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𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥’𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 — 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!!reader, dark!fic, noncon, sloppy face fucking, size kink, reader is jojo’s girl so forced infidelity, throat barrier pop, bulge / distension, dio’s mean mean, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3
“Come now, I thought I told you to breathe through your nose.” Dio chuckled, watching you thrash. you were in the most compromising position imaginable, and stripped of not only your clothes but all of your dignity, too. “You’ll simply keep choking if you don’t.”
your hands press against his bare abdomen, icy to the touch, and you gag, the fat head of his cock swollen and prodding the back of your throat. with all your strength, you try to push him back, blindly. because of your inverted position, your head hanging helplessly off the edge of the table, globs of drool and cum have traveled over your cheeks and glue your eyelashes together. they coat the roots of your hair and drip on to the stone floor below you. you keep your eyes closed to keep the cocktail from blinding you completely, but the deprivation of your sight isn’t ideal— you can’t tell how deep he’s going to try and force his manhood into your mouth the next time he bucks his wild hips.
when you slap against his rigid abs in protest, gurgling out a weak plea, Dio chuckles, and both massive hands take hold of your wrists, which are frail and breakable in comparison. “What’s that, love?” he teases with a wicked grin, “Young ladies shouldn’t try to talk with their mouths full.” your brows knit together, and you attempt to jerk your hands free, but his grip tightens to the point of nearly fracturing your fragile bones and you yelp, clenching your fists. “But, I suppose Jojo is lenient on you, isn’t he?” switching to grip your wrists together in one, massive fist, his now free hand rests against your throat. with a slow push of his hips forward, you can feel his cock threatening to dip into your throat and you panic, pushing your tongue to bunch it up at the back of your throat and try to force him out, but he simply sighs, “He must be. He spoils you, yes? I can tell he’s too soft. You have absolutely no inkling of an idea of how to act.” taking a moment, he shifts on his feet, adjusting his angle, and his girth stretches your cheek to almost painful proportions, eliciting a hapless whine from you beneath him. “But don’t you worry, love.” he croons, wickedly. “I’ll teach you some manners. I’ll train this pretty, little throat the right way. By popping that pesky, little barrier of yours.”
this new angle ensures that his thickness pins your tongue to the floor of your cavern, so he can slide back more easily. regardless of how you struggle, desperately trying to pull your arms free, and kicking your feet, it was ultimately impossible to avoid the pop. you can feel it when it happens, a sickening snap, and your eyes open wide— you’d never felt anything like it before. one, forceful thrust of his hips and Dio forces your throat to open up and accommodate more than it ever should.
“There, we go.” Dio grunts in approval when the shape of his cock bulges out from your neck against his palm, “Just take it. Take it like a good girl.” you were whimpering, helpless, and arching your back off the table. warning sirens blared endless in your mind. it’s more than you can handle. it’s so much more than you can handle. but Dio didn’t seem to even notice, because the villain was already falling into a brutal rhythm of deep rutting, gripping the imprint of his cock and squeezing your neck at the same time— stroking himself from the other side. you want to gag, to reject the impossible size, but you only choke on him, slurring squalls for mercy, screaming that you can’t breathe.
“You truly are spoiled rotten.” he grunts, finding your limit by pushing as deep as he can go. your lips smash against his base, oozing spit and his precum from either side of your taut couplet, then he pumps there, rocking his hips to batter your throat, and you cluck each time, hands balled into tight fists and eyes closed tight. “Crying about it already?” teasing, his hand rubs against the shape of his cock a few moments longer, before it careens downward to squeeze your naked breast and clamp the tender bud between his thumb and forefinger, tugging on the nipple, hard, until you squirm and whine. “Is it too much for you, love? Too big?” you nod, your chest rising and falling with a desperation for a break, for him to let you breathe and for the sensation of his cock jabbing the depths of your gullet and prodding against your skin to simply end. but Dio laughs again. “If you thought it barely fit in your throat, just wait until I force every inch into your pretty, little pussy.”
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