how the joestars act when they realise they have a crush on you ⋆˙
✮⋆˙ jonathan
Jonathan’s crush is painfully obvious. somehow he manages to become more of a gentleman than he already is — holding doors open for you, offering you his jacket when you’re cold, walking you home no matter how late it might be — he has to make sure you’re safe, after all! he’ll make sure to go out of his way to prove his feelings for you are true while still remaining polite. you’ll notice his feelings quickly, though, by the way his eyes soften when you smile at him, or how his ears go red when your soft hand brushes his. he really is a lovefool, especially for you.
✮⋆˙ joseph
it’s honestly a little hard to tell if joseph likes you that way with how he pretends it’s all a joke — flirting loudly, teasing you shamelessly and playing stupid pranks on you — but the moment you flirt back it becomes obvious how he feels. he’ll stumble over his words and suddenly become all clumsy, a far cry from his usual confident self. he just loves making you laugh and will do whatever he can to hear that sweet sound, but you don’t miss the way he scowls when anyone else gets too close or finds a way to make you chuckle the way he should.
✮⋆˙ jotaro
when jotaro has a crush, it’s subtle enough that one might not pick up on it right away — but anyone that knows him well enough will find that it’s obvious. he’s never too far — lingering in your space and standing closer to you than anyone else. he never complains when you rant, choosing to listen and maybe even give you advice, and he’ll wordlessly look to help you with anything like it’s nothing. honestly, he himself doesn’t realise it at first, but when he does come to terms with the fact that he likes you, he’ll get frustrated with himself — with the way his look always lingers a little too long, and how he gravitates towards you without thinking.
✮⋆˙ josuke
when josuke realises he likes you, he starts to find excuses to be near you at all times — walking to school and home together, movie nights at his place, inviting you to hang out with him and his friends. and they all notice how he smiles more when you’re around, how he laughs much easier and how he so desperately has to hide his blush when you get too close or compliment him. he just loves hanging out with you, and he doesn’t shy away from letting you know that, doing what he can to make you feel included and comfortable around him.
✮⋆˙ giorno
if giorno has a crush on you, he’s calm about it on the surface, but the way he acts towards you — the subtle and natural gestures — leave everyone assuming you’re a couple when you really aren’t. he studies you carefully when you aren’t looking, memorises your habits, your likes and dislikes, the way you fix your hair all without being asked to. he shows you his affections in the same quiet way: offering you things before you realise you need them, finding small (but respectful) ways to touch you, and making little flowers bloom around you just to watch your face light up. he may not be the loudest when it comes to expressing it, but his crush is deep and unwavering.
✮⋆˙ jolyne
jolyne is probably the most open of her feelings for you, alongside joseph — always finding ways to flirt with you so unapologetically — touching you so casually, teasing you and showing you that playful side of her personality that sometimes makes it hard to tell if she’s serious. she’ll always show you that she is, though, because she likes you knowing that she’s interested in you — especially when you flirt back with her. friendly or not, she adores having your attention on her, and she makes that very clear with how often she wants to see you and how frequently she calls you.
She had known loss and hardly any victory. Having relinquished care of that child to the inhabitants of South Korea, she should have known separation could have been a possibility. The Lord did not blame anyone but herself for that day; she should have been responsible, should have been more skeptical of the low activity of the Union. And now as time went on ever since that ruptured bond, searching for their whereabouts whenever she could --
-- How ironic would it have been to discover E on a rooftop not dissimilar from their very first meeting?
Yet she could not believe it, failure to process overwhelming her senses. The arm wielding Ragnarok dropped, the soul weapon dissipating as she made her descent to the roof slowly. Lips would part with no words to escape, and as the night wind blew her hair about her face, only a disquieted expression would fill the blankness of her face.
you and bf!choso were supposed to watching a movie, but you were far more interested in watching him squirm. (18+)
NSFW - overstim, sub!choso, dom!reader, mild praise kink, dacryphilia, gn!reader, edging, handjob. based off of some twt video i saw lmao.
it was just another peaceful night at home — the rain padding softly against the windows, along with the faint noise of some old romcom on the tv filling the otherwise dimly lit room.
well — that and the needy whimpers escaping your boyfriend's lips.
what had started off as nothing more than an innocent movie night quickly turned south as your hand made its way down to choso's thigh as he sprawled across the couch — unable to keep your hands to yourself when your eyes settled on his pretty face, how relaxed and cute he looked watching tv, the soft chuckles that would occasionally escape his lips at a funny scene. so now, here you were — choso lying across your lap, his cock achingly hard against his stomach as your hand stroked it slowly, taking your time even as it twitched up against your palm, slick with your saliva and his pre. the two of you had been at it for some time now, to the point it was starting to feel sticky against his lower abdomen as it pooled up, his noises growing more pathetic as you kept going, kept denying his orgasms. you always did this—and he ate it up every time, relishing in the rush he got from letting you take charge, even if that meant his poor balls had to pay the price.
“oh—fuck,” he practically whined from the overstimulation, his hips rutting up desperately regardless because he just couldn’t stay still anymore. not when it felt so good. not when you were smiling at him so sweetly like you weren’t literally torturing him right now. “baby, p-please—please…”
god, the look on his flushed face was hot, and you swore you could see tears starting to prickle at the corners of his half-lidded eyes. honestly, you almost felt bad refusing to let him cum, especially when he was being so good for you.
almost.
“please what, cho?” you asked him with that innocent hum in your voice like you didn’t know exactly what he was asking begging for. it was almost cruel how you looked into his eyes with that cruel, hungry stare, and how it had him letting out another breathy moan that made you chuckle. he was wrecked and you were loving every second of it, and he was so fucking into that. he barely had time to consider his opinion on masochism before he was choking on air again at the feel of your thumb tracing his leaking slit, swirling around it slowly, painfully so.
“please, need to—haah— need to cum,” he mewled, his head thrown back against the pillows as he found his words die following the sounds of pleasure ripping from his throat. still, you couldn’t give it to him that easily. you had to tease him more.
“hm? what was that?” choso groaned in both a mix of sexual frustration and raw pleasure as he heard your words, hating how you were making him wait but also unable to deny the way his stomach flipped upon feeling you press your hand harder against him, stroking him rougher than before and still not allowing him any release. how much longer did you want him to beg for? his balls were tightening up and aching to just come already, and he had been whining for so long that he was certain he’d wake up with no voice tomorrow. that didn’t stop him from playing into your torturous demands, though. if choso was being honest, he’d probably do anything you asked him to. how could he not when you always treat him so good?
“please—please let me cum. c-can’t anymore,” he threw his head up weakly to meet your gaze, his eyes begging for mercy as they struggled to stay open and as his legs started to twitch alongside his hips. “i-i’ll be a good boy—so, so good for you…just let me—ngh—oh, let me cum…”
and with moans as sinful as that, from a face so completely fucked out and desperate, you just had to give in, leaning down to press a soothing kiss to his sweat-sheened forehead to which he let out another breathless sound, still on-edge because he wasn’t fully certain of it, but he had the feeling you would finally reward him for his patience. for letting you have your fun.
“okay, baby,” you murmured, lips tugged into that half-warm half-amused smirk, which, paired with your affectionate gesture and that gentle tone in your voice, had his eyes rolling to the back of his head before he even had time to process your decision.
such a guttural moan was torn from his lips that if anyone else was in the house, they’d think you had murdered him, his hips rutting wildly up to the warmth of your hand that now felt much more comforting than two minutes ago. his cock twitched once, twice, before ropes of white, sticky cum spurted out of his angry red tip, painting his own pale stomach, and even his chest, in his own release. he couldn’t seem to care, though. not as you stroked him through it, caressing his pulsing heart with words of praise. not as your thumb carefully wiped away one of the tears rolling down his cheek as though you hadn’t been the one to do that to him in the first place. but that didn’t matter either, clearly, because his face was still nuzzling into your clean hand like some attention-starved puppy, still coming to his senses after being edged for so long.
“f-fuck…” was all choso could manage to spit out, his voice cracking slightly, eyes fluttering shut as he basked in the afterglow of the sweet release he had been chasing. he could feel you shift beneath him, hands caressing his thighs in that grounding way you knew he adored. god, he loved you.
it was then, however, that he felt something warm and wet and all too familiar against his skin — his eyes snapping open just to see you licking a strike up his abdomen, cleaning off a splatter of his cum there like you were doing him a favour, and his breath hitched at the sight — at the way your eyes looked at him like a predator playing with its prey.
“b-baby…?”
oh, he was screwed.
this is my first time writing and uploading smut, and it's also not proofread so i'm deeply sorry if it's shit i lowkey feel like a chud and wanna die ok bai.
you and husband!gojo get a little too wasted and well...
cw: smut, p in v, cunnilingus, blowjobs, alcohol consumption + drunk sex, established relationship, pet names (baby, sweets, angel), backshots, creampie, dirty talk, very mild tiny breeding kink, unprotected sex, not proofread.
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you knew it was a bad idea — letting satoru drink. letting yourself drink. but then again, it was a special occasion, right?
after spending most of the day teaching a bunch of teenagers and fighting off cursed spirits, you deserved a break. a chance to really let go. so this friday, when shoko suggested to your close circle of friends that you all head out to a club for a change, how could you say no? it would be a nice distraction from work and it had been a while since everyone found themselves free on the same evening. having a few drinks wouldn’t kill you anyway. stress and curses definitely could.
it had started off pretty tame. you getting all dolled up in a dress that made satoru whistle, the fabric hugging you just right. a quick peck to his cheek as he bought the whole group drinks that made shoko gag and utahime’s nose scrunch. subtle touches as the club played your favourite songs.
a few more drinks in, however, and that had all changed. considering he was the world’s biggest lightweight, it didn’t take long for your husband to find himself slurring his words and tripping over his own two feet — and to your own surprise, you had managed to end up in a similar situation. subtle touches had turned into grinding against each other on the dance floor, your mind more than hazy thanks to both the alcohol and the cigarette smoke wafting like fog around the already suffocating room. his touches weren’t helping either — big hands gripping your waist protectively as you danced (ahem.) together, your hips rolling back against his, making him grunt and nanami back far away somewhere into the crowd, probably looking for the others.
“fuck,” he muttered, barely audible if you weren’t so close to each other, and when you turned your head to look over his shoulder his eyes were, of course, glued to your ass as you moved it. you couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of him like this — cheeks dusted a soft pink, eyes glazed over from drinking more than he could handle, his chest rising and falling in deeper waves as his grip on you tightened.
His hips rocked against yours in time with the bass, the force of it rattling through your spine — and then you felt it.
Oh.
“y’re fuckin’ killing me, sweets,” he huffed as one of his strong arms straightened you up and brought you flush against his chest. the other then joined it, wrapping around your waist in a possessive manner, keeping your body as close to his as possible while he peppered soft kisses to the side of your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder. he always got so filthy when he was drunk, and honestly so did you. it was like all the alcohol in your blood swam straight south and suddenly all you could think about was kissing him senseless.
well…maybe a little more than that too.
clearly, he was on the same page too, breathing in your scent in a way that would have earned him a shove from shoko if they hadn’t lost the others to the pile of bodies dancing on the floor. “smell s’good baby,” he sighed into your skin, deliberately dragging his hips against yours once more to let you feel just how badly he needed you. a sigh of your own escaped your glossy lips at the sensation of the thick bulge in his pants grinding against your ass, and you reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging tight enough to make him hiss as you muttered to him.
“i want you.”
the next however long had passed were all a blur to you. all you knew is that you had never left a place so early, thumbs struggling to type a text that read ‘gong home ghgs. im tieeddf :)))’ to your groupchat as satoru practically dragged you to the taxi he’d called for you both. it had been torture trying to keep your hands off of each other the whole way their so as to not traumatise the driver. but the moment you stepped foot into your apartment, barely having time to lock the doors behind you, all restraints were lost to the wind. lips crashed against lips in a matter of seconds — the two of you extremely uncoordinated and extremely messy — both of which only turned you on more. it was desperate, depraved and animalistic how your tongues fought against each other for dominance, and you could taste the need mingling with the lingering taste of tequila on his tongue.
hands were groping wherever they could reach. yours trailing down his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he groaned into your lips. his squeezing at your waist, then your hips before one of his hands gripped the fat of your ass like he was grounding himself more than anything. like he might die if he didn’t get you now. after what felt like forever, your lips had parted to allow you both the chance to breathe properly, yet before he could make some comment about how good you look all breathless like you were, he was stunned to silence as you dropped to your knees before him.
“s-shit, baby,” he gasped out, a sound bordering on a chuckle at how eager you were, and also how stupidly sensitive his dick was right now. the moment it was freed from the confines of his pants you had to bite back a moan. his already leaky tip was an angry red colour, a stark contrast to the pale skin of his base where tufts of neatly trimmed white hair resided.
it didn’t take long for you to wrap your lips around him, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the warmth of your mouth once your head began to bob along his length, taking in as much as you could while trying your hardest to not choke too much, which even after so many years, proved difficult. a large hand found its way into your hair, tangling in the strands and gripping them a little too tightly, making you hiss in both pain and pleasure. “fuck— m’sorry, haah..” the alcohol appeared to make it hard for him to control his own actions as precisely as he would have liked to, so he really didn’t mean to tug so harshly, but you found yourself enjoying it either way.
“god…y’re shooo good,” satoru moaned almost pornographically, his head tilting back in pleasure as you took him so well, voice starting to raise an octave or two until he was almost whining. “c-can’t take..anymore…” his grip on your hair became tighter, more desperate now. as badly as he wanted to hold back, his hips jerked forward on instinct to rut into your mouth, chasing his release with less than subtle pants until finally a load of his warm cum filled your mouth.
“fuu–uuckk!” his hips stilled once he came, giving you a chance to breath and swallow it down — to which the sight of you doing so made his cock twitch in delight on your tongue before your lips slipped off of him with a filthy pop! he was salty and a little bitter and far too addicting for his own good, the taste adding to your already inebriated state in some filthy way, making you want more.
before you could think to speak, however, satoru was pulling you up to your feet and dragging you to the couch, both of you stumbling over yourselves and the air thanks to the dizziness that came with drinking far too much too soon. eventually, though, you had managed to get to it safely, satoru pushing you down clumsily onto it so he could crawl over you. “look at you,” he bit back another groan as he took in the sight of you below him — flushed face, mascara running a bit from taking his cock so thoroughly, and your lips, god, your lips. all pink and swollen from stretching them so wide around him. the look in his eyes was dangerous yet equally adoring, like he could eat you alive if he really wanted to.
oh, and he wanted to…
“so fuckin’ gorgeous, baby,” he almost growled as his lips found your neck and started trailing the sloppiest kisses down the column of your throat. you could hardly take it — having him on top of you like this, tugging aimlessly at your dress. helplessly. like he was expecting it to just disappear. you went to open your mouth to speak but you must have blanked for a second because when you began to offer to take it off for him, you realised it was already gone, discarded on the floor next to his pants and boxers. his lips had moved too, no longer on your neck but instead teasing the soft skin just above your breasts in your lacy black bra that drove him wild.
the familiar feeling of a rough finger slipping below your matching panties made you whimper again, and by the sounds of it, made satoru’s breath hitch once he made contact with your more than wet cunt, surprised to find it already dripping for him. “so wet f’me…” he sighed against your skin, kisses trailing sinfully lower once more until he was settled between your thighs, holding them open for him so he could press a sloppy kiss to your cunt. your fingers found purchase in his already messy hair, tugging at it whilst he made out with your pussy like he was starved for it.
“t-toru– oh god, i’m close!” you mewled, the sound of his slurping growing louder, and he almost seemed more desperate for you to cum than you were, which drove your already inebriated brain wild. even more so when his lips latched around your swollen clit, sucking at it whilst his tongue worked the rest of you. your orgasm crashed over you so suddenly you barely had time to process it, your whole body going limp once the familiar tingling sensation began to fade off.
when your eyes fluttered open again, you were met with the sight of satoru pressing one last, almost childish, kiss to your core before lifting his head up to wipe his chin — that was currently glistening with your arousal — with the back of his hand. “taste s’fucking good.” he grunted as he sat up, sitting you up too so he could pull you onto his lap. and the way he looked up at you, tender yet headily, was fucking addictive. “could eat that–your pussy alllll day, sweets.” of course, his words were still slurred, maybe even more now that he had gotten a taste of your sweet nectar, but you could hardly tell with how dizzy you were yourself. how the room was spinning and how his hips rolled languidly to feel your ass against his cock — already torturously hard again and twitching for attention. for you.
you seemed to have different ideas, though. it occurred to you that you felt on the verge of dying of hydration what with all the alcohol you’d consumed and the sex. he whined in frustration when he felt the warmth of your body escape his lap to get to your still quivering legs, offering him an apologetic yet equally lopsided smile. “thirsty.” and of course he didn’t complain too much when you left because even while drunk his top priority was his wife’s comfort. but he also didn’t complain ‘cause there was no rule against kitchen sex.
so while you poured yourself a glass of water, feeling so much relief for the cool liquid hitting your tongue, you didn’t think much when satoru approached you from behind, arms resting on your hips, and his lips pressing the softest kisses to the nape of your neck. this innocence lasted for maybe two seconds before he was humping your backside like a dog in rut, panting like one too. like his dick would fall off if he didn’t get it inside you this second.
“c’mon, angel– bend over f’toru…” he pleaded in that raspy voice he always got when he found himself drunk and horny like this. naturally, being drunk and horny too, your body complied without anything besides a hum, letting him bed you over the kitchen counter and line himself up with your still very wet hole. “shit, she’s still crying for it.” he croaked, eyeing the way you clenched around nothing while he tried his best to nudge the head of his cock in. it proved to be quite a challenge in the state he was in though, hitting everywhere — your thigh, your labia and even your ass — except for where you wanted him the most. it made you giggle hearing his huff of frustration, to which he paused for a moment before suddenly thrusting into your tight heat, turning your laughter into a broken moan real fast. satoru let out his own sigh of pleasure once your warmth enveloped him, staying still for a moment to let himself catch his breath before he passed out from how overwhelmed he was by the buzzing feeling in his blood and the way your pussy had him reeling.
“d-don’t laugh,” he murmured, his voice all strained as he pulled his hips back until just his tip remained before slamming in a lot gentler than he normally would have, still feeling all light on his feet and a little drowsy. still, that didn’t stop him from rutting into you at a frantic pace. everything felt so good. too good. you could feel him in your stomach, your womb, your veins all at once, and you were sure you would pass out with how deep he was hitting you — all your senses heightened. hypersensitive. by the sounds of his own broken moans and whimpers, you were sure he wouldn’t last long either.
“taking it—taking it shooo well.” the grip he had on your hips was bruising, sure to leave indents, like he was holding on for dear life as he did his best to push you both to an orgasm. it was all so messy, so unhygienic for a kitchen (though you’d worry about sanitising everything tomorrow), and the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass as he took you was rivalling the shlick shlick shlick! of your cunt trying to keep him inside every time he pulled back to deliver another clumsy thrust into your g-spot. “y’re so greedy, huh?” you had no clue if he was talking to you or your pussy at this point, and either way you had no energy to try and decipher it. your mind was a blur and the only thing on it right now was cumming around him. feeling him cum inside you. he had a habit of babbling sometimes when he was particularly needy, so he probably didn’t even know what he was saying himself. “oohhh god—wanna live inside you baby. never— I never wanna leave this pussy…”
satoru was a fucking mess, and honestly with how you were digging your nails into the countertop like it’d do anything, so were you. your moans became higher in pitch and much louder at just the sound of his voice, not fully understanding what he was saying, but knowing by the tone and his faster, more urgent rhythm that it was praise. “sa–satoru! oh my—ahh!” you were sputtering with shattered breath, nerves on fire and skin beginning to heat up impossibly. “wan’ it..need it inside—nghh!”
satoru let out a noise somewhere between a choked sob and a whine at your words, his head thrown back again as he clenches his jaw to stop himself literally crying out in pleasure. “what was that, angel?” he was almost desperate to hear you confirm what you said, needing to hear it so that he could finally let go. “what d’ya want?”
a part of you felt you should be slightly embarrassed to repeat something so lewd now that he had put you on the spot like that, but that part of you was sound asleep somewhere in the back of your mind right now, and you couldn’t care less about what he wanted you to say so long as it meant you could finally finish. “s-said I want you t’cum,” you repeated with a gasp when you felt him throb inside of you. “cum..cum inside me!”
those words had officially sent him over the ledge, losing all composure as his hips jerked into you once, and then twice, before he was spilling copious amounts of cum into you with a strangled groan of your name. it sent shockwaves through your own body, a cry of your own falling from your lips as you came undone — walls fluttering around his cock to milk him for every drop of his seed that you could. like your pussy was starved for it. you were a trembling mess, hardly registering the moment he pulled out. nor the moment he draped himself over you, peppering the gentlest, albeit wettest, kisses to your back. or the moment you passed out in exhaustion.
before you knew it you were met with the feeling of sunlight kissing your skin, yet you felt freezing for whatever reason. uncomfortably so. not only that, but your back was all sore and — where the hell was your pillow? the only thing you could make out before your eyes adjusted was the familiar weight of satoru draped over your chest, and when you attempted to sit up, it woke him up, too.
“mmh, five more minutes, baby,” he grumbled in that groggy way that would have been charming if your eyes hadn’t looked around to find yourself on the fucking floor. and in the kitchen no less. what the hell even happened? “satoru, get up,” you hissed, trying your hardest to push him off so you could get to your feet but it was hard when he was literally just muscle and you were incredibly weak still. plus your head was throbbing. how much did you even drink?
your husband let out a groan of protest, but obliged anyway, his own blue eyes fluttering open and he paused when he realised the position they were both in. naked. covered in their own juices. on the kitchen floor. “how the—” he scratched his head almost comically, but nothing was funny considering there was literal cum on the tiles by the sink. “well shit.”
you and megumi had been together for quite some time now, and honestly you were very happy with your relationship. despite his initial aloof personality, he was softer than most people (including yourself) expected. you were at the point in your relationship where he wasn’t as hesitant to make subtle displays of affection in public anymore, like hold your hand when you went out somewhere, or keep his hand on your lower back when passing through large crowds. small, lingering touches that while not grand, told you he cared. that grew more obvious behind closed doors as the trust between you both became stronger. so it came as no surprise to you when he wanted to go further.
it was a night like any other — you curled up next to megumi on his bed as you both watched a movie in his dorm, the lights dimmed down, setting a cozy atmosphere that had become familiar between the two of you. you were supposed to be watching some crappy film that yuji insisted you both watch, but you quickly discovered it really was just that. crappy.
being bored out of your mind, it was easy to get distracted by the smallest things. the way his chest rose and fell with each calm breath. the way his hand rested so casually on your thigh, a sign of innocent intimacy that suddenly felt too charged, especially when his fingers squeezed the flesh there a little harder than usual. a soft kiss led to a few, and before you knew it, you were lying flat on your back as megumi hovered over you, your lips tangled into a heated kiss. you let out a soft moan at the taste of him, sinfully sweet with a hint of peppermint and desire the deeper the kiss became.
“pretty,” he murmured as he pulled away for air, watching as you whined in frustration with that kiss-swollen pout. it always made your stomach flip when he gave you compliments. megumi wasn’t loud in his affections or his needs, content to let you do what you pleased instead in fear of making you uncomfortable. that was why when he dived back in to press hungry kisses along the column of your throat instead, you couldn’t help but to gasp, a sound that quickly became a moan. he was being so assertive, so much more comfortable in seeking you out, that a rush of heat filled your whole body.
“want you…” his voice was too breathy to be a growl, yet far too rough to be anything close to a whisper as his lips began trailing lower and lower down your body. you didn’t even notice his hands on your shirt until he began pulling the fabric up, and when you did, your hand shot out to grab his wrist before it went any higher than the sliver of black that was your bra. “w-wait!”
megumi froze at your abrupt action, his eyes snapping up to look at you with an expression of pure confusion and mild concern all over his own flushed face, and it was obvious he was worried he had done something wrong, gone too fast. fuck, he looked good like this, but that was the problem. he was so into it, so good to you…what if when he saw your tits, they didn’t meet his expectations? all the other girls you knew had much larger breasts than your own. seeing his expression falter or drop in disappointment…it would fucking kill you.
“what’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head slightly like it would help him see what you were thinking. “am i moving too fast?” he was so attentive to you, always noticing the little things. god, you felt no good for him. it was humiliating thinking you could never truly please him. “no, no, megs. it’s not that,” you tried to assure him, and while it definitely made him relax a little, the tension in his shoulders dropping slightly, you still looked way too uneasy for him to brush it off. “then what? what’s wrong?”
even admitting it felt humiliating. you wished you put more thought into what to do in situations like these. a way to keep your shirt on or a bra at all times without him ever questioning. now you would have to tell him and he’d probably laugh at you and—
“hey.” his one hand made its way to your thigh as your thoughts took over, squeezing it gently like he always did in an attempt to draw your attention back to him. “i-its just that uhm—” taking a deep breath, you felt your face burn up as you finally found the smallest hint of courage in your chest to just spit it out. “they’re…they’re kinda small.”
megumi pulls back a little more when you say that, his brows furrowing into a frown and you feel your heart drop, preparing yourself mentally for him to make a shitty excuse about how he wasn’t in the mood anymore, but before you could say anything to plead with him, he spoke first. “yeah, and?” your eyes widened slightly in surprise, not expecting that outcome, and you looked up at him like he was crazy, searching for any hint of deception. but all you found was genuine confusion on his face. “you don’t get it, megumi. i’m flat. flat as a board.”
again, no reaction. no disgust. no distaste. just an unimpressed blink as he questioned why the hell you would stop him over something so trivial. “you think i care?” he asks bluntly, but his hand is sliding back up to join the other, his thumbs drawing small circles over your ribs just under where the fabric of your shirt remained bunched up, covering your chest. “you say it like it’s a bad thing.”
“isn’t it?” you swallowed nervously, trying to ignore the effect his words were having on you, because you really couldn’t believe it. “are you trying to piss me off?” he deadpanned, and if you weren’t feeling so unsure of yourself, you’d be laughing. “look, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but ‘m just saying — i love you. all of you.” his lips returned to your body, trailing up your stomach, and the raw honesty in his tone, so genuine and soft, that it stole the breath from your lungs, distracting you from the insecurity that lingered in the back of your mind still.
this time, you didn’t resist when you felt your shirt being lifted above your chest. you let him push the fabric up, slow and steady while your gaze drifted off to the side in precaution. his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of your bra, lips kissing the soft skin above the fabric as one of his hands worked to unclasp it. once free from their confinements, megumi can finally see you — really see you — and when you dare to take another look, to see if he still believes his own words you’re met with the sight of green eyes fixed to your tits with pure heat.
“f-fuck,” he mutters under his breath, a hand gently cupping one breast, thumb brushing over a stiff nipple as if testing the waters, and when he hears a whimper fall from your lips? he loses it. “god, you’re gorgeous…” lips travel over the other tit with a tenderness that tells you he cares, finally popping a nipple into his mouth and suckling on it, making you gasp and arch your back. “m-megumi!” the cry of his name only urges him on, and you don’t think you’ve seen anything prettier than this — your boyfriend taking his time tasting you, worshipping you, like he’s trying to commit this to memory. to see what drives you crazy and what makes you feel good.
and you realise that this whole time, you had been so in your head about disappointing him. not being desirable. not giving him pleasure — that you hadn’t even considered your own. considered the fact that there was more to a relationship than if you could give titjobs. hadn’t even considered that you deserved to feel good too. and this felt good because you loved each other.
jonathan prefers sleeping close to his partner, but never intrusively. he’ll wait for you to settle in first — making sure you’re comfortable and that your pillow is soft enough before quietly drawing nearer like he’s afraid of disturbing you. when he doesn’t feel you pull away, he’ll gently draw you onto his chest, protective rather than possessive — like he’s guarding you even while asleep.
if his partner pulls away or shifts, he won’t make a big deal out of it. comfort should always be mutual, after all, so he’ll simply adjust himself, staying close to you without overcrowding you.
he’s usually a pretty heavy sleeper to the point that it’s almost concerning, but when he’s with you he seems to stir instantly if he senses that you’re distressed or restless. he doesn’t get annoyed, though — he’ll just hold you closer, enough to ground you, and murmur something softly to remind you he’s there before he drifts off again.
𝜗♥︎𝜚 Joseph
he likes to hold his partner in his sleep — he really does — but he’s such a restless sleeper that by the time you wake up you’re probably on the edge of the bed whilst joseph’s sprawled out lazily, taking up more than half of the mattress with the blanket kicked off him. he can’t help it — but he’ll apologise sheepishly in the morning.
still, on nights where he does manage to stay still (or at least as still as possible) he likes to wrap his arms around you from behind. you’ll fall asleep laughing with him, that’s for sure. even after a long day, he’s murmuring something stupid while holding you that’s so ridiculous you can’t help but to laugh, and he loves it. you’ll notice the way his lips curl into that smug grin against the nape of your neck, and he’ll be sure to pepper it with kisses far too soft to come from such a loudmouth like him.
if you shift too much or try to get up, he’ll definitely whine and tighten his grip around your waist until you give up, but he’ll eventually let you go if he notices you’re uncomfortable, though, not without muttering a pouty ‘just say you hate me!’ under his breath.
𝜗♥︎𝜚 Jotaro
jotaro isn’t really the touchiest person, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t secretly like it deep down. he likes having his own space to breath, especially after a long day, so while he does like lying close to you, he’ll avoid too much physical contact. when he does feel like being closer to his partner, he’ll be the one to initiate it first, draping an arm around you making sure both you and himself are feeling secure. if he’s being honest, it makes him feel a little more at ease knowing your near him and that you’re safe.
he’s always been a pretty light sleeper, even more so after everything that happened in egypt, so he’ll stir at the slightest movement or jerk that you make, grumbling something neither of you will really understand but you’ll definitely notice how his body relaxes at the sound of your breathing. he’ll never admit it, but you know he loves having you by his side.
𝜗♥︎𝜚 Josuke
unlike his nephew, josuke is far more open in his desire to keep you close to him while you sleep, and is a huge cuddler. he can be pretty clingy, especially when he’s in a bad mood, so feeling your skin on his makes him more at ease. he loves lying on your chest, draping himself over you like a cat and letting himself relax to the sound of your heartbeat. he’ll hum and nuzzle closer to you if you play with his hair, and though he doesn’t say it, he always hopes that you will.
sometimes you’ll catch him talking in his sleep — he’s quite a vivid dreamer and it’s almost amusing to watch his eyebrows furrow in offense at nothing. they’ll furrow even more if you try to get up to use the bathroom or change positions, and he’ll groan in protest at the disturbance before giving up so long as he can hold you some other way. he’ll give you space if you need it, of course — it doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep anyway — but he’ll subtly shuffle close to you when he can.
𝜗♥︎𝜚 Giorno
giorno is a passionate lover, so when he shares a bed with his partner, he’ll make sure to be as close as possible whilst also tending to their needs. his favourite way to sleep is definitely with you curled into his chest or face to face, holding you in a way that is both gentle yet firm. he seems like the type who can’t fall asleep until his partner does, so while you drift off, he’ll be sure to pamper you — brushing his lips against your forehead or your nose, running his fingers through your hair, or whatever else he knows helps you to relax.
he’s very peaceful when he sleeps, and sometimes, if you wake up in the middle of the night, you’ll notice his breathing has synced up with yours. giorno is a pretty light sleeper too, so he’s likely to wake up if you do but you probably won’t notice because he doesn’t like to make a fuss, just like he won’t make a fuss if you try to shift away or want your own space. he’ll miss having you in his arms, but he’s satisfied just being near you.
𝜗♥︎𝜚 Jolyne
jolyne doesn’t really care how the two of you sleep, but she really seems to enjoy it when you hold her. despite her independence, she likes being doted on, and you wrapping an arm around her or pulling her closer to you makes her feel loved — tells her that you trust her and that you feel comfortable with her — all things that she values. she enjoys the attention from you, but she’s more than happy to return the favour when you feel like being held too — making sure you’re as close as possible so she can give you kisses or soak up your warmth.
she’s quite a deep sleeper so she’s not woken up easily, but even if she does wake up to your stirring or trying to get some of your own space on the bed, she won’t complain and will just get back to sleep. as long as you were near each other, it wasn’t a big deal. she might sulk a little if she’s feeling particularly clingy, however, but again will just flip onto her side and drift off.
bf!josuke gets a little jealous seeing you talk to another guy.
cw: fluff, established relationship, light jealousy, not proofread, gn! reader.
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it surprised him.
the strange churn of his stomach. the unfamiliar unease building up in his chest. the way his jaw clenched. and all because you were talking to some guy in your class. well, in his defence, the guy was wayyy too close to you for it to mean nothing, and he was eyeing you like you were some kind of snack. or at least that’s what it looked like to josuke who was standing by his locker with his hands in his pockets, glaring daggers into the back of the unsuspecting guy’s head as okuyasu talked his ear off about god knows what.
it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you or anything — of course he did. you never gave him reason not to, and a healthy relationship like yours was built on trust. but the way the guy leaned against the lockers opposite — so confident with a cocky grin he just wanted to wipe right off — it made him feel so…wrong. didn’t he realise you were taken? that your boyfriend was just down the hall watching everything?
josuke didn’t even realise when his feet began moving, practically storming off while okuyasu was mid-sentence, wanting to get as far away from the sight as possible. he didn’t wanna start drama over something so silly in the middle of the school halls after all. the best thing was for him to just get away for a bit to clear his mind. to calm himself down after…he didn’t even know why he was upset, actually. he just was.
.
the school day had ended and as you did most days, you found yourself at josuke’s house, the pair of you in his room just lounging and basking in each other’s presence, though this time he seemed more preoccupied in his games than on you like he normally was — his thumbs hitting the buttons on his controller with a little too much aggression for a racing game. “josuke?” you eventually called his name again, scooting closer on the bed as if trying to draw his attention to you. “can we do something else? i’m bored.”
“let me finish this round,” he mumbled, the same excuse he always used when in reality, he’d be playing for another five rounds. “if you’re that bored you can text that new friend of yours.”
his little comment there made you raise a brow, especially because of his out-of-character tone — something bitter yet laced with an almost pouty tone. what ‘new friend’ was he talking about? you hadn’t spoken to anyone new at all this semester. “what’re you talking about?”
“you know who i’m talking about.” his voice seemed more unsure now, somewhat guilty as though he realised he was being petty about a situation that hadn’t been anything more than a simple conversation. still, his heart stung just thinking about it — about you talking with some other guy, giving him your time and letting him hear that honey-smooth laugh you were supposed to reserve for him. “that guy that was flirting with you earlier.” he was expecting you to get angry. to call him ridiculous and insecure and all these other things for saying something so stupid, so he was genuinely taken aback when he heard the sound of the same laughter that he had been craving to hear all day. though it didn’t feel as nice when it was directed at him rather than with him.
feeling his cheeks go warm, he huffed and went back to his game, gaze glued to the screen as he continued to mash at his buttons with a slight hint of hesitancy now, like he was nervously waiting for you to speak again. “josuke, are you jealous?” you asked him with a grin that had his pout faltering in the mild embarrassment that was beginning to flare up in his previously knotted up stomach. “that was literally just some random guy.”
“i’m not jealous,” he scoffed stubbornly, trying his hardest to focus on the game again, but choosing to pause it once he realised that that plan wasn’t exactly working out all that well for each other. so he set it down next to him on the bed and folded his arms across his broad chest. “just don’t really feel all that great when i see a guy so openly flirt with my partner like that.” his gaze flickers to you once like his eyes missed looking at you, before he quickly diverted his gaze elsewhere like some toddler throwing a tantrum. honestly, in a way it was kinda cute. seeing him like this.
“nobody was flirting,” you chuckled, shaking your head as you reached out to place a comforting hand onto his shoulder, trying to coax him into looking at you again. and like the clingy thing he was, it worked right away. “he was just asking me about borrowing some of my notes sometimes.” it made a lot of sense, you were very good at what you studied and often came out on top of the class, but josuke couldn’t seem to accept that as an apology.
“looked like he definitely was,” he grumbled, still sulking and still very tense to your touch, trying to hold back on attacking you with hugs and kisses all over your pretty face. “and you seemed pretty damned pleased too. smiling and nodding along like that…” his voice got quieter again, like he was deeply truly offended by this whole thing and the more he thought about it, the more he realised that maybe you did have a point,
maybe…maybe he was jealous.
“i was being polite,” you retorted, trying not to let out another giggle now that he was looking at you again. “besides, why would i flirt with another guy when i have you?” the last part you made sure was said softer, a lot more sincere than straight up laughing at him. while it was definitely amusing to see your usually cheery and laid-back boyfriend get all worked up and sulking over the fact that you spoke to a guy he deemed was ‘flirting with you’, she also didn’t wanna make him feel stupid or god forbid, have him doubt your relationship at all.
“i was asking myself the same thing,” he hissed, though it came out far too gentle for it to hold any real weight, something he must have noticed with how his cheeks dusted pink again. it could have also been because your sweet words made him feel glad. made him feel cared for, being reminded that the person he loved so dearly loved him enough too. you couldn’t resist the eye roll that your eyes just made, leaning back against the bed frame and patting your chest invitingly. “just come here you big baby.”
and it came as no surprise that you didn’t have to ask more than once before he was already ‘begrudgingly’ (so they say) settling himself on top of you, sighing contentedly as he took in your familiar, unique scent. it was instinct when your hands reached to play with his hair — you being the only person that was allowed to do so — and he truthfully did love it. “i’m serious when i say you’re the one i want.” you tried to reassure him at least a little bit, looking down at him with those warm and affectionate eyes that could see into his very core. that made him blush a little further when he realised how easily he could be swayed, and how minimal this whole situation was.
“i know,” he murmured back a response, the silence stretching out for a moment longer before josuke decided he had something to tell you. “‘m sorry for sulking and being kinda mean. it’s just—” your boyfriend cut himself off momentarily like he was trying his best to put his emotions into words but failing miserably. “it just made me feel so…so uncomfortable. seeing him make you smile and taking up all your attention like i usually do.” he considered his own words for a bit, and when he spoke again he looked really very apologetic. “i guess i was kinda jealous,”
he was confessing his jealousy like he had been a part of a shocking scandal — like he had put his whole bloodline to shame when really he hadn’t done anything wrong at all. “that’s okay, jealousy’s normal,” you mumbled as you continued to play with his hair, watching the softest yawn escape his lips. it made you lean forward and press a kiss to the top of his head like you had wanted to at that moment. “but you know you’re mine.” he practically purred both at your words and the second kiss you planted to his forehead as he lifted his head up from your chest to look into your eyes, his own blue eyes beaming up at you like an affection-starved puppy.
“i know,” he murmured back, and if he had a tail it’d complete the look perfectly by wagging, because he looked like he was melting into your sweet words of love to him. “and you’re mine. which i guess is why i got a little upset.” josuke gazed up at you a little longer before dropping his head back onto your chest, nuzzling his face a little further again like he was trying to make a ‘josuke-shaped’ outline there. reserved solely for him so that nobody would get the wrong idea. “but i trust you. ‘cause you love me, right?”
josuke knew he was being sort of pathetic right now with this nagging for assurance, but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now, already too desperate for the gentle touches he had been depriving himself of for the past few hours because of a stupid strop of jealousy he had decided to go on. he relaxed when you gave him another tender smile, one that told him to stop overthinking. that helped him to realise he was loved, cared for and that to you, he was irreplaceable. he meant something.
“i love you.”
and those three words from your mouth were enough to have him swooning all over again — a pleased smile of his own tugging at his lips before he wrapped his big arms around your waist and held you close to him, his ear pressed against you just right to hear your melodic heartbeat as it beat in time with his. it was in that moment that he really realised how much he truly loved you. that he could never afford to lose you. that you were his safe-space.
and also that he was jealous and petty as fuck.
wrote this at 3am btw so sorry if it's shitty, i kept falling asleep while typing
Hii🎀I just came across your blog and if it's okay i'd like to request bucciarati gang x flirty fem! reader headcanons, thanks!!🫶🏻
i love love love this request and i hope you like it! part 5 gang are my favs 🥹🥹
CW: does contain some suggestive content, but nothing 18+ or nsfw. fem!pov only.
බ bruno
by now, bruno’s grown accustomed to your flirty personality, yet he still handles you with far more composure than he feels. he’s surprisingly patient with you, never reacting dramatically, but he’s far from unaffected by you. he notices everything, he’s not daft — the way you bat your lashes up at him, how you’re always standing far too close, your lingering touches against his arm. you’re far from subtle in your flirtations, and to your delight you’re met with a knowing look from him — stern yet failing terribly to conceal the mild amusement that swirls in the depths of his eyes as his lips curl into a faint smile, telling you everything you need to know.
still, there are times when he can’t help himself — when you decide to push your luck a little with that look in your eyes that tells him you’re up to no good. he’ll scoff, muttering a low “you’re pushing it,” with such authority that it has your stomach doing flips. regardless of what he says, though, one of his hands will find their way to your waist, pulling you just close enough for him to get a good look at that playful smile of yours, the way your lips part ever so slightly. it catches him a little off guard, but truthfully, he enjoys your confidence and the way you lean into his touch like you’ve got him right where you want him.
බ abbacchio
abbacchio is much harder to get a reaction from, ‘cause he’s always playing that stupid indifferent role that leaves you huffing and has your expression twisting into a frown. you try your hardest to get through to him — always showing up at his side, letting your fingers twirl a strand of his hair as you both sit at a cafe, even going as far as to trail one of your fingers down his chest just to get absolutely nothing more than a huff of dry amusement through his nose. you would think he was impossible, but the moment you start to back down, he changes your mind with a lazy grin that can only be considered wolfish, as though entertained by your struggle.
“where are you going? thought you couldn’t get enough of me?”
he’s more into your flirting than you realise, it appears, because he’ll tug you closer and make you repeat every stupid line you were trying to fluster him with while he holds you firmly in his lap — getting a sick sense of enjoyment seeing your cheeks dust pink because he’s glaring at you so intensely that you can’t help but to squirm.
බ mista
mista is ridiculously into your flirty attitude, grinning ear to ear the moment he sees you approach him and lean into it, firing it right back at you with zero shame. it’s almost oddly casual the way he responds to your presence — throwing an arm over your shoulder, holding you close enough to his side to mutter something suggestive to see your reaction — though the moment you flip it around on him with a teasing bite of your lip and an equally flirty whisper, he’s a mess. Laughing way too loud, ears bright red as he’s rubbing the back of his neck like he’s unsure what to do with himself.
he can’t deny that he loves the attention, though. the moment your voice rings through the air with that familiar lilt of his name, he’s puffing his chest out, bragging, trying to impress you — even as the rest of the gang watch him with sly snickers. He doesn’t care as long as your focusing on him though.
when you decide to get a little too bold, lowering your voice to that sinfully sweet tone as you lean in to whisper something to him, he just can’t hide the way his breath hitches — nor the way he takes a quick glance at your cleavage — before breaking into a crooked grin, uttering a strained “you’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
බ fugo
fugo is pretty clueless when it comes to being flirted with, despite his intelligence, but when he does catch on to your intentions when you’re complimenting him with that smoky look in your eyes, or teasing him for being so oblivious, he is definitely the type to get flustered easily by it all. his words get stuck in his throat when you tug on his tie, gentle but firm enough to bring him a little closer as you murmur a playful “c’mon, fugo — surely you’re not that slow?” and it takes all he has to compose himself — his eyes darting everywhere but to your face as if that will somehow calm his rapid heartbeat.
he’ll try to deliver the same energy back, but he’s not all that great at expressing these kinds of things, so instead you’ll notice it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, or how his eyes often find themselves glued to you as though lost in thought — especially after you wink at him from across the table at lunch as your lips wrap around your straw.
and now he’s choking on his food.
බ giorno
similar to bruno, giorno doesn’t seem all that affected by your flirting — your sweet giggles at everything he says, the way your eyes roam over him shamelessly, and brazenly flirty words coming off as endearing more than serious to him. when he eventually does catch on to your true intentions — that you mean every word and gesture — he subtly begins to follow in your footsteps, letting his hands linger on your lower back when he guides you somewhere, looking at you with half-lidded and unreadable eyes like he’s trying to tease you, and speaking to you in that dangerously smooth way.
“this necklace…” he’ll murmur some time, his fingers brushing against your collar bone so lightly as he touches the chain that it almost makes you sigh, and you realise he’s not even looking at the jewellery as he speaks. “it suits you.”
and he’ll smirk when you look up at him through your long lashes, when your hand rests on top of his before shifting to lock your fingers together. he finds this whole thing fun, yet he finds you equally alluring — just enough to chuckle softly and squeeze your hand in return.
බ narancia
oh, narancia…
he behaves almost like a touch-starved puppy the moment your hand finds his hair, leaning into your touch as your fingers take their time running through his raven locks, murmuring to him something about how soft his hair is — how he’s just “too sweet” and he doesn’t bother hiding the way his eyes light up at every word. he can’t even get flustered because he’s too busy clinging to you — grinning too wide and practically purring at the way your nails scratch his scalp, the nape of his neck, before you pull your hand away.
narancia can’t flirt for the life of him, but he tries his best anyway — blurting out compliments about how pretty you look, how he adores your presence — all without thinking. he doesn’t even realise how touchy he’s being, tugging at your sleeve and leaning all his weight against you until you chuckle at his eagerness and cup his face to get him to quiet down.
“are you always this cute, nara?”
the nickname alone makes him melt, and before you know it his voice is cracking as he tries to muster up a response.
