who would expect this from you? quiet shy girl, not letting your boyfriend cum? having your boyfriend tied up? if anything, who would expect this from choso? quiet, has that âlook at me and iâll kill youâ look to him, being a moaning mess under his girlfriend? how ironic.
his head thrown back, not letting you see how pathetic he looked right now. he was a moaning MESS. while you were giggling, he was begging for any type of release. you loved teasing him. he was trying to stay quiet but couldnât.
you were stroking him. you had him laying down, arms tied to headboard, he couldnât even look at ya. whenever he was going to cum, you didnât let him. who knew such a ânonchalantâ cool guy like choso, is a whimpering guy who loves to be submissive to you?
âaghh!- oh my.. right there!â gosh and you were so mean to snatch your hand right back.
ânot yet my love.. not yettt..â
he whined at the loss. squirming around on the bed searching for any type of release.
âplease! oh my gosh please!â
your soft hands gliding up and down on his cock again, your acrylic nails that he paid for scratching him a bit.
âyour gonna be a good boy for me, hmm?â you tease
âyes! yes! the best, i promise!â he manages to say, you pulling a whimper out of him. he canât handle it- cums anyway.
âyou said youâd be good huh? is this good to you?â you said, kinda pissed
you pull on his hair to look at you. not harshly but hard enough he moans.
âaghh! wa- wait mommy please! oh fuck me fuck me please mommy oh.. ah! i- i couldnât..mmh!.. couldnât handle it.â he groans
âyou wanna be a good boy donât ya? thatâs not the way..â
you start gliding your hand up and down again, teasing his tip. heâs a whimpering mess all over again. once heâs close, which you can tell, you put two fingers over his tip. not allowing him. sure, he could break out the cuffs and easily rip your hand off, but he knew you wanted the pleasure of him being submissive. so he did just that.
suguruâs new snakebite piercings are hot, but they have a downside
little shiny rings on either side of his bottom lip.
your boyfriend had just gotten his snakebite piercings yesterday, and saying he looked good was an understatement.
suguru had plenty of piercings. his ear gauges, eyebrow, and dermal to name a few. he was used to the healing process, and so were you, as you had been with him for many of them.
but you werenât a fan of the healing process of his snakebites in particular. anything that kept you from your boyfriends sweet lips was an inconvenience.
you were laying atop him in bed, his hands on your hips, fingers stretching to the small of your back.
you pressed gentle kisses to his lips, when you accidentally slipped your tongue into his mouth and caught his piercing when you pulled away.
he hissed quietly, âbe careful, baby.â his words were gentle, expression calm despite the slight sting of pain you had caused.
you frowned, brows creasing. âiâm sorry. i didnât mean to- i just got carried away..â you said softly, pressing a brief, extremely light kiss to each of his new lip rings.
he let out a soft hum, smiling up at you.
âdonât worry. just be patient.â suguruâs fingers gently rubbed shapes into your lower back.
âtheyâll be healed soon.â he added. âjust another few days, sweetheart.â
âokayâŠâ you mumbled, resting your forehead against his.
he took note of your disappointment, his voice dropping lower. âi promise, when itâs fully safe, you can have my mouth however youâd like.â he said with a cheeky little smile, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
these next few days would be torturous.
||a/n: this is a sign to get whatever piercing youâve been thinking of getting đââïž
guys PLEASE letâs become oomfs if we have similar interests cuz i love talking to u guys
18+ mdni | finding calebâs old journal wasnât anything exciting, but seeing that he wanted you in ways you never thought of definitely was.
TW. grief, invasion of privacy fr, titty sucking!!!, p in v, raw, USE OF GEGE
after josephine passed, you took it upon yourself to sort through her belongings, carefully organizing everything into keep, donate, and trash piles. the work seemed doable, easy evenâthe distance naturally strained your relationship after you moved out, so you felt apathetic more than anything when you heard the news.
once you started though, it was obvious youâd been mistaken. every item brought back a flood of memories, pulling you further into the past. it felt as though a piece of you had gone missing with her, thoughts drifting back to the woman who raised you.
you werenât only mourning her death, you were mourning the life that existed while she was still hereâthe familiar routines, the warmth of home, the childhood you shared with caleb. all those years spent growing up side by side, finding your way through the world together no matter which paths you eventually chose for yourselves.
pivotal moments of your life flashed through your mind, both caleb and josephine present for every one of them. before you even realized it, tears began to streak down your face. you swiped at your cheeks, trying to brush away the wetness to no avail. each drop was followed by several more, staining your top as you shrunk into yourself. you scrambled for your phone, immediately thinking to call caleb as your sniffles turned into sobs. your chest heaved with each ring, waiting for the familiar click that meant heâd answered the phone.
âhey pipsâ
his voice soothed you, calming you enough to stutter out ramblings of how you thought you didnât care that she was gone, that this would be easy. he listened as you spoke tenderly about your late caregiver, forgiving her for wrongdoings you couldnât look past when she was still here. once your voice began to trail off, he finally responded.
âmy girlâs all grown up nowâ, he chuckled, proud of how mature you sounded even as you cried between each word. âi know how conflicting it is. wasnât even sure if i wanted to come back when i remembered everything, but im not gonna leave you to do this aloneâ. you nodded your head, forgetting he couldnât see you. the two of you exchanged a few more words before saying h e would be there in a couple of hours, asking you to wait until he arrived before continuing. âlet the grief settle, weâll do this together.â
you sat with the silence for a few minutes, simply taking it all in. deciding fresh air would help you reset, you moved to open a window. cool air rushed in, brushing against your face and easing the tightness in your chest. when you turned back to the room, the mess was exactly where youâd left it. boxes, papers, and memories piled around you. with a quiet sigh, you returned to work, knowing it needed to be done.
most of the afternoon passed in silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper and creak of old floorboards. boxes that hadnât been touched in years were stacked around you, their contents carrying the scent of dust and time. you had just started working through a box labelled âcalebâs stuffâ when a particularly harsh gust of wind scattered old photographs and school papers across the room, revealing a worn notebook buried beneath them. years in storage had torn at its edges, wrinkling the cover and creasing the pages inside. its condition nearly led you to throw it out until your fingers stilled when you recognized the familiar cursive of calebâs name sprawled across the side. you quickly flipped through the pages, dust blowing into your face as you realized it was his journal.
you knew you shouldnât read it. the thought alone shouldâve been enough to make you close it and put it where youâd found it. instead, you stared down at the worn cover resting in your lap.
before you could convince yourself otherwise, you were already turning to the first page.
property of caleb xia
his contact info was written below it, DAA email hinting at how long ago it was.
the first few pages were exactly what youâd expectedâcomplaints about school, notes about training, little observations about his day. some of them even made you laugh, hearing his voice so clearly despite the years that had passed.
you almost snapped a picture to tease him with when an entry mentioning you caught your eye.
today she stole half my fries and acted like i was the one robbing her. i put up a fight just to see her get annoyed.
a smile tugged at your lips.
she fell asleep on the couch again. gran told me to wake her up, but i think sheâs more comfortable here bc of the storm.
your fingers paused against the page.
i donât think she realizes how pretty she looks when sheâs talking about something she likes.
her eyes get all big and she can barely make it through one story before going on a tangent about something else. i wanted to kiss her so bad that i had to kick her out using âhomeworkâ as an excuse.
you reread the entry once, twice, three times, looking for hints it was about someone else. the further you read though, the harder it became to convince yourself you were misunderstanding, because the entries didnât stopâevery page only made it clearer.
gideon stayed for dinner and i saw her bite her lip when he talked about how much sheâd grown. pissed me off. i say it allll the fucking time but she never blushes with me.
then, an entry from two days later.
came home from the gym and was telling her about my pr when she came out of the shower wearing MY shirt. wasnât even a clean one too, probably picked up the first one she saw. christ, sometimes i feel like she WANTS me to just bend her over andâ
your attention was ripped from the journal as your phone rang. calebâs name flashed on the screen for a minute before you picked it up with shaking fingers.
âh-hello?â your voice trembled, somehow convinced he could hear the guilt and immediately clock what youâd been doing.
âhey pips. gonna be a bit late, weather started to get bad so my ride got delayedâ
your eyes drifted back to the journal as you listened, humming every so often to pretend you were paying attention.
âyou have the key right?â you asked, listening for confirmation. âiâm probably gonna clean a bit more then shower, just let yourself in wheneverâ.
the two of you exchanged pleasantries before he finally let you go, your device vibrating with a follow up message from him saying he âcanât wait to see youâ. you meant to respond, but the journal weighed heavy in your lap. you threw your phone to the side and laid back with the journal in your hands, trying to immerse yourself into past calebâs mindset.
finally spring break. was so tired the first day back but she begged me to take her to the beach. i genuinely almost came on the spot when i saw the purple bikini she chose.
you felt heat bloom between your legs at the first truly explicit comment, heart racing as you skipped to the next passage.
last day off so we had a movie night. i turned on sinister bc of the jumpscares and every single one had her pushing up against me. havenât even been hiding how hard i am lately so i wonder if she does it on purpose? like does she get wet teasing me like that??? bet it tastes so good from the source, idk what iâm gonna do when i wonât even have her panties w me back at the academy.
sometimes i feel like she wants me to make the first move but i dont wanna lose her if im wrong.
i wish i didnt have to go back.
i wish she could come with me.
i wish we were more than we are right now.
the last few sentences made your heart ache, the yearning and pure adoration he felt evident with every word. you knew you shouldâve stopped reading ages ago, but still you found yourself turning the page, barely registering the sound of the front door unlocking.
âpips?â
your head snapped up as his voice carried through the house, footsteps climbing the staircase.
âare you still up here baby?â he called, âthought you wouldâve gone to bed?â
panic shot through you as your eyes darted around the attic, searching for anywhere to hide the journal. the worn notebook nearly slipped from your hands as you scrambled to think.
his footsteps got louder while you briefly considered shoving it down your pants. before you could commit to the idea though, caleb appeared at the top of the ladder, still dressed in his colonel uniform.
âhi sweet girlâ he murmured, a fond smile forming on his face. he walked towards where youâd gotten comfortable, crouching down to ruffle your hair. âhow come youâre still awake?â
your mouth opened, then closed again, hands tightly gripping the journal.
âum, was tryna clean so we had more time to just hang outâ you managed, hoping he believed the lame response.
his expression softened instantly, a gloved hand coming to cup your cheek.
âyou sapâ, he laughed, standing to his full height and reaching out a hand. âletâs get ready for bed, weâll do this tomorrow, yeah?â
you nodded, slipping your hand into his. the second his attention drifted, you tossed the journal into the darkest corner of the attic, a dull thump echoing across the room.
thankfully, old houses were always making noises, so if caleb noticed, he didnât say anything. he simply squeezed your hand and guided you towards the ladder.
you followed close behind, doing your best to not think about the notebook hidden upstairs or the words still echoing in your head.
just moments later, the attic hatch closed above you, leaving the journal in darkness.
you couldnât sleep that night. all you could think of every time you shut your eyes was the unbridled longing between the covers of that godforsaken notebook. every little action you previously chalked up to being âthe perfect gegeâ now carried new meaning.
the stupid nicknames, hugs that went on a little too long, the way he always gave you the last bite of his food, saying he âwasnât hungry anymoreâ.
you groaned into your pillow, stomach twisting as you chided yourself for being so fucking stupid.
â
the smell of pancakes woke you in the morning, a familiar mix of vanilla and calebâs âspecial ingredientâ (it was just cinnamon, he really wasnât as clever as he thought) luring you out of bed. you padded downstairs in an old hoodie of his, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he came into your view. you wrapped your arms around his broad figure hunched over the stove while taking him in. he was wearing his old running outfit, the colonel version of him hidden as he began looking like your caleb once again.
the muscles of his back tensed before he turned towards you, chuckling at the pout you wore while looking up at him.
âlook whoâs finally up.â he spoke, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off him.
âsorry iâm not a tryhard who gets up earlyâ
you tried to bully him but somehow made him sound good. mumbling a âwhateverâ, you walked to the table and sat back, waiting for him to serve you.
a couple more minutes passed before he finally set a plate of golden pancakes in front of you, an iced chai following before you even had to ask.
âstill not a coffee person, right?â
you nodded and tried to ignore the way your heart raced at his kind gesture, quickly grabbing the mug and covering the flush that bloomed on your cheeks.
breakfast continued in silence, the only sound heard being your collective chewing. you took the time to appreciate his masculine features, now seeing him as more than just the boy you grew up with. even the furrow of his eyebrow felt new, awakening longing in the deepest parts of your body youâd never felt before.
your heart squeezed as you began to spiral. did he still feel the same? why did you have to ruin everything by reading something so personal, god you were going to hell for this and it was deservâ
âyou okay?â
you blinked several times before fumbling with your utensils, trying to look normal and failing desperately.
âw-what?â you mumbled, shoving multiple pieces of pancakes into your mouth before looking back into the violet eyes that were haunting you.
âyouâve been staring at me for like a minute, i got something on my face?â he asked, making a cocky display of hollowing his cheeks and stroking his jawline with the tip of his finger.
not responding for a beat too long and earning a questioning look from caleb, you spat out âs-sorry no jusâ zoned outâ
âon my face?â he teased, flicking your forehead before focusing on his food once more. you knew it was a rhetorical question, one that didnât need or warrant an answerâbut for some reason you still found yourself responding. âyeahâ
it was his turn to hide a blush now, biting his lip to suppress a happy smile. âweirdoâ
the rest of breakfast passed in a blur, the air going stale with awkwardness. deciding to split up tasks to make everything go quicker, caleb offered to finish up the attic while you cleaned the kitchen. you tried resisting, saying you already started it, but it was no useâhe didnât want you to cry like yesterday again. asshole.
you listened to his footsteps climb the stairs, floorboards creaking as he began to work on the items. in less than an hour caleb had neatly organized nearly every box, now left with trashing the final items. he picked up some scattered papers here and there before pausing over a very familiar book, free of dust and dogeared to a page he remembered writing out.
bet it tastes so good from the sou-
the journal fell from shaky hands, a loud curse leaving his lips as it landed on his toes. he pinched the bridge of his nose, your strange act at breakfast now making perfect sense. stillâcaleb hoped, he prayed that by some miracle of god you didnât read it. maybe if he ignored it like he ignored his feelings for you all these years, everything would be normal.
not giving it another thought, caleb quickly threw out the journal. âiâm sorryâ he mumbled, unsure if he was speaking to you or his past self.
just as he contemplated fishing through the trash for it, too sentimental to dismiss his younger versionâs struggles this easily, you bounced up the stairs carrying a water bottle.
âyou okay?â you questioned, handing him a bottle of water. he nodded hesitantly before reaching for it, taking a sip and feeling a droplet run down his throat. your eyes never left him, trailing after the stray water with deep focus.
âlooks goodâ you spoke dreamily, still staring at the collar of his shirt where the drop disappeared. âi-i mean the attic, umâŠyou did it fastâ you clarified, stumbling over your words before grabbing a broom and moving to sweep the dust.
caleb chuckled uncomfortably as he began stacking the boxes to keep, always having an eye on the bag of trash carrying his deepest secrets. somehow though, you kept finding ways to be close to him. intentionally or notâyou were constantly going up to him, offering to help carry stuff you knew he didnât need any help with.
at one point you tried to brush away some cobwebs you swore were on his head, pulling away after seeing the skeptical look he gave you.
âsorryâ you mumbled, not able to look in his eyes.
âfor what?â
you shrugged dejectedly, still not facing him. ânothing i guessâ
before he could question you any more, you ran off to the washroom, leaving caleb with his thoughts.
â
by the time evening rolled around the attic was empty, and the two of you had washed away the dust with memories buried between it off your body. you collapsed on the couch next to each other, his arm thrown around your shoulders as he reached for the remote.
âhorror?â he asked, speaking into the crown of your head.
you hummed in agreement, nuzzling further into his side. you inhaled deeply, noticing the way he tensed before pressing you closer. caleb turned on sinister without hesitation, throwing the remote aside and covering the two of you with a blanket.
twenty minutes into the movie and you were entangled with his body, legs resting atop his and arms gripping his waist tightly. at first you used the excuse of being âscaredâ, but youâd seen this movie fifty times. the jumpscares had no effect on you. still, you flinched in his touch with every loud noise, too aware of his hand resting dangerously close to your hip. you readjusted yourself until you were basically being cradled, finally causing him to pause the movie while clearing his throat.
âpips?â
you tucked your face against his chest before humming in response.
âdid you read my old journal?â
you froze in his hold, unsure of how to respond. if you said yes, heâd know you saw all theâŠstuff. but if you said no, youâd have to explain why you were finally acting on thoughts you used to hate yourself for having.
âmaybe?â
he sighed, holding you closer and resting his head upon yours. âi figured. iâm really, really sorry.â
his apology finally had you looking up âyouâre sorry?â
he bit his lip and shrugged, still embarassed. âi didnât mean it okay, i was a stupid 17 year old.â
you lifted an eyebrow.
âokay fine 18.â he paused, hoping youâd be satisfied. âfine 19. the point isââ
you giggled, tension finally slipping from your shoulders.
âi know it was bad, but i donât want you to feel like you owe me anyth-â
âi love youâ
you both spoke at the same time, interrupting each other.
silence followed as you waited for him to respond, regretting your words with every second that passed. finally, caleb lifted one hand to point at himself with his mouth agape. âm-me?â
it was the first time youâd seen him genuinely bewildered. you nodded as tears began to build, expecting a rejection to come.
âoh my god i take it back, i meant all of it and more. pips, i love you soâhey why are you crying?!â
you laughed at the alarm in his voice, letting him swipe away your tears. âi-i felt so much shameâŠalways felt so sick and being here jusâ made it all come back.â
he nodded as you spoke, eyes flicking from yours to your trembling lips. âiâm sorryâŠgod we wasted so much timeâ
you laughed again, wrapping your arms around his neck before resting your forehead on his. you sat like that, breathing each others air before he broke the silence.
âcan i kiss youâ caleb asked, lips already brushing yours with each word. you nodded eagerly, earning a chuckle from him.
he closed the distance between your mouths, gently pressing his lips on yours and feeling every version of him cheer as he finally got the girl of his dreams.
you moved back, looking into his eyes once more.
âagain?â
you giggled at the question, closing the distance yourself this time and feeling his groan rumble through you. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, exploring with purpose once you gave him access. he licked against every part of your mouth, entwining his strong muscle with yours. a string of spit connected you when you pulled away from each other, lips puffy and red.
you grinded against him without meaning to, whining at the feeling of his hard length against your clothed heat.
âfuckâ he groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch as you repeated the motion, letting your lips trail down his neck. âs-so fuckin goodâ
you focused on the spot that had him bucking against you, alternating between biting the sensitive skin and soothing it with your tongue.
ânghâŠgegeâ you moaned into his skin, the endearing term making him pull you back with a hand in your hair.
âfuck, can i please take this off?â he asked, fingers playing with the hem of your top.
you nodded quickly, helping him rip it off you and throwing it to the side. you thanked your past self for skipping a bra after your shower, the warm hands cupping your breasts leaving you dripping.
âso fucking cute, used to think of these pretty tits all dayâ he confessed, pelvis continuing to meet your bounces above him. you moaned at his words, placing your hands on his shoulders for stability as you sped up. âr-really?â
âmhm. i couldnât write down half the stuff i wanted to do, always felt too bad.â you whined at the words, nails gripping his shoulders tightly. âwould imagine sucking on your pretty tits, playing with your pussy and watching you cumâ
you nodded rapidly, gasping when he pinched your nipples. finally, caleb ran his tongue down towards your breasts, sucking on one of the perky buds while cruelly tweaking the other. the dual stimulation was too much for you, finally reaching your peak above him, body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you.
he let you ride out your high before bringing his head up once more, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
âdo you want more?â
his hands slowly ran up and down your skin, soothing your nerves and letting you decide. you nodded while still catching your breath, watching in awe as he ripped his clothes off. âthank god, you donât even know what you do to me.â
you stared at his chiseled figure, lifting your hips so he could take off your pants. your eyes trailed down his body before finally landing on the giant hard cock between his legs, his hand pumping it gently and rubbing the bead of slick at the tip around the rest of his length.
you gulped while watching him, back arching when he ran his tip between your pussy lips. âf-fuck, gege pleaseâ
he moaned at that, a whine of your name leaving his lips as the last of his restraint finally broke.
he slowly pushed his tip into you, the shear stretch of just the first inch making your eyes water. you gripped the couch below you, knuckles whitening with the force you used.
âdoinâ so good, know you can take itâ caleb spoke from above you, eyes locked on where you met, one hand rubbing your clit to ease the pressure.
âf-faster, get it over withâ
he shook his head, unsure of whether he was denying it for your wellbeing or his. tired of how long he was taking, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him to you, a scream ripping from your throat as he was buried to the hilt. his eyes shot open as his body curled over you, trying to think of anything to avoid shooting his load prematurely.
the two of you moaned, surprised at how full you were. âs-so bigâ you cried, tears rolling down your face as he slowly pulled out to push back in.
âmaybe if you werenât a fuckin bratâŠâ he began, cut off as he became entranced by the way your cunt constantly sucked him back in.
without a warning caleb increased his pace, shushing you and apologizing for being rough but not slowing down.
âsorry, fuck baby, iâm so sorry jusâ feel so good, been waiting for you foreverâ
you pulled him for a kiss to quiet his ramblings, trying not to scream as he began fucking into you ferociously. the old couch you were situated began to squeak as it moved against the floor, creaking with every inch it moved.
âc-closeâ you whined, already nearing your peak once more as his thumb rapidly rubbed against your clit.
âplease baby, cum for me i need it, please fuckââ
his pleas were cut off with a gush of fluid from your heat, immediately triggering his own orgasm and leading to his body falling on top of yours. the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room, laying with each other as he pressed tender kisses to your shoulder.
you giggled at the immediate change in his demeanour, running a hand through his hair. just as he opened his mouth to speak, the movie suddenly resumed and caused both of you to let out a loud scream at the sudden jumpscare. caleb scrambled for the remote and shut the tv off, leaning back over you and giggling at the way your hearts raced in tandem.
boyfriend!jotaro kujo wants you to burn him with his cigarettes ê° à Ë. á”á”
cw: mdni, masochist!jotaro, burn marks, art by 0309flip
Who would've told you that your big, strong boyfriend Jotaro Kujo enjoys being hurt? It started with playful smacks around your apartment, his ass looking too delicious to not spank it a little. Then in bed, he asked you to slap him in the face and you said yes! He's always been in the subbier side. You didn't worry about actually hurt him because, at the end, he's a big man that know how to take hits. And seeing his cute red cheek (and ass cheek) after sex was hot as fuck.
But this was a little bit different. Another level. You know he's always been a smoker, you never really cared and even engage with him, stealing some drags of his cigarettes. You loved how handsome he looks leaning down for you to lighten his cigarette and how he gently takes it a place it between your lips when you ask him.
And now he's asking you to burn him with his cigarette.
You have it between your fingers, thinking it would be fun to smoke during sex. You didn't expect him to make such suggestion.
"Did I step up? I'm sorry, love, I just thought-" Jotaro said, getting on his elbows because, did I mention that he was already buried inside of you? And that you've been riding him for a while.
"No, no. I'm thinking about it, baby. Is it safe?" you asked, pushing his chest down so he's back against the mattress.
"Mhm," he nodded, hips twitching because of how easily you control him. "You can try with just the ashes first."
You tilt your head, a little smile playing on your lips as you watch him. Jotaro's chest rises and falls under you, his breathing already rough from how deep he's buried inside your heat. God, he looks so good like this, flushed and trying to stay in control even though his hips keep twitching.
"Okay, baby. Ashes first," you whisper, tapping the cigarette gently so the gray powder falls onto the center of his chest. It lands warm, not too hot yet, and you grind down slow on his cock just to feel him throb.
He hisses softly, then says: "M'good."
You rock your hips again, riding him nice and easy, feeling every thick inch stretch you open. Another tap, more ashes dusting over his skin, right above his heart. This time you rub them in a little with your thumb, watching the faint red mark bloom underneath. Jotaro's breath catches, his cock twitching hard inside you.
"Still good?" you ask, leaning forward so your breasts brush his chest.
"Yeah⊠fuck, keep going," he says, voice rougher now.
You take a slow drag from the cigarette yourself, letting the tip glow bright orange. His eyes follow it as you press your free hand on his sternum, pinning him down and start moving faster, rolling your hips in tight circles.
Then you lower the burning end right to his chest, right where the ashes already marked him. The second it touches skin, Jotaro arches up with a sharp groan, his fingers digging into your hips. The smell of singed skin hits you, but he doesn't pull away. Instead his cock swells even thicker inside you, pulsing like crazy.
"S-shit⊠baby," he gasps, but his eyes are rolling back a little, pain and pleasure written all over his face. "I'll cum if you keep hah..."
You ride him harder, bouncing on his lap while you keep the cigarette pressed there for just a second longer. His whole body jerks under you, muscles tight, and you feel him start to lose it.
The burn makes him thrust up wildly, chasing that hurt. You pull the cigarette away but keep grinding down on him, watching the fresh red mark form on his chest. Jotaro cums with a broken moan, spilling hot and thick inside you as the pain pushes him over the edge. His hips stutter, thighs shaking, but you don't stop moving until he's milked dry.
You finally lift off him a bit, both of you panting. Leaning down, you press your lips to the fresh burn, licking over the sensitive spot slow and gentle. Jotaro shudders hard under your tongue, one big hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.
"Again?" he asks after a minute, voice all hoarse and fucked-out. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer to the wound. "Please."
You smile against his chest, already reaching for the cigarette again.
thhhinking of like yk how dogs r usually scared of fireworks⊠and valko is a wolf⊠and and hes lowk scared of it also⊠but he acts tough for MC⊠(ultimately doesnt work lol his ears and tails dont lie) and fiiiinally MC comforts valko hehehehe i miss him God infold i hate u đđđđđ
valko and his strange obsession with fem! readerâs hair â drabble, wc : 473, inspired by this artem tweet
Valko has a weird obsession with your hair.
Wellâ more so its scent. And yeah, you get it, heâs a werewolf and sniffing stuff is a whole ânother thing for him.
But itâs very hard to dismiss. Everytime you hangout with him? He sniffs the top of your head, especially cause of the huuuge size and height difference between you guys.
Youâre hugging him, he kisses your head, and finds the scent of your shampoo that you wore earlier. Youâre sitting next to him? His hands play with the strands of your locks, fidgeting with it. Even when both of you are just talking, Valko almost always has a hold of one of your strands, or just patting your head a lot.
You didnât mind it, of course. Enjoyed itâ even. But still, you cant help but wonder what is sooooo interesting about your hair, out of all things? He pays attention more to your scent rather than your makeup, thats for sure (lol).
âVal, whatâs with your obsession with my hair?â both of you are now sitting beside each other on the couch, doing your own activities, respectively, while still enjoying the otherâs company. Valko leaning against you and fidgeting with your hair, like always.
âI dunno what youâre talking about, prettyâ your boyfriend continues focusing on his work, him being a CEO or whatever. Yet, still fiddling with a strand of yours.
âIâm talking about that, Val. The thing youâre doing right now?â You tap your finger on his hand thats practically attached to you.
âHuh. I never really noticed, actually.â He turned to face you, âI guess itâs because your hair smells good, and soft, and smells reaaaaaally good.â
Valko leans even more, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, and breathing in your scent.
Giggling at his response, âYouâre weird, you know that, right?â you patted his head lovingly, raking your nails through the nape of his neck.
âYou like me though, so I don't really care.â
âWho said that I liked you?â you teased a little.
He looked up to see your face with those puppy eyes of his, making sure you didnât really mean that. âBaabe..â, the pout that he formed was precious, really.
âYouâre kidding, right? Tell me youâre kidding.â
âOf course I am, silly!â, you continued to laugh and run your hands through his hair.
âGood, donât say that ever again. My heart almost dropped to my stomach, yâknow!â His voice a little muffled from how heâs sinking his face into your chest now.
You hummed, âYeah, yeah, whatever.â softly pecking the top of your very much dramatic lover.
And at the end of the day, your question that started this whole interaction was never really answered. Stillâ you wonât change even a bit of this whole, silly dynamic between the both of you âĄ
a/n â take a shot everytime i wrote âhairâ LOL, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! i hope yâall enjoyed my take on our beloved wolf :3
Raf comforting u when ur sad for no reason t___t â drabble, wc : 345
Itâs been 30 minutesâ heck, probably even longer than that. 30 something minutes of you just moping and crying on your bed in the middle of the night, itâs quite literally 2am and youâre just randomly crying.
You donât even know what are you even crying about.
Curled up in a blanket, suddenly hearing quiet footsteps reaching towards the bedroom door.
Shootâ itâs Rafayel.
You scramble and try to hide, hide the puffy eyes, stuffy nose, the tear stains on your pillow, and sleep. Well, atleast pretend to sleep. It does not work. The moment he entered your room, Rafayel notices
He will always notice when it comes to you.
Carefully, he approaches your shared bed, gently caressing your head. Finding comfort in his hand, you subconsciously lean into his touch.
âCutie? Did anything happen?â You can practically feel the concern in his voice, seeing you like this literally hurts his heart
You shift a little, trying to get close to him even more.
âDunno. Nothing, actually. Just wanted to cry. I guess.â You look at him, peeking slightly over the blanket covering your figure.
âHonestly, nothing happened. I had a great day- i donât even know why i cried randomly. Itâs frustrating, feeling like something is wrong but i canât even explainââ
He hums, climbing onto the bed, carefully pulling you into his warm embrace. Tucking your head against his chest, rubbing tight little circles on your back.
âHey, hey⊠Itâs okay. Let it all out, yeah? Iâm here, I wonât leave youâ You can feel his heartbeat increasing with worryâ yet his voice is steady and calming, it gives a sense of relief that slowly washes through your heart.
This position that you guys madeâ Raf clutching you tight, grounding you, and youâre slipping into the comfort that he effortlessly gives you continues on for the rest of the night (or morning?).
Slowly, Rafâs steady breathing and touch lulled you to sleep. And finally, both of you can settle down peacefully.
A soft kiss landed on your head, âIâll always be here, pretty.â
a/n â hi i made this when i was crying randomly at 2am (hence the very specific timestap LOL) so this is veeery self indulgent on my part hehe, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated!!!!!
rafayel and caleb x fem! reader, drabble :] â wc : 415
The sunlight shone through the blinds, giving a gentle warmth to the bed that contained two people sharing each otherâs presence. This would be a peaceful and nice morning, but unfortunately for youâ your headâs been throbbing since God knows when, but seeing Rafayel comfortably and adorably entangling his limbs throughout yours, you donât have the heart (nor the energy) to get up and try to start the day.
Still though, you try and shimmy out your way a bit out of your shared bed, noticing a certain someone missing out of the room and an added scent of something cooking from the kitchen outside. After a hot minute, youâre finally free from Rafâs shackles and stumble into the kitchen, still with a throbbing headache.
âCalebâ you there..?â
âUh-huh. Gâmorning pips, feeling alright? You donât look wellâ Caleb was already sitting down at the couch, furrowing his brows at your condition. You donât even know how he always notices when you donât feel well, even if you try to not show it.
âMmmrgh.. Iâm fine, I think. My headâs been spinning and my nose is stuffy since this morningâŠ? Or⊠was it last night..? I donât even rememberâ You walked towards caleb, plopped yourself and just basically almost slept again in his lap.
âPoor pips.. i made breakfast though. Eat it, yeah? After you eat, take some medicine and then sleep again, how âbout that?â
But with how comfy this position is and how well Caleb is taking care of you, itâs honestly too much of a hassle to get up.
âOh.. so thatâs how it is. Are you guys purposely leaving me out of this?â Rafayel, spotting both of you as he stepped into the space, small and playful pout forming on his face, Caleb chuckled at his boyfriendâs antics
âAw, câmere Ayel, weâre not leaving you out. Our girl hereâs sick, letâs help her feel better, âkay?â
He practically yanked Rafayel to join their puddle, and Rafayel being the fishie he is, easily adjusted and slotted himself between both of his lovers. Once again entangling himself with both you and Calebâs limbs, though the couch doesnât really give much room, the compact nature is strangely comforting to you.
All three of you end up lazing the rest of the day at the couch, with Calebâs efforts of asking you to eat and get up going unsuccessful. By the end, he just accepted your wishes to sleep and snuggle up peacefully with your boyfriends <3
an â hi! first post kinda nervous lol,,, iâve always been a reader and not that much of a writer, so apologies if its not well written at ALL lol! my first language is not english too, so yeah. this is all for my applefish girlies :333 and i made this when i was veeeery sick so its very self-indulgent on my part :p
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