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— YOSHIKAGE KIRA X FEM READER SMUT IMAGINE

— MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+ ONLY

— SUMMARY: Based on the song, "The Red Means I Love You," by Madds Buckley—Yoshikage Kira finds himself disturbed by the new neighbor in town. After being able to see through her window every night, he finds himself unable to sleep, which angers him, so, he seeks to solve the problem himself.

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— WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT! Non-con/rape, gagging, rope bondage, stalking, yandere elements, dismemberment, murder, exploding body, graphic descriptions of (canon-typical) violence and blood, light necrophilia (he fucks a dead hand). Reader also has a few glasses of wine but is not portrayed as drunk, and she also eats steak.

Yoshikage Kira does not wake up fatigued.

Every evening, he arrives home by eight o'clock, drinks a warm glass of milk, and does twenty minutes of stretching before he goes to sleep, and at the latest is in bed by eleven o'clock.

He goes to sleep like a baby and wakes up in the morning with no fatigue.

Except, these last few days, he had been waking up with fatigue.

It angered him, not knowing the cause. He'd wake up with stiff shoulders, a sore back, and eyes heavy before he would drag his feet to eat breakfast and go to his job.

In fact, it angered him so much that he started skewing his schedule to see if that was the issue. He started going to sleep at ten o'clock to see if that would fix it, but no, he would still wake up with fatigue.

When he still felt fatigued after several days of this occurring, he went to the doctor to see if he was alright. The doctor told him he was perfectly healthy, but told Yoshikage Kira that he should try to get more sleep.

This, of course, brought on the determination to find the source of the cause and eliminate it.

One night, before he went to bed, he sat down with his warm glass of milk at his dinner table and began to ponder what could be causing this sudden change.

His schedule had remained the same, no doubt about that. Work had remained the same—it was almost comical how redundant it was. His neighborhood is quiet. His-

No.

No, it wasn't.

His neighborhood was in fact, not quiet.

On the way to work every morning, during his quiet walk where he would usually hear nothing but the birds sing, he would see you, his new neighbor leaving your house.

You moved in last week, and every morning on his way to work he would see you walking the opposite way he was heading, so of course, he was subjected to seeing your face every single morning.

Normally, this wouldn't be an issue for him. Except, this time, he enjoyed seeing your face, and that posed a problem for him.

If he enjoyed seeing your face, and it led to his fatigue, then he would have to get rid of something to solve the problem. He supposed that he would simply have to get rid of you, in order to solve these sleepless nights.

With that, Yoshikage Kira nods to himself, knowing what he has to do. He finishes up his glass of milk and does his twenty minutes of stretching before heading to bed.

The next few days were hard on Kira. Originally, he had planned to spend the next few days carefully planning the ways to lure you in so he could eliminate you, but each night before he could fall asleep, he'd see your figure through his window at night.

His eyes would linger over the silhouette of you in the soft orange lighting of your bedroom. Your body would appear and disappear through your window, going back and forth deciding about what you want to wear to bed that night, or what you want to wear before going out with your girlfriends.

While crawling into bed, he would feel his throat drying up as he watched your hands travel over your body, smoothing out the fabric that clung to the soft curves of your silhouette. He'd adjust the collar to his silk night pajamas and clear his throat, still paying specific attention to how your hands move over your body.

To make matters worse, he could feel his cock twitch underneath his underwear as his mind rambled with thoughts on how to deal with you, or, better put, this disturbance that keeps showing off in the house down next to him.

Maybe he'd lure you in for a nice dinner, expressing how gorgeous you are during the entire evening, and maybe he'd get you into his bed if he served you enough wine to make you a little bit easier to convince.

Yes... That is how he'll lure you in. He makes the decision and rolls over to go to sleep, sleeping soundly for what feels like the first time in a long time.

The next week, he moves carefully. He is thoughtful, and conniving. His words are sweet like honey, and they lure you in like a bear to the comb, so, he "accidentally" runs into you one morning on his way to work. He's quick to introduce himself.

"Ah, you're the neighbor who just moved in, correct?" He takes your hand and gently squeezes it. He makes a note of how soft they feel and he gently runs a smooth thumb over the back of it.

"Yes, I am," You say, and you introduce yourself along with your name.

Her voice... how sweet... He thinks to himself, and he politely bows his head.

"Well, good morning, my name is Yoshikage Kira. A pleasure to meet you. I live just there if you need anything." He nods his head toward the house in the corner.

His eyes catch the small, genuine smile that adorns your face, and from that moment onward, he knows he's locked in.

From then on, he recognized your schedule quite quickly. It's easy to catch up to you, to bump into you, to find easy ways to make conversation with you—he has you in his hands. You're nothing but a mouse to a cat's claws in his eyes, and he's planning to pounce.

His plans come to fruition when he finally has you dangling over his mouth, caught by your tail when he invites you to have dinner over at his house, as a date. He's so gentlemanly when he asks, and of course, his usual attire in his suit is ever so easy on the eyes, so you're quick to say yes.

You didn't think anything could go wrong. In fact, you assumed that this was nothing more than perfect. He's single, he's your age, he's nice, and he's your neighbor—it just made perfect sense to go out with him, so when you agree to dinner, and when you sit down in front of him, you can't help but feel so giddy about how well your love life seems to be moving now.

"So? What do you do for work?" You ask in that sweet voice of yours, which makes his chest tense. Kira clears his throat as if to distract himself from the rampaging thoughts inside his head so he can continue his plan without a hitch. He offers you a warm smile and opens a bottle of wine with a pop before he pours the red liquid into your glass.

"I'm a salesman," he replies and then fills his glass of wine. He looks over at you once he finishes pouring his glass, and notices you swirling the red liquid around in the glass. He's intrigued, and he chuckles as he sits down across from you, grabbing his own glass of wine. "And you? I suppose you must be some professional wine connoisseur," he says, forcing a smile as he takes in the intriguing, yet sickening sight in front of him as you now take a whiff of the wine. Normally, he wouldn't be bothered by someone tasting the wine as such, but because of the fact that it was you, he felt repulsed. Everything you did was repulsive—even showing up in this hideous silk, red dress that hugged your waist, with fabric long enough to embrace your calves, and with a cut low enough to expose your cleavage, was so repulsive that it made his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his pants. Nevertheless, he kept this warm demeanor on his face so he wouldn't act too rash too soon.

"Oh stop," you say with a giggle as you cut into the steak in front of you. Kira forces another smile when you giggle playfully, and as you cut into the steak. "No, I'm not, although I'd love to be a professional wine connoisseur one day, but..." You let out a dreary sigh. "...I'm just a manager in the shopping mall downtown." You chew on your steak and then take a sip of wine, and Kira sees a surprised look on your face once you swallow the wine.

"I didn't realize this wine would pair so well with this steak..." You say with a smile as you take another sip.

Kira has to take another deep breath before replying to you. He hates being so close to you, finding your smile almost intoxicating. He knew he couldn't last much longer at the table, so he makes the decision to hurry things up.

"Oh, really? I'm pleased that you find it so pleasant on the palate," Kira replies warmly before he finally turns to cut into his own steak. His eyes wander over your body once more, his eyes linger on your hands decorated with jewelry and fingernails painted with a French tip, and he quickly averts his gaze to the wine bottle placed before him, once he feels his cock quickly rush with blood.

Kira then grabs the bottle of wine, refills your halfway-empty glass, and then places it back onto the table. Then, dinner resumes, going off without a hitch, his eyes keenly watching that glass of yours as you drink so he can refill it whenever it gets halfway empty as dinner continues.

Under his unassuming gaze, Kira watches you like a hawk. With eyes sharper than a razorblade, he makes sure he doesn't miss a beat in this conversation, watching for any moment he could catch you in his talons.

"Sorry, forgive me, but I need to use the restroom," you say, wiping your mouth with a napkin before standing up and grabbing your pocketbook. You give him an unsure look, and he knows instantly that you don't know where the restroom is.

Finally. He's gripping you tightly now in his sharp claws, and he stands up, wiping his mouth off as well before placing the napkin down on the table.

"Oh! Let me show you where the bathroom is. I apologize for not giving you a tour earlier of my home," he says, and gestures for you to follow him, which you do.

You follow him down a long hallway, your eyes wander to the decorations around you, taking notice of how neatly placed everything is and how dust-free it is.

"You have a lovely home," you mention as you follow Kira, and you notice him turn his head to look at you briefly with an amused look on his face.

"Why, thank you," he says plainly, and soon he stops in front of a door at the end of the long hallway, and you stop and watch as he brings his hand up to twist on the golden doorknob in front of him, and he steps into the room to let you inside. You go inside and notice you're inside the bedroom, but your confusion suddenly falters when you see the master bathroom connected to the room. You bow your head, thanking him.

"Of course. I'll just be sitting at the dining table whenever you finish up. You can find your way back, correct?" He asks, and you don't miss the warm smile that graces his face as he grips the handle on the door.

You nod and offer a warm smile back, feeling your face flush with warmth as he gives you that smile you've loved all evening. "Yes, I'll be okay."

With that, you shut the door, and then you hear the door shut to Kira's room. You sigh, feeling good that he returned to the dining room so you can use the restroom peacefully without worrying that he can hear you pee. As you move to use the restroom and sit down on the toilet, your heart pounds in your chest, considering how well tonight has progressed. Yoshikage Kira certainly seemed to be such a good man as you took note of how he was constantly a gentleman and consistently listened to you, asking questions about your life once you began talking about it.

You sigh and finish up using the restroom, making sure to flush the toilet before you move over to the sink where you wash your hands, while you do, you smile to yourself, continuing to think about how amazing Yoshikage Kira has been, and, remembering the way he looked at you in your dress earlier at the table.

Once you finish washing your hands, you shut the water off. You open your pocketbook and take out your makeup kit to quickly powder your nose, but are stopped short when you suddenly hear a creak from the floorboards. You furrow your eyebrows and shut your powder-press before stuffing it into your pocketbook. You look down at the floor to make sure it wasn't you making that creaking noise, but, the floor is tile, which makes your heart pound in your chest, quicker than it was pounding earlier.

Maybe this house is old, you think to yourself, quickly trying to rationalize instead of being paranoid about some floorboards creaking. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, trying to calm your heart before you return to dinner with Yoshikage Kira. Then, slowly—once you feel relaxed—you open your eyes once again and smile before gripping the door handle.

You push the door open and step into the bedroom and you take a glance around the room to confirm your suspicions that there wasn't anyone there. You remain vigilant, standing a little stiff as your head swivels on a pike to look at every corner of the room. The room was a little dark considering it was nighttime now, but, as far as the eye could see, you couldn't make anything out that could potentially creep you out, so you let out another sigh, knowing you were safe. Now, with newly found confidence, you make your way toward the door to join your date.

Floorboards creak beneath your feet as you make your way toward the door—the familiar sound sends shivers down your spine—and when you stop to grab the handle, you notice a quick creaking sound come from the corner of the room.

You stand still, and your breath picks up again, frozen in place. You grip the handle tightly, and slowly you begin to turn it.

Creak.

Shit, you panic and quickly grab the handle and give it a yank to open the door, but the door doesn't budge. Shit, shit, shit, shit. You yank on it again, harder this time, and when the door still doesn't give, you throw your pocketbook down onto the ground, gripping the handle with both hands, giving it a harder pull. Your heart pounds in your chest and you breathe heavily as panic quickly rises, realizing the situation you're in.

You open your mouth to shout for help when suddenly you feel a pair of hands grip your waist from behind, causing your heart rate to soar. You shriek, but your sounds are quickly muffled when a cloth is shoved into your mouth, and a strong arm places you into a headlock, reducing you to a weak, choking mess as you try to shove the cloth out of your mouth with your tongue and as you beat your hands against the perpetrator's arm locked around your head, but the man is quick to push the cloth further into your mouth and he tightens his arm around your neck, making you suddenly lightheaded.

"Make a move, and I'll make this more painful for you than I originally intended it to be."

Your eyes widen, and you instantly feel like crying once you hear his voice. Your mouth instantly feels bone dry, and your legs go stiff once you realize whose voice it is.

Kira smirks to himself, and he hoists you up now so your body is pressed against him, pressing his hard cock against your backside. He groans, and his eyes narrow onto your helpless face, as you whimper weakly. He feels you breathing quickly, and he sighs contently at the sight, feeling a rush of victory course through his blood, knowing that he'll soon have peace and quiet once more once he gets rid of you.

"Now..." Once he notices you remain still, he slowly guides you over to his bed and lays you down on it, then, he slowly moves back. He watches you with piercing eyes, narrowed onto you like daggers as he admires his prize. "...Strip."

When you don't instantly make a move, he moves his hand to grab his cleaver from on top of his dresser, but when your eyes catch the glint of that shiny metal reflecting from the moonlight, you quickly move and kick off your heels, and then stand up to take off your dress. With shaky hands, you slide off the dress and let it fall onto the floor in a puddle around your feet. Then, you slowly step out of the dress from around your feet, and your hands move to the waistband of your panties, shedding the thin fabric quickly from your body, leaving you to wrap your arms around your torso protectively.

Kira's eyes rake over you once you remove your clothes, and he immediately scrutinizes your naked body. His cock strains against his pants as he takes in every single aspect of you, finally being able to see what lies beyond those curtains in your bedroom. His facial expression remains blank, but his eyes narrow when he unashamedly admires the curves of your breasts, the size of your nipples, and how they sit on that silky flesh; taking in the curve of your hips, and the angles that align and your pussy that sits between them; how your legs extend beneath your hips with beautiful, supple thighs, calves, and feet—but, those all fell short in comparison to your hands.

Along with your body, it was those hands that kept him up at night, staring longingly at your silhouette through the window. Those hands that he watched so carefully as they'd caress your own body as you'd get dressed, or how they'd play with the ends of your hair. Those hands that he stared at every time he shook them while greeting you whenever he bumped into you. Those hands that he couldn't remove his eyes off of at dinner.

He's obsessed, and now that he has you in front of him—standing like a Greek statue with your arms across your body, and shaking like a leaf—he can finally grab ahold of what rightfully belongs to him.

He takes another step in front of you until you can feel his warm breath brush against the skin on your neck. You whimper from the sheer amount of fear coursing through your body, standing still because your life depended on it. You shiver and your breath quickens when you suddenly feel his hands trace over the curvature of your hips; your panic spikes and you shriek when he harshly grips your hips and lifts you, throwing you onto the bed with your legs still dangling over the edge.

You quickly try to scramble back away from him, but he's fast—almost too fast for your liking as he rapidly moves on top of you—a strong arm pins your wrists above your head while the other makes a quick move to reach into his coat pocket to grab a rope. Your eyes widen at the rope, and you try to move away again but Kira plants a heavy foot onto your stomach to keep you from moving, but the action makes you yelp and causes you to gag on the cloth in your mouth. You whine, feeling so helpless under the sole of Kira's shoe, and by the strong grip of his hands he ties a harsh rope around your wrists, the spiny chord digging into your skin makes your eyes begin to water.

You look at him with hopeless eyes, begging, pleading for a shrivel of mercy as you squirm when he ties your wrists to the bedpost, hoping that maybe this man would change back into that kind gentleman you met all those weeks ago, but, you're quickly left with tears now flowing down your face when he stands back up, removing his coat and tossing it to the side before undoing his belt buckle and then his pants.

Once his cock is free, he groans and his head tilts back, feeling relieved since he's been holding in his boner for so long. He brings his hand down and strokes it to calm himself before he tilts his head back up to look at you. He feels his heart pound quickly in his chest as he looks at you, tied up, crying, and muffled with the cloth in your mouth. It was such a delicious sight, that made him feel unbeatable, knowing that he'd always get what he wanted, whether or not he had to pin his prey—he always won.

He approaches you once more and grips your legs harshly and wraps them around his waist, his eyes focused on your pussy in front of him. He takes his thumb and swipes over your folds to see if you're wet or not, and, to his shock, his eyebrows raise when he finds you to be wet. He chuckles lowly, and then grips his cock tightly with his tip leaking pre-cum.

"Hmm... seems like you don't have a problem with me doing this after all." He grins, and a long curl of his blonde hair falls in front of his face when he looks down at your face, shaking your head vigorously.

"Mmf! Nnn!" You try to squeal in protest, but the cloth is shoved too deep into your throat to even clearly speak a consonant.

He finds this amusing and ignores your pathetic attempts to refuse and brushes his thumb over the head of his cock before he slips inside you, letting out a low groan as he bottoms out. You squeal and buck your hips and begin to squirm in an attempt to get him out, but Kira furrows his eyebrows and quickly sets a rough, punishing pace that has his hips slapping against yours to get you to stop squirming, and, instantly, to his pleasure, your legs fall weak as you feel the brunt tip of his cock repeatedly punching that soft spot inside of you.

He groans with every thrust, not speaking once. No ounce of praise or even degradation. All that consumes his mind while fucking your soaking cunt are thoughts of obsession—obsessed with finally having you, crying as he takes your poor pussy.

He groans as his pace picks up, feeling close to his orgasm now, and you let out a muffled sob beneath him, your eyes flowing with tears as mascara runs down your face. He smirks, feeling gratified that he has you in such a vulnerable position, but, that gratification doesn't last long when you let out more grunts and look up at him with daggers in your eyes. He's amused once again, and chuckles, knowing that you're angry—furious, even��but before his amusement can last, you've somehow gained the strength to unlock your legs from around his waist which instantly slips out of Kira's hands given that he's shocked, and then you pull back your legs before kicking them onto Kira, directly into the stomach, making him quickly fall, and lurch over.

You huff, feeling slightly relieved that you have a little lee-way while Kira grovels on the floor in pain, so you work quickly to shimmy your hands out of the thorny rope. You whimper from how much it scrapes your hands, but with enough tugging, you manage to set one free.

Kira groans, and he holds his stomach when he finally stands back up. His eyes narrow once he sees you remove your hand from that rope, so he quickly marches over to you and lets out a wicked chuckle, knowing he'll have you in his bind again.

His hands reach out and grab ahold of your throat which makes your eyes pop out of your head and you gag, almost choking on the thick cloth in your throat. A smug smirk appears on Kira's face at the first sign of you struggling and then lets go of your throat with one hand and quickly grabs your other. He moans at the feeling of your hand in his, and then quickly places it around his dick.

"Please... do it for me, my sweet," he rasps, his lips curled into a sickening smirk when he doesn't even wait for you to respond as he grips your wrist tightly and makes it start to stroke his cock. He groans at the feeling, and you whimper with tears coming out of your eyes, feeling so hopeless. You swallow thickly, trying to unclasp your fingers from around his cock, however, you quickly regret it when Kira lets out a frustrated groan.

"Even when I ask nicely, you can't cooperate?! You bitch!" He yells, almost growling when he finally lets go of your throat and reaches for something off of his dresser. Panic quickly settles into your face when you recognize that reflection on that sharp blade, so you try to scramble away, but Kira's grip on your wrist that's placed around his cock is hard. Your eyes widen when he pulls the cleaver back and you let out the loudest scream you can possibly do with the cloth shoved in your throat when suddenly he brings the cleaver down, slicing through the bones in your wrist.

You scream and sob, clutching your dismembered arm immediately, wondering how everything has led up to this final moment.

How did your decisions in meeting Kira even lead up to here?

How could God even leave you to die like this?

Kira is seething as he watches you roll around on his bedspread, spewing blood all over his bedsheets. His eyes narrow once more, breathing heavily. He had to get rid of you, because not only were you disturbing his peaceful life, you were also spreading your nasty, disgusting, repulsive blood all over his freshly washed linens.

In a blind rage, Kira is quick to gain revenge.

"Killer Queen!"

His body is seething as he watches his Stand manifest before it quickly disappears after it touches you. Kira feels his nails grow and he digs them into his palms, feeling rage pent up in his body from your frustrating refusal and your blatant disregard for his belongings.

Tick.

Boom!

Within a split second, he watches the girl before him explode into a plume of fire and ashes, before withering away into nothingness.

He lets out a deep breath once he sees that you're gone, and he smiles to himself as his breathing relaxes.

He regains his posture after calming himself and looks down at his raging cock with your dismembered hand still wrapped around it.

"Oh... yes, my beauty..." He murmurs, as he grips the bleeding end of the hand and slowly begins to move the clutched hand around his cock, and slowly begins to thrust his hips into the hand.

"Yes... yes, finally... you and I, alone..."

He moans at the feeling from the hand, loving the death grip that's wrapped tightly around his leaking cock. His head falls back and his eyes flutter to a close as his cock throbs in those beautiful fingers. He moans, muttering more praise to the beautiful hand as he increases the pace of his hips thrusting into the beauty that lies before him.

Then, he finally feels a sense of happiness wash over him when his cock throbs once more, releasing his cum all over the hand.

He sighs, and he pulls the hand away. He brings it up to him so it's eye-level with him. He smiles at the cum-soaked hand that's still dripping blood at the wrist—and then grabs a nearby tissue from a tissue box to clean it up. He dabs it up gently.

"You did wonderfully... thank you for bringing me so much pleasure, darling," he says gently. Once he finishes cleaning it up, he smiles at his handiwork and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of the hand before bringing it up to caress his face. He nuzzles into it like a kitten to his mother.

"I love you." He smiles and nuzzles in again, repeating that phrase once more under his breath.

He sighs, feeling content once more.

With nothing to distract him from his sleep, he knew he could finally continue to resume his sleep schedule without feeling fatigued in the mornings.

#I don’t even fw the hand sandwich like that !!#but this was so fun to experience !!#reader had a BAD DAY

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working on part 2 to my raf fic hehehe >:) I would post a lil snippee but unfortch it would ruin the SURPRISE

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what had started out as a fun prank on your best friend for revenge ended with you completely at his mercy, unbeknownst to him.

picking up around the studio wasn’t something you did too often, considering it a breach of Rafayel’s privacy, but when you got there and he wasn’t home, you let yourself inside like you usually did. you were about an hour early, anyways. you hadn’t taken two steps when you stumble over a pile of crumpled sketch paper. you scrunched your brows as you gazed around your environment. scattered brushes, broken pencils, and a canvas half-painted in the middle of the floor. you sighed; perhaps Rafayel had hit a wall with his muse and had gone for a walk on the beach. the least you could do for him, you’d decided, was to clean up a bit. after all, a clean space is a productive space, right?

that was when you came across it, left carelessly on his bed, swaddled in a sea of white sheets and the comforter. you’d never seen one in real life until this moment, and at first you mistook it for a woman asleep in his bed with her butt sticking out of the blankets— but, it was fake. a plump, nearly life sized ass sitting atop the mattress.

does Rafayel really use something like this?

you found your cheeks heated up with embarrassment when you pictured him mounting it, both of his smooth palm against the cheeks, svelte digits digging into the silicone to spread it open wide enough for him to push inside…

shaking your head to snap yourself out of the fantasy, you look around, making sure no one was around to see you get lost in your own desire for him. “S—stupid.” you muttered to yourself, stepping closer to touch the fleshiest part of it. surprisingly soft, as soft as your own skin. your brow quirks, fingers sliding to the waistband of a pair of cerulean, lace panties that adorned the faux lower body. it seemed so strange to have clothes on something that was meant to stay hidden and used in private, as if the silicone slab had been laid out meticulously…

no, Rafayel didn’t use this for his own pleasure, you decided. this was a prank. an elaborate one, but one meant to fluster you when you came over.

he was such an ass!

“Oh yeah?” you challenge under your breath, grasping the panties and tugging them off of the toy, “You want to play games? I can play, too.” determined to outprank Rafayel, you toss the panties on the bed and stash the toy beneath the bed. it was surprisingly heavy, and made a splat when it hit the surface of the floor, you had to stifle a chuckle as just hilarious this was. you didn’t want him to win, even if he wasn’t there to see it. quickly unbuttoning your pants, you discard them and the panties you were wearing, kicking them under the bed, too. then, you grab the cerulean lace and pull them on— perfect fit! you took a moment to glance in a nearby mirror, turning slightly. your ass had a similar curve and complexion, and you hoped it was enough to fool him, at least long enough for you to scare him when he least expected it. then, you climb into the bed, scrupulous as you nest your top half under a pile of blankets, the pillows resting on the top of your shoulders to hide your head. there was also the issue with your legs. it took a great amount of wrapping sheets around your thighs as you kick and squirm, before you’re finally perfectly positioned— identical to the way he’d left the fake ass, your own sticks out as if inviting him, as you wait for him to return.

at first, it had been difficult to keep yourself from jittering, too excited to see the look on his face when you jump out, effectively one-upping his lewd joke. but, as the minutes ticked on, with your entire body hidden within his bedding, you’d started to sweat, breathing in the dense air trapped under the pillows with you, and you had to readjust several times. it took so long that you were just about to give up on the prank and unbury yourself, before you heard the door open.

showtime.

you felt knots of excitement tying themselves together in your belly as you willed yourself to be as still as possible, and appear as the lifeless, silicone toy.

you could hear him moving about the studio, sighing, and your heart was starting to beat faster in your ears— you hoped that he would hurry to his room, so you could reveal yourself soon, and you could get out from under this suffocating duvet.

when he’d stepped into the bedroom, you hear the door close behind him, and you have to physically keep yourself from kicking your feet in excitement. it was almost time to scare the living daylights out of your best friend. your muscles tighten, ready to jump up, but a sound abruptly stops you.

a zipper.

you freeze, listening silently to the sound of rusting fabric. soft thuds as he kicked out of his shoes, and a whoosh that follows towards the floor.

was he undressing?

your eyes widen only when you hear a heavy breath, followed by the click of a cap. squeezing, then a low moan coming from behind you. it was Rafayel. your eyes widen. you’d never heard such a sound from his mouth, and you had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. the subtle skin slapping that started slow, but sped up shortly after, his breath getting heavier simultaneously. you realized how wrong it was to hear Rafayel pleasuring himself, especially when he didn’t know that you were there. you should really say something, open your mouth and let him know that he wasn’t alone, but when your lips parted, you couldn’t force any sound from it. you were too stunned by these sounds to give him any kind of warning. you listen, mouth agape and eyes big, staring into the headboard of his bed as he takes a few steps towards the foot of it. your mind races, realizing that he had not placed the toy on his bed for you to find it—

this had not been a toilet-humor prank that he was putting together. he simply hadn’t had the time to hide his private toys before you stumbled upon them.

to solidify this revelation, you feel one hand tracing over the shape of your ass. his fingers were warm and slick, and you nearly gasped, sealing your lips just in time for his digits to curl around the panties and tug on them, inching down your thighs. he would definitely discover you were disguising yourself as the toy when he couldn’t take them all the way off, and that thought was equally humiliating and comforting. you didn’t exactly love the idea of him finding out now, after exposing your cunt to him, and now that you’d gotten an earful of him jerking off, but at least things wouldn’t go further. Rafayel doesn’t, however, try to pull the panties down completely. instead, he seems content to leave them around your thighs, and his fingers trace upwards, slowly and skillfully, until they trace your netherlips, slathering your sex in what had to be lube, cool and wet.

oh, god. your top teeth sink into your lower lip as his fingertips swipe full laps between your folds. the pads rub against your most sensitive nub, leaving it throbbing and begging for more attention before they drag downwards, teasing your opening. he didn’t seem to notice that your cunt spasms, attempting to clamp down on his fingers, before they run another lap. he lets out a heavy breath, the sound of his palm smacking against his abdomen as he fucks his own hand in tandem to the way he was unknowingly teasing your pussy making your head spin.

this was so wrong.

you had to tell him right now.

your tiers part once more, this time determined to stop this before—

the swollen, slippery head of Rafayel’s cock rubs against your slit. one hand covers your mouth to keep any sound, words or otherwise, from escaping as you realize that it’s too late to expose yourself now. you’d look like a total creep, taking advantage of your best friend by pretending to be his sex toy. “Huh—uhh…” Rafayel emitted a low moan as he rubbed his dick against you a few more times, before planting one palm on your ass, the other holding tight to his base as he plunged inside.

it took all you had within you to not let out a cry of surprise at the sudden entry. your free hand grips the sheet so tightly you fear your nails will rip holes in it, and your toes curl beneath the mattress. Rafayel had been under the impression that he could be as rough as he wanted, because the pussy was nothing but a silicone replica, and so his rhythm was steady, deep pumping almost immediately upon bottoming out in your guts. “Fuck,” he breathes out, hips thumping against your ass, both hands grasping at it. “F—feels good… yeah,”

he was right about that, and you wished you could vocalize it. your walls fluttered about in delight as he pounded into you, his cock was longer than you’d thought it would be, the tip bold in its deep exploration, prodding against your g-spot with every, full thrust of his hips. you fought the urge to bounce back, meet his movements with equally eager grinding. instead, your eyes began to roll and your lids flittered, and the grip on your own mouth tightened to keep any of your stifled mewls and whimpers from escaping. you couldn’t, however, keep from gushing when he hit the perfect depth with his fervent stroking, and you could only hope that his thorough drenching you in lubrication would be enough to mask this.

you could hear him panting, moaning, swearing, as he fucked you with reckless abandon. his fingers digging into your warm, satin skin, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you. it was as if you felt every, single vein as they rub your walls, autographing your insides, claiming them as his as he uses you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…!”

he was getting louder, his hips bucking more powerfully, more erratically, and the throbbing in your core was a testament to just how close to cumming he was.

you knew how wrong this was, but all rational thinking was dissipating; you were enjoying being fucked like this; greedy, careless pounding, by your closest friend too much to ruin it, now. you didn’t want to stop it, not until he was fully satiated.

“F—fuck, yeah,” Rafayel swoons, grabbing full fists of your ass, pulling your ass back to meet his hungry hip-snapping, “more, more, more!”

you couldn’t take much more, and you push your face into the mattress to keep quiet, both hands scrambling to hold on to something, squeezing the edge of the mattress with your nails sinking in— anything to relieve the pressure he was forcing as deep into you as he could. your feet wanted to kick, your back wanted to arch, and you wanted to scream out in pure pleasure, so you clung to the bed as tightly as you could in hopes that you could ride out the orgasm he was ripping from you.

he didn’t even seem to notice your twitching and subtle squirming beneath the blankets as he made you drop off and come undone, which you were thankful for, because he was too caught up in chasing his own high. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!” Rafayel was sputtering, desperately trying to get there, pressing all of his weight against your ass as he pumps a few more, deep and hard, thrusts into you before he grunts, and releases. as if he’d been pent up for quite a while, you felt a spattering of warmth, and then it spreads as he fills your belly with his essence. you nearly lose it in this moment, and almost blow your cover, your walls clamping down on his cock as he starts to retract. it felt so good to be full of Rafayel that you didn’t want him to pull out, but he does so with a ragged moan. there’s an uncomfortable emptiness that follows his abandoning of your cunt, the feeling of being fucked deep and left there, your oblivious best friend’s cum dribbling out of your used pussy as it twitches and your muscles stay tense. you knew you were leaving a small puddle on his sheets below you, but you could hear him milling around the room instead of focusing on you, now.

“Damn,” he mutters to himself, and you his phone unlock, then the rapid-fire tapping of his fingers on the keys. was he… texting?

you were answered when you heard the faint vibrating of your phone in your pants pocket, hidden under the bed. he texted you?! at first, you think he must’ve heard it, because everything went silent, and you waited for him to start shouting, but he doesn’t.

a few moments later, the door opens, and his footsteps fade as he swaggers down the corridor, satiated, and a moment later, you hear the shower turn on.

for the first time in several minutes, your muscles relax for a moment, before you swim out from your heated prison in a hurry, scrambling under the bed to grab your phone. every move you made, you could feel his release swirling around inside you and dribbling down your thighs, and you groan at the sensation, and the trail you made before you pulled the panties up to keep any more from leaving evidence. staring at the screen, panting and fucked out, your eyes barely focusing, you read the message in disbelief.

just woke up so i’m running late. stop on the way and buy lunch or something i’m starving

liar.

but you didn’t have time to dwell on the message; you get dressed as quickly as you can, what with your legs trembling like shaken jelly and your insides sore from Rafayel’s eager plowing, and hoist the fake butt back into place on top of the bed. you had to make a stealthy exit before he got out of the shower. stuffing your own panties into your pocket, you decide the best way to avoid an even stickier mess on his floor that would certainly be noticeable, you had to wear the panties meant for the doll. you could only pray he didn’t realize they’d gone missing right away, and later today when you could sneak away to the bathroom, you’d put them back in place.

so, stumbling and trying to catch your breath, freshly fucked, you leave through the sliding back door, the one that faces the shoreside, and closes it behind you to complete your escape.

once outside, you exhale deeply, lean against his car, hidden from windows’ views, to evaluate the damage, beyond the mess of him in your panties. you groan, covering your face with both hands in belated guilt.

you could never, ever tell him about this!

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I’m gonna eat another piece FUCK JT

I ate a piece of thc beef jerky

Currently fighting the urge to scarf the whole bag down bc I will be so fucking blistered if I do

#it hasn’t hit yet anyways

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I ate a piece of thc beef jerky

Currently fighting the urge to scarf the whole bag down bc I will be so fucking blistered if I do

#I AM UNFORTUNATELY A CARNIVORE FIRST AND A HUMAN SECONDA #and nothing hits hard like some jerky 😭😭😭#I WANT ALL OF IT

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trying to get people to play lads is so embarrassing like

Hey <3 I have virtual boyfriend in my phone would u also like to have a virtual boyfriend in ur phone maybe we’ll have the same virtual boyfriend in our phones

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dollwrites · 3 days

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me doing anything: am i making people uncomfortable? am i going overboard? am i too much? am i annoying others? am i too clingy? a

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Aventurine in that fan art...🤭

I LOVE HIMMMBBB I pulled the first day of his banner and got him ( after like 40 tries 😭 ) and he’s so fun and slutty the fic potential for him too holy shit

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(^v^)/ Aventurine's leisure time after a night of gambling! 🎰🎲🪙✨

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JAYCCCEEE omg I finally got the chance to read this EEEK IM SCREAMING

I love jotaro but I don’t always see him as fuckable ( every big stoic man is my father / brother figure I DONT MAKE THE RULES ) but he… was so sexy in this. And as the reader I ALSO FELT REALLY SEXY BECAUSE WE WERE ABLE TO RIDE THAT BULLLLLLL

Even though you haven’t written in a long time I CAN PERSONALLY GUARANTEE YOU THAT YOU HAVENT LOST YOUR TOUCH. This was so erotic and it made me also physically sweat right along with reader and joots especially when the grinding started I was like ahh well now we’re gonna die of heatstroke WERE GONNA CUM AND GO !!!

— JOTARO KUJO X FEM READER SMUT IMAGINE

— MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+ ONLY

— SUMMARY: It's the middle of summer in a heat wave, and while you and Jotaro are trying to cool off, Jotaro seems to have other plans to raise the heat instead.

— WC: 3.0k

— WARNINGS: Temperature play, ice play, brat taming, ass slapping, fingering, edging, p in v penetration.

— A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic in quite a while. I've written fics before but it's been abt a year or so since I've written, so I hope it's not too bad! Thank you, hope you enjoy!

It's the middle of the summer in Japan─where it's hot and humid, the sun is blaring through the windows, and the sounds of tree frogs and crickets are relentless.

You and Jotaro lie in the bed, unmade, with your clothes strewn off to the side, laying skin to skin, with a few electric fans plugged into the walls of your bedroom–the only thing that seems to be keeping the both of you cool.

Normally, the air conditioning would be on, and you wouldn't have to be in this sweltering heat, but, the summers of Japan in the countryside are hot and brutal, which eventually decides to even break the air conditioning unit after staying on twenty-four-seven, wearing it's efforts thin.

Jotaro's fingers gently trace small circles on your sticky, sweaty back before he groans and turns from his side to lay on his back, breaking the miserable silence of just lying still under the unbearable heat.

"Fuck," He groans once more. "I wish we had a swimming pool out here, or we lived near the beach."

You can't help but let out a weak chuckle as you grab another ice pack from the cooler that's sitting beside your bed, and you toss it on top of the large, sweaty man who lies next to you.

"That's the fifth time you've said that Jotaro," You mumble, also taking an ice pack from the small cooler and placing it on top of your forehead in hopes of cooling you down.

Jotaro grumbles and sits up, taking the ice pack you handed him and he glides the cooling pack along his face and neck to help cool him down quicker.

"Didn't know you were keeping count."

You sigh, and you sit up. You look behind you, looking at the towels you laid down on the bed, and upon seeing your sweaty body imprint you groan at the sight, wondering just how much water you must've expelled from your body by now.

"Well, there's not much to talk about other than complain about how hot it is, so, I just wanted to see how many times you'd complain about not having a pool, so I've kept track."

Jotaro just chuckles and he rolls his eyes at your retort, too hot to even think of an answer to retort that. Instead, he continues to drag the ice pack across his skin, letting it move from his neck and down to his chest and over his abdomen.

Your eyes follow his movements unashamedly, and, out of the corner of his eye, Jotaro catches you staring.

He chuckles at your lack of shame, but he isn't even one to judge simply because he's been staring at your sticky, sweaty body for the majority of the time that you've both been nude.

"Care to tell me why you're staring?" He asks, his eyes now following yours.

Your eyes flick back to his facial features and you see a smug grin plastered onto his face, and instantly you feel heat rise to your face from being caught, but you're quick to retort.

"Like you're one to talk─You've been gawking at me the entire day."

Jotaro shakes his head and he rolls his eyes, finding your attitude almost chuckle-worthy.

It's his turn to look over at you now. His eyes wander over your sweaty figure, how your hair sticks to your skin, and how the sweat droplets glisten off of you in the afternoon sun, mainly paying attention to how pretty your breasts are covered in sweat, too.

He sees that you're looking at him in the same way he's admiring you, and he suddenly understands a certain thickness forming in the air alongside the persistent humidity. Slowly, he reaches over and runs a hand up and down your waist as you sit hunched over with your poor posture-his fingers teasing the curvature of your stomach-and presses his fingers against your skin.

You get the hint, and slowly he guides you with his hand, guiding you to sit on top of him. He gives you another smug grin meanwhile you give him a pout.

"Jotaro, aren't we only going to get hotter with this-"

Your question is interrupted by Jotaro's command. "Don't care. Come here." He taps your hip-a signal you know to hover over him-and in one hand, he takes his hardening cock, and pumps it a few times until he's fully erect, and slowly, he swipes his tip over your entrance to feel how wet you are, and when he decides it's good enough, he slips it inside of your hot, wet cunt, and immediately both of you let out a moan at the penetration.

Jotaro grabs your hips, and slowly, he pushes you down on his cock until your hips are flushed together.

You let out a whine at the dull sensation filling you up and making you go dizzy, loving how thick your boyfriend is, how you can feel him stretching your walls out, and how his fat tip sits perfectly on your g-spot.

God, he feels so good, you think to yourself, while your hands find a mind of their own and grab his thick quads to find purchase to start riding him, but Jotaro quickly grips your hips in protest.

"No, stay put. We'll get too hot, remember?" He smirks, using your own words against you, and you let out a frustrated groan.

"Please, Jotaro," You beg, which catches you by surprise, finding it funny how easily he already has you falling apart.

He seems to find this surprising too, as one of his dark eyebrows raises, and that smug grin of his reappears upon his lips.

"No, don't want you to move quite yet, sweetheart. Just stay still and... let me cool you down..." He says, his voice low as he grabs the ice pack that you left on the bed, and slowly, he brings the cold pack over your skin, gliding it, and watching water droplets form as he drags it across your body.

You watch with bated breath as Jotaro drags the ice along your skin. You swallow thickly, as your chest rises up and down, your eyes following his every move, and how your breath skips when the ice suddenly gets too cold when he moves the pack over your breasts and the peaks of your nipples.

Jotaro's eyes watch your chest rise up and down with interest, finding the way you react to the cold against such a sensitive part of your skin to be almost gratifying. He watches closely, and intently, seeing the water move across your skin almost as if it's mesmerizing, and how goosebumps rise across your skin from the sensitivity. He smirks at that and looks up at you.

"I see you're cooled down."

You huff, shaking your head, because it's quite the contrary, feeling as if your skin is on fire from how close Jotaro is─how his piercing green eyes look so intently at your breasts, and how good he feels buried deep inside of you. You swallow thickly and reach down, your hands gripping his thighs once more and digging your nails into his skin, hoping you'd return a stinging, hot sensation to him.

The hiss he lets out confirms it, and you flash him a smug grin back at him. Your hips then grind down onto him, moving in a circle, and Jotaro immediately lets out a groan and grips your hips tightly, digging his fingers into you.

"F-Fuck, stop that," He groans, halting his movements with the ice pack.

You watch as his eyes flutter from the pleasure of you moving your hips, how his Adam's Apple bobs, and how his mouth hangs open─you think he looks so good like this, so you let your eyes wander over his pretty facial features, and down his neck, looking at the droplets of sweat adorning his strong, scarred body-it's all such a good view, and it doesn't stop you from moving your hips, that is until Jotaro grips your hips harshly with his strong, calloused hands, causing you to come to a halt and your breath to hitch.

He's silent when he stops you except for the sound of his heavy breathing, which leaves your heart pounding a million miles a minute, wondering what he's gonna do next makes the atmosphere incredibly palpable.

He's silent for a minute more, leaving you anxious, and so, you start moving your hips again to gauge his reaction, but his grip on your hips only tightens and he lets out a huff. You raise an eyebrow at his refusal to acknowledge the silent situation, but, before you can blink, he quickly takes hold of you in both of his hands and flips you over so your face is pressed into the pillows.

You're breathless from how fast the movement is, unable to comprehend the situation fully, you can't even give Jotaro a remark before his rough hands grab hold of you once more to position you with rough grunts; where he grips your hips tightly pushing your ass into the air, and pushing on your back till it curves, and then he grips your thighs and pulls them apart as if he were tearing open a tightly sealed package.

Your eyes are wide with how rough he's handling you, so you grip the bedsheets tightly as if your life depended on it. You swallow thickly, knowing that it was your refusal to stay still that caused all of this.

"J-Jotaro..." Your voice is weak from the newfound tightness in your throat, as well as the fact that your face is pushed into the pillows in front of you. With this, you're practically begging to be recognized with the fact that you're sorry, but, you can hear Jotaro huff with frustration from behind you, making it seem as if he isn't too keen on forgiving you.

"I told you to be still..." He mutters, and you can feel one of his rough hands grip the globes of your ass-cheeks-pulling you slowly apart─and his calloused thumb swipes gently over your poor, weeping hole which reluctantly pulls a soft whine out of you.

His thumb trails down and, as if he were pondering about something, he slowly swipes his thumb over the soft folds of your cunt, making you let out another reluctant whine. You turn your head back to look back at Jotaro to ask for forgiveness, but a quick slap on your ass that has you lurching forward and letting out a quick yelp tells you that he was already reading your mind.

"Won't take an apology, sorry," He says bluntly, and he grins from knowing that he's probably making you annoyed.

You huff, begging to differ, but once you feel a large finger push forward inside of you, it's as if you've felt all of your complaints wash away in a matter of seconds. Your body leans back into his touch, and Jotaro is amused at how easily you lean back into him.

He groans and smiles at how good you look like this, and slowly he begins to curl that finger inside of you, making that motion over and over again, which makes you grip the covers of the bed needily.

"You gonna be good now, now that your wet little hole is weeping from my fingers?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly finding your easy submission quite amusing.

You nod slowly, and you push back on his fingers as if you'd like them to go deeper, but Jotaro grips your hips tightly once more and with his free hand, he slaps your ass again, shaking his head.

"Seems like you're not gonna be still, so I'll just take my time here," He mutters, and he reaches down with his other hand and pinches your clit, sending a warning to you, which has you let out a frustrated whine.

"Jesus, Jotaro... I'll be still for fuck's sake," You murmur into the pillows, your head feeling a little shaken from Jotaro pinching your clit.

A smug smirk appears on his face, and then slowly, when his fingers start to move again, his face returns to its stoic expression as he watches his finger curl into you before adding another one which makes you moan, and you grip the bedsheets once more.

Once he's satisfied with your moans, he slowly then brings his other hand down and begins to gently rub your clit with his thumb, making you let out another moan.

You feel as if you're in heaven from the way his fingers feel, just enjoying how they make you feel so full and how they curl to hit that spongey spot inside of you every single time. Your head feels so full of bliss as you revel in the feeling of his fingers, knowing that if he kept going, you'd feel close to climbing your climax soon.

In the meantime, Jotaro is watching you intently. He watches the way your body reacts, his eyes watch your pretty cunt clench around him, and how your legs tremble whenever his fingers curl into that spot so deliciously-needless to say, he's focused on you, hoping to see when you're close.

Of course, however, you're giving him everything he wants, with your legs trembling from how good his rough thumb feels on your clit, drawing small, slow circles, you feel the familiar feeling of a rope tightening in your stomach, making you moan louder than were you before, and your breath becomes heavy as a result.

At that moment, Jotaro decides in a split second and quickly removes his fingers from you, and instantly your eyes pop open and look back at him in anger as you lose focus on your incoming orgasm.

"W-What the hell?! I-I was being still!" You retort with eyebrows furrowed, and piercing eyes like daggers as you stare at Jotaro, feeling as if you've lost all of that pleasure at once.

He gives you a smug smirk in response and he leans down, his dark curly bangs falling in front of his face and he nips at your neck.

"I know... just felt so good to get you back," He says, and the smug smirk on his face is practically audible as he leans down to press his soft lips along your skin, and as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you let out a soft sigh as you feel his warm breath dance along there anyway, just wanting to feel him again.

"Now..." He grunts and sits back up and lifts your ass by gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him again. You let out a surprised yelp at that and he spreads your ass cheeks again, before reaching down to grip his cock. He groans as he slowly begins to tease the tip on your entrance, and as much as you're tempted to push yourself on it, you refrain from doing so because you know he'd only tease you about it.

Jotaro sees this remarkable effort you're making and he grins and lets out a low chuckle, finding your sudden obedience very entertaining.

"There we go... did the heat finally get to that little brain of yours?" He asks, and you huff and roll your eyes at his remark.

"Shut up and just fuck me, Jotaro," You murmur, not finding his teasing amusing at all, and you grip the pillows in front of you for support.

Another grin tugs at Jotaro's lips when you fire back that retort, and he sighs and slaps your ass one more time for good measure which makes you squeak before he slowly pushes himself in. He groans as he slowly moves inside of you, and your mouth drops open when you feel that familiar stretch.

Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, making you instantly let out soft moans from how good he feels─his thick girth slowly opening you up more than you already were from his fingers. Eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers slowly grip the sheets as you feel the over-encompassing heat swell up within your body, feeling as if the heat wave is starting to finally get to you. Clearly, it seems to be getting to Jotaro too as you hear him groaning, and breathing deeply as he picks up his pace, his hands moving to grip your ass tighter so they wouldn't slip from the amount of sweat the two of you have accumulated over the past twenty minutes or so, inhaling and exhaling each other's heat.

The heat passing between the two of you is almost more than you can bare as your breath picks up with Jotaro's quick pace─his thick cock hits that delicious spot inside of you earning him moans and shaky legs, and the sticky, wet sound only increases in volume as Jotaro keeps chasing that heat, wanting to finish as his cock twitches inside of you.

You can only moan at this point, feeling so dizzy and hot as you can only take Jotaro's cock as his quick pace suddenly turns more punishing. You whine, feeling your body tighten and your legs shake and jolt from getting so close to your orgasm.

"C-Close..." You murmur, letting your head fall forward, letting the heat build up inside of you until it's close to coming to that breaking point. Jotaro can only groan in response to your murmur, knowing he's close too.

Finally, with a few more thrusts, Jotaro lets out a groan and he grabs your hips tightly, you let out a long moan as your legs shake and that hot blaze inside of you finally bursts free as you finish.

Jotaro finishes and pulls out of you, groaning as he cums on your ass, watching the white, sticky warmth flow down your ass cheeks. He huffs as he watches, trying to catch his breath, and his eyes drift down to you to see you falling limp against the mattress. He chuckles.

"Looks like the heat waves finally got to us, hmm?" Jotaro remarks, and he sighs as he watches your whole body finally go limp against the bed, he slowly lowers himself next to you with a smug expression written all over his face when you turn to look at him.

You just groan and roll your eyes, letting your breath calm down as your mind is swimming with bliss, trying even to comprehend his words.

"Yeah, yeah... still would've been better if we had a pool."

#please ong one of the best Jotaro fics I’ve ever consumed #Jayce is truly to joots QUEEN

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