FRUSTRATED. — HEADCANONS.
— after neglecting your needs for too long, you end up asking your riding partner for “help”.
↺ feat. johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando x afab!reader ↺ cw/tws. smut — oral (recieving & giving), fingering, handjob, light teasing, blowjob lol, barely beta read (sorry) ↺ word count. 2k ↺ note. happy saturday, have this short thing? not gonna lie, i don’t even remember what the inspiration for this was. didn’t mean to write anything other than headcanons but i guess i couldn’t help myself. oh well! enjoy.
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▸ it’s been two in a half months since the start of the steel ball run. you had met your riding partner(s) by chance during the third stage, coming to a mutual agreement of helping each other out.
▸ while being partnered up was nice, it helped quell the loneliness being out in the middle of foreign lands brought, it did little to soothe the tension building up within you.
▸ truth be told, it’s been a while since you’ve had time to yourself… with all the fighting and the holy corpse being tossed and dragged around like a game of tag, finding privacy was hard. sure, you could finish your business while your partner was sleeping but… shame would creep up and overtake you before anything could happen.
▸ it doesn't help the fact that because you’ve been stuck with them for so long, unspoken tension has been building up between the both of you. looks like your only option is to swallow your pride and ask for some help….
johnny joestar !
asking johnny….
▸ at first, johnny would just stare at you blankly, processing everything you just said to him. ‘they..they want me to touch em? just like that?’ not to mention gyro was literally a few feet a way and surely had heard the absurd question…. ‘which is probably why he walked away further…’
▸ when it all settles into johnny’s head, a cute dust of pink creeps up on johnny’s cheeks. he adverts his gaze down to the small fire in the middle of the ‘camp’ you three had set. deep down, johnny had no real problems with this.
▸ “you’re real crazy for askin’ me to touch you while gyro was in earshot, he’ll probably tease me for this in the mornin’ but… let’s take advantage of the fact he ain’t here”
one of the many things johnny had learned from his many experiences, was how to use his mouth. he’d been in bed with many women in the past for him to already have a clear picture of what could get you to tick.
and that’s exactly what he’s doing, with his head between your thighs, johnny looks up at your expecting eyes. he can see clear as day how much you want him, he had barely done a thing and your thighs were already trembling.
“you look so pretty, darling” he mutters loud enough for you to hear, once you advert your gaze johnny leans down to kiss your puffy clit. a cute gasp escapes your lips, eyes snapping right back to look at him.
“pay attention to me, okay?”
and that’s the only warning he gives you as he dives back down to press his warm tongue against your folds. your body automatically jolts at the sudden contact, then quickly melts under his touch as he begins to lick a stripe up your sensitive pussy before sucking on your clit.
your hand slaps over your mouth as you try your hardest to bite back any moan that would erupt from you, fearing that gyro might hear what the two of you were up to.
“mmn, don’t. let me hear you” johnny mumbles into you, continuing what he was doing but with more pressure. making sure that any attempts of silencing yourself become futile. ‘bastard’ he knows gyro’s going to tease you both for this in the morning; yet, he doesn’t care.
you nearly lost all composure when you felt a finger slip inside your entrance, curling it against your spongy walls. your eyes shut themselves tight as you tried to muffle a moan that rolled out your lips. you could barely contain yourself, hips bucking up into johnny. his fingers were long and slender, just barely reaching up just enough to hit a spot you loved.
peeking down, you could see johnny looking up at you, putting on a show of him licking at your swollen clit. fuck, he looked way to pretty down there, hair sticking to his face and his pretty plush lips, it was unfair.
gyro zeppeli !
asking gyro…
▸ much like johnny, gyro gives you a blank stare at first. but it’s mostly due to him being taken back, ‘so bold’ he’d think as his expression quickly morphs into one of mischief.
▸ “oh bambina, my sweet little angel, how could i have not realized you’ve been so neglected these past few days?” gyro would tease, pulling you close and trailing up your thigh. he’d watch as you nervously squirm and press your thighs together. ‘cute’. gyro would lean real close to your ear, pressing a quick kiss to your lobe before continuing his teasing.
▸ “tell me, how much do you want me to touch you?” his hands would stop right at the hem of your pants. gyro wouldn’t go any further until you admitted how many nights you spent wishing he’d just help relieve you of all your troubles… those big hands of his, touching you in all the right places.
▸ if you were shy on telling him, gyro would continue pressing kisses to your hot skin, making you feel like you’d burst due to all the contact he’s giving you. after going for so long without any sort of intimacy, you cant help but get all worked up over it; and he knew this too.
▸ when you finally tell him, gyro would merely laugh before setting you on his lap. as much as he wants to take you right then and there, he wants to savor this moment (to your dismay.)
gyro isn’t exactly when it started, when he started fantasizing about you. admittedly, the race had made him increasingly needy just like it had to you. back in his hometown in Naples, he would’ve given in by now and went seeking for the first pair of legs willing to open for him; sneaking around his strict father of course. but here, gyro couldn’t do that as much as he wanted to.
yet here he is, getting ready to do the exact thing he swore off from doing. shamefully, he must admit that he’s spent countless nights thinking about fucking you stupid. the idea of seeing drool dribble down your swollen lips, his dark lipstick smeared all over your chest all while he pounds into your wet sensitive pussy, drives him crazy.
and here you are, straddling his lap while grinding down onto him, trying your hardest to get off. your glossy eyes filled with lust and need, staring up at him while you bit back your soft mewls.
gyro had no clue as to what he must’ve done in a past life to earn this heavenly sight right in front of him.
“eager are we?” gyro hums, his hands squeezing down on the exposed flesh of your thighs. you were beautiful, and he didn’t know if his patience would last. he wants you now, more than anything.
“gyro…” you whine, tugging on his belt. he only chuckles before undoing it himself, letting you unzip and free him from his clothed restraints. you watch as his thick cock springs out, precum already leaking from his red tip. swallowing thickly, you can feel arousal beginning to pool between your thighs. you need him now..
gyro lets out a hiss when your hands begin to stroke him, putting his hand to the back of your head guiding you down to his lips. for a minute he lets you take control, letting your tongue invade his mouth. gyro’s hands move from your hips down to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up and ripping apart your tights, giving him access to your still clothed cunt.
impatience takes over you, sliding your panties to the side as you adjust yourself over him. mind clouded with the want and need to feel gyro’s thick cock inside of you. his tip rubs against your cunt, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.
gyro’s holds onto your hips with a firm grip, slowly pushing you down onto his length. you tried your hardest to silence the moan that threaten to escape you, already overwhelmed at how good he stretched you out, how good he felt inside of you.
“fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbles, eyes shut tight as he fully takes in how good you feel around him.
“you wear me so well, look so good like this,” he hums, kissing your cheek
diego brando !
asking diego…
▸ diego gives you an expression that you can’t really read, it’s teetering between “lust” and “what the hell are you talking about”. regret is already washing over you, asking diego should’ve been the last thing you did. before you can scramble up a half assed excuse and go back to bed, diego interrupts your thoughts by patting the space next to him.
▸ “very well, come here.” he beckons you over. his expression is surprisingly soft, and his words don’t hold their usual haughtiness. crawling over to him, the familiar feeling of anxiety stirs within you. diego’s silent, unusually so.
▸ “I'm not just doing this for your sake, is that clear? i can see the mutual benefit of this so I'll indulge you, just this once.” of course. diego wasn't usually the type to make exchanges without having some sort of end goal in mind. ‘maybe he felt lonely too…’
▸ “but first, you’ll have to earn it.” the smugness in diego’s voice is back, he smirks at your confused face before you notice him pointing at the ground in front of him. ‘ah…of course.’
uncomfortably shifting on the ground, your knees were already aching the second you sat yourself in front of diego. asshole didn’t have the decency to give you any sort of cushioning.
“well, what’re you waiting for? get on with it.” diego huffs, his dick already half hard with a very clear bulge on his left thigh. you roll your eyes before reaching for his belt.
you could feel diego’s stare burning through you. you could easily tell in his mind he thought he held all the power, with his chest puffed out and a smug smirk plastered on his face; but you knew better than that.
from what you could tell, diego was the most needy one out of the two of you. from just one look you already knew how much diego wanted this, how much he longed to be touched in the same way you wanted.
you don’t need to look up at him to tell that he’s biting his lip with his eyebrows furrowed, giving the cutest expression unintentionally.
choosing to ignore the soft gasp that escapes diego when your hand lightly strokes his cock, or when your finger rubs against his too sensitive tip. diego’s trying his damn hardest to keep up his composure and act, you gotta respect that man a little for that.
but, you still wanted to tease him just a bit.
“diego,” you say, licking a slow stripe against his shaft, kissing his tip. you feel diego twitch ever so slightly when your tongue grazed past the hole, as well as hearing light curses under his breath.
looking up at him through your eyelashes, you keep eye contact as you begin to suck on his tip, tongue swirling around it before taking it in your mouth. by now, diegos had a cute tint of red on his cheeks. his breathing was unsteady and each time you pulled away to press kisses down his shaft, his patience ran thin just by a little.
“jesus, what did i tell you to do?! just get on with it already!” diego groans in annoyance, having half the mind to just push you down onto him and fuck your face right then and there. but he wanted to be nice today… let you set the pace. but he was beginning to regret that
“patience wasn’t always your strong suit” you tease.
truthfully, you were as well. which is why it didn’t take long for you to give into his demands. of course, giving into diego was the only choice you had, unless you wanted to deal with an extremely whiny and needy diego later.
©GYROIST