“Baby please lemme in there! I promise I’ll make you feel so good! Haah you teasing me? Are you really even asleep right now? Fucking having your slutty pussy suckle on the tip my cock but not letting me in any deeper—Ahn! Darling please make some room for me in that delicious cunt of yours. I’ll die if I can’t cum inside you”
He whimpered pathetically into the crook of your neck deeply inhaling your lovely scent as he rutted desperately against the crease of your ass. Trying to dig his cock deeper inside you whilst you lay there slumbering on peacefully. Unaware that you’re pushing your lover to the brink of insanity as your snatch clamped down harshly on the sensitive mushroom tip of his throbbing cock. Denying him of any further entry inside your welcoming wet heat due to how tight your walls constricted his movements.
The greedy opportunists
“Damn Doll you look so gorgeous when you’re stuffed so full of me. Awe look at you squirming n moaning in your sleep like a whore. Are you having a wet dream about me molding the shape of my dick inside your gummy walls or is my fat cock too much for you? If that’s the case… Don’t worry sweetheart I’ll make sure you get well acquainted with my size. By stretching you out every god damn night with every chance I get my precious little fucktoy”
He chuckled deviously delivering deep long strokes inside your squelching cunt. Making sure to pound his shaft roughly inside of your gooey plump walls hitting that spongey sweet spot that made you cream endlessly on his invading thick dick. That repeatedly ravaged your guts in an effort to make your cunt mold itself in his cocks image. As his fat tip kept kissing the tip of your cervix with every mean pelvic thrust.
The stress fuckers
“Oh fuck yeah that’s the good stuff! You always manage to brighten up my day with your pretty pussy babe. I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to take out all my frustrations and stress from work inside your tight cunt. Fuck! you really know how to treat a man right my sweet baby girl.”
He gushed lovingly as he continued to rub the tip of his cock up and down your puffy pussylips. Licking his lips with a happy go lucky grin as he gently but firmly wrapped his hands around your neck as you slept while he proceeded to ease his long pulsating dick inside your puckered slicked hole. Moaning in satisfaction as he began rocking his hips against your ass. Making sure to bury his long shaft deep inside your sweltering dripping snatch. Using you as he pleased as he fucked away all his earlier frustration and stress from work, abusing your pussy in the most ravenous ways.
Could you do a NSFW alphabet with Josuke (part4)? Thank you :3
Part 4! Aged up! Josuke x reader!! NSFW Alphabet☮️
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Josuke is the type to make sure you’re okay after. 100 percent the type to push your hair back and kiss your forehead, and then knocking tf out
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Josukes favorite part on his partners, would have to be either their chest or breast. Def doesn’t care what size, just let him hold and suck of them please. — His favorite body part on himself, I feel like would be his arms or hands. Especially because he’s a pretty big dude. He likes feeling bigger and stronger than you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I feel like he’s he kinda shy about what he does with his cum. But josuke def likes the idea of cumming on your chest or on your ass. Cumming inside scares him too much.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
100 percent he likes cute underwear. Like him seeing you in like a short skirt and maybe the wind blows a little too high, seeing a flash of pretty pink panties really excited him. Probably has stolen them once or twice and came into the fabric— super guilty about it because you def noticed a pair missing and because he came so much at thought of you finding out
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I’m like 99 percent sure this dude is a virgin. Josuke has no experience beside maybe kissing and like a handjob. Poor boy gets really shy.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
probably like cowgirl, likes seeing your tits bounce, and the scene of your head rolling back and your mouth parted open moaning. It gets him off so quickly.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I feel like he’s semi serious. The occasional giggle but if he’s really feeling it he’s pretty serious.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
honestly because I feel like Josuke has really good hygiene, I feel like he def has some hair there, but it’s pretty well trimmed and taken care of lmao.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
usually the most romantic person, pounds into you harshly while telling you you’re his gorgeous girl/boy. When he’s /angert he’s rougher he’s still a huge praiser but is slamming into you even faster just trying to take his anger out on something.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
josuke is the type to jerk off in the shower to avoid getting caught by his mom, or the occasional Okuyasu barging in. Warm water, maybe some psychedelic rock playing, like Hendrix. Lets his hand slowly slide down as he lets his mind wonder to the tough of you, maybe in cute stockings or panties— him sliding your panties to the side but not off as he slides himself in. The idea is too delicious and he always cums so quick (he really likes you).
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Of course seeing you in pretty panties, seeing you in thigh highs gets him going pretty quickly as well. Praise- tell him how good he feels in you, or how big he is inside you, it makes him feel so good. Also a little bit of a voyer lmao- one time you and him were on his bed having a heated make out session. His hands underneath your shirt, tweaking and playing with your puffy nipples. When the door bursted open showing Okuyasu and Koichi holding food. Luckily saving the both of you from an explanation and embarrassment he quickly moves away and on the opposite side of the bed. The rest of the night he was hiding his hard on under his pillow.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
definitely his bedroom while his mom is gone or like in the shower.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
honestly loves seeing you in his clothes, seeing you in hos sweaters or shirts just turns him on super quickly
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I feel his hard nos are like cnc (consensual non consent), and like hitting and degrading you. He grew up with a great mother and doesn’t see the fun in that.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
the first time he gave you head he was increadibly shy, gentle licks and sucks, you had to push his head down a bit and then he finally starting licking longer strokes and using his fingers to try to make you cum. As for receiving, he likes hearing you gag on it. He knows he’s pretty big for a Japanese dude (well half), so he thinks it’s hot seeing you struggle to take his length.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
really depends!! I feel like he enjoys going soft and hard, but when pissed or doing quickies he’s def a hard and fast typa guy.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
likes doing them before classes, or work. Not super often though because he would prefer you guys just having normal sex
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
I feel like he’d be down to experiment for the most part!
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
100 percent can last for a few rounds, he gets more desperate and sloppy the more he cums.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I don’t think he owns toys but he’s def be down to watch you, or use them on you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Teases you here and there, but it’s not consistently
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he’s pretty loud, he probably tries to cover his mouth but he just can’t, it just feels so good and he can’t help but to tell you exactly that.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the
character)
AN EATER!!!! He loves to eat bro. Like a giver 100
Percent and will do it for hours just because he wants to.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
7.5 inches, idk why but he gives circumcised mostly bc I feel like Joseph was and Tomiko would feel like Joseph would get him circumcised. The color of his shaft is darker compared to his skin, the tip being a really nice flushed red color, almost purple when he’s really hard. BDE definitely.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Probably really high, and he gets it from his father for sure. He always is tryna get into your pants once you guys started having sex regularly.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Knocks out immediately after! Waste no time snoozing lol.
Helloooo!! This request was my first alphabet! So I hope it was enjoyable 🧐.
Anyway I wrote this while on the car ride home from the beach so edits will probably be made.
Could you do a drider breeding fic? Creampie and eggs. Size kink is a musttt. Maybe a bnha character? Whatever character you choose is cool just none of the villans pls. Btw your fics just ajrjdkndjekdndosn💖
A/n: I ended up doing a general smut Drabble hope that’s okay and thx you! (>^ω^<)
Imagine him grinning widely as he ruthlessly slams you up and down onto his engorged cock. His muscles flexing with each movement while he relishes in your wetness gushing around him.
"Oh you’re such a good girl, taking my dick like a world champ I’m so proud you sweetheart~"
The man praised, whilst sticking his tongue out like a dog. A pussydrunk look apparent on his haggard features. While You were fucked out of your mind, completely full to the brim from his previous thick goopy loads of his sperm. Which leaked past his dick that served to be a temporary plug to keep all his spend inside of your flooded womb.
"Damn I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy she’s so tight, so perfect Princess. I could fuck you all night long and still not get my fix."
A low heated chuckle escaped his lips as he felt up your rounded belly. Which was sloshing with his eggs and cum of which he meanly crammed into you. Despite your whines of discomfort, he couldn’t resist bullying every inch of his pulsating meat inside your quivering quim. The telltale of his balls twitching against your ass for the fourth time in a row. Made your cunt clench pathetically around his throbbing shaft.
"Shh baby it’s okay I know how you love getting stuffed full of my cock. Daddy’s gonna give you one more load so make sure not to spill any of it mkay?"
He purred nipping at your nape as his hips continues to pump into you, his massive dick filling you up completely as he uses you like a fleshlight for his own pleasure. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, lost in the moment. The only sounds were your collective harsh breathing and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh.
"Fuck yes! That's it, Take it all. Take everything I have to give. Mmh you’re such a good girl. Shit this pussy is to die for~"
He moaned in a breathy hiss as he manhandled you into a mating press and began to move savagely, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a satisfying wet smack. Your walls clenched around him, milking his spurting penis for all he was worth.
FT. Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, & Giorno Giovanna
Pt. 1 | Pt. 2
WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. Fem!Reader. Stalking, panty stealing, inappropriate use of stands, pervy jojos, masturbation, accurate to their individual timelines. Don Giorno and Cop Josuke. NOT PROOFREAD!!
SUMMARY: Perv headcanons for the JoJo’s up through part five. Might make one for the JoBros-
JONATHAN JOESTAR
Out of all of them, he feels the most guilt
He’s a gentleman, after all
First it starts out with him eyeing your body, taking subtle peeks throughout the day
It then escalates to him brushing against you gently, and it kills him
There’s not much he can do outside of watching you and getting off to you before bed
SPEAKING OF THAT-
He humps his pillow
God he’s so desperate and needy too
Especially when you have no idea. For whatever reason, it makes his heart swell
But he feels so bad about it. What if you ever found out? What would you do? Do you feel the same way about him??
Once saw you riding your horse and was genuinely never the same after that
There was something about how determined you looked, with that wistful look in your eyes that just turned him on
He’s so down bad that he asked Dio for advice
“Get her drunk and convince her to stay. She’s stupid enough anyways.” “Grope her… duh…”
Dio does NOT give two shits about wether not his advice is legal
However, Jonathan follows through with the alcohol one
It’s his only chance to get close to you outside of studying alongside you
And to his surprise, you come over and share some wine with him
Thankfully, you wind up getting tipsy first, which gives him the chance to make his move
“Ah, y/n. It’s not safe for you to travel back to your estate in such a condition. Allow me to provide you with somewhere to spend the night.”
He lets you stay in his bed, and even convinces you to wear his clothes to bed
Snuck into the room while you were asleep and just watched you
Oh how he wanted to touch you, to feel you, but he couldn’t. It felt like he couldn’t do anything about his feelings for you and it bothered him so
Also practically ruined his clothes once he got them back. (Listen man sometimes it’s hard to get cum stains out-)
Dio never lets him hear the end of it and proceeds to give him shitty advice
JOSEPH JOESTAR
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- this man is a WHORE‼️
He has no shame whatsoever and refuses to keep his feelings for you a secret
In fact, you can barely tell if he’s kidding or not when he hits on you
He steals your clothing
Shirts? Gone. Bras? Never to be seen again. Panties? Oh he’ll steal them, ruin them, and then slip them back into your dresser when he’s over
He loves the idea of getting away with it, and it turns him on to know that you’re just as clueless as ever
Slips pictures of himself into your house, leaving them on the counter to make you think of him
Honestly thinks he’s so smooth (Caesar thinks he’s fucking weird)
Has no problem with smacking your ass out of the blue
Also really likes to pick you up and bury his face in your chest
Has collected various photos of you and gets off to them almost every night
Like it’s just a pic of you smiling and he’s hard as hell
While Jonathan whimpers and begs, Joseph moans and mutters
On the loudness scale he’s about 13/10
He does not give a flying FUCK about who hears him
Talks dirty while he fucks his hand, closing his eyes to picture your beautiful face between his legs, smiling up at him
Yeah he likes to take sneak peeks of you in the bath, so what?!
Does all of this with the mentality of “she’ll be mine eventually, so I’m entitled to a head start-“
JOTARO KUJO
Feels a little guilty about it at first, but never feels that way ever again once he gets ahold of a Polaroid of you in a bikini
Carries that shit around with him EVERYWHERE
He has also collected various photos of you, and has a mini photo album that’s dedicated to pictures of you smiling
Sorry but I think he’s into dacryphilia
Sure he loves to see you happy and enjoying yourself, but he just thinks you look so pretty when you cry
He fucking loves it when you come to him in tears, taking it as his chance to wrap his arm around you and bring you in closer to him
He constantly tells you that you’re annoying, but would smash you in a heartbeat
Enemies to lovers bs but he’s in love with you from the start
He prefers to steal your bras over anything else (he seriously has a thing for tits-) and DOES NOT give them back until they stop smelling like you
He also (occasionally) steals your shirts and replaces them with his own. The idea of you walking around in one of his shirts when it’s too big for you really gets him going
Loves to take you out for drinks and then escort you back home
Even better if you’re a lightweight
It gives him a reason to carry you back to your place and tuck you in bed
Once found your ‘special drawer’ while snooping around and fucking stole your vibrator
Granted, he bought you a much better one and snuck it into your drawer, but you were pissed when you noticed it’s absence
He has, and will continue to, use Star Platinum/The World to stop time and get his hands on you
Even if it’s just for a few seconds, he’ll be thinking about it all day
Oh god and Star Platinum loves you too
Grabs and holds you. 10/10 cuddler, even if Jotaro is incredibly embarrassed
You’ve always just seen it as ‘Jotaro’s lonely side’ and nothing more, so you don’t tell off Star
Star has been known to sneak away from Jotaro just to hang out with you
If you and Joot ever end up sharing a hotel room together for any reason, Star will hump you in your sleep
Now, Jotaro lets out low grunts and moans, but is typically quiet when getting off. STAR PLATINUM???? Fucking whimpers and whines like there’s no tomorrow
This man is hanging on by a thread
JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA
Man
On the guilt scale, he’s second place for sure
Feels HORRIBLE
But is also like his dad with the “yolo” mentality
Steals your shirts and shorts, sleeps in them (even if they’re too small), and refuses to give them back
Like your clothes just keep vanishing and you’re like ???
Has used Crazy Diamond to sneak into your place and has no real intentions of stopping
Has a shit ton of photos of you sleeping hidden away in his room
Really just wants to hear you call him a good boy
When he’s needy, he is NEEDY. Humps his pillow, whimpers, whines, the whole ass package
His hand just isn’t enough for him anymore
Unlike his father, he’s not brave enough to get close to you or touch you. My guy can’t even hug you without turning a bright shade of red
Oh and if you come over to play games with him, he’s a total goner
Absolute mess of a man
Can’t do shit without being embarrassed, so he’s a lot less weird than the others
But by god what he would give to hear you call him a good boy
It’s like his one dream
Rohan once used Heaven’s Door on him to get more dirt on him and has (some) no regrets. Will never let Josuke hear the end of it.
“Ohoho you like y/n? Josuke you good for nothing pervert. Give the woman a break.”
Prays that one day you’ll be in trouble and he’ll be the officer sent out to save you
GIORNO GIOVANNA
He’s one second away from going full blown yandere
You can’t change my mind
He’s got everything he needs at his fingertips, and could easily take you away without having to lift a finger
Openly flirts with you, but treats you with such respect that you can’t tell if he’s just being nice or not
Also spoils you
Buys you anything he’s ever seen you take interest in
Even if you don’t really want it, it WILL show up at your door eventually
Makes sure to sign his gifts to you so you don’t forget who it is that’s spoiling you like this
Kisses your hand and cheeks in a way that he claims is platonic
Loves it when you trust him enough that you can come to him for anything. Gossip? Do tell. Something bothering you? Just let him know and he’ll have it all sorted out in no time
I shit you not he makes you sit on his lap while you tell him about your day
You think it’s because the two of you are such good friends, but he actually just loves the sight of you pressed against him
His voice gets higher pitched when he gets off, and he begs a version of you that doesn’t exist to let him cum, pleading with you over and over
Eventually, he’ll start to feel bad about it, but he’d much rather live in the moment
tags: p in v, overstim, biting, vampire josuke, unsafe sex, creampie, consentual bloodsucking.
Don't mind me, just thinking about vampire Josuke railing you. His big cock is dragging along your walls as you come undone for the nth time tonight. He can't get enough of you, though. Nuzzling his head into your chest and basically suffocating himself, but he thinks he would die happy right here and now in between your tits.
He leaves Hickeys all over your chest and neck before pulling up to admire his artwork. Josuke fondles your breasts, loving how his hands form around them. You are just so perfect for him and him alone. The way your eyes start to roll back from the pleasure, and your lips glisten with your drool.
Poor you must be very overstimulated right now. Gripping his arm with all the strength left in you, as you are left to his mercy. He slowly drags his cock out until only the tip is snuck at your entrance.
His expression is similar to that of a predator ready to pounce on his prey. "J-Josuke, please, I'm so close," you cry, your pussy telling him as much as it clutches onto his tip, trying to suck him back in. He pinches both your nipples, relishing in the way you respond to him so well as you squirm and your pussy juice overflows.
"Just a little longer, hm?" he says, taking your left hand and placing small, soft kisses along the inner part of your forearm. Even in your trance, you know what he wants.
"I need you—" Your sentence is cut short by Josuke plunging his dick back into your pussy, knocking the air out of your lungs. You gasp, hips lifting in the air. You're sure he is all the way in your womb.
You feel the hot stripe of his tongue on your arm, and something sharp and familiar prods at your skin. Your gaze locks onto his, a silent question playing between you two. You ache for him even while he has his dick fully hilted in your cunt. And something in you wants to see his lips marked with your blood. To know that only you could satisfy him.
You push your arm to his lips, anticipating the pain. Josuke's cock twitches inside of you. His eyes darken, black and alluring. "Please, bite me!" You beg. He opens his mouth, fangs long and sharp, and plunges into your skin.
The pain courses through you before being replaced with sharp pleasure that coils in your core and abruptly snaps. You cum again, but it feels different this time; it feels way stronger than you think you can handle. Your hips twitch, and Josuke groans, his tongue swiping the dripping blood from your arm, as your walls pulse around his hard cock.
"Fuck!" he swears, dragging his cock out, just to thrust it back in. You can feel him getting bigger, his dick hitting that delicious spot in you. His rhythm is almost animalistic as he chases his own high.
Josuke still hasn't let go of your arm; the grip is nearly bruising. The mix of your and Josuke's juices makes an obscene sound the more he thrusts in you. You are a mess beneath him. Eyes rolled to the back, tongue sticking out and tear streaks on your cheek.
Even though you just came earlier, a familiar tension starts to build in your core again. You moan his name again and again, toes curling and your back arching, making Josuke thrust even deeper. His bloodied lips never leave your skin as he paints your body in hickeys, leaving a trail of your blood everywhere on you. Marking you has his.
You are so close again that it brings fresh tears to your eyes. "Wanna fill ya' with my seed." He slurs, already completely drunk on your pussy. Your lips clash in a sloppy mess. The taste of iron is poignant, but it doesn't deter you.
With each trust, you get closer and closer when Josuke pushes his hand between your legs and rubs firm circles on your wet clit with his thumb. "Too much—!" You scream, cumming on Josuke's hand as he continues to rub at your clit, prolonging your orgasm.
You wrap your legs around Josuke, locking him there. His hips stutter, and he releases inside of you. You are sure the mattress is ruined now, but you can't worry about it for long when Josuke grabs your arm again and licks at your wound while looking you in the eyes.
His cock starts to harden in you again, and you tremble under him. "I don't think I can cum anymore, Josuke." you pant, trying to slip away from him. He closes in on you, takes his dick out of your dripping cunt and slides two fingers inside you.
You yelp in surprise and agonising pleasure, gripping his arm with your uninjured hand. You look up at him again, and your pussy clenches on his fingers when you see the way he stares at you as if he is hypnotised.
"One more," he says, curling his finger in your cunt and stirring his cum inside of you. You throw your head back, a moan stuck at the back of your throat. Honestly, you were just glad you had cleared your schedule for the next few days because there was no way you were getting out of bed any time soon.
Characters: Jotaro Kujo / Bruno Bucciaratti / Josuke Higashikata / Rohan Kishibe / Giorno Giovanna x female reader
Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex (blowjobs, penetrative sex), slight exhibitionism, voyeurism (Josuke’s part)
Notes: All underage characters aged up of course. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3
Jotaro Kujo
Jotaro is used to being the one pined over, the one admired, turning people’s heads, the constant touch of careful hands, being adored for his sheer height and width.
What he isn’t used to, however, is being the admirer.
Since he’s laid his eyes on you, he got to know the feeling. He didn’t even realize it at first. Of course, he wants to study with you, and naturally, he wants your opinion on the latest seminar paper he has written, certainly, he wants to help you with your work. You’re his fellow student, his friend.
But when Jotaro used his stand to stop the time for just a few seconds, to freeze the sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, eyes bright and glowing, to just observe you longer like this, he realized that maybe, you’re not just his friend. Maybe, you mean more to him.
And as he sits in the library now, unable to focus on his laptop screen in front of him, he turns his head to look at you. And he’s sure; you’re not just his friend.
He can see the subtle shadow under your eyes, the way your eyelids seem too heavy, and your disheveled hair. Something tears at his very heart when he gazes at you.
You turn your head, shooting him a tired, nonetheless, sweet smile.
“Could you look at this?” You ask him, pointing at your laptop.
Jotaro nods, scooting closer to you with his chair.
The lack of proximity makes it hard for him to concentrate on the words before him, let alone your voice as you try to explain your work. He hums here and there, his eyes taking in the words, his brain not comprehending the meaning.
He can smell your scent, your subtle and sweet perfume. He feels your heat on his skin. Jotaro slightly turns his head. You’re so close, he can see every pore of your skin, your lashes, the distinct color of your eyes, and the gentle sweep of your nose. He swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth.
You turn your head, slightly rising your eyebrows, your gaze locking with his. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, his desire for you flaring hot in his chest. His head dips forward automatically, every cell of his urging him to lock his lips with yours.
His chair nearly falls over as he stands up abruptly.
“What are you doing?” You ask perplexed.
Jotaro ignores you. He can’t face you like this.
The library is almost vacant. He moves along the high shelves until his breathing has normalized a bit.
He leans against one of the shelves, trying desperately to ignore the way his blood runs hotly through his veins, the way it rushes down his body.
It’s palpable, the way he longs for you, the way he yearns to touch you. His half-hardened dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it.
He buries his face in his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness. Memories of you flood his mind; your shining lips, your bright eyes, your scent.
His head falls back against the books on the shelf, his hands dangling feebly on his side. Jotaro can’t seem to get ahold of himself. His mind is racing, he sees you, putting up your hair, exposing your slender neck, he sees you, sitting next to him, your short dress riding up your thighs.
It seems like the rational part of his brain stopped functioning. He’s not even fully aware of what he’s doing, so caught up with thinking of you, until a little sigh drips from his lips.
He looks down, seeing his dick straining noticeably against his pants, his hand palming him through his trousers.
His face flushes hot, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. No one is around, he assures himself once more.
It has no use stopping now.
Hurriedly, he tugs down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, right into his grip. He hisses at the drag of his palm along his dick. It feels so good. The slight possibility of getting caught only heightens his lust.
He watches his fist drag along his length, taking in the bead of pre-cum dropping along his shaft, easing the glide of his hand.
He thinks about your thighs again, how soft they would feel as he’d let his large hands smooth along them, and what he would find when you spread them for him.
His head tips back against the shelf, his eyes fluttering shut as he slightly increases his pace. He imagines your glistening pussy, dripping for him. He’d sink his long, thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them until he has you whimpering and whining, begging for him to finally fuck you.
Jotaro can practically see your expression; your doe-eyes peering at him, your lips parted, your body trembling. A low groan rips past his chest, his fist squeezing his cock just a little tighter.
He pictures you, sitting atop of him, your delicate hands pressing against his chest as you lower yourself on his dick, slowly taking him in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fills you up completely. He would watch your pretty tits bouncing with every move of yours, and the beautiful, lust-drunk expression on your face.
His hips stutter forward into his fist as he imagines rutting into you, holding your hips so tightly as he fucks up into you. He can practically hear your moans, your sweet, whiny whimpers, and the way his skin slaps against yours.
Jotaro increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip, a strained gasp falling from his parted lips.
He imagines you cumming, his name drops from your lips, drawn out into a delirious moan. He can almost feel it; the way your pussy would spasm around his throbbing dick, practically urging him to spill his seed into you.
A string of curses leave his lips, his hips stuttering into his hand once more before he cums. He jerks through his orgasm, a spurt of cum dripping down his dick, onto his hand, with each hurried stroke. He thinks about rolling his hips into you, letting your pussy milk him dry as a mess of your slick and his cum runs down your thighs.
He shallowly thrusts into his fist until he’s hissing from overstimulation. His heavy eyes flutter open, his heart racing in his heaving chest as his gaze drops.
A strained sigh drops from his lips as he takes in his messy hand holding his weeping length. Slowly, he comes back down to earth, realizing what he’s just done.
His head snaps in the direction where you’re probably sitting, hopefully, still staring at your laptop screen. And Jotaro just stands here, a few meters away, his released emotions for you tainting his hand.
Bruno Bucciaratti
It’s obvious that you’re new on the job. Bruno doesn’t notice this solely because he’s a regular at the restaurant and hasn’t seen you before.
Rather, it is the way you fail to see the subtle signs the guests give you, asking for the check or mixing up orders one too many times.
You’re the new waitress. And until now you don’t do a great job.
It’s obvious that you’re stressed, evident from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your cheeks glow. A wave of sympathy washes over Bucciaratti as he watches you rush around the restaurant. And he feels something more, a little tug in his chest because you just look so unbelievably cute while doing that.
He’s not even mad that he already had to wait so long for you to finally bring him his wine. Because when you do, he can look at you from up close, observing your delicate fingers place the wine glass on his table, watching the loose strands of hair hanging into your face.
And when he thanks you, the smile you give him makes the minutes worth the wait.
His eyes hang onto your body as he watches you retreat. He’s glad that his fellow gang members aren’t here right now because they surely would tease him for being a pervert or something. But he just can’t help himself, his eyes greedily glide along your silhouette.
Bruno takes a sip of his wine, trying to cool down the hotness rushing through his body.
He orders his second glass and he’s not sure if he just flatters himself, but he’s pretty sure that you pay particular attention to him. Or maybe he’s just deluding himself.
When you walk towards him, his eyes cling to your waist and the way your trousers hug you so right. You look amazing; even when you’re stressed.
He breathes in your scent when you lean closer to him, basking in the feeling of your warmth.
The clang of the glass rudely rips him out of his thoughts.
Seems like you’re not only incredibly gorgeous but also incredibly clumsy.
The wine leaks over the table, staining the white tablecloth red and spilling all over his pants.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The panic in your voice is palpable.
“Don’t worry,” he tries to soothe you.
He watches your eyes nervously flickering over the mess you made before they lock with his.
You look at him with so much gratitude because he doesn’t make a big scene. His heart flutters in his chest.
You quickly take ahold of a napkin, dabbing it on his trousers, trying to let the fabric soak up the liquid.
You’re so close, bending down, granting him an intimate look right on your cleavage. Bruno swallows hard, reluctantly averting his gaze.
He can barely hear you muttering your apologies. He just tries to stay calm, to think of anything other than your hand smoothing along his thigh, rubbing over his stained trousers.
The motion just makes a flood of sinful associations enter his mind. He can practically feel his face growing hot.
Abruptly he gets up. You look at him startled.
“Sorry did I-“
“I’m just going to clean myself up, no worries really,” he adds, unable to bear the way you gaze at him.
The stain is big, bright red, clearly noticeable on his white trousers. The soap and water he applies have no use in helping it whatsoever.
He doesn’t even care, his mind is somewhere else anyway.
Bruno just can’t get over the way you looked up at him, the lack of proximity you two found yourself in, and the way you were practically kneeling in front of him. He can only think about you doing other things in that position.
A long sigh escapes his mouth. He surrenders, stopping to take care of his stain. His head falls against the closed bathroom door and he allows himself to let his desires take hold of his body and mind.
His dick strains hard against his pants as he sees you in front of him again, kneeling, with those doe eyes peering up at him.
He frees his cock from the confinement of his pants, wrapping his hand tightly around his girth. Bruno hisses quietly, dragging his hand along his throbbing length, imagining it is your hand wrapped around him instead.
He visualizes your hand pumping into his swollen head, the way his cock would look so big in comparison. A low gasp drops from his lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand.
His head tips back against the door, thinking about you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him as your delicate hand strokes his cock.
The pace of his hurried hand increases, as he envisions you taking him into your mouth, softly sucking on his flushed tip, your eyes peering up at him obediently. He bites back a low whine.
He sees your beautiful face in front of him; your glowing face, your starry eyes, as you take all of him inside of your pretty mouth. His hands would thread through your hair, holding you, feeling the restriction of your tight throat. And then you would follow his guidance, bobbing your head just how he likes it.
Bruno groans quietly. “Just like that,” he mutters, pumping hurriedly into his swollen head.
He can clearly see you in his mind, those unbelievable eyes staring up at him, tears spilling over as he ruts into the wet, soft heat of your mouth. His hips involuntarily rut forward into his fist.
A low whine slips past his lips, which he has no control over. He practically feels your swollen lips wrapped around him.
His hips stutter forward into his hands, two, three times before he tips over the edge. His orgasm washes over him, his thighs tensing, breathing erratic.
Bucciaratti jerks through his orgasm, panting hard, imagining his dick pulsing in your mouth, his cum landing on your awaiting tongue as you swallow everything that he gives you.
Then he’d pull out, letting his hot spurts of cum land on your beautiful face, mixing in with your spit, dripping down your chin, your cheeks. He groans desperately, seeing your messy face, your lips parted, opening your mouth eagerly for him, glassy eyes staring up at him obediently as he paints your face white.
His fist pumps into his swollen tip until he hisses from the overstimulation. Only then he slowly opens his eyes, taking in his soiled hand.
This mess may compete with the one you spilled on his table.
Josuke Higashikata
Sometimes Josuke really has to wonder if you do it on purpose. Can you really be that unaware of your surroundings, this clueless?
It isn’t the first time he has watched you like this. Far from it actually.
Since you’ve moved into the house right next to his, you made a habit of getting undressed, late in the evening or night, your light illuminating the room, leaving little room for imagination.
You haven’t invested in any kind of curtains yet and your lucky neighbor hopes you never will.
It has kind of become a habit of his, watching you through his dark windows, careful that you don’t notice him. And you never do.
Josuke observes how you lose your sweater first, followed by the top you were wearing underneath. He sucks in a little breath when he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He can clearly see the outline of your bare breast, the way they softly jiggle as you throw the top somewhere.
Blood rushes down his body as his eyes greedily glide along your exposed upper body, your beautiful tits, your soft tummy, and your waist. He swallows against the dryness of his mouth, desperately hoping that one day he could be the one undressing you.
You open your jeans now, letting them plummet on the floor before stepping out of them. You bent over, picking them up to fold them away.
Fortunately for him, this gives him a perfect view of your ass. He can see your pussy through your panties, squished between those perfect asscheeks.
His heart beats violently against this ribcage, his blood running hot. He can feel it; the twitching of his hardened cock.
What he would give to bend you over like this himself, to pull those panties to the side. Josuke pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around his girth, because now his favorite part of your little routine comes; the instant he replays in his mind day and night.
You pull down your panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor, leaving your body completely bare. You observe your own reflection in the large mirror hanging on your wall. You let your fingers run through your hair, before they glide along your sides, your gaze following them, sliding along your body.
Josuke strokes his dick, his hungry eyes gliding along your silhouette, leaving no part unseen. You’re enticing. He could watch you like this forever.
But he can’t. You get your kimono, tieing it around your waist as you step out of the room, switching off the light.
Josuke sighs. He closes his eyes, still seeing your body in front of him.
He imagines his large hands gliding along your sides, feeling your soft skin under his, grabbing, kneading your flesh. He would cup your breasts, letting his thumbs circle your nipples until they harden under his touch.
What he would give to gaze deep into your eyes, pressing kisses along your throat, further down, sucking your nipples, hearing your voice bleeding into a soft moan.
His hand increases his pace as he imagines dropping to his knees, smoothing his palms along your hips, grabbing your ass.
A low whine rips past his chest as he thinks about your pretty pussy, right in front of his face.
He would worship you, his eager lips pressing feathery kisses onto your plush thighs before letting himself allow a taste of you. He just knows you would taste so good, letting his tongue glide along your folds, teasingly, before his tongue would draw tight circles on your sensitive clit.
Josuke imagines you bending in front of him, facing your floor-length mirror, as he slowly sinks into your sloppy pussy.
He would watch you, your reflection, the way your expression would change with each of his slow, deep thrusts, your face glowing as you watch yourself getting fucked by him. He knows you like to watch yourself.
He hurriedly pumps into his swollen tip, a bead of pre-cum rolling down his length, easing the glide of his eager hand.
Josuke can practically hear your voice, your whines, and the depraved sounds of pleasure, skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your pussy as you drip all over him. He would watch his large, slick cock split you open, again and again until he has your whole body trembling.
He imagines it's your pussy wrapped so tightly around his twitching cock, not his own hand, as he fucks into his fist. His hips involuntarily stutter forward into his hand before he tips over the edge.
He groans breathlessly, a string of curses leaving his lips as he jerks himself through his orgasm. His hot cum stains his hand, dripping down his shaft as he shallowly thrusts into his fist, riding out his high. He lets go of himself, panting as he comes down from his high.
Josuke will be there the next evening as well, waiting for you to give him his show.
Rohan Kishibe
Rohan observes you, he practically reads your face like a book - and this without the help of Heaven’s Door.
He hates you for your obvious expression. He really does.
You skim through his latest proposal for his manga, your delicate hands turning page after page as his green eyes hang onto your every expression.
You're strict with him and honest. Most people would probably appreciate it if their manga editor possessed such qualities. Rohan doesn’t. He hates getting told what to do. He knows he’s good. Everyone knows this. Everyone should.
Only you don’t seem to, often having suggestions or comments. He pretends like these aren’t helpful. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction.
Just like now, as you propose some suggestions, pointing out some inconsistencies in the story, he just listens, his eyes gazing into yours.
“How very helpful of you, I can really count on you, my love,” he hums, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You bite back a smile, standing up from the seat behind your desk, and making your way to him. You stand behind him now, your hands resting on his shoulders. His muscle tense under your touch. You dip down, letting your hands glide along his chest, playfully so.
Rohan feels your breath on his neck and your heat on his skin, his nose filling up with your scent.
“Oh, you know me, always at your service,” you breathe into his ear before you retreat.
He composes himself, hurriedly standing up as well, saying goodbye to you as usual. He sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He fully knows, that you just enjoyed baffling him. And he can’t seem to have anything to say, that would imply that he wasn’t.
The moment resurfaces in his mind throughout the remaining day.
He doesn’t know why meeting you always aggravates him so much. But this time you really were too much.
Late at night, when he’s lying in his bed, he really can’t seem to shake the memory of him. It’s like he can still feel your hot breath on his neck, your soft, inviting voice. He practically feels your hands smoothing along his chest.
Rohan desperately tries to ignore the way his dick twitches in his boxers. He has to tell himself that he doesn’t like you. Not one bit. Not at all. He tosses and turns, throwing his blanket away, and getting up to get himself some water.
It doesn’t help. He sits at the edge of his bed, looking down at his hardened cock showing through his boxers.
Every minute he doesn’t do anything, his longing for pleasure, for release, seems to heighten until he’s unable to hold back anymore.
Rohan tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring into his grip. The first, slow drag of his palm along his length elicits him a gasp of relief. He lowers his gaze, watching as he drags his fist up and down his cock.
His mind is somewhere entirely else.
He thinks about you. About your hands on his chest, about your scent, about your sweet, honeyed voice.
He imagines you’re here in the room with him, that it was your hand that is dragging along his weeping length.
Rohan envisions you kneeling in front of him, your eyes peering up at him curiously before you wrap your plush lips around him. You’d look so good with hollowed cheeks and obedient eyes, bobbing your head.
“Just like that,” he mumbles. His grip grew a little tighter with each pump of his hand.
He visualizes his hand threading through your hair, pushing you to take more of him. He yearns to see tears spill from your eyes, he wants you to gag on his cock.
“Nothing to say now, huh?” He mumbles deliriously, lost in his fantasy.
He pretends it's your mouth and throat he’s fucking into, not his own hand. A breathless moan pulled from his chest, and another bead of pre-cum dripped down his cock to ease the glide of his hurried hand.
He can feel his impending orgasm, the way the knot in his stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with each harsh stroke of his hand.
A desperate groan falls from his mouth when he imagines your glassy eyes peering up at him. He envisions slipping his cock out of your mouth, and how you would loll out your tongue for him.
“You want that? Want me to cum all over that pretty face of yours, huh?” His voice is breathless, strained.
A low whine rips past his chest as he practically hears your whiny, desperate “Yes.”
He cums, a drawn-out moan of your name filling up the room, as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble, his abdomen tensing as his hot cum paints his hand white.
He visualizes his spurts of cum landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin and lips, mixing in with your spit, imagining you swallowing, eagerly taking all that he gives you.
“Good girl,” he breathes, his chest heaving with his heavy pants.
Slowly he comes back into reality as his cock softens in his hand. His dick falls heavy against his thigh, as he observes the mess he made.
Rohan swallows, muttering to himself that he really does find you annoying. But he isn’t so sure if he can still believe this now.
Giorno Giovanna
Giorno leans against the rough bark of the tall birch, his long legs spread on the grass. He’s letting his eye wander, observing people walking their dogs, kids playing tag, and friend groups sitting in a circle on the green grass, beer in hand.
It fulfills him with contentment, with a certain tranquility when he sees all these people that are so happy, so careless, seeming so innocent and pure. He often comes here, clearing his mind, forgetting about all his duties and stress.
And as his gaze moves from one place to another he discovers you. As his eyes rest on you, he wonders how he could’ve been caught up in observing anything other. And now that he has seen you, how could he look away?
You’re sitting on a bench not far from him, a book in your delicate hands. Hair falls into your face, softly swaying in the breeze. He notices the corners of your eyes crinkling as you try to make out the sentences in the bright sunlight.
After a few minutes, it seems like you have given up, placing the book next to you on the bench. Your eyes fall close, soaking up the sun.
And Giorno just watches you; angling your face towards the sun, discarded book next to you, the soft breeze playing with your hair.
He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. It calms him in a way that is hard to describe, to see you comfortable in your skin, with no trace of stress or worry painted on your face, falling into the moment, appreciating it. It touches something deep within himself.
Giorno is mostly surrounded by hard, harsh people. Men that have killed, and will do so again.
It’s refreshing to look at you, it makes his skin feel warmer than the sun shining upon it.
He doesn’t know how to approach you, he’s not even sure if he should. He picks up a blade of grass, letting his stand metamorphose it into a butterfly.
The little insect reels through the air, heading for you.
You don’t notice it until it lands on the tip of your nose. Your eyes open languidly. They grow wider as they take in the butterfly right before them.
It takes off again, fluttering a few centimeters in front of your face. Giorno watches you laugh out of surprise, your smile shining brighter than the afternoon sun.
You stretch out your hand, the butterfly landing on your finger, sitting still. The wonder in your eyes as you observe it from up close makes his heart flutter, just like the butterfly’s wings. He’s entranced, his eyes hanging onto you until you go.
And when he is back in his home, after talking to some of his subordinates, after feeling the stress and his responsibility resting on his shoulders anew he wishes he could see you. To let his gaze travel along your features, to feel this tenderness washing over himself again.
He leans back in his chair behind his desk, picturing you. How your eyes widened in surprise upon gazing at the butterfly, how your delicate hand waved through the air, how your skin glowed in the sun.
Giorno can’t help wondering how soft your skin would feel against his lips, imagining kissing your shut eyes, pressing feathery kisses onto every centimeter of your face until his ears pick up your soft giggles. He would pull away, his nose nearly touching yours, his hands cradling your cheeks, watching the creases at the corner of your eyes deepening.
This is harmless. This is okay.
But his mind can’t stop running. He can’t stop his thoughts from wandering, from imagining himself pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your throat, along your breasts.
He thinks about taking your nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, noticing your breath deepening, his other hand kneading your other breast.
Giorno gulps, his blood rushing down his body. He imagines moving further down, a trail of kisses along your waist, your stomach, along your thighs.
His breath hitches, feeling his dick straining against his pants. He wonders how your pussy would look, how sweet you would taste, as his tongue laps at your folds.
His chest burns with desire, his cheeks hot as he just can’t shake these thoughts off.
Reluctantly, he gives in to his urges. He tugs down his pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hardened cock.
His head rests against his chair. His eyes drifted shut, to visualize you more clearly. He sees you in front of him, your unbelievable eyes staring up at him, slightly widening as he sinks into your wet pussy, his cock being encompassed by your warm, tight walls. A sigh drops from his lips.
His thumb swipes across his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Slowly, he starts to drag his hand along his length, pumping into his swollen tip, before repeating the gesture. With each pass, his grip grows a little bit tighter, and his fantasies a little dirtier.
He imagines it's your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his cock, not his own hand. He pictures your every expression, your eyes darkening, your cheeks burning, your plush lips dropping open, releasing sweet moans and whimpers.
Giorno wants to see you tremble, wants to see you fall apart underneath him, because of him. He mimics the slow and deliberate thrust with his hand, before increasing his pace. A drawn out, breathless moan escapes his parted lips.
He yearns to see the surprised look in your eyes, the little frown on your face, as he throws your legs over his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into you.
He would fuck you until you quiver underneath him, until your voice is hoarse until you can’t see straight, until you’re a mess, gushing all over his cock. He would fuck you until you’re satisfied.
Only then he’ll let himself succumb. A groan rips past his heaving chest as he imagines your pussy clenching down on him greedily, urging him to spill every drop of his hot cum deep within you.
With that thought in his mind, with him envisioning your sloppy pussy fluttering around his dick, he cums. A groan drops from his lips, his fist squeezing a little tighter, concentrating on his swollen tip as his orgasm washes over him.
He envisions himself buried deep inside of you, his cock throbbing with each rope of hot cum he fills you up with.
Shallowly he rides out his high, his body twitching helplessly as his ropes of creamy cum drip down his thick shaft and onto his hand, imagining your pussy milking him dry.
He’s breathless, his chest heaving with pants, as he lets go of himself. His gaze drops onto his soiled hand.
Giorno wonders how such a sweet and tender thing as you could lead him to do such lascivious things.
You guys have chosen!! Which also means the Jojo that will steal the heart of the main girl is.....Josuke!!
And the Jobro Okuyasu! (If I'm feeling like writing that. It's all still being drafted)
Here she is! I won't tell you much about her except the fact that like most black girls, she does NOT play about her hair. Don't touch it or you WILL lose ya life! Or your hand. Whatever is easier to clean up. Oh! And her stand is called Luminous Wool (a sheep) but she calls her Keisha
robot! josuke higashikata x autistic! short! chubby! fem! reader
request: id like to request a possessive josuke with an autistic, short, chubby female reader with anxiety. def w size kink!! also i think it would be silly if he had a breeding kink as a robot, bc obviously that wouldnt work.
warnings: anxiety, dissociation, stimming, stimming during sex, fingering, pinv, unprotected sex, cybersex, robot fucking // monsterfucking, breeding mentioned, chubby reader, afab reader, pet names like 'pretty', she/her is not used but is hinted at.
notes: autism is such a wide scale— buT I decided to implement my own experiences, hope its still relatable to my requester as well as my other 'tism homies. sometimes I act like a robot ngl
word count: 3.2k
info about cybi + starter plot.
HUMAN interaction could be different, which could explain the reasoning behind your strange purchase. You were at least 33% sure that it was a scam at first, but there was no real loss since all you had to do was offer up a tiny donation, and your curiosity outweighed the logic for some unknown reason. The chances of this company 'CyBi' following through on what they offered were minimal, yet here you were, typing away your ideal CyBi and how you wished for them to act.
And when that day came when a humongous box appeared on your doorstep, you lugged the giant thing into your living room, groaning all the way from how heavy it was. Fortunately, after getting it in the living room, the rest was easy.
Josuke Higashikata, one of your favs was now in your grasp, bright eyed and bushy-tailed. He was much... bigger than you remembered from his anime bio. But that wasn't the most astonishing part, it was the fact that he was so photorealistic, even his pompadour didn't have a single strand out of place. It was truly no surprise that you still had your reservations about the robotic life-sized companion you'd gotten, but when his eyes blinked and he looked at you with a smile that had your heart skipping a beat, words could not describe your excitement... or was it anxiety?
Just like in the show, he was nice but a bit rough around the edges, still more than happy to help you around the house as necessary. At first, it started off as a friendship. It was easy to talk to him and understand him because you were adamant in your request that he was understanding and patient with you, but then... things began to progress.
You couldn't go anywhere in your house without him following behind you. He was clingy, his hands always had to be somewhere on you at every chance he got. It was endearing in its own way, but he always understood you when you asked for alone time, which he begrudgingly gave to you until he sensed a change.
Today, you'd just barely made it home from work, completely shut in on your own mind as your body moved on autopilot, seeking shelter and safety in your home. This happened occasionally when the days were especially stressful, overstimulating your brain 'til the point of it somewhat caving in on itself and only leaving basic bodily functions and survival instincts in the driver's seat.
As soon as you entered through the front door, hands shaking and fidgeting as you fiddled with the lock and your keys, you pushed yourself through the door, kicked off your shoes, and immediately started to peel off your work clothes unceremoniously, tossing them to the floor without care.
Everything was itchy. Burning. Too much to deal with. Too tiring. You had to get it all off as soon as possible.
Your overloaded brain did not even register the concerned CyBi as he watched you from his place in your kitchen, zeroing in on your sluggish yet quickened steps, eager to retreat in the shower to scrub, scrub, scrub away the day.
If your survival instincts weren't at such an all-time high you would have thoroughly enjoyed the smell of the food Josuke had prepared for dinner, but there was no time for that.
You'd bared yourself completely before hurrying into the bathroom to bathe, regaining some semblance of control over yourself as the days adrenaline continued to course through your veins. Your robot roommate frowned at the sight of your heightened blood pressure, rapidly beating heart, and some extreme levels of stress revealing their ugly heads. It was clear that you were shutting down, the 'shell' of your body being the one in control at this point in time.
And like any self-proclaimed boyfriend, Josuke took it upon himself to gather up your discarded clothing and place them in their proper place to be washed larer in the week. While you continued your autopiloted shower, he already moved into your bedroom to get some things set up for you so that you wouldn't have to do anything unnecessary, taking extra care to lay out some clean, scentless clothes, slightly warmed after a couple minutes in the dryer.
Once you'd emerged from the shower, still working based solely on instinct, you walked into your bedroom and paused at the sight of the clothes. Then, it seemed as though your foggy mind filled in the blank space of time when you had to pick out comfy clothes to wear that didn't feel as much as other clothes felt, quickly moving to get dressed, you laid down on your back on your made bed, pulling the blanket over your body. With an expression void of emotion, you laid under the blanket, holding yourself carefully while staring blankly at the ceiling, dissociating.
You hadn't even heard the sound of padded footsteps coming into your bedroom, too focused on what was above you to even consider who was coming towards you.
That was until you felt an unexpected weight. A crushing weight on top of you that nearly made your eyes pop out of the socket. It was unexpected at first but then it quickly became familiar in a way. The weight of whatever was on top of you seemed to press all the right buttons on your body. You allowed it to sink right into every bit of your body tissue, slowly feeling your heartbeat slow, a gentle but obvious calm beginning to wash over you in repeated, tranquil waves. Eventually, the comfort of the weight that was pressing you down into the mattress, reminding you of your existence, was beginning to lull you to sleep. You were nearly there when it moved, shifting to the side of you on the bed. Immediately, your eyes seemed to shoot open and a groan of protest soon followed, but that was quickly silenced when you felt your blanket move and new heat enter in your domain. It was unknown at first, but then that warmth enveloped you in a tight embrace that made you melt into the warmth, huffing from your mouth. Whilst your arms stayed by your sides, Josuke, aka the unknown warmth, continued to hold you close to his body, unmoving as you used him to ground yourself, sighing into the soft cotton of his shirt.
After around 30 minutes of the comforting embrace, your body was numb but your mind was much clearer, though you still had some underlying stresses still gnawing away at your nerves. But at least you were now able to mutter something low into Josuke's chest.
"...hungry."
...
Thankful that he'd made your favorite meal, Josuke set a plate down in front of you, just how you liked, things were seperated and somewhat neat, not touching in the slightest. Slowly, you began to eat what he'd made for you in silence, still regaining some semblance of yourself from beyond your shell of dissociation. The day had just been such a stress-filled ball, you wished you had a way to decompress. As you ate, you had an occasional thought, wanting the bad feelings to go away. Then, your mind wandered over to the CyBi who was sitting across from you at the kitchen table, consuming his own meal, which was always interesting in its own way, and an idea sprung forth.
Carefully, you wiped your face with a napkin and spoke up, "Josuke. Can we have sex?"
He nearly choked, but thankfully he caught himself before he could. Instead, he looked up from his plate and stared at you for a moment in complete silence, brows knitted together almost as if he was contemplating and calculating what exactly you just asked him.
Noticing his expression, you were confused yourself, but then a thought came to mind, realizing something important. "Oh. Wait. Do you not have a penis to use? I thought you would because of how realistic you ar—"
"It's not that. Why do you want to have sex all of a sudden? We've never been intimate before— not that I'm opposed to it."
Blinking, you seemed to barely register what he was saying until the last bit, to which you quickly added, "Sex is good for stress. I don't like feeling this way. I want to have sex with you to destress. Will you have sex with me? You don't have to say y—" "Yes!"
His sudden shout of affirmation made you flinch, surprised at his enthusiasm. But then you shrugged afterwards, lowering your gaze back to your plate to finish it off, you would need your energy after all.
As soon as you both respectfully finished eating, you were quick to move on to cleaning the dishes but Josuke beat you to it, saying he'd clean them later on in the night.
You'd yelp in utter surprise when he tugged you along by your shirt towards the living room couch, plopping down right in the center of it before pulling you down into his lap. Eyes widening, you landed in his lap, plopping right down onto his crotch in such a way that it got the robot grunting, biting his lip as you faced him. "Why this position...?" You questioned but still moved your arms up to loosely drape around his neck like in one of those pornos you'd once seen.
"Mm... I just wanna see your face. That ok...?"
Shrugging, you didn't think much of it but shuddered when his hands grabbed onto the fat of your hips, giving them a squeeze before they started sliding upwards, following the natural route of your sides, surprisingly warm fingers gentle as they caressed every spot they touched on your body. Unable to help yourself, you looked down, watching his hands move, taking the time to feel every part of your torso, even the meatier bits, his thumbs brushing over your belly with childlike astonishment. You didn't know it, but you'd given him a ticket to something he'd been wanting for a while now, and he was going to pounce on the opportunity like a starving predator.
While his hands were still on you, beginning their travel up and up and up under your shirt, he pulled you a bit closer, so close that you nearly felt his 'heartbeat' against your body, smashing his lips against yours in a lustrous, manic kiss. It had almost realistically took your breath away, the only thing on your mind currently was the feeling of plush lips on yours. How could a robot feel so realistic? You were filled with curiosity, hands moving to cup his face, fingers slipping over the material that made his skin even feel real. Josuke felt so terrifyingly real that you had to remind yourself that he was made of gears, levers, and all that in-between.
Even so, that didn't stop you from curling your fingers in his hair, even more shocked by the soft, silk feeling of the locks between your knuckles, strands coming unraveled the more you messed with it. And surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind, in fact, he only invited you closer, nipping at your lips and prying into your mouth with a sloppy, explorative tongue, searching every inch of your mouth with hungered curiosity. Easily, he won the battle of dominance over your mouth, sloppy kissing noises nearly making you cringe.
Wanting to move things along, you pulled away from the kiss, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand before staring at him in wanting. "More." You somewhat demanded, suddenly shifting around on his lap, starting grinding down onto him, knowing that it would stir some kind of reaction in him. Which it did, the man beneath you breathed sharply through gritted teeth and hummed obediently, svelte fingers eager to inch themselves between your thighs. Perhaps, a feeling of urgency mingled with impatience caused you to stand up abruptly from his lap, grabbing at the waistband of your bottoms and shimmyed them down rather hurriedly until they pooled at your feet, along with your underwear.
Once your bottom half was bear, you sat back down on his lap, ignoring the heat in your face and the seething in your core. Josuke, on the other hand, watched your ever move, eyes widening as you willingly exposed your nethers for his eyes to see, forcing the CyBi to bite his lip in nervousness. And you sat back on his lap, dripping cunt already started to stain the front of his sweats, he nearly lost his hard drive.
He wasted no more time, pressing his thumb against your clit, giving the nub an experimental rub in a loose, clockwise circular motion. And when he received a gasp of surprise and wanting, he continued, applying a bit of pressure to the neat circle, watching in wonder as you clenched around nothing with every rotation of his thumb. You squirmed in his lap, hips chasing the delectable feeling of dopamine shots with each movement. Josuke altered between slow, teasing ovals to full-blown rings of fury that had your pussy gushing and body convulsing sending you hurling over a metaphorical finish line.
You threw your head back the first time you came just from having him toy with your lil' bundle of nerves like the joystick on a game controller— he was always playing video games in the anime, wasn't he?
Panting, you swallowed some spit that'd gathered in your mouth, toes uncurling as you pressed a hand down firmly onto the back of the couch to keep yourself from falling back, the other hand moved, fingers pianoning in the air as they played an imaginary scale over and over again.
Josuke wasn't done with you, however, his thumb slid from its temporary place and one of the svelte digits pushed into you, causing you to yelp in shock, body jolting upwards and then falling back down in two quick movements, forcing you to unconsciously ride his finger. Such a feeling was almost addicting and the robot didn't even need to do anything as you started rocking your hips, using just one of his fingers to get off, panting like you'd run a marathon. He simply stared at you as if he was watching a once in a lifetime show, unable to blink or turn away from the display in front of him. He added a second finger into your squelching wetness, scissoring ever so slightly until he let you have your control again.
No sight was more beautiful than this, a smirk revealing itself on his pretty lips as you continued to pleasure yourself at his expense.
"Atta girl. Look at you... doin' everything without even needin' my help. Kinda makes me sad almost—" He murmured the last bit but quickly disagreed with himself, fully invested in the way your cunny clenched on his fingers, nearly sucking them into oblivion and coating the digits in your arousal. Josuke would let you have your fill, it was entertaining in its own way, bionic cock already hard and stirring beneath cotton polyester, eager to break free and sink itself between your folds. But he was built to be patient, and patient he would be.
The CyBi looked over you from head to toe, taking notice of every spike in body heat, every tense of your muscles, every spasm of your body, every crinkle in your nose... everything. He revelled in you and everything you do.
And when the second orgasm hit, he revelled in that too, nearly coming himself when he noticed just how much glossier your cunt seemed to get. Slowly but surely, you came to your own holt, catching your breath as your eyes closed in an attempt to reconcile. With careful movements, he pulled his fingers from you, earning a whine of frustration from you, as he sucked the delectable nectar from his fingers, eyes seeming to glow just a tiny bit bluer than usual.
Then, he lifted you, picking you up with so much ease that you nearly screamed in a panic. Quickly, you grabbed at his shirt, opening your mouth to beg him to put you down, but before you could even mutter a word, he had already lowered you back down onto the couch. However, made sure to have you nearly bent over the back of the couch, tits pressed into the smooshed pillows still covered by your shirt with your knees propped up on the couch.
"Can ya spread those legs for me, pretty girl?"
He questions which sounds more like an undebatable suggestion instead of a question, and you do as he asks, shuddering as the air-conditioned air around you hits you right between the legs as you spread yourself for hungry eyes.
The CyBi grins, already tugging his sweats down to reveal a pretty dick, what was to be expected of Josuke Higashikata? Throbbing heat was barely contained within an unruly forest of hair, seemingly too realistic for 'just a robot', slightly curved to the left, pale yet peachy blushed, he pressed the firm tip right between your folds, rubbing it up and down between them, coating them in slick. He muttered a few curse words, and perhaps a prayer, as he shuttered, seemingly looking forward to what would come next. Yet again, he couldn't refrain himself from sinking in just an inch, licking his lips as you swallowed him, inch by inch, fitting so snuggly around him that his oculars nearly crossed. He drunk up every sound you made as he sunk into you until you were full with him and only him, he stopped his own embarrassing noises by pulling up his shirt, biting the hem to keep himself under wraps. Leaning over your bent form, he grabbed at the back of the couch with one hand, right beside yours, and the other found solace on your pudgy stomach. Suddenly, he grabbed at the fat in a gentle manner, reeling his hips back before slamming every bit back into you, the clap of skin and abrupt force of hips nearly sending you toppling over. You're thankful you had braced yourself beforehand, silently thanking yourself as Josuke immediately started thrusting into you like a feral beast, continuing to grip on your stomach like some kind of handle. The feeling was strange but it was easily overpowered by the repeated pounding of your cunt, the tip hitting all the right places while his balls repeatedly strike at your clit. Your pussy becomes even sloppier with the passing seconds, dribbling all over your inner thighs, you're lucky the splashzone is dampened by the CyBi's skin against your skin.
The repeated pleasure is intense, sending your stress right out of the window as it's replaced with other things that make your body twist and squirm, the need to relieve some of the stimulation you're receiving is apparent but you have no outlet, aside from the occasional hit of your imaginary piano. But, with each note played, Josuke is forcing a whole new melody into you, the rhythmical pounding of hips sending you forward and making your fingers twitch as you hit another 'key.' Making noises just wasn't enough.
Whilst facing your dilemma, you're nonethewiser to the robotic man currently fucking into you imagining what it'd be like to have you swollen with his children, as impossible as that sounds. He can't help but to feed his imagination, gripping your tummy just a tiny bit tighter— completely oblivious of your 'piano recital.' Was he really a robot? What kind of pervert programmed him to have such thoughts...
