the warmth of mutual connection.

"Intriguing, isn't it?" Dio remarked one evening, his gaze fixed on the stars as they sprawled across the midnight canvas. "The way the universe dances in perfect harmony, yet harbors secrets untold." (Y/n) nodded in silent agreement, feeling a stirring within her at his words. "It's as though each star holds a story, waiting to be discovered," she mused, her eyes reflecting the shimmering constellations above.

In Dio's presence, she discovered a profound connection, a silent dialogue of unspoken emotions that bound them together in an invisible thread of understanding and empathy. "Do you ever feel as though you're searching for something beyond what this world offers?" Dio's voice broke the tranquil silence, his tone carrying a weight of introspection. "Yes," (Y/n) confessed softly, her heart opening up to him in ways she hadn't anticipated. "It's as if there's a missing piece, waiting to be found."

Their interactions grew more frequent, (Y/n) discovering layers of complexity within Dio's guarded heart. She became his confidant, his solace in moments of turmoil. And in return, Dio found himself opening up to her in ways he never thought possible, the walls around his heart slowly crumbling under her gentle touch.

Under her tender guidance, the fortress guarding his heart began to erode, allowing the warmth of her presence to seep into the cracks and thaw the icy barriers. Amongst their shared moments, Dio found solace in reading literature to her, his rich voice painting vivid tapestries of emotion, while their evening strolls became a sanctuary where unspoken words wove a silent symphony of understanding and affection.

"You know," Dio began one evening, his voice tinged with vulnerability, "I've never felt this ease with anyone before." (Y/n) smiled, her eyes reflecting the warmth of their connection. "I'm glad you feel that way. You can always count on me, Dio."

"I never thought I'd trust someone as much as I trust you," Dio confessed one night, his gaze softening as he looked into hers. "I never knew you had such a way with words," (Y/n) whispered, her eyes closing as she immersed herself in the world Dio's voice created.

Their evening strolls became a sanctuary where unspoken words wove a silent symphony of understanding and affection. "I don't need to say anything," Dio mused as they walked hand in hand, "because you understand me without a single word spoken." (Y/n) squeezed his hand gently, a silent affirmation of their bond.

Amidst the burgeoning connection between them, hidden tensions stirred like restless shadows in the depths. Jonathan's steadfast devotion to (Y/n) clashed with Dio's burgeoning affection, igniting a tempestuous undercurrent that threatened to rupture their delicate harmony. Dio's possessive nature emerged like a smoldering ember, his longing for (Y/n)'s exclusive attention casting a dark shadow over their blossoming bond.

With each passing moment spent in Jonathan's presence, Dio's jealousy flared like a tempest, his desire to claim (Y/n) for himself surging fiercely against the backdrop of their shared intimacy. The rift between them widened, fueled by Dio's silent yearning to possess (Y/n)'s heart entirely, a desire that simmered with an intensity that threatened to engulf them all.

In the quiet confines of their shared sanctuary, Dio finally let the weight of his jealousy spill forth in whispered confession. "Do you not see, (Y/n)?" he murmured, his voice laced with a raw vulnerability that belied his usual bravado. "Every moment you spend with him, I feel as though I'm losing you. It gnaws at me, this ache of longing to have you all to myself."

(Y/n)'s gaze softened, understanding the turmoil within Dio's heart. "Dio, you know I care for you deeply," they replied gently, reaching out to touch his trembling hand. "But Jonathan is my friend too. We can find a way to navigate this together, without letting jealousy consume us."

Dio's stormy eyes met theirs, a tumult of conflicting emotions swirling within their depths. "I fear I cannot bear to share you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yet I cannot bear to lose you either."

Years had passed by, and as they both reached the threshold of adulthood at the age of eighteen, Dio's possessive nature had only grown more pronounced, and the thought of anyone else sharing (Y/n)'s affections became unbearable. He watched her like a hawk, always making sure that she was within his sight, his touch. The idea that she could be happy with anyone else was a constant ache in his heart, a thorn that refused to be extracted.

The day finally came when Dio could no longer contain his emotions. He had been planning this for months, carefully orchestrating every detail to ensure that it would be perfect. He waited until Jonathan was away in the mansion's library, knowing that he would have her full attention. Then, he invited (Y/n) to take a walk with him along the secluded riverbank, a place they had visited many times before.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills and lush greenery. Dio led (Y/n) to a small clearing hidden behind a grove of trees, his heart racing with anticipation. As they stepped into the secluded spot, he turned to face her, his eyes burning with desire. "You are everything to me, (Y/n)," he murmured, taking her delicate hand in his own. "My heart beats only for you."

Her heart skipped a beat as he took her hand, gazing into her eyes with such intensity that she felt herself melting beneath his gaze. "Dio…" she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the gentle river nearby. She couldn't help but feel a thrill course through her veins at his words, at the way he looked at her as if she were the only person in the world.

As he leaned forward, his lips mere inches from hers, she closed her eyes, anticipating the touch of his lips against hers. But instead, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pressing her against his chest. His kiss was rough, demanding, claiming her mouth as his own. She gasped into his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt as she clung to him.

The feel of his strong body against hers, the taste of him, sent a shiver through her spine. She moaned into his kiss, arching her back slightly, wanting more. As if sensing her desire, he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressed against her stomach, and she ached to feel it inside her.

When at last he pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on hers, searching for some sign of how she felt. She looked up at him, her own chest heaving, her lips swollen from his kiss. "Dio… I've always been yours," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "You know that." His possessive nature had always been a part of him, but it was also what made her feel so safe and loved. And now, as they stood there together in the dimming light, she knew that nothing would ever change that.

Their lips met again, hungrily seeking one another in a fierce, passionate kiss. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every corner of her mouth, as his hands slid down to cup her bottom, lifting her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm.

Her back arched as he walked them backwards, pressing her against the rough bark of a tree. She moaned into his kiss, feeling dizzy with desire. His free hand trailed up her spine, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her shift, tweaking her nipple roughly. She gasped into his mouth, her body tensing in response.

His other hand fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, pushing them through their holes with urgency. Once her breasts were freed, he groaned into her neck, taking one in his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, her hips bucking against him in need. He released her breast only to untie the sash that held up her skirts, letting the silk fall to the ground in a pool at their feet.

With one swift movement, he pushed her skirt up, baring her to him. She was already wet, aching for him. He growled in approval, pressing his hips against her, feeling her slick heat against the hard length of his arousal. Grasping her hips, he lifted her up, guiding her down onto him in one smooth motion. She cried out, her body tensing around him as she felt him filling her.

He thrust into her, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of need. His hands gripped her shoulders, his face contorted with passion. She wrapped her legs tight around him, meeting his thrusts with her own, their hips moving in perfect rhythm. The world around them disappeared, consumed by the fierce, primal desire that bound them together.

Their kisses grew wilder, more urgent, as their bodies moved together in a dance that felt as ancient and familiar as breathing. The air grew thick with the sounds of their moans, their gasps, their pleas for more. She could feel the muscles in his back flexing beneath her fingers as he held her up, holding her close, claiming her as his own.

As their bodies reached the peak of pleasure, she felt a sharp, intense pain shoot through her core. His hips stuttered, and then he let out a hoarse cry as he emptied himself inside her. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, her whole body shuddering with release.

For a moment, they were both still, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they tried to catch their bearings. Then he lowered her to the ground, his weight pressing her down into the soft moss. His lips found hers once more, this time gentle and tender. "My love," he murmured against her lips. "You are mine, and I am yours, always." And as they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath of their passion, she knew that there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be.

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[illubean]

hello! i was wondering if you could write general fluff (possibly smut?) hc's of jotaro kujo with a fem s/o thats also a stand user? 😊

have a good day/night!

Relationship Headcanons

Characters: Jotaro Kujo Type: Fluff, Smut, Headcanons, Fem!reader

decided to write for both 3taro and 4taro ^__^ reader has already known Jotaro since Stardust Crusaders for both tho

Warnings: NSFW for 4taro, viewer discretion is advised

3taro (sfw)

either you guys already knew each other or met back in Japan around the same time as meeting Kakyoin

and being a stand user you obviously go with them to help defeat Dio

throughout your guys' trip Jotaro develops feelings for you aww

he's definitely less harsh on you but at the same time?? more rigid around you???

he doesn't want to hurt your feelings or anything but he just gets so nervous sometimes and gets defensive as a response :(

will go stiff as a BOARD if you so much as brush up against him

he's not going to confess, sorry

3taro is less mature and more aggressive since he's still in his delinquent angsty teenager phase

if he does confess, it's either on accident or because he got jealous

if it was an accidental slip up, he'd pause to process what he just said then walk away before you can even give a response

hunt him down and tell him how you feel before he can dwell on it for too long

ask him to be your boyfie woyfie and he'll look away with a "good grief...yeah"

he's hiding his face but you can tell by his ears that behind the hat is a bright red blush

4taro (sfw)

4taro is definitely more mature and a tad bit more expressive than 3taro, especially after everything that happened back in Egypt :((

he learned to appreciate the people around him more

that being said, he's not above confessing to you

he's liked you for years, and since you stuck by his side this entire time he decides to finally make you his

he waits for the perfect moment to confess, one that feels right

he probably asked you while stargazing late night on the beach

he's way more comfortable with physical affection than 3taro

but, like his younger self he's not big on pda

to the public eye it may seem like he's indifferent to your affections but in private he's a passionate lover

he likes the more intimate moments with you (which isn't just sex)

after a few more years he probably took you to walk on that same beach where he confessed, this time proposing to you by the ocean <3

nsfw

haha good luck he's HUNG

his cock is an average length but he's GIRTHY

he's huge all around and he knows it which brings me to my next point

size kink. I will DIE on this hill

he likes to press his weight into you while you fuck, not enough to crush you (unless you ask) but enough for you to feel it

a certified pussy eater

he could spend hours laying between your plush thighs, nose deep into your core <3

on any normal day he's pretty vanilla

but if he's in a certain mood or if you ask he'll manhandle you and toss you around like a little ragdoll

he won't admit it out loud but he loves it when you mark him up

scratches down his back, hickies left along his collar bone ALL OF IT

even if he doesn't outright say it, you can tell he enjoys it by the soft grunt he'll let out

he creams in your cute little pussy every chance he gets, he just wants to stuff you full

he's very generous when he cums, emptying his big breeder balls of every last drop

he has a breeding kink if you couldn't tell^

haha Jotaro just give me one chance PLEASE

[professionaldrider]

THIS OUGHT TO HELP YOU SLEEP- RISOTTO NERO X READER (SMUT)

As Y/n lay in her bed she stared at the moon, she hadn't been able to sleep without Risotto in bed with her, so she mindlessly stared at the moon. The moon was beautiful, pure and pristine. The window in Y/n’s room that the moon peeked through was small and beautifully framed by white wooden trim. Thorough the room was dark pitch black in the parts where the light couldn't reach even after stretching as far as it could- The parts where the moonlight licked were challenging to make out since the lighting was as broad as the moon could reach- the focus of lighting was poor, making things difficult to see. Despite knowing so, Y/n did not turn on the lights, or even move out of bed instead, she waited for Risotto. She made no effort to flip a switch or tug a chain, as it slipped her mind as she gazed at the moon, longing for Risotto to get in bed with her. Though as the minutes passed, he never did.

The moon that was once high in the sky, barely visible from where Y/n lay, was now vulnerable to Y/n’s eyes as its body lightens up Y/n’s vision. Y/n, after laying in bed with an empty feeling next to her in place of Risotto for what felt like hours, finally moves her legs to hang over the side of the bed as she places her right arm down to help her sit up. Y/n then touches the cold wood floor with her toes, gently placing her foot down, the floor creaking slightly under her weight as she places her other foot to finally get off the bed.

Y/n shivers as soon as she gets off the bed as the warm comforter no longer protected her from the cold breath of the house. Her thin sleepwear provided no warmth as Y/n’s nipples got hard. Y/n continued to step to the bedroom door, one foot after another, her shaking hands grabbing the cold metal doorknob and turning it to the right before opening it, and walking through it.

As soon as Y/n entered the hallway, she could see a warm, dim orange light flooding the hall from the crack of Risotto’s study. She followed the light slowly, her left hand trailing against the wall as she moved closer and closer to his study- until Y/n’s hand fell to the door to his study and Y/n moved her right hand to open it.

—Second Person—

Risotto looked to the door, and got up, “Y/n, I thought you were in bed.” Risotto states, looking at you blankly. You look at him, your eye bags were dark, and it looked like you hadn't slept in days, “I couldn't sleep.” you reply, your voice tired with a hint of sadness. Risotto looks at you and sighs, his left hand massaging his temples as he closed the door, reaching his arm behind you a clicking sound was made before he moved his arm from the door and to his side.

“...”

Risotto stayed silent as he stared at you and he sighed again, “Y/n...” Risotto whispered, cupping your cheek with his right hand, his lips twitching into a slight smirk as his cheeks went slightly pink. You look up at him, then your eyes trail down to his crotch, his boner pressing up against his pants as Risotto speaks up, sending goosebumps down your spine, “What do you want..?” Risotto grunts, massaging your cheek as it gets redder.

“What can I do?” Risotto asks before speaking again, “I've been caught up in work, I haven't focused on you…well? I'm here now, and I want you, but there’s only so much I can do..” Risotto trails off, his speech getting slower as he huffs between almost every other word. You blush at his words, hesitant to speak, to ask for what you want, it seems embarrassing to ask outright, “Well?” Risotto asks, lifting your face up, “What do you want?” He asks, and you look him in his eyes, “Can you…eat me out..?” you ask, causing to Risotto let go of your cheek and step back with a blank face with his boner stiff in his pants.

Risotto blushes deeply, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his blush, "didn't expect someone like you to talk like that…" Risotto says with a smirk, moving his hand from his face

Risotto takes a step to you, "Then I'll gladly oblige." Risotto

grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him, his face inches away from yours, kissing your lips hungrily. You moan softly, spreading your legs open as soon as Risotto pushes you down onto his chair, as he begins to start kissing your neck softly, moving his way down to your chest, unbuttoning your top skin he could start licking around your nipple before sucking on it gently he pulls back, a slight smirk on his face as he takes of your pants and panties, sliding them down your legs.

Risotto kisses along your inner thigh softly, continuing up towards your crotch. Risotto leans forward, placing his lips against your crotch, using his fingers to spread your thighs apart, revealing your inner pink folds, causing you to moan in response as Risotto's warm breath hits your folds. After about 5 seconds he finally licks his tongue against your clit, causing you to shudder, "ha..~" you breathe, moaning and shuddering

Risotto looks up at you, smirking, slowly sliding two fingers inside you, wiggling them in an effort to get more lubrication while he sucks your clit gently stroking your walls with his tongue, “So soft…” Risotto moans as he starts eating you out slowly, licking every inch of your slit, occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue. You moan and squirm at his tongue, bucking your legs onto Risotto’s head. “Fuck..” You moan, covering your mouth to quiet the noises coming from it.

Risotto keeps going, not breaking eye contact, starting to finger fuck you harder as he speaks, “Do you want me to go deeper? Or should I keep it the way im going?” you nod, “Yes, go deeper…please” You beg. Risotto does as he's told, pushing a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, “You feel great” he moans, sliding a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, rubbing the roof of your vagina “You like this?” Risotto asks mockingly, stretching you further, working his fingers furiously, “Ohh...so tight…” he groans as he licks your clit fast, increasing the pressure as your legs twitch, risotto continues fingering you for another minute or so, until he feels your body start shaking uncontrollably, “That's right...just relax and enjoy yourself.” Risotto says before going back to continue to lick your walls, stopping at your G-spot as you cum all over his tongue, your cum was like the webs of a spider as it connected your clit to his tongue.

Maybe tonight Risotto will sleep with you.

[kyloherrera]

—CHAPTER ONE: NEW TOY

content warning: fem!reader. Kidnap. Physical Restrains. Blindfold, Blood play, Chocking kink, Mention of reader becoming Risottos toy

wordcount. 1575

annotation. hi! This is one of my fav series I have wrote so far because I love sm La Squadra, so I hope you enjoy it, this is porn with plot. Also keep in mind that english is no my main language so if I have grammar mistakes, please tell me, hope you enjoy.

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Risotto was a boss of the Passione Mafia, he was the leader of one of the most deadly squads within this mafia, the Squadra, a squad whose members were specialized in assassinations and who possessed one of the most deadly and ruthless stands of the Passione.

Risotto used to be a rather calm and calculating boy, he usually did not understand other people and even less when it came to sex. Of course, this did not mean that he did not indulge himself from time to time and even enjoyed himself without However, this point of view would change on this day.

You were a member of the Passione, which had lo been involved with Bucciarati, and because of that you had raised some suspicions that he might be trying to betray the leader of the Mafia. So Risotto had ordered his members to capture you in order to get more information, and in any case, if he refused to remove a burden from his leader's shoulders, to kill you, since your position was known to be very powerful.

"I wonder if she would make a good mother." Melone said, licking his lips in anticipation. "Capo, can I have a play with her?" he said. He was still licking his lips as he imagined thousands of dirty things.

"No, I'll talk to her. Then we'll decide what to do with her." Risotto said with his usual cold tone that demanded obedience. His dark tone and deep voice echoed throughout the room, a tone that would intimidate anyone.

"Di Molto!" Melone replied. While he continued to imagine scenarios, he still held out hope.

Risotto went to the room where you were, you were chained and immobilized, after all, even if they were not afraid of the power of your position, it was okay to take their precautions.

Risotto walked over and noticed that you were tied to a chair with your hands and feet bound. Your vision was completely obscured. He stopped near you and then examined you from top to bottom with those crimson balls and his usual serious tone. The blindfold covered your vision and yet you could feel how he devoured you with his gaze, like a hunter stalking his prey, but even so you were brave enough, he wouldn't be able to intimidate you.

And then he understood, for the first time he understood Melone, and that was that your outfit was a bit extravagant. A black tank top that clearly showed her cleavage, black navy shorts, followed by fishnet stockings and black platform boots. Risotto couldn't help but lose his gaze at this outfit, she couldn't deny that when she saw this outfit, her imagination betrayed him and she went a little further than she should have, giving him dirty scenarios and thoughts.

You, however, took the opportunity to give the order to your stand to attack, and in those moments when Risotto was distracted, you continued an attack and you succeeded, leaving a wound on his arm from which a familiar crimson color appeared, Risotto simply let out a breath. He admired your courage, but at the same time, he couldn't help but frown.

that he had allowed himself to be attacked in such a stupid way.

He was a boss, for the hell he let himself be distracted by a girl. Risotto saw that he could no longer trust the girl, then turned invisible and closed his wound with the help of his stand.

When he mentioned a few words, you simply let a teasing smile escape between your lips.

"Well, Mrs. Capo. My stand releases a deadly poison that only it can cure. If you want me to remove it, then you will have to release me and let me go." The grimace on your face was one of security. Even though you were completely tied up, you could feel that you had won the battle.

But Risotto was the boss of one of the most powerful mafias in Italy. He would not be beaten so easily. And so it was: With a quick movement and armed with courage, he used his stand to remove the poison, opening a deep wound to let the contaminated blood escape and then closing it again thanks to his metallic stand.

"Impossible." You mentioned Risotto's bravery and frowned when you saw how he managed to beat one of his escape cards. But you expected nothing less from one of the capos de passione.

"Well, don't waste my time anymore and let's get down to business: What do you know about Bucciarati's group?"

"You have no idea what kind of manners and hospitality you have. You have so little manners and hospitality. Let me go and I might tell you everything." You snorted at him.

And so it was. Risotto approached the place, protected by his invisibility, and then, removing your shackles and freeing your vision, you simply let out a satisfied smile.

"Thank you. Your name is Risotto, right?"

"Yes, but come on, get to talking."

"I'd love to, but it's hard for me to talk with a dry mouth. Could you get me a glass of water?" You said. Without taking the mocking grin off your face.

Risotto was already getting desperate, but he followed your orders and sent two of his men to guard the door of this room. If this continued, he would probably hire someone else to get information out of you.

Risotto returned to the room, glass in hand. To become invisible again, he was surprised to see you. You had waited patiently in that place, your smile still on your face.

You thanked him and took a few sips. Then you placed the glass next to his chair and gave Risotto what you had promised him.

"Well, I don't know a lot. But I do know that the Boss has given Bucciarati's group the mission to find and pick up his daughter. I don't know if they have her yet or not."

A look of astonishment appeared on Risotto's face and then changed to a smile. At least they had a clue to find their boss, a very important piece of the puzzle. However, something brought Risotto out of his thoughts and that was the splash that soaked his clothes. But the most surprising thing was that the water was tinted with a crimson color that revealed his position.

And you were quite cunning. While Risotto was not looking, you had opened a small wound on your leg. Since you were not affected by the poison, you did this so that the blood fell into the glass and turned it red. Then you tried to attack Risotto again with a quick move, but he had somehow managed to dodge it. This last action had managed to break his patience completely.

Furious, he had started to grab you by the neck, crushing your neck and cutting off your breath, while he had lifted you up and leaned you against a wall. Metallica had then pulled what looked like chains from your limbs, anchoring them to the wall and preventing you from moving.

Risotto had decided to remove the stand from her body, which remained visible, while he looked angrily at the girl, noticing how your face reflected an expression of pain and panic, and how your eyes crystallized a little due to the pain of your limbs and the abrupt force that was on your neck. But something prevented them from killing you, I had the feeling that the girl still had information about her boss and Bucciarati, but I would leave that to someone else. You had already managed to fill her patience, but at a certain point she admired you, however, she was finished and decided to leave the place without removing her stand, leaving you anchored to the wall. However, something unexpected appeared between Risotto's pants, he could not believe how the simple fact of having hung you and seeing the expression on your face had made him so hard. But it was the same for you, seeing the cold and deep look of Risotto, who was destroying and despising you at the same time as he was restricting his movements and hanging you, had provoked moisture in your area.

And Risotto had noticed it, he couldn't prevent a perverse look and smile from appearing on his face. He returned to where you were freeing yourself from your anchor, to then transform the metal of your body parts into handcuffs, to then place them in your hands. He then proceeded to drink the blood he had left behind. He enjoyed the warm crimson mixture with a metallic taste and smell.

Risotto quickly positioned you against the wall. You were forced to look at the wall while Risotto stood behind you.

"Tell me, you have two choices. One you may live and one you may not live."

He said later. He took your chin and made you turn your face to look at those dark spheres.

"And the other is for you to become my plaything."

He said to then leave a wet kiss on your lips and then move to your neck, causing a slight moan to escape your lips, as his lips were hot from the blood.

You hated people who thought they were superior. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't find Risotto attractive enough to play with for a while.

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[blackswan7x]

— jjba: you ride Joseph Joestar’s face

character: Joseph Joestar, female reader

rating: NSFW. minors DNI.

Imagine…

Despite your protests, Joseph insisted he wanted you to sit on his face.

You objected saying you’d much rather lie on your back if he wanted to go down on you, but he wasn’t having it.

“When I say I want you to sit on my face, babe, I mean it. Besides could you imagine a more handsome seat for you. Honestly?” He had gave you his mischievous grin that was so gorgeous sometimes it made you ache.

So of course…you said yes.

Now, he is underneath you. You sit astride is face, positioned so you are resting your hands on his strong pecs and looking at the rest of his naked body. You try to touch his throbbing cock, hard and neglected and leaking precum across his lower stomach but he swats your hand away.

He had made it clear beforehand this was suppose to be all about your pleasure.

Soon, he has you whining and whimpering at the way he enthusiastically laps at your folds and teases your sensitive clit. He sucks hard suddenly and you throw your head back, your hands rest on his firm pecs as your arch your back.

Suddenly, he pulls away from your core.

“FUCK!” He groans loudly, causing you to shiver. “You taste so good, baby. Goddamn.”

He slaps your ass hard and you moan at how good it feels, any pain quickly transforming into endorphins that make you tremble. He grabs your ass with his big, calloused hands and spreads your cheeks apart.

You blush terribly, feeling so exposed to him but some part of you loves being this vulnerable to him.

“Oh my god!” He moans, “You’re dripping me for me.”

Any response you had is quickly lost as his mouth latches on to your engorged clit as two thick fingers press inside your swollen pussy. He curls his fingers in just the right way to stimulate from the inside as he continues his torturous licking of your clit

You rock your hips against his face, really riding him and it only prompts him to chuckle and increase his pace on you. Your thighs begin to shake and you feel the sparks of the pleasure to come deep within your belly

It all becomes too much. The sound of his moans as he worships your pussy. The feeling of his fingers filling you up. The added friction of your own hips grinding against his face. The rush of orgasm ignites within you, setting fire to your entire body.

Joseph works you through your high never stopping his fingers inside you or the suction of his mouth on your clit.

You clutch onto his waist as you cry out. You watch his cock twitch and somehow grow even harder as you moan. You shake and pant as the high leaves you, but you know you could go again.

You don’t care if he’s said this was all about you.

You need to taste him.

You need to give him as much pleasure as he’s given to you.

You lay down on him, already feeling electrified at the way his muscled body presses against your soft curves.

You take his thick length in your hand and begin to stroke him.

“Couldn’t resist me any longer cou— OH GOD!”Joseph’s smug words quickly turn to a groan as you take him fully into your hot mouth.

You use your hand to works his base as you hollow your cheeks and press your tongue along the bottom of his cock. You go until your cheeks ache and part from him with lewd pop of your mouth.

“Your next line is, ‘god, I love you…” you tease, before kissing his tip.

“God!” He moans, his hands gripping your hips, lost in the pleasure you’ve given him, “I love you….hey, wait! Th-that’s my thing!”

You laugh before taking him once more.

[anon-imuz]

Yandere Blackmore X Ex girlfriend reader. Smut. Angst

sure btw tysm for all the support you always like my works ur super kind💕

Pairing:Yandere! Blackmore x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings:Yandere behavior, dubcon

Type:Smut and angst

Notes:i DONT condone any of the things listed In the warnings, this is fiction. English isn't my first language so you might encounter some grammatical mistakes, hope you still enjoy:))

You were almost a year out of that toxic relationship you had with your ex, he was always absent and when he was there you two were always fighting.

Now, you were talking to a guy online and he seemed pretty cool and he met your standards. He was kind, pretty, smart, but most importantly, he was there when you needed someone. Unlike your ex.

Tonight was about to be you two's first date together, and you chose to wear a long dress that fitted you perfectly, a dark red wine color, that you only wore on special occasions.

As you were walking to the restaurant, you feel some eyes hunting you down, but you just shrug it off, thinking it might be the butterflies or the anxiety of your first encounter with someone new.

When you enter the restaurant, the guy you were supposed to have a date with waves at you as a sign to come sit at the table but, little did you know that those eyes that you felt like they were eating your soul, were actually your ex boyfriend's eyes. He followed you the whole time. He knew about the guy. He watched you prepare for your stupid date and was ready to make his come back and make sure that you don't ever do something like this ever again.

You two start talking and as soon as the waiter arrives, you two order some food and drinks. You choose your favorite plate, while the guy chose something that he had never tried before.

When the food arrived, you two stopped the chatter and began eating. While he was eating some spaghetti you were eating your favorite dish, you two exchanged some silly looks that made eachother giggle...all while your ex was watching. But you were totally unaware and just enjoying your evening. Only he knows how much his blood was boiling at that moment, but he knew he had to wait for the right time to teach you a lesson.

"Oh hey, not to interrupt but...I really need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." The guy said as you nodded, watching him go up a waiter to ask indications for where the bathroom was.

When you finished your plate, he still didn't come back and his spaghetti were still there in his plate, left cold and unfinished. You sighed, trying not to cry already knowing that he wasn't gonna come back and that you had to pay for the both of you.

You walked out the restaurant with a frown, hoping that he was different but I guess he was like everyone else.

And now, it was your ex's time to shine. He would've pretended to be a random passerby and offer you a ride on your way back home.

"Oh, thank you. It began to rain now and i didn't bring an umbrella with me." You say to the man you didn't recognize, and he told you to not worry and that at this hour it was dangerous for ladies to walk alone at night.

"Hey, sorry but... this isn't the way to my house." You interrupt the man.

"I know." He replies.

Your blood went cold. What did he mean he knew?

You side-eyed him and said,

"Sorry? What'd you say?"

"I said I know this isn't the way to your house. Indeed, it's the way to mine. I thought you remembered..." He responded, a little disappointed.

No way. It was your ex? Ans you didn't even notice? How stupid could you be?

"Before you damage my car,i already locked everything. So you can't run, and you never will, darling. We're meant to be. Don't you understand how perfect we are for each other?" He said.

You remained still, knowing that if you were to attack him you'd probably end up in a car incident.

"Now now, let's remove this stupid guy's scent from your divine body." He says while parking his car in a parking space in the nowhere.

"Oh baby, you let a man treat you this way? You let such a rat leave you and your perfect self alone and even let him have the ability to make you sad and ruin your evening? Oh come now sweetheart, we don't do that." He reassured you, as you cried in his chest while he placed you on his lap.

"It's okay honey. It's just you and me now, you're safe." He tells you, while caressing your back.

As much as you hated him you really needed some comfort and a shoulder to cry on, so you just let yourself go and melt yourself into him.

"Shhh..." He orders, while traveling his hands down your lower back to your ass, moving your panties to the side while teasing your pussy.

You can't help but fall to his touch. You'd really like to punch him but you know how well he knows how to turn you on.

He starts slipping two fingers in, slowly and delicately leaving and entering your pussy, while you try to keep your mouth shut by biting his shoulder, but kind of fail.

He then adds another finger... and another one. 4 fingers. you're rocking your hips on his hand, begging for more as you moan out his name.

"Yes baby, good girl, you're doing so good~" He praises you while making his movements faster inside you. You're about to cum but, will he let you?

"Come on, cum for me baby." He orders, and you do so. You're so tired and really just need to go to bed after this bizzare night.

"Look at the mess you made. I'll forgive you this time... but you won't run away this time." He whispers, kissing your cheek.

[dollwrites]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 — 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dark fic, noncon, fear kink, graphic depictions of death and gore, chasing, manhandling, threats against reader, degradation, virgin!reader, oral sex ( f!receiving ), size kink, blackout mention, Dio is very mean, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ sugar on my tongue by the talking heads

you could hear his laugh— evil and taunting— booming through the abysmal corridor behind you, and the hissing and snarling of his undead army that was also in hot pursuit. “Where are you running off to, hmm?” he calls, and the baritone surrounds you. he’s not everywhere, you try to tell yourself, it’s just the echoes. “I won’t let you leave the castle grounds. However, by all means, go on and try, get your sweet blood pumping!” another morbid laugh like distant thunder, and you take the first new hallway that opens up to the left. “I can smell it from here, that lovely smell will lead me straight to you.”

you’d made a mistake coming here so late at night, with a boy you hardly even knew. you’d kissed him, and let him loosen your corset, even though you felt uneasy. even though you’d never kissed a boy before. even though the whole night felt wrong. then, the laughter started. from somewhere deep in the blackest shadows, a predator stalked, watched, and found amusement in your innocent fumbling and uncertainty, and stepped into the light. he named himself Dio right before he ripped the boy in half right in front of you. some of his blood was still seeping into the cotton of your dress. what he hadn’t seen, however, was the jagged stone you’d hidden underneath your skirt, clutching it tight in the palm of your fragile hand. so, whenever he scooped you into his arms, and leaned in to taunt you, or perhaps even kiss you, you’d swung the rock as hard as you could, making direct contact with his sculpted cheekbone, breaking the skin. it wasn’t much, but it was enough for his grip to loosen enough so that you could slip through his arms and run.

you were panting, your lungs burning in your chest, your eyes puffy and sore from crying. but one glance over your shoulder yielded the confirmation; the reason you couldn’t stop— hundreds of ghouls had crammed themselves into the hallway, some staggering after you, others chasing you on all fours. you turn your eyes forward again, ignoring the hem of your skirt that catches on a dilapidated and unrecognizable statue, ripping a slit all the way up to your thigh, and both hands hit a sturdy door when you hit the dead end of the corridor, slamming yourself into it with a pathetic huff. luckily, the door, like the rest of the manor, is old and crumbling, and it whines as it flies open and you stumble over the threshold, only to let out a blood curdling scream.

inches from your feet is a pile of innards, and what could’ve been a corpse at one time, but has since been devoured, piece by piece, by the monsters squatting down over it. they both look up and growl, clumps of half-eaten human flying from their bloodied mouths as you stumble back. you wanted to collapse, but didn’t have the time.

countless pairs of gruesome hands snatched at you, dragging you into a horde of them. you wailed and fought against them, half expecting to be shredded, too. you weren’t, however you could hear — and feel — your dress tearing as they snatched at you. your neckline ripped, one sleeve hanging loosely against your arm and the other chunk of fabric lost in the sea of rotting bodies as they tossed you back and forth. your throat is hoarse from screaming when you’re finally spit out the opposite end of the crowd, and flung right into Dio’s arms, which welcome you with a tight grip on one wrist and the other palm splayed over your midriff, pulling your back to his solid frame. “No!” you cry out, but he’s already twisting your wrist.

“Now, now,” he croons against your neck, wringing your wrist until the blood-stained stone falls from your grip and clatters against the floor, “listen to that heart thumping.” you felt sick to your stomach when you realized he could hear it. “Fragile, little thing is about to beat right out of your chest.” you squirm, trying desperately to pull away from him, but his lips have sought out the cuts on your palm, turning it over to expose them to his mouth. first, they graze over the wounds, and you wince. “You’re about as nervous and dangerous as a newborn kitten.” his tongue slithers out to prod at the scratches, urging more blood to the surface, and he smirks as he tastes it. his lips then travel, parted and dragging over your skin, up your arm, ignoring the sleeve that hangs in tatters, and he presses you back into him tighter when he reaches your throat. “So soft— I could rip your jugular out with one bite.”

“P—please—“ you rasp, the tips of his fangs tingling against your hypersensitive flesh.

“Such a meek, little plea,” he teases, the expanse of his massive hand careening upwards over your breast to rest against your heartbeat, his digit tips just barely touching your chin, “what are you begging for, kitten?” he allows their sharpness to scrape, and you whimper, melting against him and hoping to become so small he couldn’t reach you. it was impossible, as his face was buried in your neck already, but you tried nonetheless.

“I—I don’t want to die…”

he laughs at this, as does his minions, and you feel a burning humiliation creep upon your cheeks. “No? Are you afraid of dying?” he asks, feigning sympathy, and his fingers take hold of your face. he angles it towards him, and your tear-filled gems look up at his stone-cold countenance. you nod, the scratch on his cheek was healing as you watched, and your mountainous captor stared down at you. the crown of your head is pressed against his chest; you were just so damn small compared to him. “Are you afraid of me?” another nod, and his crimson eyes flicker over your petrified expression. you couldn’t catch your breath— your lips parted and hot puffs of air wheezing out, your chest rising and falling beneath the stretched fabric of what was left of your neckline. you avoided looking into his eyes, but you could tell he was drinking in every inch of you. “Smart decision for a very stupid girl.” he replies, dipping his head towards you. you start to pull away, recoil, but his grip on your cheeks hold you in place. that devious tongue of his skirts along his lower lip, tasting your broken breath as it lands on his tiers. then, his carmine eyes flicker up to yours, and his smile widens, “Tell me that you fear me.”

you couldn’t even think— you were staring, wide eyed and horrified into two, piercing rubies. he wanted to hear how scared you were, he wanted you to say it out loud, but there was a lump so big and dry in your throat that you didn’t think you could force the words past it.

“Come now, don’t keep me waiting.”

you gasp when he squeezes your cheeks together hard, forcing your lower lip to poke out in a childish pout, and you acquiesce to his will. “I’m afraid,” you whisper, each syllable hard pressed to slip into the air, “I’m— I’m afraid of you—“

Dio chortles, closing what was left of a gap between he and you, and his tongue ran along the shape of your lips. you flinch, and seal them tight, but he’d already gotten his taste. “Mm…” he moans, more to himself, and runs his tastebuds over his own mouth, and then flicks at his fangs. “I do love the taste of fear on those pretty lips, like sugar…” he croons and places a sloppy kiss on your mouth. regardless of how you wanted to reject it, he forces your lips to fit against his with a hard push, opening them wide so that he may shove his tongue inside. you squeal in protest against his mouth, wriggling and desperate to get free, but his strength too greatly outweighed your own. your own tongue bunches up in resistance, trying to push his out of your mouth, but you start to gag on it. you considered biting down on his, biting it off even, but ultimately decided against it.

you were in no position to fight back anymore.

when he’s drank his fill of your kiss, he pulls back, the lips that have battered your own dripping and shiny with your saliva and stretched over deadly fangs, and you pant, twisting in his grip. he watches you for a moment, amused. “I would wager you taste just as sweet everywhere, don’t you?” you shook your head, cheeks on fire and eyes closed tightly, pulling in the opposite direction, but his hand drops, grabbing the neckline of your dress in a powerful fist and tearing it with a swift yank. the force is enough to arch your back, the fabric screaming, and then your breasts are bare and exposed, rising with heavy, nervous breaths.

there’s a whooping from the horde of undead as they crowd closer around, licking and biting at the air as if they can taste your fear in it, and you recoil away from them, pushing you deeper into Dio’s wicked embrace, which wasn’t ideal, either.

“Look at this,” he purrs, sharp nails dragging over your otherwise unmarked skin. they trace his name, slowly, as he takes in your visage, “skin so fresh and supple.” his eyes twinkle, pure malevolence behind them as the tip of his nail traces your nipple, watching it harden as he does. “I could think of a hundred different ways to paint you crimson, my dear.” you shake your head, whimpering in soft protest, and he cocks his head to the side, “What? You don’t think red would look so pretty on you? The color of roses?” he chuckles, grabbing a fistful of your tender breast and squeezing until you mewl and sag into the rough treatment, “Timid, little thing, aren’t you? Frightened so easily.” his head dips, tongue dragging along your nipple, and when you gasped, your thighs clamping together to stop the feeling of his teasing flooding your core, he reads you like an open book. “I think you like this.” you start to shake your head yet again, but his hand has already abandoned your chest, hiking your skirt up to feel between your thighs. they were slick with sweat and… something else. your desire and shame. “You’re dripping, kitten. Do you enjoy my teasing that much?”

your thighs press harder into each other, but his fingers work to pry them apart, slipping in between to feel your bare sex. you choke back a gasp, your only free hand grasping at his wrist trying to pull it from your core as you jerk against his rubbing, but it was as effective as an ant trying to push a thumb away before it’s crushed beneath the force. “N—no…” but, much to your own dismay, you were soaking his fingertips and he was howling with amusement.

“Well, now, isn’t this cunt just so sensitive— I’ve hardly even touched you, and you’re all jitters already. Could I have caught a little virgin in my web?” humiliation floods your eyes, and you close them tight, turning your face away from him and digging your chin into your shoulder. he coos, leaning close enough for you to feel the chill or his skin against your cheek, and the ghastly drag of his lips as he spoke, “Good. The first and only cock you’ll ever wrap around will be Dio’s, your new master.”

“…I want to wake up…” you beg under your breath. surely, this had to be a terrible nightmare. so you kept biting down on your lip and repeating it. “I want… to wake up…”

“Eh?” he asks, grinning, “Stupid thing thinks she’s dreaming.” a wave of vicious cackling rolls through the corridor, and you shudder. a moment later, you feel him shifting, dropping to his knees in front of you. cautiously, you crack one eyelid and look down to see him ripping what was left of your skirt aside. there’s a flurry of cotton before it all settles on the floor. you shiver, stumbling back. Dio releases your wrist and grasps one ankle, hiking it up on to his shoulder. it threw your balance completely off; even on his knees, the man before you was still monstrous, and you were forced to stand on the tip toes of the opposite foot to stay upright. “Let’s find out if fear makes your cunt as sweet as your lips.”

both eyes opened wide, but you had no time to react before he was smashing his face against your sex, the bridge of his nose creating a solid cradle for your aching clit, and the thick muscle hiding in his mouth wiggled between your netherlips, gathering the taste of your essence on to his tastebuds. he growled, and the sound vibrated against you, sending every nerve into overdrive. both your hands dig into his golden locks, pulling hard to attempt to force his head back, but the scratching and scrambling didn’t phase him one bit. he didn’t budge, instead he laughed, then his words were slurred against you. “Don’t be so ungrateful,” his eyes glint in the dusky moonlight pouring through a broken window, and it seems so shameful and sinful to look down your naked torso at him. you could see the muscles in your own tummy contract when he nuzzled against your clit, and you clamped one hand over your mouth to keep your moans quiet. crying out for how good it felt would only make this all too real— and would give him the satisfaction of knowing that you couldn’t control it. “Your new god is on his knees for you, lapping at your trembling pussy. You should be singing my praises.” none too gently, he snags your clit with his teeth, creating a vice around it and rolling his tongue over the nub.

you bleat, and your knees buckle— the sole leg holding you up giving out. but Dio doesn’t let you crumble. with one hand fleeing, he wraps a massive fist around your throat to hold you in place, the furious muscles of his gargantuan arm hard and bulging against your torso. the pressure is enough to startle you, even though he doesn’t squeeze. you imagine the beast of a man could break your neck with little effort. this new grip occupies your mind, and your hands try to wrap themselves around his wrist instead, but it’s even too big for your fingertips to meet.

“You are a pathetic little kitty cat, aren’t you?” he teases, suckling on your clit until you see stars behind your eyelids, and your toes are curling, “You can’t even stand up on your own anymore. Just a few, easy flicks of my tongue and you’re putty in my hands. Makes my cock hard watching you lose this fight, knowing you know you’re fucked.”

you don’t want him to be right, but when he punctuates his statement by licking a fat stripe between your netherlips, you cry out, and your nails dig into his tough flesh. “Please!! Ha— have mercy…”

“Go on,” he urges, “cry for mercy. Scream for me. It won’t change a thing. You belong to me, now, and I’m going to break you in every way possible, starting with tongue fucking never ending orgasms out of your delicate, little body until it gives out. You’ll black out, and wake up to my big cock stretching you open.”

[decoraskei]

Stay the night? <3

pairing ⸺ fem!reader x part1!joseph (modern au)

summary ⸺ your shitty boyfriend gets angry at you over something petty so you do the next best thing, turn to your best friend who you hook up often with…

tags ⸺ friends with benefits, fluff and smut, porn with plot (sort of), drinking, sweet talk, praising, overstimulation, wet dreams, cheating, kissing, hugging, hair pulling, body worship (?).

word count ⸺ 1,860 words and 9,736 characters.

notes ⸺ this is kind of my first fic so don't expect the best from me, not sure if this is good but thank you my friends for reading this before i posted this ily guys ❤️! and again, minors please dni.

This wasn't the first time this happened. Your boyfriend tended to get angry over small things you did like when you forgot to do HIS laundry, like when you forgot to take out HIS trash -- it was all too much for you.

So one night when he finally snapped on you again you left and headed for your trusty friend who you knew would never let you down when it came to situations like these. You started crying on your way to his house out of pure frustration and anger from your boyfriend nagging you around all day non-stop and once you had finally arrived you slowly crept your way up to the door and knocked.

You heard a lot of moving around, almost like someone was in a rush. You were about to knock again before he swung the door open and gasped in joy when he saw you, then his face slowly switched to one of concern at the tears staining your cheeks. He didn't have to ask you what happened because this wasn't the first time you came to him about this kind of thing so he nodded understandingly before moving aside so you can walk in and so he can close the door behind you.

He helped you to the couch by holding your shoulders and when you gently sat down it was almost like he had 60 seconds to do everything, rushing like you would disappear soon. He turned off the lights because he knew your eyes would be sensitive from crying and got one thin blanket then another which was thicker before placing the two together and laying them on you.

Then he vanished off to his kitchen until you saw him return with a bunch of sweets and you swore your heart almost melted. He wasn't even your boyfriend yet he treated you better, perhaps a sign. he poured all of them into a big bowl and gently settled them next to you only to turn around again and grab the remote. He took his seat beside you and grabbed a pillow near him on the spacious couch to place it on his stomach as he laid back and moved his big but gentle hands to guide your head to lay on the pillow.

Not a word was shared between you yet so much was done to make you feel better, and in his grasp you felt special and like you were the only girl in the world.

"What'd he say this time?" As the opening scene to the movie comes on he breaks a silence you didn't even know was present. You shift your head to look up at him and you see him still playing that same concerned expression on his face from when he first opened the door and set his sights on your saddened one.

"I don't wanna talk about it…" You felt bad for not giving him context yet letting him do all of this for you but you truly wanted to enjoy this moment and think less of your bum of a boyfriend right now. He nodded sympathetically and turned his gaze back to the movie playing, it was a comedy and you were mentally thanking him for being so considerate as to not turn on anything else like a romance, horror or just something that wouldn't lift your mood.

-

"Well, that was good." The movie had ended and when he said that you thought your time was over and you had to go back now. you felt greedy and almost like a leech for wanting, yearning to stay longer. He noticed your faltering smile and quickly stood up to walk out again and you thought of the worst -- until he came back with board games, drinking games, card games and drinks. I couldn't help but laugh at how sweet he was and we both moved to the floor and started deciding what board game to start with first.

-

He let you stay the night, thankfully. You didn't wanna see your boyfriend right now and Joseph was here to keep that from happening for you. You dressed in simple pyjamas you had left at his house before.

I may have left out one detail, you and Joseph have hooked up on various occasions and it was safe to put you two in the 'friends with benefits' category. You weren't ashamed though, when your boyfriend wasn't good at his job and made you feel like shit Joseph was before him anyway and you both had no idea why you weren't dating yet. Tucking yourself into the covers you could hear him humming to himself in his bathroom and it made you smile even though you were drunk out of your mind from all the drinking.

Eventually he got into bed shirtless and with pyjama pants he bought to match yours and in a way you found it adorable. Some drunken small talk before he quickly fell fast asleep and you couldn't help but let out a quiet hushed laugh. You turned around to the other side and started getting comfortable before your eyes closed shut and you began to let out calm and soft snores against the pillow.

Sometime in the night Joseph began shifting. He had a wet dream and of all people he knew it was YOU, who was right in bed next to him. He turned to look at you with the obvious hard on and stain in his pants and his eyes lingered on your small sleeping form, it took everything to not just take you asleep but he was way more decent and respectful than that so he gently shook you awake and you fluttered your eyes open to see him looking half-drunk and desperate, for you.

"Babe, need help.." He mumbled out and as you registered what was happening you softly nodded, still trying to wake up fully. That was until he slid down your pyjama pants with a grunt and then your panties in advance to grab a hold of your knees and prying your legs open with his big hands. You smiled at his eagerness before he dove down and let you rest your legs on his back and wrapped his arms around your thighs for more comfort. Licking at you eagerly, sliding his tongue up and down and stopping at your clit every now and then to watch your back arch off the already sweaty and cold sheets of the bed. Nobody ever did it as good as him and sometimes you swore it was like he had a map of your pussy laid out in his head, tracing his tongue over all your favourite spots and making you squirm in pleasure.

His tongue peeked through your entrance and it was hard to keep quiet but whenever you made a noise he gripped at your thigh -- an obvious message telling you to shut up despite there being nobody to hear you, maybe he just wanted to focus. In reality it was the fact that your moans and cries of pleasure made his dick twitch even more and he was on the brink of loosing control. But so were you. You felt your eyes reach the back of your head as you had a short but amazing orgasm wash through you head to toe only making your legs shake slightly.

He departed from in between your folds and unwrapped his arms from around your plush thighs and wiping his slick covered face with his hand. He reached for the waistband of his own pants and slid them off and you swore you let out an audible gulp at the sight of the wet patch and obvious bulge covered by the thin fabric of his boxers, almost like it was waiting to be set loose and run wild. You got the message and bent over but you wished you got to see his cock spring free from the restraints of his black briefs.

You felt the warm and wetness of his member resting on your lower back now he was pulling back and pressing it at your entrance and letting it slowly stretch out your walls, the feeling all too familiar to you. Once he was fully sheathed inside you he hugged you and wrapped his arms around you to feel at your tits, his thrusts sloppy and messy but oh so amazing.

The long sequence of whines and sobs as he started getting faster against you, noticeably enraptured by the feeling of himself rubbing along the walls of your insides. And as for you, the feeling of him slipping in and out at such a overwhelming pace made you cum quick.

You thought that was the end, you thought. When he slowed down you were content but you grew surprised when he started going at it again despite having filled you already with his own seed. You grew louder, a little fragile from your first two orgasms but nothing was stopping him. A loud pornographic sounding moan escaped past your lips and stopped hugging you to now be plunging into you on his knees right behind you only to grab you by your hair .

He used his grasp on your hair to his advantage and every time you were at the tip of his pretty cock he pulled you back by your hair and thrusted forward which only let more ear-splitting moans break out from between your wet lips. The way he fucked you silly made you drool and the only think keeping you sane right now was the sweet nothings he whispered into your ears.

"So good f'me.. Please.." he almost begged. He finished again and even though he did he continued to thrust, only this time he let go of his grasp on your hair and went back to hug you to slow himself down a little. It was almost like he knew that every orgasm you had you became more delicate and he shouldn't push you but here you were still overstimulated as hell. He finally noticed how loud you were but oblivious to you he had neighbours who have had complained about you before so he snaked his hand around your neck and then to your mouth to cover it.

Two more thrusts and he released himself into your plush and soft cunt yet again. This time he stopped and pulled out, fortunately. Falling forward on the bed he grabbed a hold of you and chuckled. Taking a hold of the covers to pull them over the two of you and embrace you under the warmth of the covers you were safely asleep under not too long ago. You felt yourself smile as he softly kissed along your shoulder and back and neck.

"Thank you." He murmured and you two fell back into your separate deep depths of slumber, him content and you happy he decided to stop when he did -- but you were still happy.

thank you sm for reading!! i know it may not be the best considering my overusing of 'before' & 'and' but i hope to improve in the future!! (i hardly have motivation to write) if you have any requests for the next one just send a few tag suggestions/what you want in the fic and if its a character i dont rlly know then ill look at some clips or read about the character so i can try make it possible 4 u! tysm <3

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Tequila Hallucination

You've had a crush on Professor Kujo since walking into his Intro to Marine Science class. After a chance encounter while out drinking, you have a memorable night with him.

Read on AO3 here

SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY WARNINGS FOR :

Handjobs, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of breeding

Just a reminder friends that while Professor/student relationships seem hot in theory, there is a HUGE power imbalance in play.

College was the number one experience that you had been looking forward to since you started high school. When the topic came up freshman year, you began building a roadmap to college. You mapped out what classes to take, what GPA to maintain, and what colleges were the best fit for you. As you progressed from a freshman to a sophomore, you started narrowing down your major choices and, by the time you were a junior, you were dead set on California State University at Monterey. It had the major that you wanted (Marine Science) and was far enough away that you were out of your parent’s grasp but not too far that you could still visit home for holidays and breaks. Plus, the campus was close enough to the beach that you could go hang out there to study!

The roadmap that you had developed shifted to college and, once you were accepted into CSU Monterey and gave them your intent to enroll, you began deciding what classes to take for each semester. Your college counselor had suggested you take your General Education classes first, knocking out each requirement to get into the Marine Science major faster. When you had to register for classes, the counselor assigned to you was surprised at how in depth your plan was.

“You . . . have a spreadsheet?” they had asked, eyes wide.

Freshman year was spent taking only Gen Ed classes, crossing them off your spreadsheet and taking classes over the summer to advance your progress. Your classmates were impressed with your dedication, often asking you to help them plan out their programs and asking you for advice.

When you started your sophomore year at CSU Monterey, you were excited to cross off the last of your Gen Ed requirements so you could shift and focus entirely on the Marine Science major. You immediately made an appointment with your counselor to make sure you were still on track, and they had laughed when you walked in with a worried look.

“You are the last student who needs to be worried,” they had remarked. “Look at how organized you are!”

“I know,” you pouted. “But a lot can happen! Who knows what could change.”

“Oh, stop,” they sighed, shaking their head. “All is going well. You can take your first Marine Science course next semester.”

The idea of being one step closer to your major had you working even harder, and your first semester was spent at office hours or in the library. Social activities were on hold, no matter how much letting off steam sounded appealing.

Second semester rolled around, and you were finally taking your first Marine Science course. The course, Marine Science 1, was the first introductory class for the major. Given the competitiveness of the program, you had been told that you had to complete the Gen Ed requirements, including an Economics class and three Mathematics classes (where you had struggled in each one). A few of your high school classes had been applied to your program, which was why you were able to sign up for Marine Science 1.

The course was described as an introduction to the field of Marine Science and would include introductory terms and concepts. In order to take the next one in the series, Marine Science 2, you had to pass with a C or higher. The thought of getting a C made your eye twitch, so you made a promise to yourself to get an A.

The morning of the first class you woke up early, sitting up in your bed and stretching before gathering your bathroom things and shuffling into the communal bathroom. You took your time getting ready, satisfied with your appearance before making your way over to the dining commons to have a filling breakfast. Marine Science 1 was your first class of the day, set to start at 9 sharp. The lecture hall was near the dining commons you were at, so you took your time walking over there before finding a bench nearby to wait to enter.

There was an 8 AM lecture before the class, so you occupied yourself with checking your backpack to make sure you had all of your supplies before scrolling through your phone. The class was let out at 8:45, and you brushed your way through the exiting crowd and into the large lecture hall. Smiling to yourself, you sat in the third row in a middle seat before gathering your supplies and getting ready for lecture.

The lecture hall filled up quickly, and you noted that the Professor hadn’t arrived yet. Maybe they were running late? Did they have first day jitters?

Do professors get first day jitters?

Shaking your head, you glanced around you and noted still no professor.

“Very unprofessional,” you muttered to yourself.

The clock ticked closer to nine, and you wondered if the class would be cancelled. Your heart sank in your chest at the thought, and you began preparing yourself for the worst. Sighing, you checked your phone, seeing the time change to 9.

“Sorry I’m late.”

A deep voice rang out through the hall, causing everyone to go silent. You swiveled your head just in time to see the professor hurrying down the aisle. He was a blur as he rushed by, and you didn’t get a good look until he was standing at the podium.

He was hot.

He was dressed all in white, giving him a slightly ethereal look. A white trench coat hung down his long legs, a purple turtleneck underneath tucked into white pants. You swallowed thickly as you observed the way his clothing seemed to stretch along his muscles. A white hat sat on his head, but he removed it to run a hand through his dark hair. While his hair was styled neatly, you could tell that it was slightly unruly, as a few loose strands stuck out in curls.

“My name is Professor Kujo, and I will be your professor for Marine Science 1 this semester.”

He finally looked up, revealing a pair of intense blue eyes. They looked around the lecture hall, taking in the size of the audience before settling on you. You felt a shiver run up your spine at how strong his gaze was upon you. The moment was severed when he cleared his throat and opened up his presentation.

The first lecture went by too fast, and you found yourself feeling slightly disappointed as you left. Professor Kujo had gone over his background, revealing that he was working on his PhD and mostly did research in the area by campus. He had presented at different conferences and revealed that some of his research papers would be assigned reading for the course. Overall, he was an impressive man and you found yourself drawn to him.

It seemed you weren’t the only one. You overhead girls whispering as you walked out about how hot and gorgeous Professor Kujo was.

“Do you think he’s single?” one girl giggled.

“I didn’t see a ring on his finger,” her friend replied.

As the semester went on, you realized that Professor Kujo was strict. He seemingly exerted order in every aspect of his life, and it spilled over heavily into his course. You had a feeling he rarely gave extensions for work and expected his exams to be difficult and full of details that you couldn’t miss.

Your predictions came true when midterms rolled around. Professor Kujo had been kind enough to supply a study guide, but once you went over it you realized there was a lot you had to brush up on. Every moment was spent studying from the day he passed out the guide. Thankfully, your other classes had midterms you could breeze through, which meant you could focus on Professor Kujo’s class.

“Why don’t you just ask him for help?”

Your roommate, Anne, was walking with you to the library. The two of you had booked a study room and intended to stay until dinner.

“Are you kidding?” you gasped. “Professor Kujo would probably ding me for that.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

Thankfully, you managed to pass the exam with a B+, and Anne announced that you two would be celebrating.

“I got us some fake IDs for the occasion!”

The two of you took an Uber to the adjacent college town, using your new IDs to get into the newest club. It was packed, the smell of sweat and alcohol permeating the air. Anne rushed to the bar to get shots while you glanced around to take note of the place.

“Here, cheers!”

You clinked the shot glass before throwing the drink back. The burn felt delightful, and you realized you really needed an outlet. You sent Anne back for another round of shots which you took before dragging her out to the dance floor.

Two drinks and an hour of dancing later, you were feeling awesome. You moved to the loud bass, laughing as Anne grinded against you. She had a much better tolerance than you and was entertained at how drunk you were getting. A few guys had come up to try and dance with you two, but Anne only allowed the cute or non creepy ones to get close. While you hadn’t thought about taking anyone home, the thought began to form in your mind.

It was nearing midnight when you realized you didn’t want the night to end. You were now three drinks in and had crossed over into drunk territory. Anne dragged you to the bathroom so you both could use it before returning back to the dance floor. At this point the club was packed, having to push through tightly packed bodies to get back to dancing.

“Girl, you need some water. The last thing I need is for you to get blacked out.”

Anne waggled a finger at you in warning.

“Do not go anywhere or talk to anyone. I’ll be right back.”

You gave her a sloppy salute in response. Rolling her eyes, she turned and disappeared towards the bar. She had left you on the outskirts of the dance floor, leaning against a random table. You hummed along to the music and turned your head upon feeling someone approach you.

“Yo! You look like you need a drink!”

A tall guy wearing a CSU Monterey sweatshirt was holding a bottle of tequila. He grinned down at you, wiggling his eyebrows as he jerked his head towards the bottle.

“Come take a handle pull! This shit is expensive!”

The rational part of your brain, albeit very small at this point, was yelling at you in protest. The rest of your very drunk brain ignored it, and you shrugged at the guy before grabbing the bottle.

“Fuck it.”

You threw your head back, pouring the tequila down your throat. You knew it was expensive because it didn’t burn as it went down, which led to you drinking more than you should have. The guy whooped as you took your last sip and handed him the bottle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Oh fuck yeah! You’re pretty cool!”

He high fived you before heading to the next table. Your vision was beginning to swim, and you realized now that you shouldn’t have done that. Sucking in a breath, you closed your eyes to steady your breathing. Once it felt like the world was clearer, you slowly opened your eyes.

Professor Kujo was standing across the club, staring at you with an amused expression.

You blinked furiously. You were trashed, right?

Closing your eyes again, you shook your head furiously before opening one. Professor Kujo was still there, the image unchanged. Shame flooded through you, and you realized your Professor had seen you drinking underage.

Oh God, what if he lowers my grade because of this?!

Without thinking, you rushed into the dance floor. Anne’s warning floated through your ears, but you knew you needed to hide. A group of frat guys were near the middle, their tall figures allowing for you to crouch down a little. One of them noticed you and dragged you towards the circle, but you tried pushing him away.

Okay, no dancefloor.

You headed towards the hallway that led to the bathroom. The line was long, the end of it trailing into the main part of the club. Sighing, you turned around and decided to find Anne. It seemed even more crowded, and you realized it would be impossible. The dance floor seemed to be the only option, so you walked around the edge of it before you found a semi-empty spot you could hide in for now.

The shock of seeing Professor Kujo had sobered you up quite a bit. You were able to pay attention to your surroundings better, and you realized that the DJ was playing much better music. Bopping your head, you figured that getting back into the groove and dancing was all you could do right now. Letting go of your embarrassment, you let your body sway to the music.

You glanced around yourself in search of Anne or Professor Kujo. You didn’t see either of them, so you shrugged and kept dancing on. Anne was probably stuck at the bar with how crowded the club was, and you hoped that Professor Kujo would realize this was out of his realm and leave.

At least, you hoped he had left.

Why had your Professor been here in the first place?! Was he a secret party animal? Did he come here to have a drink and let go? Was this where he picked up girls?

For some reason, the last question bothered you. Scoffing, you furiously shook your head and forced yourself to focus on the music. Your dancing picked up, and you realized now you wanted to find a guy to take home to forget about your Professor. Glancing around you again, you realized most people were beyond drunk at this point and that there was no point in even approaching them. Sighing, you wondered if maybe it was time to go.

“You seem lost.”

A deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to jump. It sounded familiar, and you glanced over your shoulder to see Professor Kujo standing there. Now that he was closer, you were able to get a good look at him. He was wearing a black dress shirt tucked into dark pants, with a pair of sneakers finishing the look. His normally stoic face had a slightly amused look as he peered down at you.

“P-Professor Kujo,” you stammered out.

Gently taking your arm, he guided you off the dance floor and towards the back where more tables were. The music began to fade, and eventually he was able to talk to you without needing to be so close.

“What a surprise seeing you here,” he said.

“I could say the same about you,” you responded shyly.

He studied you for a long moment.

“Do you normally drink this much?”

Shit, he had seen you.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Only after stressful exams.”

A slow smile tugged at his lips.

“Really? I expected someone as studious as you to not struggle with exams.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Had he been taking note of you this whole time?

“W-well,” you nervously laughed. “Even I have my flaws.”

“I doubt that.”

He examined you again, blue eyes seeming to soften the longer he looked at you.

“You fascinate me.”

You couldn’t help but stare back in response. After a moment he laughed, shaking his head before asking you questions about yourself. You fell into light conversation with him, surprised at how easily you two seemed to get along. He was asking you why you had chosen to study Marine Science when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket.

“Sorry, give me a second.”

Anne had sent you a series of texts. The first had been asking where you were, before she began narrating a cute guy buying her a drink. The last text read sorry babe, you went MIA. Taking him home. Going back to his, so don’t wait up for me ;)

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, my roommate is going home with someone.”

He cocked his head to the side.

“Well, I hope that’s alright with you.”

You shrugged.

“Why don’t we go dance?”

Before you could respond, Professor Kujo grabbed your hand and began directing you towards the dance floor.

“P-Professor Kujo!” you yelled out over the music.

“Jotaro.”

He turned around to respond, leaning in towards you.

“Call me Jotaro.”

His hand never left your hips as you danced together. Despite this, he kept a respectable distance. It seemed he was more interested in seeing you move more than anything. You had tried a few times to turn around and grind on him, but he seemed reluctant to let you do so. He was able to follow along to the beat well, which surprised you given his large size. After a while, though, he began to move closer to you. The hand on your hip tightened, especially when he noticed other guys looking at you.

“It’s getting late. Are you doing okay?”

Your phone said it was near one. You were feeling fine, and you told Jotaro so.

“Well, how about we go back to my place?”

You responded with a slow nod. Jotaro reached for your hand, interlacing your fingers before leading you out of the club. Given how late it was, the temperature had dropped, and you shivered. Jotaro let go of your hand and instead wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. He slowed his pace to walk alongside you, and you breathed in his scent. He smelled . . . nice. Whatever cologne he was wearing was probably expensive.

The club only had valet parking, so he slipped his ticket to a worker and turned his head to look down at you.

“Are you hungry? Do you want anything to eat?”

You shook your head.

“Okay, we’ll just head straight to my place then.”

A few minutes later a sleek Audi pulled up. Jotaro opened the passenger door for you, and you slid in. He settled into the driver’s seat and took off. A part of you had wondered where your Professor lived. Did he live in the college town? Did he commute from outside of Monterey? There was a part of Monterey that was much wealthier than the rest, and you wondered if he was taking you there.

Jotaro was quick to turn on the heater, and you felt your body relaxing in the seat. The drive was quiet, the only sound soft jazz playing on his radio. He drove carefully, stopping properly at stop signs and never running any yellow lights. You noticed he was driving towards the freeway, and you figured he probably lived just outside the city in a nice suburb. Your mind ran wild, wondering if he lived humbly in a small apartment or condo or if he lived luxuriously in a large home.

Professors didn’t make money, right? Or were you being callous?

When you turned onto the freeway, Jotaro spoke, startling you from your reverie.

“You still doing okay?”

You nodded in affirmation, and he fell back into silence. The freeway was empty given the late hour, but he still kept on driving cautiously. You read each sign that you passed, watching everything fly by and continuing to imagine the home that you were being driven to. After about fifteen minutes of driving, you noticed he was exiting towards where the main beaches were located.

Okay, so definitely a house.

The smell of the ocean wafted through the car’s vents, and you breathed in the scent deeply. Even though it was late, the moon was shining just enough to illuminate the ocean softly. You watched in awe as the waves lapped towards the shore, the beach close enough that you could walk if you wanted to. Jotaro pulled off from the main street towards a smaller street, and you realized you were finally in his neighborhood.

“Sorry for the long drive. I wanted to make sure I was a decent distance from work.”

“This isn’t too far,” you assured him. “Plus, it’s a nice drive.”

He glanced at you from the side of his eyes as he spoke.

“It is.”

The streets were dark but his headlights lit them up. You took note of each house you drove by, your eyes getting wider with each one you passed. They all looked expensive, and you realized that Jotaro either came from money or was really good with money.

“We’re here. Let me open the gate.”

The home in front of you was quite possibly the most beautiful home you had ever seen. It was in a Cape Cod style, a neat white picket fence lining the lawn in front and leading up into the home. A small lawn sat to the right side of the home, with long, gray stairs leading up to the entrance. A small gazebo-like structure was built over the stairs right before the door, with a lamp illuminating the spot underneath. Jotaro pulled into the driveway, shutting the car off before slipping out. You followed him up the stairs, trailing behind him quietly as he unlocked the door and gestured for you to slip in.

The inside was just as beautiful. You followed him into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa. The living room had a door that led onto a patio where, not too far from it, the beach was. You sat carefully on the opposite edge of the sofa, glancing around you while Jotaro stared at you.

“Would you like a tour?”

You perked up and nodded. Chuckling, he stood and you followed him. The tour began in the dining room, where a table for twelve sat. Five vases filled with flowers sat in the middle, serving as decoration. The patio that you had seen from the living room ran alongside the dining room, and you could faintly hear the ocean in the distance. From there you went into the kitchen, a large open space with shiny appliances. You leaned against the island as he talked about the history of the house. He led you upstairs towards the bedrooms and bathrooms, showing you each individual one. The tour ended in his bedroom, a large room with a door that led right onto the sand.

“So? What do you think?”

“You have a beautiful home. How do you afford this?”

He sat at the edge of his bed.

“My parents helped me out. I also do a lot of research, so I have a pretty steady income.”

I’ll say.

Jotaro patted the spot beside him, and you nervously sat there. You glanced everywhere but at him, trying to memorize the details of his bedroom. A desk sat in the corner near the door leading outside, and it was stacked with various books on Marine Science. It seemed he worked hard at home just like he did at school.

“Hey.”

When you turned to look at him, his face was close to yours. You jumped back but he gently grabbed your waist, bringing you closer.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he spoke softly.

“I-it’s okay,” you replied.

“Why are you so nervous?”

You blinked up at him.

“Um, well you’re my professor.”

He slowly retracted his hand from your waist and looked away.

“If anything, I should be the nervous one here.”

He cleared his throat, seeming to gather himself before he turned to look at you again.

“I . . . have never slept with a student.”

You gave a slow nod.

“Okay?”

He studied you as he spoke.

“The only reason I went out to that club tonight was because I needed a drink and some noise to distract myself. Work has taken a lot out of me lately.”

“I’m guessing you don’t do that often?” you teased.

“Not at all,” he sighed. “But a coworker mentioned it was a place for a good time.”

You raised an eyebrow. Another professor said that? Maybe a TA . . .

“Anyways, what I’m trying to get at is . . .”

His hand resumed his previous position on your waist and his ocean eyes looked deep into yours.

“I am insanely attracted to you.”

“P-Profess - Jotaro,” you whispered.

“There’s something about you that’s drawn me since the beginning. You caught my eye on the first day, and your work ethic swayed me.”

He scooted closer to you.

“I think the alcohol I drank tonight has emboldened me. Normally I’m a very guarded person. I’m sure you’ve noticed that in lecture.”

“Oh, I definitely have,” you laughed.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

You answered his question by leaning in forward and pressing your lips against his. He tasted faintly of beer mixed with what you could only assume was his natural taste. You let out a quiet groan into his mouth, your hand reaching up to rest on his shoulder. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become sloppy, and after a moment you both broke apart to catch your breath.

“Undress and on the bed. Now.”

You carefully slid off the bed and began removing your clothing. Jotaro watched you for a second before he began doing the same. Your eyes trailed his movements, watching as he yanked his dress shirt from his pants and swiftly began unbuttoning it. He revealed exquisite muscles, his abs rock hard and a happy trail peeking out from the top of his pants. You were slipping off your undergarments when he unzipped his pants, pulling them down his long legs and leaving him in his briefs, where his large erection strained against them.

“On the bed, lay down.”

Jotaro mirrored your movements and laid down beside you. You lay on your side as you reached for his face, pulling him into a kiss. As you kissed him your hands slid down to his hips, tucking your fingers into the waistband before pulling them down. His cock sprang out, and your eyes went wide upon seeing his immense size.

“Wow.”

He chuckled, watching you as you leaned over him. You hesitated before reaching for his cock with your right hand. It twitched as you made contact with it, and you heard Jotaro hiss under his breath. You wrapped your hand around it, mouth dropping in surprise as your hand didn’t fully wrap around it. Sucking in a breath to steady yourself, you began stroking him at a slow pace to start. Jotaro let out quiet groans as you kept on, and you glanced over to see his eyes shut. Smiling to yourself, you leaned over his chest and licked up a stripe along it before kissing it.

“Fuck.”

You felt his hand come up to rest on your shoulder, pulling you flush against him. Smirking, you picked up the pace, tilting your head to see the way his face was scrunched up in pleasure. Your hands moved faster but his hand shot out, preventing you from going on.

“I don’t want to finish yet. Let me take care of you instead.”

He pulled away from you, crawling off the bed. You were about to ask him what he was doing when you were suddenly yanked towards the end of the bed. Jotaro was kneeling on the floor, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Put your legs together.”

You obeyed him, pressing your legs together. His large hands shot out, holding onto the back of your thighs and pressing them up towards the ceiling. It took you a moment to realize he was about to go down on you, but before you could object his mouth was on you. Your hips tried to jerk up but his grip on your thighs was so strong you were basically immobilized. Moaning out his name, your hands fumbled slightly before tangling in his hair.

“J-Jotaro,” you gasped out. “Your mouth feels so good.”

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending a pleasurable shiver throughout your body. His tongue circled your clit before diving into your opening, trying to reach as deep into you as possible. Your fingers tightened around his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“Mmm, baby,” he groaned against you. “Pull harder.”

The combination of the vibrations and his words barreled your orgasm closer to you. You yanked harder and his mouth worked faster against yours. Stars began to dance behind your eyes, and when his mouth closed around your clit and sucked hard you came with a cry of his name. He continued to gently lap against you as your body shook under him, hands still holding onto his hair before letting go as you melted into the sheets.

“You’re really good with your mouth,” you managed to mumble out.

Jotaro chuckled as he stood off, stroking himself to the sight of you below him. Your eyes were closed, and you felt his breath ghosting over your mouth before he kissed you.

“Can you move?”

Nodding, you cracked open one eye. He jerked his head towards the middle of the bed, and you slowly settled there. You looked up at him as he knelt on the bed, towering over you as he continued to stroke himself.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

You shook your head.

“No, I’m on birth control. Plus I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

He nodded, his right hand grabbing onto the back of your left thigh.

“We can stop. You just tell me the word, and I will.”

“Jotaro,” you frowned. “I want this. Are you going to fuck me or not?”

He grabbed his cock and began aligning himself with your entrance.

“You asked for it.”

You opened your mouth to give him a teasing remark but cried out instead. He was huge, and even though he had prepped you by eating you out and giving you an orgasm it still stung. His hand continued to hold onto your thigh, spreading your leg open to allow himself to fuck into you deeper. Your hand came up to hold onto it, your other hand supporting your head with each thrust.

“You’re so big,” you whined out.

Jotaro smirked and gave a hard thrust in response. You felt his balls smacking against your ass, and you realized you wanted him to fill you up until you were brimming and spilling out.

“Damn, I didn’t realize you were that perverted.”

Your eyes shot open. Shit, had you said that out loud?!

“I can do that for you, baby. You want me to breed you? Fill you up? Make you a Mommy?”

You bit your lip, feeling yourself clench around him. Fuck, maybe you were perverted.

“I’ll take your pussy’s response as a yes.”

He leaned down to grab your other leg before pushing your legs over his shoulders. The new angle had him slipping in even deeper, and you were practically screaming at this point. You were thankful his neighbors were really far apart because you were sure that a noise complaint or even the cops would be called.

“Fuck, you just got even tighter,” Jotaro panted out.

Your mind was completely blank as your second orgasm began to form deep in your core. Mouth lolling open you tried to tell him but a string of slurred words came out instead.

“Have I really fucked you that stupid?” he laughed.

You tightened around him in response, cutting his laugh off.

“Fuck, I’m about to come. You better take everything I give you.”

His words were the bullet that set your orgasm off, your voice cracking as you moaned out his name. You felt him finish inside of you, feeling warm as he filled you up with his cum. His arms were shaking as he gently let go of your legs, letting them fall back onto the bed. When he pulled out you let out a whine, feeling a little of his cum slipping out. A large finger pushed it back in, and you heard him click his tongue.

" Can’t waste it, baby.”

He laid beside you, sweating and panting. Your mind was woozy, already beginning to drift off to sleep. A part of you knew you should get up to clean yourself up but you were exhausted from the drinking, dancing, late hour, and the intense sex you had just had.

“You okay?”

You gave Jotaro a weak thumbs up, to which he chuckled.

“I would offer to run a bath but you look tired.”

You gave another thumbs up. He carefully lifted you, cradling you as he pulled the covers back and gently laid you back down. The pillows were comfy around your head, and the warmth of the blankets plus Jotaro pulling you against him lulled you to sleep. Just as you were drifting off, you heard him whisper into your hair.

“I hope you don’t think this is a one-time thing. I want to get to know more of you.”

As much as you wanted to respond you couldn’t, instead replying by curling into his side and pressing a lazy kiss against his chest. Seemingly satisfied, Jotaro kissed your head, the two of you falling into a deep sleep.