#giorno smut

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Men who have no idea just how big they are. Like he’s massive, but he’s absolutely oblivious to it. Doesn’t understand why you start crying the moment the head of his cock is buried inside your cunt. Likes to keep you on his lap while he cradles your head, inching deeper and deeper inside you. Assures you that it won’t hurt as much, that he’ll be gentle. But the moment he grabs your forearms and pulls you down, fully sheathing himself inside your pulsating pussy, he’s in heaven. Almost immediately begins pounding away at your poor, throbbing pussy, going deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips. And his thick, fat cock comes with the most fullest and heaviest set of balls that slaps against your clit every time he drives himself inside you. If you’re reluctant to let him fuck you again because ‘it won’t fit’, well, you don’t need to worry about that with him.

“Come on, baby. Just the tip, I promise.” “Don’t worry, love, it will fit. I’ll make it fit.” “You’re doing so good for me, come on, just one more inch.”

BOKUTO, Ichigo, Chrollo, Denji, Izuku, Armin, Giorno, Chuuya, Iwaizumi, Asahi, Hisagi, Kita, Ranpo

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JJBA men thinking of you while masturbating

NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+

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. 

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Giorno Giovanna was a difficult man to be betrothed to. 

not because he was calloused or paid no attention to you— it was actually the opposite. your fiancé doted relentlessly on you, always allowing you to sit in his office with him while he worked ( even during meetings in which his men would give you uncertain looks as they reported sensitive information to him ), and he’d always reach for your hand, hold it on your knee and allow his thumb to stroke the delicate skin as he spoke. he also loved to kiss you, and he would do so whenever he had a moment to do so. even if there was an emergency that required his immediate attention within the ranks; on his way out the door, he would always take the time to tilt your chin up so that he could trace your couplet with his own. 

and it was this amount of dizzying affection that made it so impossible to keep yourself from lusting after him. 

but Giorno was, first and foremost, one of the most chivalrous men you’d ever met. even with his Gangster status, he was always trying to do the right thing when it came to his future with you. and, unfortunately, one of his intentions had always been to keep your pure and virtuous until the wedding, so as not to shame your family. 

“I don’t want you to regret it.” he’d whispered to you once in the dark as he held you. you’d begged him to just take you already— traditions be damned. he wasn’t having any of it. “I want you to be ready to give yourself to me, and not just physically.” he’d kissed your temple when you grumbled about being ready, and chuckled softly. “Wait it out. If not for yourself, be good for me. I want to love you for the first time knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to satisfy your urges any other way he possibly could. 

“Please, don’t stop.” 

you were whimpering, back arching against the door he had you pinned to. Giorno had one hand pressed into the door behind your head to keep you from hitting it when you squirmed, and the other was moving under your skirt. with the long, lithe fingers you’d come to know so damn well, he could make you tremble and beg until you wanted to collapse on the floor in a heap of pathetic sobs. the first two curled inside, the svelte tips massaging a cluster of hypersensitive nerves that had you rolling your head on your shoulders, pressing it back against the back of his hand, and moaning. 

“D—Don Giovanna—“ 

but he frowns, pressing his forehead to yours. “My name,” he murmurs, allowing his lips to dance only inches from yours as he pumps his fingers deeper. you could feel the chill of metal as his rings, scattered on his remaining digits, press against your netherlips— he’d been considerate enough to take the two off of his fingers he intended to use on you, and they lay forgotten on the large, mahogany desk a few feet away. your hands were gripping his shoulders, but they slid over the expanse of his chest as it rises and falls with heavy breathing. you’d already untangled his braid, and his golden tresses hung around his face and shoulders like curtains, billowing as your ragged breath hits the strands. his shirt was also open, and you use the rare opportunity to dig your nails into the pads of muscles in his chest. “Say my name.” they were unyielding, but you already knew that. you could feel just how solid he was underneath his clothes when he pulled you in for a loving kiss or hugged you close at night. 

“Giorno…” you mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his skillful pumping. “Giorno!” 

he moans, too. and it’s such a beautiful sound. 

pressing his body closer to yours, he nuzzles his face in your neck to kiss and suck all over, finding your sweetest spots in mere seconds, while his pace between your thighs picked up. you could tell he was enjoying it, too, breathing heavily on your skin before latching on to leave his signature in a love bite that would be easily covered by your collar. 

“Please— let me touch you, too…” you were hesitant, because you could feel him grinding a firm lump in his pants against your thigh, trying to relieve the pressure he felt, but you’d never been able to get your hands on it. but, you allow your hands to fall to his belt, the very tips of your fingernails dipping underneath to tease the faint trail of blonde hair that no doubt led to your desire. “Giorno, I want to feel you…” 

“Not yet,” he whispered, and you gripped his belt, frowning. he must’ve felt you inhale, ready to protest, because he pulls away from your neck to smother your mouth in fierce kisses, curling and twisting his fingers against your fluttering walls until you’re whining and pliable. “I’m dying to be inside you…” he moans into your mouth, pressing his body against yours. you could feel the tent jabbing at his zipper and you know it must be just hardly keeping his erection contained. it must be painful. “I want to feel you, too, amorina,” he crooned, breathless, using your very favorite pet name. “I’m starved for you. I’m just barely able to resist the urge to lay you on my desk. If I even feel your soft hands wrap around me, I’ll lose that battle.” 

your eyelids are heavy, flittering slowly, and you roll your hips to meet the palm of his hand. he was drawing you closer and closer to the edge, and you knew he was trying to distract you. “I want you to fuck me, Giorno.” you moaned, and you could feel every muscle he had go taut beneath his skin. the specter of a pinky blush was raising in his cheeks, olive eyes staring into yours. you take this opportunity to hitch one of your legs on to his hip, hooking your ankle against the small of his back to pull him closer. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please… please just give it to me!” 

Giorno’s mouth hung slack, his hips jutting forward as if instinctively trying to give in to your begging, and he presses your buttons from the inside with the pads of his fingers. your belly ties in knots and you swoon. “I can’t,” he whispered, breathless, and you squirm. you’re coming undone even as he refuses to give you what you really want. “I gave you my word when I put this ring on your finger,” his free hand slips from behind your head to reach between you and grasp your hand, pulling it up to his mouth so that he could kiss the jewel in the center, “that I would do… everything… I could to take care of you. Didn’t I?” 

you nod, moaning his name under your breath like a broken mantra. you wanted to argue, and tell him that you would be better taken care of if he would just strip you down and fuck you right here, right now, but you knew that wasn’t the case. because Giorno didn’t just mean physically. when he promised to take care of you, he meant to keep you safe, fed, spoiled. he wanted to keep your reputation as pristine as it was before you were engaged to the Passione Boss. 

“I intend to keep my promise.” he moans, his golden brows furrowed, as if it also pains him to say it. but Giorno’s resolve is strong, and you know that he means it. he kisses the ring again, and this time, your finger, too. 

“Damn you for being so— responsible—“ you whimper. you tried to poke your bottom lip out into a childish pout, but his digits were working too skillfully on your nerves, pulling the orgasm out of you, and you allow your mouth to hang open so you can cry for him freely. 

he chortles a bit, fondly, and kisses you again to muffle your sounds as you get loud. no doubt, his guards with their heads just on the other side of the door was getting an earful. hell, maybe even Mista would be red faced and unable to look you in the eyes when he escorted you to the car that would take you home to wait for your husband-to-be’s return. his hand slows in tandem with your aftershocks once you’ve cum, allowing you to ride his palm at your speed until you’ve come to a shivering, panting stop. “I’ll give you every ounce of pleasure that I can with my fingers until you’re officially my wife. As often as you’d like.” he husks, slowly breaking the heated kiss to pepper your forehead with a litter of slower, softer pecks. “And, when the night finally comes that I can give every part of myself to you, I promise to worship your body with my mouth, my hands, and my cock until you can’t possibly keep your eyes open or your legs from trembling. Amorina, I promise that, as your husband, I’ll not stop until we’re both in tears.” 

reluctantly, you allow your leg to drop to the floor, but you nod, throwing both arms around his neck, and you lean in to kiss his jaw. “Giorno Giovanna,” you purr against his lips, turning your head to allow them to fit better against yours. “Is there no way to change your mind once it’s made up?” 

he smiles again, and shakes his head, both hands finding your waist to hold you steady so he can deepen the kiss you initiated. after a moment or two, he pulls back. “Every time I kiss you, another pebble falls from the wall of my resolve. We’d better hold the wedding soon.” there’s a faint knock, three taps. Mista. he called out to Giorno that the car was here, and Giorno sighs, using his clean hand to caress your cheek. he didn’t want to send you away so soon, but you know he didn’t have a choice. 

nibbling on your own lip, you take his wrist and guide it back beneath your skirt, allowing his fingers to rub against your slick one more time, and gather your essence upon them. “Don’t stop thinking of me.” you demand, batting your eyelashes. when you release his wrist, he brings his hand up to his face and inhales deep. you didn’t miss the way he shudders when he catches your scent on his shiny fingers. 

“I would be the world’s biggest fool if I did.” 

[3-dsimp]

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Cockworship

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(Female reader!)

🔞MDNI🔞

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The Throatfuckers

“You like sucking on my dick that much? You’re such a cockthirsty little slut ya know that? Yeah that’s it slobber all over my balls and suck em dry like the cumdump you are”

He hissed.

He wouldn’t stop relentlessly slamming his pelvis against your plump lips, that greedily sucked at his veiny length impulsively like a lollipop. He took advantage of your weakness of wanting to worship his dick and became the plug to your addiction, by throat fucking you until he’s satisfied. Making sure to thank you by giving you a mouth full of his salty whip cream which made you puff out your cheeks from the sheer volume of what he had to give you. But don’t worry he still has much more of his cream to share so graciously with you.

The Messy ones

“ Does it feel good when I smear my cum all over your face kitten? Don’t you like it when Daddy gives you his milk? Now it’s not polite to waste food so be a good girl and lick it off for me.”

He moaned

As his slender hands entangled themselves in your hair to anchor himself from the pleasure of how your tongue swirled around the fat tip of his thick dick. He tries to take his time and rock his hips slowly into your relaxed maw but with the way you were worshiping his cock from fondling his heavy balls to earnestly swallowing his length with such devotion. He couldn’t stop his throbbing shaft from plunging deeper inside your throat, facefucking you ruthlessly. Repeating the process until he pulls out and with a telltale twitch of his penis he let his cum spray and mark you in his essence. Eyes glazed over with lust as he waits for you to lick his spilled milk off your face like a good lil kitten.

The Twofaced

“Fuck that’s it baby, lube up my dick with your tongue so I can paint it white with my cum. Oh you’re touching yourself? That’s cute. But don’t cross the line, I’m the only one who’s allowed to make you come Darlin”

He crooned

Meanly pinching your cheeks as you continued to suckle at his dick like a newborn with a pacifier. While wrapping your fingers around his length that twitched impatiently underneath your idle attention. Using your other hand to play with yourself, As he started to buck his shaft inside your salivating mouth, relishing in the moist heat of your tongue sliding back and forth on his foreskin. Before finally driving it to the hilt smacking his balls up against your drooling face. Lingering there on purpose so your wet cavern would tighten immensely on his dick as you’d gag when he began to flood your taste buds with the sea salty taste of his gummy sperm. The amount was too much for you to handle, so he spilt the rest of his cum all over your tits and face in white beady rivulets.

[abellaheart-blog]

my love!! can I request some nsfw don giorno headcanons pls?? I thirsttttt for grown and sexy giorno omg 😭 thank you so much for doing these!

Author Note: Yes beloved anon! 🥰 Don Giorno Nsfw headcanons coming right up! Might’ve gone a bit over board with these but I couldn’t help myself. I don’t blame you for thirsting for him. I thirst for him too but then again who doesn’t?? And your welcome ❤️ I made them safe for both male and female readers. Also Giorno will be aged up, 20+

Warning: Explicit sexual content ahead! Various kinks, positions are mentioned, etc. aged up character.

Don Giorno Giovanna x Reader (Male & Female)

NSFW🔞 Headcanons

Divider by maysdigitalarts

Giorno is an absolute gentlemen and he’s waited ever so patiently for you to be ready to be intimate in the bedroom with him so once you’re ready, be prepared

Giorno is a switch and when he’s top he’s going to be either gentle and loving or rough and sensual. It really depends how he’s feeling. He doesn’t mind being soft with you, he likes to be romantic in the bedroom.

He’s also amazing at praising. He’ll speak a lot of Italian too from pet names to cussing from pleasure.

He’s going to adore you begging or saying his name when you cum

He also has an overstimulation kink he’s going to give you plenty of orgasms' and you’re going to take it

When he’s a sub he gets very turned on by praise, hair pulling, doggy style, toys, he likes getting belittled, teased, and he’s into pet play or being your slave

If you’re not into the same stuff it isn’t a deal breaker since he likes to pleasure his partner

When he’s praised he’s going to moan and blush. He loves his body getting touched and praised by you he’s giving you pleading eyes when you do so.

He’s groaning when you pull his braid or mess it up. Please pull on his round bangs too. He’ll say your name in such a pleading moan.

Having sex on his don chair is an absolute must. He’ll want to think about it when he misses you

He will love if you massage him after a long day and begin giving him teasing touches or kisses. It really works him up.

Leaving marks on him also works him up.

If you’d like to give him a blowjob I suggest to go somewhere private because he’s loud. I wouldn’t suggest hotels unless you want others to hear. He’ll moan and scream but trust me it’s worth it. He’ll tell you exactly what your doing feels amazing and he’ll tell you exactly what he wants.

He doesn’t mind dressing up for his lover so if you want him to wear something in the bedroom he’ll automatically agree to it. Anything to please you.

He’s totally into car sex. He’ll make sure it’s in one specific car so it still smells like sex and your scent so he can masturbate before or after work

If you speak another language he’ll say a couple flirting pet names or comments in your language too.

One last thing. You can’t look at this man and tell me he wouldn’t be a good male stripper for his significant other 👀 c’mon look at those poses or how he strips his clothing like it’s nothing (Examples here👇)

Female Partner

Giorno’s got the perfect jawline for his face to be ridden on. It’s going to feel AMAZING. He’s going to eat you out like no tomorrow. Those plush lips give the softest of kisses and it feels like heaven when he begins sucking. Please make a mess on his face. Be sure to compliment his sharp jawline it motivates him and it’s worth it to feel that smirk against your pussy. He’ll even make a flirting comment back. He knows his hot breath and soft lips against your pussy is giving you shivers down your back.

He’ll constantly praise your pussy.

“This pussy is so delicious, amore.”

“So perfect I can’t stop, mia bellissima (my beautiful).”

Giorno loves your moans the louder the better. He’s praising them as well. Actually he’s worshipping you.

Super turned on when he makes you squirt. Please get his trademark suit dirty. If you get his golden hair or his torso he’s going to have a smug expression across his face. If you get his signature don outfit dirty, yes the black and green one, then you’re in for it. He’s going to make you lick it up. Only so he can taste it when he makes out with you while fucking you in his suit. The don is parched if you get his chest in his boob window. Watching you lick up your own cum on his pecs gets this man going. It’s enough to make him cum because he’ll think about it when he’s at work next time. He’ll have wet dreams about it too. This is your opportunity to tease him because he’ll get flustered about it.

Lingerie is a must if you want him getting heated fast but body harnesses? He’s going to get so bashful around you. You got him wrapped around your finger.

If you’re a flirt he’s going to be such a tease and flirt back. If you manage to make him blush he’s melting inside

If you’re shy he’s going to adore you. He thinks it’s absolutely adorable. Soft Giorno is now unleashed. His heart is melting.

He loves a girl that dresses up like his maid, bunny, or kitty. He wants to brush your hair and pamper you. If you’re his maid he promises to reward you generously. Bonus points if you call him Don Giovanna of Mr. Giovanna. Also please sit on his lap. He wants to wrap an arm around you or grab your lovely face.

He’ll like a little bride outfit/lingerie because he likes to pretend it’s your honeymoon. He’ll have heart eyes while he’s making love to you. He likes leaving the cheap wedding veil on you since you look both breathtaking and it feels like the real deal to him. Wearing a goddess, nymph, or cupid outfits also have the same affect on him. You’re getting that “honeymoon” treatment regardless of being in the outfit outside the bride cosplay.

He’s giving you a plethora of romantic names in Italian.

He moans and gets whiny when you ride him

He likes sucking on your breasts. He’ll be gentle with them. He doesn’t have preferences for size he loves them all. Expect a lot of kisses.

If you wear a dress or skirt when he’s in the mood he’ll make a bunch of teasing touches like caressing or playing with your inner thighs sometimes smacking it. He’ll remove your panties. If you’re wearing something thin like lingerie or a thong he’ll rip it off of you.

He loves stockings so he’s going to admire them while he’s fucking you or looking at you from behind

He’s got a bit of a master/slave kink both receiving and giving. He’ll like begging for you calling you mistress, goddess, anything to get you to pleasure him. He loves when you tug at his collar. He’s going to love your heal pressing against his neck or chest. He’s such a slut for licking your boot/heal. If you make him howl or bark he’ll gladly do so. He’s also into getting whipped by you too. If you’re receiving he’s quite the rewarding master. He picks the most expensive collars for you and he wants to be called Giovanna or master. He’s going to make you speak Italian too so you better be good or you’ll get withheld pleasure and you’re going to have to start begging.

Male Partner

Giorno’s thick lips will feel amazing around your dick. He’s going to be good at giving blowjobs. He’ll do them anytime you want to as long as it’s private. He’s also into face fucking, giving and receiving.

He’ll love calling you his bello or caro 

He loves pecs, thighs, and muscles. He’s going to praise them all. Teasing touches, marks, kisses. He’ll do them all.

If you’re taller than him he’ll like you pressing him against the wall or furniture. He’s going to be a little shit/brat so beware but once you hit his sensitive spot he’s going to be moaning your name in no time.

If you’re shorter then he likes to put you in positions where your arms are extended from behind your back or you’re underneath him

Giorno will beg and lay his head against your lap/abdomen when he’s really needy or wanting soft sex

He admires tattoos on a man especially on their back muscles or chest

Giorno is into pet play and has a master/slave kink, giving and receiving. When he’s your pet or slave he’s going to do anything your heart desires. He’ll call you master or sir. When he’s “master”, he’ll call you pretty boy or slave boy. He’s quite the rewarding master. Bonus points if you call him don Giovanna or Mr. Giovanna. He likes leather collars by the way (on himself or you).

He’s going to get flustered if you’ve got genital piercings or tattoos.

He wants all your cum but if you decide to get his back or chest he can’t help but love how it feels. He’s praising you.

If you wear his outfits or clothing he’s instantly marking your neck or shoulder and whispering about how badly he wants you. Bonus points if you make sexy poses.

He’ll like giving you hand jobs too so if you’re also into quickies this will be great. He’ll suggest them sometimes while he’s driving. If you offer then he gladly accepts but he’s going to bite at your neck.

He wants his man to call him daddy because he’ll like to tease you for it. If you want him to call you daddy it needs to be earned. Have fun putting him in his place. He also likes getting called pretty man or gorgeous. It’s meaningful when you tell him.

When he uses his stand he’ll grow vines to wrap around your dick or slide them inside you.

Giorno is also loving and he’ll like to hold you against him, calling you masculine Italian pet names. In these moments if he smells cologne or masculine body washes he’ll certainly blush. When you kiss him because you notice, he’s instantly melting in the kiss.

How Giorno talks to you in the bedroom:

“Stai bene in questa posizione, carino.”

(You look good in this position, cutie.)

“È tutto quello che hai, bello.”

(That all you got, handsome?)

[slutfactory]

some random nsfw jjba hcs (ft. kakyoin, giorno, and rohan)

implied masc reader. no pronouns used, but reader has a penis, so take that how you will-

minors dni

✦ kakyoin has an oral fixation, so he often rolls a cherry on his tongue to keep his mouth occupied when it's not full of cock. his rero-ing is why he's so good with his tongue. he also loves when you praise his oral prowess.

✦ giorno loves being marked by you during sex, and doesn't bother trying to hide them after the fact. if anything, he tries to show them off as much as possible, just to show others what they couldn't experience. (yes that was a jojo reference)

✦ rohan sometimes wears short skirts and/or lingerie, and loves when you fuck him without removing them. he calls you a pervert for doing so, but deep down he knows that he's the real pervert for dressing like a whore. that's not going to stop him, though.

[xescaaa]

Starboy

Featuring Giorno Giovanna ( +18 characters) x reader

CW: NSFW/ smut, MDNI,Female reader, Spanking, spoiler ig ? idk, cursing, rough sex? kinda , Kitchen sex, sex without protection( stay safe) friends to lovers, and breeding.

This was kind of inspired by another Giorno smut but I cant find the author so credits to u if u see this ( it was a smut w kitchen sex as well:) )

ALSO INSPIRED BY THE SONG " Stargirl Interlude" by Lana Del Rey and The weekend

1 am:

You are currently chilling in the kitchen snacking on ice cream instead of sleeping. Although joining the gang was fun and full of adventures, you also enjoyed to have some piece and quiet in the mansion.

While currently eating ice cream on the kitchen counter in a calm state of mind, your mind at the same time couldn't help but think of Don Giorno Giovanna. Well, how could you blame myself? he is so fucking handsome , his toned chest, silky blonde hair, and good looks surely earned him a spot in your mind.

Deep in thought about the handsome Don,

you hadn't noticed that someone else had gone into the kitchen. Adjusting your eyesight a bit more you realized that it was Don Giorno himself, that had gone into the kitchen himself to get a glass of water.

Oh hello y/n, didn't know you would be up this late , said Giorno as he softly smiled.

Oh- uh, Yea I was hungry so I went downstairs to have some ice cream- you say.

Giorno had gray sweatpants showing his V- line, no shirt and his silky blonde hair resting peacefully on his shoulders. You couldn't help but to drift your eyes all over his body which looked even better reflecting off the moonlight.

Like what you see? says Giorno as he giggles a bit.

O- Oh sorry ,you say as you blush instantly looking away.

You know, says Giorno

although you are my friend, fuck..., you are so beautiful, smart, and caring.

R-really? you reply blushing

Yes, you are also really hot, says Giorno lifting your chin up to look at him.

So tell me Cara, Giorno says

Do you love me the way I love you?

Yes, I do- before saying more, you felt the Don's lip crash with yours. Placing himself between your legs on front of the counter the kisses turned more passionate and hotter, each other's hands scrambled all over your bodies and your sleep wear long discarded somewhere in the kitchen.

Turn around Bella, said Giorno as he sucked your neck, making you release a soft moan. Letting go your legs from Giorno's waist, you let your feet down onto the kitchen floor and turn around.

Let me know if it's too much, whispers Giorno into your ear.

You nod and suddenly feel a harsh spank go on your ass making you moan Giorno's name.

You like that huh cara?-Giorno says as he spanks your ass more, leaving his handprints as your nails scratch the countertop, letting out tears of pleasure out of your eyes and wanton moans out of mouth.

Such a beautiful ass you have cara mia, says Giorno as he presses his clothed hard cock against you, massaging your buttocks before letting more spanks on your ass making you crave more of him.

Giogio, you say as you bite your lip, containing from moaning more and you pressing against his hard cock.

Yes Bella? he says

I want your cock inside of me .. please - you say while rubbing your clit in desperation.

Hmmm,you're lucky we are alone at the mansion, if not, everyone would know who's about to fuck that pretty pussy of yours so good, Says Giorno as he spreads your pussy lips, making you release a moan.

Get on the counter and lay down on your back dolcezza. Once your position changed, you see Giorno taking off his gray sweats and underwear releasing his hard cock which is with a red tip and leaking from precum. Look at what you did to me cara, Giorno whispers into your ear as he makes you wrap your hand around his cock.

Holy shit Giogio , you say containing a moan

Your so fucking big, I say jerking Giorno off before letting go. You taste so good too , you giggle as you lick some of the precum left on your finger.

Lining himself against your wet entrance, he slowly pushes his tip in making you softly whimper in anticipation, Be patient Cara, Giorno says and all you can do is nod.

Once Giorno settled his cock in your perfect pussy he couldn't resist but release praises out of his mouth as he slowly thrusted into you. With his thrusts getting faster and harder all you can do is let out moans which get louder and louder as he keeps on fucking your pussy so good.

Oh fuck Giogio! right there please!- you moan as he thrusts his cock into your pussy restlessly hitting your sweet spot each time, drawing you closer to your release. Feeling Giorno rub your clit with his fingers as he kissed you was all you needed to cum, with a few more thrusts you feel Giorno's cock twitch inside of you and release hot white cum inside your gummy walls.

( THANK YOU SM FOR READING!DONT BE AFRAID TO LEAVE REQUESTS🫶)

[naauqhty]

yk what makes me go wild? innocent , puppy men that just don't realise how friggin huge they are. Like he gets so worried and confused when tears start prickling your eyes when not even half his cock is inside you. He wipes your tears with his big thumb and asks you why your crying. Once you tell him that you think he's too big, he'll caress your face and assures you that you can take it and it won't hurt at all. Then when his cock is fully in you, he would get lost in the moment because your tight pussy makes him feel like he's in paradise, your tiny hole taking him in so well as he slowly pounds his monster cock in your throbbing pussy. Going deeper and deeper with every thrust he delivers, desperate to reach his limit and maybe even put his baby in you. Hehe but at least you know you will never need to worry about him fucking you again because it's too big, guys like him will always make things work for his darling.

izuku, Tanjiro, Asahi, Shoto, Giorno, Kita

[thestressedskittles]

Lil Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW)

Kit here! Sorry I've been gone for months on end! A lot has happened since I last posted and I've finally found the encouragement to whip up this little thing real quick. Its not much but I gotta do something to get back into the flow of writing again!

Warnings: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), all characters are 18+, not proofread nor checked for mistakes

DISCLAIMER: Do NOT think it is okay to take our stories and post them somewhere else without our EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Do NOT think it is okay to take anyone else’s stories and post them somewhere else without their EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Giving credit does NOT count as permission. You may reblog our stories, but you may NOT repost our stories without OUR PERMISSION.

Bruno who lets out rumbling purrs of your name as he makes sure to work himself inside of you slowly and deeply, his normally bright blues are clouded and darkened as his entire being is fueled by arousal as he folds you into a mating press and sinks himself all the way

Leone who offers nothing but groans and rumbles against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist tighten and pull you to meet his thrusts, forcing his cock in all the way, little nips to your sweet spot and his hot breath pull mini whimpers as your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter

Mista who holds your hips as your own hands find balance on his chest while he avidly thrusts into you from below, never faltering in his pace, his naturally dark eyes are swirling with lust as he licks his lips and hisses through clenched teeth as a broken groan cracks from his mouth

Narancia who's worked himself up beyond belief as he takes you from above, his normally bright purple are darkened and swirling with adoration and lust, he holds you close, moaning your name over and over as he brings you both closer and closer, stealing kisses from your lips

Fugo who's intense lovemaking is leaving you both covered in a sheen of sweat and out of breath, but he pushes through, determined to send you off the rails once more as he leaves bruises along your body, letting out a groan over your parted lips as your nails rake down his back

Giorno who is dedicated to your pleasure moreso than his own, letting you do as you please as he sinks further into the silk sheets, watching and holding you up as he encourages you on with sweet words while you begin to fall apart, letting groans and moans flow freely from his mouth as he tilts his head back into the pillows

[esha-isboogara]

how long the jojos last during no nut november

i stole borrowed this idea from @garoujo i loved their jujutsu kaisen version of this and just KNEW i had to make my own!!!

✰nothing too crazy but it’s still kinda nsfw, mentions of sex and all that, blah blah minors dni

jonathan: december 1st - being the most innocent of the jojos he is bound to last the entire month. his sex drive is not as high as most men his age plus he always enjoys a good challenge. he asked you multiple times if you were willing to do this and once you agreed it was set in stone. the hardest part of the month is hearing you beg for his cock night after night, having to deny you for so long takes a toll on him. jojo wants nothing more than to fill you up with cock,pumping you full as you cry for more ;) both of you get this wish when the month is over

joseph: november 2nd- when he first heard the idea he was thrilled. he was convinced he could coax you into failing within the first week,breaking you down with subtle touches and deep kisses. alas this was only a plan. when he woke up the next day with a bad case of morning wood he had to relieve it one way or another. joseph tried for maybe ten minutes to ignore it but gave up as soon as he took a good look at you sleeping form. oh god how could he resist you when you look so pretty.

caesar zeppelli: november 4th- at first he was totally opposed to the challenge, thinking it only to be juvenile and crude. but when he was made aware of joseph participating he was more than willing to take part in the game. caesar liked to think he had the self control of a god, able to resist even the most beautiful of temptresses. it turns out he’s not as strong as he had once thought. all it took was the sight of you stepping out of the shower and he was out. he won’t let you bring it up around jojo though, he may have lost the competition but he still has his pride.

jotaro kujo: november 27th- oh he was so close to lasting the entire month. jotaro is able to control himself to an insane amount. it didn’t matter how much you teased him, small touches, dirty things whispered in his ear, cute little outfits jotaro held on strong. one day you dropped by his office to give him a stack of papers he forgot at home and for some reason that broke him. you were just so kind and thoughtful how could he not reward you. he took you right there on his desk, loving the way your ass bounces as he pounds into you. jojo is a bit disappointed he didn’t last the entire month but you’re quick to comfort him and praise him for how well he did.

noriaki kakyoin: november 18th- the man is a gamer at heart so you best believe he’s down to participate in a boss fight of sorts. he takes the challenge the most seriously out of all the guys. he will not give in to absolutely anything. wellll that is until you kneel down between his legs while he was in the middle of a game and gave him those eyes. he didn’t want to lose he really didn’t but fuck you were just so beautiful knelt before him. after a round or two he admitted to tapping out of the competition. he’s super chill about losing and makes up for the lost time for the rest of the month ;)

josuke higashikata: november 15th- okayasu gave him the idea and he was so excited to pitch it to you. he was always the competitive type so he was more than happy to compete. for the next two weeks he kept his distance not wanting to slip up. but alas he is still a teenage boy and he has his needs. one particular day while embracing you he felt his cock twitch and he knew that was it. next thing you knew you were being dragged into an empty closed and fucked out of your mind. despite not lasting the whole month you have to commend him for keeping it together for as long as he did.

okuyasu nijimura: november 11th- he over heard the concept of the game from a few of his fellow classmates during math and figured it was worth a try. not like he anything better going on. the first week was smooth sailing for him, he had not one impure thought the entire time. but alas he is still a teenage boy the hormones are bound to start raging eventually. it wasn’t too hard to break the boy down. you bent down to pick something up off the floor and he just couldn’t help it anymore. all it took was a few thrusts and he was done. unlike other guys his age he wasn’t embarrassed that he failed the challenge. honestly he’s kind of glad he didn’t make it. now he doesn’t have to hold himself back any longer.

giorno giovanna: november 30th- the only reason he lasted as long as he did is because he’s a busy man, running the mafia and such. he didn’t have the time to worry about rearranging your guts while drugs plagued the streets of italy. don’t you worry though, once he manages to get a day off he will make sure your needs are properly taken care of.

mista guido: november 1st-the amount of self control this man has is close to none. if he starts to feel horny no matter where or when he will indulge in his urges. when you bring up the idea of no nut november to him he agrees in the beginning. but after a few hours he decides he doesn’t want to do it anymore. this man is fucking whipped and he is proud of it.

[joestarfoundation]

JOJOS: Dinner is ready...

Modern!AU. I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: I didn't include Jolyne because 1. She already has her post here and 2. This post is supposed to be straight(f/m)

JoJos x Fem!Reader

How these boys would suck on your clit

nsfw link: Josuke, Don! Giorno | Quite passionate, messy, and a lot of saliva. His full lips will suck your clit and his fingers will occasionally rub your wet folds. The sensation is electrifying, and you know you won't be able to resist him for much longer. Every touch, every lick, every kiss was driving you wild with desire. Your hands grabbed the sheets as you surrender yourself completely to his amazing touch<3

nsfw link: Joseph, Johnny | Prefers to flick his tongue on your nub to test the waters. As he sees the pleasure on your face, he becomes confident that his actions are making you feel good. With each flick, he takes note of your responses, adjusting his technique to ensure maximum pleasure. He just wants his S/O to have a good time, and he won't stop until he achieves it

nsfw link: Jonathan, Jotaro | He had always enjoyed eating you out, savoring each moment as you moaned in pleasure. But tonight, you wanted to try something different. With you lying on top of him, he would feast on your sweetness, feeling the weight of your body on his as he devoured you with his mouth. His strong hands would roam over your entire form, focusing on your thighs, as he reveled in the sensations of your skin against his. Although you can't see it due to the position, a pink blush will be present on his cheeks throughout the moment

Here you can find more posts like these

[zujime]

─── multiple characters x reader

characters included: bruno, joesph(not the old man ya'll, he is kinda bad tho ngl), josuke, jotaro, giorno, mista

c.w. when ur sad/upset/overthinking/idk, aged up, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no y/n usage, hcs, jjba, some italian pet names (2), a few swear words

- it's been a while since i posted jjba content, it's also been a while since i posted overall. this probably isn't much but for right now until i recover from this burnout, it's all i have. i hope you enjoy :)

at times like these, bruno notices almost immediately that something's up when he walks into your shared home and is met with an eerie silence. it's not long before he's rushing into the bedroom in search of you, only to find you curled up in bed—hidden under covers as you trembled and sniffled lightly. his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on your quivering shoulder, voice even softer as he speaks—asking about what's troubling you.

"what's wrong, mia cara" whether you tell him or not, he encourages you to release whatever tears remain as he holds you, giving you a shoulder to cry on and lots of forehead, nose, and cheek kisses as he tries to soothe you. once you've calmed down, he'll ask if there's anything you want—either a necessity or just something you want, he's getting it without a second thought. he just loves you so much and wants to do all he can for you.

now joesph...is kind of a jerk when he finds you crying at first. he'd baby talk you as he pinches, squishes your cheeks, and flicks your forehead or nose while laughing his ass off, but when he notices that you're not giving him any snappy remarks, slapping his hands away, or laughing with him, that's when he knows something's wrong and he's actually worried.

and when he starts asking you what happened, he almost sounds like a fly that's been buzzing in your ear for god knows how long, but you know he means well, especially when he's giving you the warmest and tightest hug he can—holding you against his chest as you let his heartbeat calm your uneven breathing. he's definitely babying you for the rest of the day and he might tease you a teeny tiny bit, but only to make you laugh.

josuke would probably think he did something to cause you to feel this way and if that's the case, bro's apologizing profusely (please, he's so sorry). whatever the problem might be, expect lots—and i mean lots of short sloppy kisses all over your face while he whispers tons of "I'm sorry" or "it's ok" onto your face. he might refrain from asking what the problem is both out of fear and because he doesn't want to cross boundaries or upset you even more.

but he'll spoil you rotten for the entire week cause he wants you—his everything—to feel better and he wants you to know how much he loves you. cuddles, kisses, hugs, naps together, movie night, whatever the hell you want is exactly what he's gonna give you maybe even before you ask. (he'd probably cry w you, on a serious note).

i think that jotaro would sit there and wait for you to tell him what's wrong so he'll know if it's serious or not—if it's serious he'll stay and listen to what you have to say, but if it's not like you're crying because something is out of stock or something, he's leaving the room and not even sparring you a second glance.

anyway, if you need any type of physical affection, he'd be able to tell from your body language or if you ask him for it but either way, he's not gonna not give you what you want...he's a really good listener, would literally sit there and listen to all that you have to say with no interruptions and he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep cause he needs to know that you're actually okay, but he's not leaving your side. at all.

ok listen, not exactly like josuke, but i think giorno would be such a sweetheart. he'd ask if you'd wanna talk about it and would be content listening to whatever you say to him while he's holding you in his arms to bring your frantic mind to a slow so you can focus on what you want to say. would definitely cuddle with you in bed—you'll pass out in like less than 20 minutes so yeah.

mista would be so worried but at the same time he's asking who did it with sex pistols in hand (bro's ready to kill a bitch for you). "amore mio, who do i need to kill?" "mista, please don't kill anyone..." he's drowning you in nothing but love (kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, etc). he'd let you wear his hat or play with his hair to calm you down if that's what you want. you're getting spoiled. no, if's and's or but's, you're getting spoiled. want food? he's got it. wanna watch something? the tv's already on. wanna nap? he's already waiting in bed. he'd also let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need and he'll give you back rubs too. :((

[kougiri]

You know how giorno doesn't like repeating himself? Yeah- how bout that in bed? Sub gio😍

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Sub Giorno? Hmm..I suppose I can do that. He's aged up. Thank you for stopping by to ask for an order.

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Content warning: nsfw

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Say it again, Amore.

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◈ The fact that Giorno doesn't really like repeating his words changes in different situations. Depends on what you'll say normally. Although if you do want him to repeat his words, just say so and he'll repeat them. Well, if you break him enough to make him repeat without you saying so, then that's your key.

◈ Pumping your fingers inside him, you breathe on his neck. Your head resting on his nape, one arm hanging on his waist. Your fingers pumping in and out slowly and oh-so-gently whatsoever. whispering sweet things to him every time.

◈ "Amor,.please.." he whispers, begging you to go slightly faster and to put more pressure. You glance at him before opening your mouth "Say it again." You said as he whines at your response. "Say it again, Amore." you pursued him, stopping your finger's movements as he tears up a bit.

◈ "Please.." he repeats as you smile and suck on his neck, pumping your fingers faster and putting more pressure to please him as a reward.

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[yachiblanca]

NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yan!Don Giovanna x Fem!Reader

Word count : 5,257

Contains : Smut

A/N : Holy request in wattpad🛐

"Come up everyone! This is one of the beautiful sceneries of Naples!" You pointed out, everyone made a wow sound as soon as they saw the beautiful view of the city of Naples, "Wow miss Y/N.. this is such a beautiful view!" a woman spoke, "Of course it is signora.. it's not as beautiful as you though!" you winked, everyone chuckled and the woman was surprised of what you said, "Hey don't steal my most beautiful darling here!" your lover comes up in front of you to face the woman, "Oh I won't sir." the woman giggled,  "I must admit truthfully from the bottom of my heart, both of you are the most entertaining tour guides I've ever found." a man spoke as he walked over to the side of the woman, "Oh really signore? I'm very glad we're the most entertaining ones here." you replied, "I think miss Y/N is better than that fart guy!" a child spoke while they were hugging the woman's leg, pointing out your lover. "Hey Maya that's bad to speak!" the woman scolded, you laughed as your lover reacted like he was devastated, "How dare you call me the fart guy here..!" he cried out sarcastically, "Manners Maya." the man spoke with a sharp tone, the child soon stopped laughing and listened to both of their parents, "We apologize for their behavior.." the woman said, "Oh no, it's fine signora!" you replied with the tone of assurance that it's alright, "Oh my feelings are crushed~!" your lover whined, "You're sounding like a baby here." you scoffed, "A giant baby-" everyone held their laughs except your husband, "Stop the humiliating me!" your lover puffed out their cheeks, "Aw I'm sorry.." you pinched their cheek and shake it a bit, "Speaking of a giant baby, we're done for our tour for today!" you announced, "It was a very nice tour miss Y/N, we hope to see more beautiful places tomorrow." the woman smiled, "I'm very excited to go on another adventure with all of you tomorrow." you spoke, "We'll stay here for around 35 minutes.." the woman said, you and your lover both nodded, "I'll go drink a soda around a vending machine here- I'm thirsty!" you walked off, "Grab me a soda too please!" your lover shouted, you extended your arm out with your hand gesturing a thumbs up as a reply of approval from what your lover said.

While walking your body slowly slumped the more you walk out of distance, you've been in this place for goodness how many times was it? You couldn't count anymore, your eyes turned from looking so lively to instant glare of death. The tour tired the living hell out of you, acting so cheery was especially the most tiring part out of walking in all sorts of places, you were glad your acting skills kept ahold in that moment- in fact never did anyone noticed that you were acting for the past years, a fake personality, a fake smile, fake acting. Even your lover doesn't know you're acting too, 'God my throat is so dried..' your thoughts said, still searching for a vending machine you finally found one, quickly walking to the vending machine pulling out your wallet to get cash, "How much was it again..?" your vision was blurry for a moment out of exhaustion while you tried to look more closer at the displayed price on the vending machine, "Uhmm.." you squinted your eyes trying to look more closer, "Good evening Signora." a voice of a man suddenly spoke from behind, you flinched and quickly turned your head to where the voice came from, "I apologize, did I disturb you?" you saw a man with long golden blonde hair with a strange hairstyle, his outfit that revealed his chest out with the symbol of a huge heart on his clothing- he looked very beautiful and elegant at the same time, you gazed for a moment but shook your head out of your thoughts. "Ah no Signore.. you can use it first!" you nervously chuckled extending both of your arms in a welcome gesture, pointing it to the vending machine, "If you insist." the beautiful man walked to the vending machine starting to pick out what he wanted, you sat over the bench just beside the vending machine and waited, your mind was getting foggy and your legs felt numb, you wanted to relax for a while before going back but remembering you have to go back to give your lover the soda he requested, 'Ugh I wish he magically walks over here..!' you whined in your thoughts, your eyebrows furrowed together while you tap your foot on the ground. The beautiful man suddenly sat beside you and offered you a can of coke, "I hope this is to your liking, please accept it if you do." the man calmly said.

You were taken aback by his actions, you didn't know what to say or do, I mean you did need the soda because of thirst but taking one made you think to yourself that maybe you're being too greedy. Quickly thinking of what you decided to take his offering, you grabbed the soda out his hand and immediately opened to drink it, you gulped the soda as if you were drinking for your life, "Aaahh~" you exhaled out after drinking the can of coke, you realized that you drank without even thanking the man who gave you the can, "Thank you for the soda Signore!" you thanked him loudly, the man was flinched a little from how you thanked him, "It's my pleasure." "Why did you give me one though?" you asked, "I just happen to saw you and noticed how exhausted you were, If I may ask is everything alright?" you turned your gaze to the soda you were holding on your lap, "Well-" you stopped for a moment and sighed, "Just from my job that's all.."  you took a sip from the can, "I've been acting so differently from my job and outside of it- It gets me quite tired easily." you lightly chuckled, "I'm listening." the man spoke and took a sip on his can, "I dislike how I have to fake everything, I want to be like myself in any platform- but being a tour guide and entertaining the people at the same time can prevent me from doing it." your eyes felt like it was growing tears at the corners of it, "I see.." the man replied, "Signora, I do not know what your next intentions are, but please do know to always look over yourself.." you turned your head to him, seeing his green emerald eyes staring at yours, "I will signore, maybe someday I will, who knows?" you shrugged, the man's expression turned into worry after you've said that, "Do you have anyone to look over you? You're a beautiful woman I have to say, but hearing those words from you grows my worry." the man said with a sharp tone, you held your laugh with your cheeks visibly puffing out, "What are you holding your laugh for?" the man asked, "Oh- nothing! It's just that we're strangers, we just met though you're worried?" you laughed, the man's eyes widen from your response, "You don't know who I am signora?"

"No..?" you raised a brow, "Who are you anyway?" the man smile "I'm Giorno Giovanna, How about you signora?" your lips made an O-shape after knowing his name, "I'm Y/N L/N." you introduced, "Giorno huh.." you rubbed your chin, Giorno looked at how you stared at him- you expression making it look like you're suspicious of him, he felt so nervous- what if you knew he was a Mafia boss? He hoped you didn't recognize him, otherwise if you did he thought you might ignore him and run away. You clapped both of your hands together catching Giorno's attention back, "Oh I know!" Giorno tilted his head a little, him confused. "How about I call you Giogio?" you widely smiled, Giorno was speechless, was he really getting a nickname from you? This was rare, no one ever gave him a nickname ever since, meaning this was his first time to ever have someone give him a nickname, "R-really?" Giorno pointed to himself while stuttering in his words, "Me? Giogio..?" he asked with his eyes filled with amusement, "Yeah! isn't it a cool nickname?" you answered, Giorno's heart felt like it was stirring in excitement, his stomach felt like it had butterflies, "Yeah, it sure is.." Giorno replied, "Alright Giorno Giovanna, you're Giogio from now on!" you offered a fist bump gesture, Giorno was confused from what you were offering- "Come on fist bump fist bump!" Giorno raised his hands slowly- still confused on what to do, he imitated your hand gesture but still not knowing how it works, you took his wrist and bumped his knuckles on yours, "There a fist bump!" you chuckled, "That was a.. fist bump?" Giorno asked confusingly, "Yeah! How do you not know what it is?" Giorno knew to himself that he spent his days on work and education at the same time, he wasn't aware of what's happening outside so this was new to him. Before you could speak again  you remembered your tour, you quickly took a look at your wrist watch seeing it was almost 10 minutes before the tourists leave, "Ah! I have to go now-" you stood up, Giogio flabbergasted he asked "Where are you off to?" with a hint of worry in his voice, "Going back to work and my lover is waiting so.." you answered, "Welp I'll see you later! Or someday perhaps?" you giggled, "So long Giogio! it was nice to meet you! And so then Giorno watched you disappear in the distance.. He hoped to see you again, though he wanted to find out who was your lover, he'll just have eliminate them if they ever find out.

But if fate denies, he has no choice but to twist it.

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After returning the family back to their hotel location, you now sat with your lover at a hill, gazing at the stars above in the night sky, "What took you 20 minutes in the vending machine?" your lover asked, "Hm? Oh, I met this man.." your lover suddenly concerned, "A man? Did he do something?" you quickly turned your head to him and shook both of your hands in denial, "No no! He was very nice, he even bought me a soda." you returned back to gazing at the stars, "His name was Giorno Giovanna, and let me tell you he had a weird type of clothing!" you chuckled, "Giorno Giovanna huh.. that name sounds familiar, I think I've heard it around my neighborhood before but can't clearly recall it." your lover shrugged, "Hmm is that so..?" you nodded multiple times in acknowledgement, "Yep, anyways let's go back- it's getting cold here and I am shivering!" your lover whined and hugged your arm, "How about we watch a movie when we get back?" you asked, "Yeah that sounds like a great idea!" your lover responded, "Let's go to a nearby convenience store here and buy food!" your lover offered, you nodded in response and both of you stood up to go to a convenience store. 

Meanwhile in the convenience store, you and your lover both picked up a few chips and sweets- along with soft drinks and juice boxes. After purchasing your lover carried the bags and you both walked out of the convenience store, you both talked about the random stuff both of you can think about, animals, nature, zodiacs, art, you name it. You were both a few more miles close to returning back home, while walking you both heard a loud sound, almost as if it was a scream of a man in agony, though you both thought that maybe you guys were being delusional? "Should we check where it came from..?" you asked, your lover only stood silent for a moment "Yeah I think we should.. let's sneak." your lover spoke, you both nodded and sneaked over to where it came from, you both assumed it was at a nearby corner behind an apartment, you both slowly walked over to the corner- not daring to make a sound, you both heard a crying man pleading for mercy "Please I won't sell anymore I swear!" suddenly a sound of a loud punch arrived, "This is the 4th time and number 4 is a curse!" a different voice spoke, "That's enough Mista, I think I've heard enough of his words."  another voice spoke, though that voice sounded familiar- you pushed your lover back and tried peeking out the corner, slowly peeking you saw a man on his knees blood all over his face- he looked like he was beaten up, you saw another man stood with his back facing your direction, his hair looked familiar- long and the color of gold and blonde, along him was a man with tiger pattern clothing and a crop top with patterns of an x all over. The long haired man turned his head at the side, then you saw a glimpse of his face- leaving you to immediate shock and fear, his face looked like the man you met earlier, it was way too much like him, just from his hair it proved it was him. Your breath hitched and you quickly held your lover's hand and ran back, "Wait- wait what's happening?!" your lover said while you still held his hand tightly- sprinting fast as you could, "We're in danger- we need to get back as quick as possible." your lover was speechless, he didn't know what to say anymore at this point, all he could ever do was run with you as fast as he could. After that night, you both didn't dare to speak about it again, it both terrified you to the guts, especially you witnessing it with your bare eyes.

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It was the afternoon of the day, touring your visitors of Italy, it was  the 5th day of their vacation in Italy. "Is everyone hungry here or is it just me?" you joked, but in fact you were actually hungry as it was exactly 12 in the afternoon, "Today everyone we'll be going to Italy's famous and delicious restaurant!" you announced, "Yay! Mommy are we going to eat pizza?" the child spoke excitingly, "Little one, fact here we Italians love pizza! So of course there's pizza." you smiled, the child became more excited and happily jump around on their seat in excitement. "Looks like someone's extremely excited." your lover chimed in while driving, "I've tasted Italian food before I actually went to this country-" the man said, "Really? What food is it?" you asked, "I think it was called black ink squid pasta-" you clapped both of your hands together, "Oh that! That meal taste so good I can never get tired of eating it!" you responded, "I'd sure love to taste one too if there is one." the woman spoke, "Surely there is one in the menu, that food cannot be missed by the visitors of Italy!" suddenly feeling the car stopping you all arrived at the restaurant, you immediately went out of the car to open the door for the tourists, "Wow this restaurant looks so luxurious!" the surprised woman spoke "Agreed." the man replied, "And that's why it's rated as one of the best restaurants!" you happily spoke, as soon as everyone got off the vehicle you and your lover both opened the door for them to enter and both led them to the booked seats, before you both could leave you were stopped by the woman and offered that both of you should eat with them, well both of you and your lover could use some energy to restore- so you both agreed.

After food arrived you all peacefully ate, it had been a long time since you ate in 5 star restaurant, the best part here was it was free because it was offered to both you and your lover, "This food taste so good!" the child spoke with the pasta sauce all over their face, "We can totally tell." your lover responded, making everyone giggle. You loved eating with people you get along, this was like a family reunion or meeting your friends back in college, while eating another vehicle arrived at the front of the restaurant- surprisingly the car was a black limousine, you assumed this person was very rich as hell, the door opened and you saw a foot land out, the person stood up and entered the restaurant, "Good afternoon signore Giorno Giovanna." At that moment you were at the edge of almost choking on your food, there stood the man named Giorno Giovanna, wearing the same clothes you met him before. Your eyes quickly became terrified- the flashback of what happened last night came back, you tried to calm down when you were already panicking as soon as you saw him, you grabbed the menu nearby hoping that he won't recognize you from afar, 'Out of all the places this is what he picked?!' you internally cried out, you tightly hold the menu right infront your face, scrunching your shoulders hoping to be more hidden. But unfortunately  he did saw a glimpse of your face and approached your table, 'Shit shit shit- please don't be here!' "Good afternoon Signoras and Signores." a familiar voice spoke, 'Ah uccidimi..' "Oh! Good afternoon sir." the woman spoke, "Wow this guy looks so cool!" the child pointed out, "Is that you Y/N?" you flinched as he said your name, slowly sliding the menu down you saw his face "Oh- heyy.. Giogio..." you said in an awkward tone,"Giogio? wait- wait Giorno?!" your lover said spoke as if he was very shocked, "This was the man you met?! The don of Passio-" Giorno made a loud ehem sound- making your lover instantly stop speaking, "Don of what?" you questioned, not knowing what a don was. "It's so nice to see you again, Y/N." Giorno smiled at you, seeing him right in front of you sent chills in your spine, you just saw this man watching his ally beat someone up now he's right here right now?!

"Heh.. same goes to you..! yeah.." you spoke nervously, "I apologize for disturbing your eating session, I just wanted to greet Y/N here." you glanced at your lover who had their face expression still in shock, "U-um, that's too nice of you Giogio! you didn't have to.." you lightly chuckled, "Well have a nice afternoon Signore and Signoras, and Y/N." he gazed right in your eyes when he said your name, both of you had a moment of eyes locked to each other and you immediately broke it off, before Giorno could leave your table he whispered something to your lover's ear and your lover nodded in response. Giorno finally leaving your table you felt a bit relieved, a bit relieved because he was actually going to eat in this restaurant too, you quickly finished your food and told the others that you were going to wait outside in the vehicle, you felt so uncomfortable in that restaurant, you felt like Giorno was watching you while you sat there eating in a haste, it just made you want to vomit everything out of your stomach. You rubbed your temples out of distress but your lover soon came out of the restaurant a while after you, he walked over to your side and stood there silently, his face looked blank which made you worried, "Are you alright darling?" you asked placing your hand on his shoulder, your lover sighed and nodded, you were for sure your lover wasn't okay- trying to find the reason why he wasn't, you recalled of Giorno's whisper to him, "Did Giorno say something to you?" you saw your lover's eyes widen, "No no- nothing bad at all, just something is running in my mind that's all." your lover responded, "Okay.." you went back to standing idly while leaning on the vehicle, waiting for the visitors to finish eating they finally came out and you and your lover went back in action.

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You and your lover finally finished another day of touring the tourists, you laid back on the couch while watching the television while your lover was taking a shower, He told you that he had something to show you, you looked at the clock hanging on the wall seeing it was 7pm, what could he be showing this night? Maybe a date night? Some flowers and romantic music in the background, while candles surround the table and a prepared meal on the tabl- you heard a door click, turning your head revealed your lover dressed up, you sat up and asked him, "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise darling." your lover responded, you stood up approached him- wrapping your arms around his and both of you went out.

While walking you kept asking him out of curiosity where you both were going but he still refused to answer, you badly wanted to know as curiosity kept poking you, "Pleaseeee can I know now?" you pleaded, "Nopeee~" your lover teased, you sulked as he said his last no, your lover chuckled knowing you were now in a bad temper but as he patted your head you completely changed your mood, you loved your lover dearly so you couldn't stay mad at him. You both suddenly stopped in your tracks, you noticed and looked towards where you both stopped on- and there you saw what you imagined of, the romantic set up- roses everywhere, table on the food, candles, the smell of aroma surrounding the whole place, this was so unexpected! You immediately blushed as soon as you saw this place, "Oh my.." your lover pulled out the fancy looking chair gesturing you to sit down, your heart fluttered and you accepted his offering- you sat down on the chair and he pushed the chair a bit as you sat down, "I love you- but the don gets what he wants.." your lover said, leaving you confused shock- what did he mean by that? Don gets what he wants? What?! "Don Giovanna, she's here now." in the darkness towards you a person walked out, revealing one and only Giorno Giovanna. Instantly your heart dropped, you froze in your seat not daring to break an eye contact on Giorno's form, "Thank you, you're a very loyal one." Giorno spoke to your lover, he soon switched his eyes to you, making your legs tremble from sheer terror.

"D-Darling.. what's he doing here..?" you were stuttering on your words, even your lips were trembling from fear too, "Oh they haven't told you?" Giorno scoffed, "How about I'll explain it all, shall I?" You didn't respond, only silence spoke for you, "Let's say your so called lover, is a loyal member of my mob, anyone in my mob listens to what I order." you turned your head to your lover who stood from afar looking down on the ground, "He's my boss, I have to listen to what he wants- I already pledged my loyalty to him." your lover suddenly spoke, "See?" Giorno chuckled, Giorno approaches you and gently took your hand and lifted it up to kiss the back of your hand, "And I am here to claim what's mine."Giorno said as he kissed your hand, he pulled out a mask and covered it on his face and you saw that your lover did so too, you were so confused and lost, what's happening? You felt so dizzy- and sleepy, "Slee p well princess.." Giorno hummed, you saw smoke filling the place and soon leaving you to black out.

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You woken up feeling unconscious, you felt something silky under you- you rubbed your legs on it and looking down below was a silky sheet all over a massive bed you laid on, the bed looked like it was king sized. You sat up lost in words, in front of you displayed a massive mirror. You saw what you were wearing- you were wearing a two piece pure white colored lacy lingerie. You heard the door click open revealing of a woman who opened the door, "She's awake Don Giovanna." hearing his name once again your heartbeat raced, Giorno entered the room with a black robe and his hair flowing on his shoulders. As soon as he entered the woman closed the door, leaving only you and Giorno in the room, "You may wonder why you're here.." Giorno slowly approached you while untying his robe, "I'll give you the answer for that." Giorno's robe drops to the ground revealing his naked body towards you, you quickly tried to back off but just as before you were going to move you were stopped by vines tied on both of your wrist- making you unable to move, "Please don't move mio cara, this is what fate brought to me, to both of us." you struggled on trying to snap off the vines, pulling it as hard as you could but it didn't work, Giorno climbed on the bed reaching to your struggling form- he touched your lap catching your attention to him, "Please let me go..!" these vines were unbelievably strong, you didn't have time to think where the hell did these came from but you wanted to focus on getting out, Giorno's hand climbed in your inner thigh- instantly closing your inner thigh he stopped the your other thigh from closing with his other hand, both of your legs opened with Giorno's strength to separating them.

"Look how wet you are Cara, your juices are already staining from those panties.." Giorno said, before you could kick him another pair of vines tied your ankles, "Please stop..!" you cried out, Giorno ripped off your panties with his bare hands, revealing your tight wet pussy right in front of his face, Giorno smirked at you and he spitted his saliva on your cunt, he planted his dick on your pussy and started to grind on it before entering, Giorno wanted to tease you for a moment- wanting lust to enter you while his dick was rock hard on your pussy, his cock rubbing your clit then smacking it with his cock- you made little whining noises while he teases you which he really loved to hear, you watched his cock play around your pussy- you could feel it was so hard right now, it was so big in your view that it made you thought that would that fit you? Would this be the death of you right now? "Mio cara, from now on you're mine." Giorno pushed his cock inside making you instantly moan loud, you wanted to close your legs but the vines that were holding you tight didn't budge, he started to thrust inside- making sure his cock fully dominates the insides of your pussy, you could hear small groans as he pushes his cock furtherly inside- experiencing a tight pussy for the first time Giorno couldn't imagine that, especially if it's actually fucking the person he's deadly in love right now.

His cock finally fully entered inside of you, your sweat trinkled on your face, your legs felt like shaking when Giorno's cock was entering, he started to thrust making him make a sharp hiss under his heavy breath, the pain in your pussy was extremely painful- you thought you could have your first time with your lover but taken away by a fucking psycho who kidnapped you. Giorno pounded on your pussy making you squint your eyes and moan in pain and pleasure- Fuck, your pussy was taking his cock perfectly- Giorno loved seeing your face like that, he could read that you were enjoying this even though pain can be felt during the sex, your voice made him excite the most, It was so angelic hearing your moans because of him, his cock making you moan so loud oh how he enjoys it, he wanted to hear more of your voice as you were already his. Giorno made more pounds in your pussy, your juices already being a lube for his cock- "Good girl.. you're little pussy is so perfect for my cock.." Giorno said while pounding you, hearing his huffs each pound he had to do all you could do was moan, you felt so disgusted for yourself- moaning because of this bastard giving you so much pleasure, Giorno started to pound faster making your turn backwards from all that pounding, sloppy sounds filled the room, moans, groans, heavy breathing touched your skin giving you goosebumps, "F-Fuck.." Giorno held both of your thighs tightly, thrusting deeper he shot out his cum inside- making sure you were so filled up with his cum inside of you, you arched your back from orgasm- you could feel his warm cum stirring inside.

Panting from tiredness you were suddenly released from the vines, shit.. just when you were tired you're released? Well as exactly the Don himself planned- seeing you all tired with that sexy lingerie you wore made him so turned on, with your form resting on the bed he raised your other leg extending open your wet pussy filled with him cum- instead of fucking your pussy again he inserted his cock inside of your ass hole, making you flinch because of how fast he had inserted his cock inside, feeling it was so hard he started to thrust again, you made whining moaning noises as he started to pound your hole, he watched both of your breast bounce with each pound did- he wanted to see how much your breasts could bounce from his pounding- he placed your leg on his shoulder and shifted his upper body lower to yours, he gripped the sheets hard and used all his strength to pound your hole, you made such loud high-pitched ah noises with his strength of fucking you, Giorno knew he was doing great in fucking you by the ass- your ass cheeks jiggling whenever he thrusted so hard, you gritted your teeth because of how big his cock was, it feels so good when it hurts so bad, you ended up gripping the sheets to as if you were holding on for dear life- Giorno's cock started to pace faster than before, making you even moan and groan at the same time, fuck his cock made you crazy- his pounds were always so hard and aggressive, he wanted to make sure you could feel what he's feeling right now, Giorno is pouring out all the love he grew for you ever since, he couldn't stop thinking about you that day- he had to make you his, "Cara I love you so much.." Giorno said following another groan, with one last thrust his seed enters and fills your hole once again, you made the longest moan you couldn't ever imagine- orgasm had you all crazy, he pulled his cock out seeing it was still hard, "You're my darling now." Giorno leaned over and removed the strand of hair on your face and kissed your forehead. From this moment, you had no choice but submit yourself to him.

[mrsgiovanna]

Where the spider lillies bloomed (Yan!Don Giovanna x Fem!Reader)

This idea has been floating around in my head for a while so I decided to finally finish this. MINORS DNI this is mature content.

WC: 3.3k

Tw: yandere behaviour, imprisonment, mentions of Giorno's childhood, implied collaring

“Just clarify one thing for me, won’t you? Why? Has my kindness and generosity not been enough?” asked Giorno from the opposite side of the car. The much too gentle timbre of his voice was betrayed by the flames in his jade eyes. Kindness and generosity, you had to bite your tongue to prevent you from audibly scoffing at the statement and landing yourself in an even worse situation than you had found yourself in.

This was unchartered territory, and you were unsure of how to proceed. You had attempted to escape a handful of times towards the beginning of your “arrival” at the Don’s imposing mansion. Minor transgressions tesorina he would say in that calm, even voice. In the beginning you appreciated the fact that he was… kind? At least it meant you would be safe while you waited for an opening to escape. Those opportunities had come altogether too rarely, and in the last attempt, you had barely made it ten meters outside of the Villa before you narrowly dodged a glowing bullet fired by his underboss, whom you later learned was called Mista. If there was ever a doubt in your mind of the true nature of Giorno’s wrath, it had been corrected in that moment. Between dragging you back to your room and hurling low-voiced curses at Mista, that was the most aggressive you had seen him. It had terrified you and Giorno had left you to reflect on your actions for a week before even looking at you again, let alone allowing you outside of your living space.

Following that transgression, there was a period of calm in the villa. You were biding your time and behaving yourself, your plan was foolproof, and you cursed yourself for not using your gifts more efficiently from the beginning. This was a war of patience and manipulation. You could never hope to beat him using force or street smarts, he unfortunately had you bested in both of those avenues… the one thing that could skew the odds in your favor was glaring at you all along, evident in his eyes and his smile and the way he had touched you- his affection for you.

Months and months of planning… acting… allowing him to have his way with you and pretending to enjoy it… well, half-pretend, you were human after all and he was fulfilling a carnal desire… perhaps more than that, he was the most unselfish lover you had had, and if it weren't for his overbearing nature and need for control, it would have been a good relationship… perhaps… you shook away those thoughts and contemplated your current predicament. Playing on his affections would get you nowhere this time, that ship had sailed and he was furious. To the untrained eye, he might have looked mildly annoyed, but after months of staring at him you had learnt to decode the tiny nuances in his behavior, his anger was the quiet kind, the kind that stirred storms in his eyes and squared off his jaw, clenched his elegant fingers until his knuckles turned white.

The Villa that you had escaped from was not the one you had returned to. Two, perhaps three hours at most, that's how long you had been away before Giorno had intercepted your route, but the people you had grown accustomed to had all been replaced, there was not one familiar face aside from Giorno's, and even that looked foreign to you at that moment.

"Where are you going bella?" He called out, using the epithet out of habit more than anything else. Your slumped shoulders straightened as you replied that you were going back to your room without fully turning around to look at him.

"Then you're going the wrong way. Come." Your heart beat slower and blood ran colder as you realized you were being led towards Giorno's own room.

Fighting the hoarseness in your throat, you choked out a few words. "Isn't this your room?"

"It's our room now… it's clear you need a little more attention than I initially thought," Giorno answered in his usual tone, the one you had become accustomed to.

He's calmer… perhaps this wasn't as bad you thought as you tried to keep up with his long strides. You were somewhat relieved to see that your new dwelling was not his own but the room adjoining his, you were on edge again however when you saw that none of the doors could be locked from the inside. Still looking at you with a disdainful stare, he left you alone, he no longer held any illusions about your propensity to run and deadbolted the heavy oak door from the outside before you heard his footsteps fade away.

Finally you thought, as you shrugged off your coat and flung yourself on the bed. You needed time-to think, to formulate a new plan, to try and see who among his new staff would be able to aid in you attaining your freedom… the futility of it all stung at your eyes and fell down your face. Cursing the day you caught his eye you curled yourself up as small as you could as if the action alone would make you disappear and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Giorno had been meandering about the villa, unsure of what he was actually searching for, his eyes roamed from corner to corner, possibly searching for weaknesses that you would want to exploit. He had always recognized your brilliance, it was one of the things that caught his eye in the first place. His eyes fell upon the spider lilies that grew in various spots near the purple wisteria trees in the garden. They represented the few peaceful memories of the time he had spent in his home country. A time when Giorno had existed as Haruno. He vaguely recalled playing in and amongst the flora, he couldn't understand it but the flowers seemed brighter when he was around, almost happier for his existence. It was more than he could say for the people in his life, and he had learned early on to know his place and when to venture beyond that. Even though he had had his foundations there, he was always painfully different to everyone else. His real trials came disguised as his mother's new lover.

Of all the men who had come and gone, this one had remained as a cursed fixture that saw him uprooted from his life in Japan, and transplanted to the harsher terrain in Italy. Giorno’s, or rather, Haruno’s peers in Naples were unforgiving, his stepfather transformed into a monster worse than he could have ever expected him to be and life had descended into an insufferable chaos that seemingly presented no respite… until the fateful day that changed the course of his life forever, and showed him the value of having power. In order to protect, one needed influence… and so while his peers sought to polish their football skills to attract the attention of a few scouts, Giorno chose a darker path, an ambitious dream that would see him control so much more than he thought he would. Over his years in school, his appearance changed drastically as did his name, and as such Haruno Shiobana had been replaced by Giorno Giovanna. Everyone seemed to know of him, but he still guarded himself carefully, hiding behind his polite speech and overall charm, his demeanor had put everyone around him at ease and allowed him to engage in his brand of income generation.

Allies gained and almost immediately lost, his ascension to power was almost instant and within a week, his life had been turned upside down. It felt like another lifetime, but years of hard work, clever maneuvers and sacrifice had seen Giorno turn the organization, and the whole of Italy on its head. Finally, he had what he had dreamed of, the streets were clean and his organization was still as profitable as ever. He had even connected with his relatives who had shed some light on his unique lineage and sought his counsel with regards to the nuances of requiem stands. His life should have felt full, yet there was a loneliness that clung to him. Solitude was one thing, and Giorno had no problem being in his own company, but in recent times, he had felt a longing for companionship, a feeling he was unaccustomed to. He was aware of his position, and the dangers that it brought, so when he had come across you, in all your carefree splendor, he was faced with the biggest moral dilemma of his life.

And there he stood, rooted to the spot overlooking his garden, the duality of his character glaring at him through each spiderlily and wisteria blossom. The symbols of death and longevity side by side creating a beautiful landscape that only he could properly decipher served as the perfect image to focus on while he thought about his “relationship” with you.

To Giorno, you appeared like the first sunshine after a storm, shedding light on the damage and slowly drying up the rain. Your sunny disposition had revealed the cracks in his psyche and the more time you had spent with him, the more he had begun to heal from things he hadn't even realized were wounds to begin with. Your presence in his life had evolved from being something that he coveted and cherished, to an absolute necessity. He could feel himself slipping, teetering near the precipice of something dark and irreversible. The more he denied giving into those thoughts the more intensely they beckoned to him, until they were no longer white noise in the back of his mind, but rather, the monolog that drowned out everything else. The more he dwelled upon his plans, the more sense they made… and just like that, the teetering had become a free fall over the edge- there was no return.

Discreetly… with a finesse that shocked even himself, he had seamlessly inserted himself into every facet of your life. Instructions masquerading as gentle suggestions, control exerted under the guise of care, his manipulation of you and those around you would be detected all too late for you to act upon. Always rationalizing his actions, it was your ill luck or the fact that your gods had all forsaken you that had seen Giorno's theories be proven as fact each and every time. From that point onward, your life had been one massive tug of war. Truth versus lies, rationality versus insanity…your head versus your heart… for all his faults, Giorno was always kind to you, if you had obeyed his requests and lived quietly within the confines of the villa, he had lavished you with more attention and gifts than you knew what to do with. You wondered though, how far would that kindness go? Where would his breaking point be? Was all his time and pretty baubles a fair trade for your freedom?

After a few hours, you had been roused from your sleep, waking up in the same position that you had fallen asleep in save for the soft fluffy blanket draped over your form. He must have been in here, you thought, eyes darting around the room searching for any more surprises. You had swung your legs off the bed and walked gingerly towards the ornate door, testing the handle on the off chance that Giorno had forgotten to lock it. An audible gasp left your lips when the door had swung open, the weight of the mahogany wood and gold accents had you stumbling forward. Perplexed, you warily walked down the hallway, navigating through the moonlit area, and found the door to his study ajar.

“(Y/n)?” Giorno’s voice was strained, tired and you could tell he was emotionally spent from the events of the day.

“I was just getting some water,” a lie- but you shocked yourself at the speed and ease at which the words tumbled out of your mouth. He had made eye contact with you from where he sat at his desk and beckoned for you to join him in his study. You walked slowly, feet dragging as if weighted by anchors and stood before his desk. His gaze had softened in the time you had been asleep, but you were still unable to read what was going on behind those emerald eyes. Giorno stood up, and gently led you to the couch that occupied the far end of his study. Many a night you had fallen asleep there while you waited for him to complete his work.

“Please sit, we need to talk…” you silently obeyed, still reeling from your failed attempt at escaping the villa you were unsure about where you stood with Giorno, and somewhat hopeful to hear the four words that people in normal relationships dreaded to hear- we need to talk… was this really it? Had you finally broken him? He occupied the spot next to you, leaving a small gap so he could face you. There would be no escaping his gaze no matter how hard you had tried.

“To say that I’m disappointed is an understatement… I suppose, I have to share some of the blame in that regard, but I can’t have you running off like that again. Do you remember, (y/n), the first time you came here?”

“Feels like it was in a different lifetime…”

“Possibly because you have another life, a better one”

“New doesn’t always mean better,”

“In this case it does,” his voice was soft, small almost but his gaze was still sharp and made you feel uneasy. “You always try these stunts… and I’d love to know just what it is that you plan on escaping to?” he inched closer towards you, elegant in his movements like a panther stalking its prey.

"I'll have my freedom… I can make it on my own, anything is better than being a captive,"

"A captive? When will you realise that I'm keeping enemies out of our lives? Look at me," your unwillingness to hold his gaze had him gripping your face in his hand and turned you towards him.

"I… "

"You what?" His grip changed to a gentle caress, and your words were trapped in your throat. Feeling your resolve wane, he continued, "If only you knew… the number of times you came close to death… all because of me…"

"Lies, all you ever do is lie, you have-"

"You're right, I've lied to keep you out of harm's reach, deluded you into thinking you were safe, played the villain in your little tragedy, but it ends here, you need to know, all I've ever done was out of love for you. I…" you thought your ears had betrayed you when you heard the slight crack in his voice, but his eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, had proven it to be true. Against your better judgment you gripped his hand and leaned a bit closer.

Perhaps you had been misreading the situation, but you had found yourself at odds with your mind and cursed the uncertainty he bred within you. His thumb had ghosted over your lips and before long his mouth had met yours, you could taste the cognac on his tongue and knew he must have been under immense pressure to swop out his usual sauvignon blanc for this. Neither of you had wanted to break away but had to, ragged breaths filling the silence. Giorno had slowly pushed you down so that you were lying on the plush couch that occupied his study, his form towering over you, lustful eyes devouring you. It had been so long since you had seen the don like this, but you suddenly remembered why you had always slipped into a false sense of safety. He didn't give you any time to contemplate further as he made quick work of disrobing you, leaving a trail of marks down your body. It had been so long, you were both pent up and frustrated, and he knew what to do and say to subjugate you any day so it was pointless to chastise yourself for the way in which your body heeded his every command, verbal and otherwise.

Giorno smirked when he saw your arousal, dipping his fingers into you, you were already clenching around his digits as he tried to stretch you out as much as possible to take him in his entirety. He was so taken with the little sounds and lewd faces you made from his fingers alone that he wanted you to realise the only person who could make you feel this good was him. And so he teased at you, swapping between his fingers and his face as he brought you to the verge of your high only to retract himself time and time again.

"Who do you belong to, tesoro?" he asked between hisses from you raking your fingernails down his arms leaving red trails in their wake. Mock sympathy dripped from his words just like your slick dripped out of you, when finally, he had broken your resolve.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, only you!"

"Who?"

"You, Giogio, please, I need you, I'm yours" you choked between sobs, he almost felt bad, but hearing you address him like that was music to his ears. Liberating himself of his clothes, he threw your shaky legs over his shoulders, lining himself up with your entrance before sheathing himself entirely inside you in one movement. No amount of preparation had you ready for that as you saw stars when you felt him hit your cervix. He waited for you to adjust before slowly starting to move, increasing his pace the closer he got.

"S- so close , I'm gonna-"

You looked so beautiful, lips parted, in the throes of passion, your velvety walls felt like heaven clenching around him as he swallowed your moans and incoherent sentences with passionate kisses. He knew he was close too.

"Cum for me bella," his voice was low and muffled as he spoke into the soft skin of your neck, and almost on command you had been pushed over the edge, tears clouding your vision, euphoria clouding your thoughts. Feeling your warmth on him tipped him over the edge too, his golden hair curtaining your face as your ragged breaths mixed with his own. He could feel your walls continue to flutter around him, milking every last drop he had to give you. Giorno held you close while you rode out your high, before carrying you to his bedroom to run you both a bath.

Your thoughts started to clear as you heard the water running and rose on wobbly legs to get a look at yourself in the mirror, and as expected, faint bruises had littered your skin, but the thing that caught your attention was the sparkly diamond choker adorning your neck, unsure of when or how he had placed it on you.

"Do you like it?" Giorno's arms wrapped around you from behind, as he spoke into the shell of your ear.

"It's beautiful…" you reached up to find the clasp, and asked him to help you take it off before you got into the bath with him. Caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, he couldn't help but smile at your naivety, "Bella, that's never coming off… the attachment to remove that is imbedded into this ring…" he explained, lifting up the hand that he wore the passione crest ring on, he continued, "it's quite apt don't you think? Now there's a piece of you with me and a piece of me with you… I'll always be able to tell where you are…" it really was as you had mindlessly cried out before… you had belonged to him, just as he had intended all along.

[mylovekilled]

WEAK |

weak; lacking the power to perform physically demanding tasks; lacking physical strength and energy.

/wēk/

“you weaken me”| yandere Giorno

“drink you”| Pt2.