Fem Virgin Crusader!Reader x Jealous Jotaro… and Kakyoin (characters aged up to 20’s!!!)
Warnings: smut, voyeurism, loss of virginity, jealous awkward asshole Jotaro.
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Jotaro hated himself. He cursed himself every day. Why did he choose to be so stoic and distant? When you joined the group, he instantly had feelings for you. You were the most gorgeous creature he ever laid his eyes on. But, as if you were a wild animal - or was he the wild animal? - he never got too close. Never showed his feelings. He should’ve known that would be a mistake.
You were left “available,” Polnareff and Kakyoin in particular using their charms on you and flirting almost constantly. You would smile and blush and coyly soak up the attention. It made Jotaro sick. But things got so much worse one night while staying at a hotel. Jotaro had woken from a fitful sleep and stepped out on his balcony. He then realized Kakyoin was nowhere to be found. In the night he heard a woman moaning breathily, gently sighing profanity.
Peering to his left, he saw you, sitting on your own balcony, a graphic scenario taking place. Your silky robe was opened, exposing your soft looking breasts in the moonlight. You sat with your legs opened, the redheaded man kneeling between them, lapping up at your entrance. Jotaro’s heart began to pound as he watched your back arch in the night, your body tensing as you whimpered a shaky, “Nori.”
Jotaro dashed back inside, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted you to have seen him or not.
The next day, you and Kakyoin were noticeably closer, staying near each other even more than usual and brushing hands. Jotaro had never felt so repulsed. What else had you done with that damn cherry licking bastard? Did you suck him off, too? Let him fuck you? Did he take your virginity?
Jotaro decided everything would change, starting tonight.
When making new rooming arrangements, he argued that you should not be rooming alone, given the danger. Kakyoin quickly spoke up to offer to stay with you, but Jotaro didnt let him get a word in edgewise.
“I don’t sleep very deep, I can stay on watch for her.” With that he grabbed your arm and pulled you along with him, practically tossing you into your room.
You were confused by his actions; why was he so adamant now?
Now that you two were really alone together, he felt his heart race. Was he… nervous? Any nerve he had to confess to you or kiss you was gone. Vanished. He awkwardly stalked off to the bathroom, but before he shut the door he heard your sweet voice ring out, “Thank you for staying with me.” You had figured you should be grateful to him at least. Without a response he shut the door.
He immediately began showering, thinking about his overwhelming feelings and his new plan. Did he tell you he liked you? Loved you? Wanted to fuck you? All of the above were true. The warm water running down his body helped him calm himself and his wild thoughts. He still hadn’t gotten that visual out of his mind: you, in pure ecstasy, because of Kakyoin. It made him so fucking jealous but it turned him on so much. Remembering how your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, your heaving chest, your rosy nipples… he looked down and saw his cock was now rock hard.
Without hesitation he grabbed hold of it, pumping furiously. He imagined the visual over and over again, and how your sweet moans had filled the night air. He finished embarrassingly fast, cum dripping down his hand and mixing with the steaming water. God, he felt pathetic. There he was touching himself to thoughts of you when he could just go in there and take you himself.
As night fell, you both wordlessly got into your separate beds to sleep. He cursed internally that you weren’t wearing whatever gorgeous silk robe you had on the previous night. After half an hour, you rose from your bed, thinking Jotaro asleep, and went into the bathroom. When you emerged, you had changed into the very silk robe he’d been thinking about, and sneaked towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Jotaro’s accusatory voice startled you. You slowly turned around, holding the robe very close to you. “U-um… just for, um…” your mind blanked for an excuse.
Jotaro stood from his bed, coming towards you. His aquamarine eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness into you. “You were going to see Kakyoin, weren’t you?” he interrogated. You nodded slowly. “Is it that obvious?”
Jotaro stopped his advancing when he was very close to you, towering over you. He simply cursed, “Lucky son of a bitch.”
Your eyes widened. You finally figured it out. He was jealous. If only he knew. If only he knew how you felt, how conflicted your heart was. You loved Noriaki dearly, he drove you insane. But, like a whore, you couldn’t shake your attraction to Jotaro. He never gave you the time of day, but you secretly wanted to be railed by him just as bad.
You stayed still, hoping he’d make a move. You both simply stood there in the dark, looking at each other. You finally broke the silence by slowly opening your robe, revealing that you were completely naked underneath. Jotaro’s facial expression remained calm but you swear you could see him blush even in the darkness. You raised a finger to your pussy, gently rubbing against it. Faint wet sounds were easily heard. You parted your lips and stated quietly, “I’m so wet.”
That was it. Any fears or awkwardness Jotaro had about pursuing you, it was gone. He grabbed your body, pulling you into him as he kissed you frantically. You moaned out, both surprised and passionate. Jotaro placed both arms underneath your backside and picked you up, not breaking the kiss, as you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you to his bed, tossing you down as you both caught your breath.
He laid next to you, panting slightly both from the deep kiss and from his heightened feelings. You sat up and hovered over him, smiling as you opened your robe more to show him your breasts. You shoved them against his face, him craning his neck up to meet you. You felt his mouth around your nipple, licking and sucking, causing you to let out a moan. He moved to your other nipple, giving it the same attention, before breaking away.
He swapped your positions, getting on top of you and pinning you down. He gently ran his fingers across the silken robe, that for some reason drove him crazy. You grinned, “Nori bought it for me… he gave it to me last night… and he made me come on his mouth…”
Jotaro’s jealously flared up briefly, immediately asking, “Did you fuck you? Did he have you? Did he penetrate your sweet hole?”
You grinned again, “No… I promise… no one has ever had me that way,..”
Jotaro suddenly felt an uncontrollable rush. He ripped his tank off and hurriedly removed his boxers. You meanwhile began to remove the robe, but he stopped you. “No… leave it on… I want to take you in it… fuck you in what he gave you…”
You felt yourself get even wetter. You pulled the loose sleeves back up and eagerly awaited what he would do to you. As soon as he was naked, he dove down between your legs, eliciting a gasp from you as his tongue darted out and started searching for your sweet spot. After a few seconds you breathed, “Oh yeah right there, right there,” and he moved his tongue in every which way in that spot. He looked up at you with lust filled eyes as he finally got to see what he wanted. Your pretty face, all overwhelmed and contorting, because of him. Not Nori. Him.
His cock was achingly hard but he didn’t want to fuck you yet. He had to prove he could be as good as Kakyoin- no, better.
Your moans got needier and you finally, quickly, orgasmed right into his waiting mouth. He swallowed down your juices like it was nectar. He moaned as he felt your thighs clench around his head. You cursed and moaned until you had completed your sweet, sweet, climax, relaxing your body.
Jotaro quickly came back up to you, giving you a wet kiss that let you taste your own fluids. You grinned and licked your lips, saying, “It tastes so good from your lips… almost as good as off of Nori’s.” You knew that would drive him crazy, and you were right.
In an instant he flipped you over, sliding up the robe to uncover your ass in the air, as he pumped his cock in preparation. You whimpered in anticipation as you braced yourself for his entry.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for his size. You practically yelled as he slowly went in, and it suddenly occurred to Jotaro that Kakyoin might be able to hear you from his room next door. The thought made him feral, deciding he would hear you.
Once he was in he began to pound into you, causing you to squeal and moan. “Say my name!” he demanded. You sighed and cried out, “Jotaro!”
Jotaro huffed. Being balls deep in your tight pussy, your round ass for a view, hearing you scream his name while his rival likely heard? He was ready to cum already.
But no, he wanted it to last. This was too good to stop already. He pumped slower, hearing a sigh of relief from you. It was nice, savoring your wetness and tightness, listening to the lewd, wet slapping sounds and your labored moans. God, you were like his own personal pornstar.
But you were more than that, too. He loved you, cared about you. And from the way you so willingly gave yourself to him, he was guessing you felt the same. He had his whole life to savor you. That was a nice thought.
And with that thought came the sense of urgency again- if he had forever, why not rush it now? He began to pound again, making you moan. He gripped your ass tightly, thrusting incessantly.
“Oh fuck! Oh! Jotaro!” you cried out as you felt your second orgasm of the night. It washed over you as you spasmed and shivered. Hearing your climax pushed Jotaro over the edge, his thrusts faltering as he came inside you, filling you up. Once he was finished, he pulled out of you and laid next to you, exhausted.
You both caught your breath and you laid your head on his chest. Only now did he look down and see the little bit of blood mixed in with your bodily fluids, the sign that he’d taken your virginity. He looked over at you and you gave him a tired smile. He confessed, in his usual gruff tone, “Good grief, I think I like you.”
You kissed his chest and replied, “I think I like you, too… but I also really like Nori… I think I like you both… do you think I can do that, like you both, I mean? I love your personalities, your words, your bodies… I cannot decide.”
Jotaro wasn’t expecting you to say that. He was jealous again for a moment - he thought after what you two had done you were automatically his - but his jealousy faded when he realized what you were really saying.
You did love him. Your feelings for Kakyoin didn’t change how much you liked him, or the meaning of what you shared. You were a horny, naive girl in her 20’s, still figuring it out. Who cares if you liked two men? Who cares if you wanna have fun with both of them because you truly care? He had gotten what he wanted: your body and your affection.
You kissed Jotaro again before standing, going to the bathroom to clean up before emerging and heading back to the door, turning to your lover and saying, “I’ll be back, Nori’s waiting.”
• Stirring awake from the nap you took 2 hours ago, you turn on your back as the weight of your boyfriend's arms draws you in. You glance at his placid features, tracing the facial structures that attracted you to him with your drowsy eyes. From the crown of his head where his luscious locks sprouts unruly to the slop of his nose, over his cupids bow and round the perfect pout of his soft lips, you gaze in adoration of the man you want to marry some day - hopefully soon.
• Remembering the reason for your wakefulness, you close your eyes and allow the dream to consume you in its lethargic grasp. Only the bits that remain vividly visible course down between your legs where you feel your pussy pulsate. Unable to sleep the problem off, you quietly - not to wake your boyfriend - slide your hand under your shorts and begin creasing your clit through your panties. Slowly but surely, you start to feel the pleasure diffusing through your veins as you apply pressure.
• Casting your eyes open, you pause at the little snore he let out before continuing your administration. As your eyes are heavy again, you exhale his name in a low whisper as your juices is drenching the seat of your panties. Slipping your fingers further underneath, you moan - bitting your lip - as the cold tips of your fingers makes contact with your arouse clit, rubbing the bud a bit harder while your other fingers commence to dip into your hole. Squelch Squelch Squelch is all that is heard beside your labor breathing and the needy utterance of his name in the room. You toas your short off somewhere, widening your thights as the added space makes you go deeper but it's not enough. It's never enough with fingers so little and a body so thick. You're persistent on cumming, your dark nipples hard and aching under his t-shirt that you wore. His name become a cord stuck in your throat as you clench your eyes shut and still your movements upon his head nesting into your neck.
• The raspy trembles in his command sends bolts of lust straight to your clit while you feel his hand push down the rest of your clothes, throw your left leg over his thigh and replace your fingers with his long ones. The sudden intrusion got your legs quivering, a groan yanked from your mouth as he sets a brutal pace. His other hand grips your right breast, kneading the plump muscle into submission all the while you're grabbing his wrist, needing some type of stability with the way your body is being bounced on his fingers. "B-baby, AH! MMMMHNN- AH! I-i i i ..."
• All you can do is bob your head yes, the pressure is building up and you're so close you can feel it in your toes and taste it on the tip of your tongue. Your skin wet with sweat, your stomach jiggling, your spine arching. Fuck, you're so close. You feel him stop completely, sending you to whine as the knot subdue sluggishly before he's thrusting back into you with a ferocious intent.
• You cry out, "I wa-wanna cum! I WANNA CUM SO BAD! I WANNA CUM FOR YOU DADDY! please don't stop - PLEASE, DADDY! I NEED CHU, I NEED CHU! PLEASE!! I wanna c-c-cum..."
• He flips you on your stomach, caging you in his embrace as he speeds up. Tears gather in the pillow you're facedown in, the sheets crumbling in your fist as you rock your hips to his thrusting. Your ass clapping while he draggs his harden dick along the curve of your ass. This angle -him fingering your pussy from behind - has you creaming and screaming hard. You're almost there, just a bit more.
• You explode! Squirting everywhere. You fall back on the bed, cool to the touch as your ass is still in the air hanging on by that sexy arch in your spine. Your boyfriend places kisses on your neck, turning your head to ravish your mouth with his tounge. You whimper weakly, struggling to kiss back. He licks the spit from the corner your mouth as you watch him with lidded eyes strip his shirt off and pull down his sweatpants.
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characters: Jotaro Kujo (Part 4), gender neutral reader, mention of Dio Brando
rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.
Imagine…
prompt: "don’t be ridiculous, there’s enough room on this bed for both of us", "we’re just friends”,, “friends don’t do this kind of shit” and "you just squirted on my dick”
a/n: ahhh i had to re post😫💓 enjoy yall!! pls keep requesting <3
warnings: NSFW, swearing, rough sex, somnophilia ish not really, hand job, slight cockwarming, squirting, just some smut so minors dni!!!
word count: 2.2k
What an eventful night.
When you and your friend, Jotaro, were stuck together during a terrible storm, you were forced to spend the night at his, unexpectedly. After stopping by to drop off some food (or at least, that was your excuse) you were left with no choice but to stay by him because of the horrible weather heading your way.
You've had a crush on Jotaro for as long as you can remember, but you two were strictly friends. You never confessed your feelings and from the way it seemed, he did not feel the same. So yes, you "dropped off some food by his house" but in reality you just wanted to see him because it had been over two weeks since you two last hung out.
And boy, were you glad you stopped by.
I have a request you don't need to write it if you want
But can I request jofoes with a partner who has a stand like meduca and them finding out she was assaulted by a person when she was a nun and got blamed because it's her fault and her leaving the place
Like her becoming the definition of feminine rage and meeting her jofoes and becoming partners how would they react to her backstory.
Them being Imagen the jofoes with a partner who has a stand like meduca and them finding out she was assaulted by a person when she was a nun and got blamed because it's her fault
Like her becoming the definition of feminine rage and meeting her jofoes and becoming partners how would they react to her backstory.
Them being the only men she likes must be a ego boost for some and for the others she won't betray them or leave them and as long she trusts them her stand doesn't affect them long she trusts them her stand doesn't affect them🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍
sure, i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <3
Mista needs a hand late at night and tries to ask Abbacchio for help, only to realize that he’s interrupted something spicy after seeing Abbacchio sweaty and covered in glossy lip stains!
Same y/n from In Other Words, I love you.
Mista doesn’t think much of going to see Abbacchio in the middle of the night. Most of the time, he’s awake, drinking and listening to music. Tonight, Mista needs him to use Moody Blues to replay the last moments of a fight where his target got away. Some jackass has been lurking by the docks and Bruno asked Mista to confront him. He did and then…yeah. Anyways, he’d rather ask Abbacchio for help than be chewed out by Bruno in the morning.
When Mista approaches his door, he can hear jazz music playing faintly through the door to his room. Great. He’s awake!
Now he doesn’t have to worry about him bitching about being woken up in the middle of the night. He pounds the door. “Hey! Abbacchio! Bucciarati needs us! There’s some creepy-ass stand user around the docks. You in there?!”
The music lowers just a bit, becoming even more faint than before. “Abbacchio—?” Before Mista can shout again, the door slowly cracks open just enough for his head to poke out. “I’m not interested. Figure it out yourself.” He slurs, indicating that he may be a bit tipsy. He tries to shut the door but Mista wedges his foot in. “Hold on, wait a minute! Since when have you been one to say no to Bruno?” He hopes that Bruno’s name is enough to save his ass and get some help…but it doesn’t seem to be working.
Then he notices that Abbacchio is a bit off. And it has more to do with him just drinking a bit too much wine. His appearance is somewhat disheveled, hair messy, glossy smudges on his lips and jawline…Abbacchio doesn’t wear lip gloss, does he? The longer he looks, the worse it gets. His skin glistens with sweat and red blotches like tiny bruises are scattered around his collarbone. “You okay? You look kinda crazy right now.” Mista raises an eyebrow.
𖦹 tags black!femreader, dilf!jotaro, age gap (reader is in 20s, jotaro being in his 40s), reader is in college. oral sex (fem reciving), meandom!jotaro, teasing, cursing and squirting?... there’s also an imbalance of power. extremely ooc jotaro & jolyne. dead dove do not eat
𖦹 synopsis You’ve been Jolyne’s close friend for years, but never paid attention to her family. Who would’ve thought that she had a banging hot father?
𖦹 word count 3.5k [about 13 mins]
𖦹 a/n hello! If this blows up, no spoilers about jjba.. i have not watched past part 4 as this is being made, so i am not 100% of how part 5 or 6 has gone on. THANKS!! (also jotaro is in his part 4 outfit. thxx) [story below the cut]
he's freaky. he's 18 DUH
kakyoin walks home from school, breathing labored.
you knew what you were doing. you had to. there's no way you didn't. he lets out a shaky breath, thanking the lord that there's no one else around to see him right now.
the minute he's home, he goes to his room, slamming the door and standing against it. kakyoin wastes no time in tugging his throbbing cock from his slacks and boxers, letting out a shuddering breath.
you knew what you were doing. this isn't wrong. you had to know.
kakyoin was never really one to jerk off, but that's since changed. since being after he met you. my god how he needs you.
his hand trembles as he lazily wraps it around his cock. he lets out a small sigh of relief and lets his head rest against his door.
what were you doing, wearing your skirt like that? did you think he wouldn't notice that you'd unbuttoned two of the buttons on your top when you were having lunch with him and jotaro? did you do it for him?
...did you do it for jotaro?
a low, jealous growl tears from kakyoin's chest. no. you did it for him. he tightens his grip on himself a little and closes his eyes to envision the glimpse of cleavage you'd given him today.
"oh my... fuck..." he breathes out, screwing his eyes shut tighter. he knows he was being too quiet at lunch; he was imagining tearing your shirt open and burying his face in your tits right then and there. then everyone would know you're his.
he has a frequent fantasy of fucking you in public. at school, maybe. he's not sure. he's past the point of feeling guilty for jerking off thinking about you. the way he sees it, you're already his. you're just teasing him.
he lets his eyes flutter open and takes a deep breath. his large, rough hand doesn't feel half as good as your smaller, soft one would. it's no matter. he'll feel yours someday. he knows jotaro's right; he'll have to tell you how he feels at some point. this obsession can't continue. he'll go insane without you.
he shakes his head to rid his mind of any of that, instead focusing on how you looked in PE. he can't help the moan that slips past his lips as he remembers the way you bent down to stretch your hamstrings during today's warmup. he could see the smallest ghost of your panties. he made damn sure to engrave that image in his mind. kakyoin shuts his eyes to imagine them clearer. they were black and lacy, just like he imagined you'd wear. he whimpers. he fucking whimpers.
"fuck..." he gasps.
he envisions you popping another button, gazing up at him with those eyes. he grits his teeth. you pop another button, and another, and he groans breathlessly. you have to physically look up at him. kakyoin never felt particularly tall, but you made him feel like the strongest, tallest man in the world. he wonders what his life would be like if you two weren't friends. the mere thought fills him with a sense of panic and he shakes the thought.
but you're not his friend, not to him. you probably have no idea he's obsessed with you, that he jerks off to the thought of you almost every other day.
he thinks you may feel for him too. he's taken note of how you don't wear tights under your skirt anymore, not like you did when he first transferred. he moans fully at this and covers his mouth. he speeds up his strokes, keeping an even pace. he knows you don't have those buttons popped until lunch. he knows you hike that skirt up before your classes with him.
your thighs. he focuses his thoughts on them, on how soft they'd be. he imagines you laying on his bed, in that fucking uniform of yours. his large, rough hands would splay across them, squeezing the soft flesh as he spreads them apart. he whimpers again when he thinks of the way your pussy would look. "so wet for me, hm?" he breathes, completely lost in his fantasy.
you would nod up at him, with those big innocent eyes. "only for you, noriaki," you'd say. the way you refer to him by his first name drives him wild. he imagines you moaning out his name as he sinks his cock into you.
his hips stutter forward as he imagines the look on your face, the way your pretty lips would form a small pout as he slammed into you. he'd be so rough with you. he knows you could take it. he knows you like it rough.
kakyoin thinks of how your pussy would feel around him, the way it would squeeze and suck him in, practically begging him to ruin you.
he would fuck you so fucking hard.
he tightens his grip again and breathes out shakily, abdomen twitching.
he would tear your shirt from you, he'd punish you for teasing him so much. the word 'slut' appears in his mind, but he quickly shakes it.
he would take you from behind first, he'd grab you hair and fuck you like he meant it. he imagines the noises you would make. would he have to cover your mouth himself? the thought makes him whine desperately and speed up his strokes.
"haaah-- oh god--" he chokes out, letting his head flop forward. he knows you would just be so loud and whiny (like he's being now). he pictures shoving a couple of his long, slim fingers in your mouth to shut you up. you'd suck on them so eagerly.
panting, kakyoin brings his own ring and middle fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes and trying to imagine how your mouth would feel instead. you would gag on them, tearing up but you'd keep sucking.
he grunts loudly, knees quivering ever so slightly as he somewhat struggles to remain standing.
"yeah? you like that?" he pants out, eyes screwed shut. you'd nod furiously, choking on his long fingers. his hands are so big compared to yours. he's just so large in comparison. he knows you're strong, knows you can hold your own. but he also knows that he could overpower you without even a hint of a struggle. the thought makes him groan out freely, back arching.
"fuck... fuckfuck" he works at his cock faster, hissing out when precum beads at his tip, dribbling down and making his hand glide smoother.
kakyoin would fuck you rough, but he'd be so sweet. he'd whisper how much he loves you, how proud he is of you, he'd hold you and kiss you all over. a low whine is forced from his lips as he imagines how you'd respond to his touch. your body would arch into his touch as he held you down, kissing your body, your pretty tits, your stomach, down to you pussy. you'd be soaked for him. he lets out a strangled breath, head flopping backwards and he sucks on his fingers, feeling like a fucking whore.
he would love to record you while he fucks you, watching back to see your tits bounce and hear your screams of pleasure. pleasure he's giving you. he imagines your fucked out moans and he lets out his own pathetic whimper.
"doing so well," he breathes out in a high-pitched whisper. "such a good girl..." he whines.
his back arches off the door behind him and he moans out frantically, feeling suddenly close. he lets his eyes roll shut to picture you on your knees. your top would be unbuttoned, your skimpy little bra leaving little to the imagination. you'd suck gently at his cock, your soft tongue would encompass his tip so perfectly. he harshly rubs a finger over his frenulum and lets forth a broken moan, his voice cracking. he lolls his head back and forth against the door behind him, each breath a short, sharp gasp.
"gonna c-c-um gonna cum g-gonna fucking--" he stutters, his hips involuntarily thrusting into his closed fist. he imagines your teary eyes as you choke on his dick. you'd look up at him, pulling your tits out of your bra, squeezing and playing with them, practically begging him to cum on them.
you'd pinch and roll your nipples between your fingers, moaning around his cock as you pressed your tits together. kakyoin growls loudly and squeezes his hand around his cock, bringing his other to tangle through his hair. his forehead is covered in a sheen of sweat and he's desperate to cum.
"please please please..." he chants out in a whiny voice, completely unlike his own. his hand tightens in his hair and he moans loudly and pathetically as he imagines you spitting on your tits. his hip thrusts particularly hard into his hand and stills and he lets out what sounds like a tearless sob as he tips over the edge. his legs tremble and he lets out a series of short, high-pitched whimpers as he cums all over his stomach and hand, feeling it dribbling down his cock. his orgasm lasts incredibly long and as more and more cum spurts from his tip, the louder he gets. he's practically crying now, hand squeezing harder as he grips onto the wall, gasping loudly and falling to his knees. a final, weak spot of cum seeps from his cock and he cries out, finally letting his shaking hand go and gasping for air.
his head tilts back and he slumps against the door, body trembling. he lets out a dejected whimper and pulls his slightly cum-covered undershirt off. kakyoin breathes out shakily, standing up and stumbling to the bathroom to wash his hands and clean himself off.
he'll probably do the same thing tomorrow, if not again tonight.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), this is a dark fic, yandere!rohan, improper use of heaven’s door, toxic relationship, forced consent, creampie mention, suggested mindbreak, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3
“That’s perfect,” Rohan crooned, the only sound audible over the scribbling of his rapid sketching. his emerald eyes coruscate as he admires the vulgar visage you had no choice but to display for him. “Keep that pitiful expression.”
your face was flushed, cheeks hot and eyes glassy. there was a minuscule puddle of drool on the floor underneath your jaw. your eyebrows are cinched together, teeth sank into your lower lip as you muffle the pathetic whines that can’t seem to end. you’re panting, and so is he, because he’d practically ripped himself off of you and stumbled over to his desk to grab his supplies. the muscles in your toes were cramped up where they’d been curled so tightly, your thighs trembling, but you keep them spread wide as your knees ache, planted firmly on the hard floor. “Roh—“
Rohan cut you a warning glare, pursing his lips, “Shh, sh sh, shh,” the tip of the pen screams as it shoots across the sketch pad, “keep your mouth slack, just like before. Talking will only soil the realism. If I don’t capture this look on your face right now, I might simply go insane.” you could tell by the twinkle of obsession in his eyes, that he wasn’t exaggerating.
Rohan Kishibe x reader | praise kink
Prompt: Rohan invited bimbo reader to help him write his new style manga.
Warnings: praise kink, thigh riding, bimbo reader, squirting, blow job
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You and Rohan were always close due to your parent's always leaving you at his house, and when you grew a little older they left you two alone, without your babysitter. You never was the brightest, which at first pissed off Rohan a lot, but he got used to it after a while. He didn't quite have friends in school except you, and always stood up for you if you got picked on. As you got older you started becoming more attractive, wearing the shortest pink skirts with your makeup always done. When you would come over at Rohan's he would be catching sneak peeks of your pink thongs, asking to pick something up for him when in reality he was just taking advantage of you like that.
He never took an interest in other women, why would he? He had the girl that would do anything for him. He always gave you previews of his new mangas, you were his number one supporter.
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You woke up from your nap to a call, looking at the hello kitty clock on your night stand that read 9.24PM. The caller read ''Rohan♡'' which immediately woke you up. ''Hiii'' you say with a sleepy voice. ''Hello Y/N'' ''Can you come over? I'm drawing a new manga but I can't get the angles right, I need you to pose for me'' he said calmly. Which was weird, his drawings where always on point, drawn with such detail. But of course you didn't even bat an eye. ''Of course babe'' you say, already getting up from your bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready. You always called him babe, you liked the nickname. ''Be there at fifteen'' you say over the phone, hanging up.
You fixed up your makeup, picking out an outfit. You went with a pink mini skirt that matched your hello kitty crop-top. Along with that you put on some accessories, putting on your favourite heels. After looking at the mirror one last time you finally left your house to Rohan's which wasn't far away.
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You go inside without knocking, taking off your shoes and heading to Rohan's writing room. He was sitting in his chair, focused on the paper until he heard you come in, focus shifting to you. He had a noticeable bulge that of course went unnoticed by you. You walked over to him while he was sitting, hugging him with your tits in his face. ''Hiii'' you purr, sitting on the empty space on the table. Your skirt was so short that Rohan could see your lace thong. ''What are you drawing'' you ask cutely with your legs swinging.
''A new manga'' ''I'm trying a different style'' he said, relaxing more, man spreading his legs. ''Oooo'' you say interested.
''But I'm having a little trouble with the anatomy and angles'' he says resting his hands on the hand rests on the chair and looking up at you. ''Yeah? I can help with whatever'' you say excitedly. ''Good, I know I can count on you Y/n'' he said smirking. ''Can you get on the sofa for me?'' he asked. You quickly got up going to the small sofa he had in the room. ''What now'' you asked him. ''Take off your shirt Y/n'' he now half demanded, the boner getting even more hard then before. ''I need to see your full body for this'' he explained, not raising a concern for you,
You took off your crop top, throwing it at Rohan who was met with your sweet perfume that he loved. He placed it carefully on his lap. ''Now get on all fours'' he said again, looking carefully at you. ''Okay Rohan'' you immediately oblige, getting on your hands and knees. ''Perfect just like that'' he said turning to his paper, drawing you with no problem. He could've drew you like this from memory, he had your body imprinted in his mind.
He looked at you again, your tits sitting perfectly in your matching lace bra. He could cum only looking at you. ''Now arch your back a little'' he said, gripping his pencil. As you arched your back he could see your ass perfectly with the mirror he put beside the sofa, he planned this.
''Hm.'' he said to himself. ''Come here'' he said not turning away from the paper. You happily came over to him with a smile. ''Get on your knees'' he said to you. ''Okay'' you obliged once again. He stood up unbuckling his belt, taking his pants as well as his boxers off sitting down. You stared at him a little confused. ''Now suck my dick'' he said with a serious face. ''Hm..?' you hum at him ''I need the best and accurate angles Y/n, it's okay'' he explained. ''What if I do it wrong?' you questioned him, not wanting to ruin his manga.
You never sucked anyone off before, only a hand job for Rohan when you were curious and he was happy to teach you how it worked. You had a couple of boyfriends before, but they always ghosted you after telling Rohan about them. Which made you sad but of course Rohan was always there to comfort you.
''No you won't, I know you will do good, you can be a good girl for me right?'' he said looking down at you. ''Okay Rohan I trust you'' you looked up at him with puppy eyes, getting closer to his erect cock. ''Start with the tip'' he said starting to draw the scene on the paper. When your lips met his dick he couldn't help but moan. ''Take it all'' he said, one hand going down to grab your hair while he was drawing with the other.
You shoved his whole dick down your throat, tears swelling in your eyes. You didn't want to upset him so you didn't stop, waiting for him to continue telling you what to do. ''Now bop your head like this'' he started guiding your head on his dick, pace starting slow but increasing. He left go of your hair, hand going on the table, fist closed. ''Yeah just like that, you're such a good girl for me'' the praise made you aroused, a wet patch forming on your thong.
He couldn't miss this moment, drawing it quickly with much detail. With you looking up with your puppy eyes he couldn't last long. His hand's went to your hair, moving your face off his dick. His cum shot at your face and chest, drying. ''Did I do good?'' you asked him, making sure you satisfied him. ''Yes, perfect'' he looked over at the papers on the table. Something else was missing. And also he didn't want to leave you hanging like this. ''Get up here, sit on my lap'' he said patting his lap. You did as he asked, quickly sitting on him. ''Now hump my thigh'' he demanded.
You were good with humping. You spent countless nights humping your pillows, may or may not imagining it was Rohan most of the time.
You slowly started humping him until he spoke ''Faster Y/n''. You did as told, getting more friction, holding on to him for support. You started to moan loudly, closing your eyes. ''Be a good girl, look at me'' you opened your eyes, his meeting yours. Your face was stained with his bodily fluids. Tits bouncing covered in it also. He was drawing everything, not even breaking eye contact. ''R-rohan can I cum now?'' you asked nicely in between moans. ''Yeah, you were doing so good, how couldn't I let you?'' he replied, now looking at your tits. As he said that you squirted on him, staining your thong, his thighs and even his shirt he was wearing.
You giggled at him, pecking his lips. You loved giving him kisses - lips, cheeks anywhere. You did that in public too, often people getting confused about you two dating, Rohan's fangirls getting jealous of you.
''Wanna stay the night?' he asked you, one hand around your waist. ''Yeah of course, we can watch that movie I was talking about!!'' you said excitedly.
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
Character(s): Rohan Kishibe
Include(s): Naga!Rohan, He's got 2 dicks, Riding, edging (mention), orgasm control (briefly mentioned), cumming inside, cumming on stomach
Note(s): Hi, I'm mod Kat, and I'm 100% a monster fucker. Writing this was very fun Minors DNI
🐐 anon !! Hope your keeping well, your fics are really helping me through such tough times, it means everything to me right now
Can I request the mute vampire teen again with joefoes, but they sacrifice themselves for their cause? Like for the heaven plan and the red stone of aja ?
h ii 🐐 i’m happy to hear that im able to help and im praying things get better for you <3 i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting
Content. MDNI 18+
friend of jolyne! reader who has a crush on her dad. friend of jolyne! who selfishly meets her dad in his office after she falls asleep.
pushing your tired legs over his big shoulders made your stomach drop and your cunt pulse. he was in great shape, washboard abs pressing against your soft tummy and his thick arms bulging while he towered above you.
you whined needily as he slid his red, wet tip against your sopping hole. he only spread your wetness along your sensitive, puffy folds.
you were dripping in your own slick, squelching disgustingly as he bullied his way into your tight pussy, pushing past the ring of muscle with a girth you've never experienced before. a whimper ripped from your throat as he took his time to bottom out, pulsing veins dragging against your hugging walls. ohー he was so big. fat, pudgy tip pushing right up against your cervix when he finally made his way all the way in, forming that cute little tummy bulge you knew all too well with him. you always seemed so innocent around jolyne until you had him stuffing you full of every inch he had. and you've never felt so filled.
black hair wet with sweat, his usually pulled back hair falling forward. dew drops of bodily secretions hanging off its threads and his skin in a film of clear wetness. he was so hot. beautiful.
"so.. tight." his thick eyebrows scrunched, cerulean eyes peering at your weak body in his secure hold. your ankles wobbled with his harsh thrusts by the sides of his head, nails digging crescents into his nape as you held on for dear life.
"jotaro- too good, fuuucckkk.." he wasn't scared to tear at your poor body, his sweet little rag doll. relentless thrusts having your whole body jerk and you call out his name each time he slammed against your squishy, soppy walls. your poor, aching throat struggled to keep your cries at bay, eyes reaching all the way into the depths of their sockets.
"any louder and jolyne will find out you're fucking her father." it was half genuine, half teasing. you could hear that naughty barely smirk of his. jotaro was a little nasty. mocking you for being so loud on that fat cock of his. and with a cock like his came arrogance.
" 'm sorryyy. fuucckkー"
you felt your muscles stretch as his calloused hands pushed your shaking knees all the way to your ears to pound into your loud cunt, pushing the limits of your weakened body. you've felt him deep, now you felt him deeper. his wide hips pushing into the backs of your thighs roughly and his pelvis hitting yours with echoing 'plaps!' it hurt, but it hurt so good. and you were just soaking him.
"god, yesss. 'm cumming !"
"you're makin' such a mess." he grunted huskily, taking note of the loud sloshes of your dewy pussy soaking into the towel he put underneath you on his office couch. he could feel the pulse of you around him, your slick creating a thin sheen of liquid along his shaft and a white ring around the base.
he was seemingly unphased, but you could see the panicked bob of his adams apple as he swallowed and his neck strain to contain his wild grunts as he feverishly fucked into you. your greedy cunt squeezed him so deliciousy, tugging and pulling to just keep his cock inside of you.
your mouth was just as dirty as your pussy, with slobber pooling out of both, a wet tear falling from your cheek.
" 'taroooo" one more time, you could feel it coming. he leaned down, eager lips chasing your soft, pink pillows of a drooling mouth. flavored by cigarettes and expensive beer, spit swirled in a nasty kiss, tongues dancing in a needy tango. your hips swirled underneath him and your thighs shivered, heaving against his hot mouth.
"cummin' again !" your high pitched, whiny pleas muffled against his spit soaked lips.
"i know." he stated like a fact, the slightest of coos cheering you on to let go. your fingers dug deep against his scalp, tugging harshly at his black semi curls.
"oh fuck" he inhaled sharply as you squeezed him like a vice, clenching cunt in a bear grip. "with a pussy like this, I would've given you a baby if i didn't have jolyne. she's just pulling me in." fuck that sounded good and if you thought you couldn't get any wetter, that phrase alone started another series of loud gushes. you whined, squirming away from him in sensitivity. "she likes the idea of that." he hummed with a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. he was talking to your pussy like she was talking for you. he always knew what you liked, what got it going.
"maybe next time." he purred, interrupted as a groan tore itself from his throat. his soaked cock pushed into you a few more times before pulling himself out to slam his heavy weighted cock against your sticky folds. thick, heavy cream flew out in short spurts to decorate your twitching clit like a splatter painting. he panted from the physical exertion, coming down from his high as he massaged his slowly softening cock against your white painted slit, threatening to push his cum inside of your exhausted hole.
"still going shopping with jolyne tomorrow?" he asked, soft kisses kissing over your shiny skin covered in both your sweat and his. you hummed tiredly in a yes, arms falling from his nape to rest gently upon his broad built shoulders. "i'll send money to your account."
you shook your head in complete exhaustion, tapping your fingers against the pink star on his left shoulder to remind yourself to keep your consciousness.
"don't need to do that." you whined softly as his strong arms lifted you from your position, your legs finally falling from the high position they were once at. a large hand came to sit you upright, but your poor, tuckered out body only slumped back against the back of the couch. hiding his smile, he ruffled your hair.
"i'll get you some water. we need to get you back to jolyne's room."
trying out new writing styles until i find one i like <3
guys im new to tumblr but i just had a thought about pornstar!gojo that i had to share. plsss can i sit at the gojofucker table for lunch plsss ^^
pornstar!satoru who just so happens to live in the apartment next to yours. sharing a wall means you don't get to be blissfully ignorant about his profession, because he just has to be a workaholic... or sex addict if you look at it in a different light. some nights you get no sleep because of the banging of a headboard against the wall and the long drawn out moans that sound a little too real for porn. if satoru wasn't such a good neighbor (or so attractive) you'd make a noise complaint by now.
but of course you get curious one night when one of the 'co-stars' he has over is crying joyous climax. surely he's not that good, right? you don't even register your actions as you open up your laptop and search up his name.
of course you click the first link that comes up. and of course you hold your breath as the first video loads up and you find out he's a whole lot bigger than you had imagined he was. then, of course, you scold yourself for thinking about his dick size in the first place as you dip your fingers beneath the waistband of your pyjama pants to touch yourself in time to the thrusts of his cock into someone else.
you have him on full view in the video in front of you, and the sounds of him fucking some girl into her third or fourth orgasm of the night just beyond the thin walls of your apartment. but the video in front of you ends and so you click on his profile and press play on the first thing that comes up because you're horny and in need of visual stimulation.
but you realize once the video starts up that it isn't a recorded porn video, it's a livestream: a cam show. you're watching your neighbor fuck some girl stupid while you're on the other side of the decorated wall in his background fucking yourself dumb on your fingers wishing it was him.
hundreds of people are watching, too, but none of them are hearing it in real time. feeling the walls vibrate each time the headboard hits it. none of them are going to wake up in the morning and bump into him in the hallway. he'll tell you good morning and get that sheepish look on his face because he knows he's loud when he cums and you look too tired to have slept through his orgasm.
you time your climax with his. release all over your sticky fingers when he cums deep in the girl he's got pinned into a mating press beneath him. you then realize, of course, that you'll never be able to look your neighbor in the eyes ever again now that you've watched him drain his balls into someone else, and you close your laptop lid to sleep.
you swear it will never happen again.
until it does.
