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~Hi everyone!~

--This is my first time in a good while that I've written a work, and also my first time participating in Kinktober.

I'm so excited to start that I'm already writing! I believe that I'm going to have a lot of fun with this, and I hope you all have fun while reading my silly stories.--

My Rules/Statements(?)

Sorry guys, but I don't feel comfortable with doing or simply don't know how to write certain prompts from the list. I will name them right here so you guys can see what I will NOT be doing:

• Incest
• Ageplay
• Figging
• Alien Abduction
• Sounding
• Chastity
• Tentacles
• Sissification
• Anal Hooks
• Genital Torture
• Enemas
• Noncon
• Animal Play
• Foot Fetish

Sorry if any of you might have wanted to see these, but for the most part, I don't think I'd be able to do these prompts justice, so I don't want to disappoint.

NOW!!! Onto my actual prompts for the month! Aka, what prompts I will write and with who.

Also, a little disclaimer, when I do eventually write, I will do my best to make it gender neutral, but I am used to writing stories with female readers, so I might slip up occasionally.

Here we go!

• Day 1 - Masturbation/Orgasm Control - Rohan (PUBLISHED)
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• Day 2 - Cumming Untouched/Kidnapping - Cioccolata (PUBLISHED)
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• Day 3 - Threesome - Abbacchio + Bruno (PUBLISHED)
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• Day 4 - Voyeurism - Caesar (Written and ready for publishing)
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• Day 5 - Finger Sucking/Dacryphilia - Kira
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• Day 6 - Outdoor Sex/Humiliation/Intoxication - Part 1! Dio
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• Day 7 - Blindfolds - Part 2! Joseph
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• Day 8 - Webcam - Melone
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• Day 9 - Shibari - Part 4! Jotaro
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• Day 10 - Oral Sex/Punishment/CNC - Risotto
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•  Day 11 - Cum Licking/Handcuffs/Somnophilia - Part 2! Joseph
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• Day 12 - Kneeling - Gyro
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• Day 13 - Dildos/Dom Bottom + Sub Top - Ermes
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• Day 14 - Possessive Sex/Choking + Gagging - Secco
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• Day 15 - Semi-Public/Sex Pollen - Oldseph! Joseph
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• Day 16 - Fire Play - Avdol
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• Day 17 - Messy Sex/Service Kink - Bruno
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• Day 18 - Dom/Sub - Part 3! Dio
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• Day 19 - Sensory Deprivation - Diavolo
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• Day 20 - Mirror Sex/ (Maybe) Golden Shower - Abbacchio
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• Day 21 - Forced Orgasm - Speedwagon
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• Day 21 - Quiet Sex/Gunplay - Hol Horse
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• Day 23 - Biting/Praise Kink - Polnareff
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• Day 24 - Gags - Doppio
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• Day 25 - Impact Play - Formaggio
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• Day 26 - Lingerie - Prosciutto
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• Day 27 - Hair Pulling - Mista
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• Day 28 - Multiple Orgasms/S&M - Part 4! Jotaro + Star Platinum
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• Day 29 - Body Worship - Jonathan
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• Day 30 - Degradation - Ghiaccio
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• Day 31 - Writer's Choice!/Pegging + Face-fucking - Polnareff :P

I actually really love the prompts for this year! There's something for everyone, lol. Anyways, I need to rewatch JoJo I think just so I can make sure all the characters I write are accurate. Also, I'm praying that I can stay consistent and actually do this instead of abandoning it. Root for me guys! And I'll see y'all in October!

Bye~!

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You couldn't stop yourself. You needed something, anything to feel. Your own fingers would have to do for now. Rohan was occupied with his manga, as usual. He never really made time for you anymore, and it was beginning to take a toll. Nights where you slept in his bed, but you were the only one in it. Going out to restaurants by yourself while imagining what it would be like if your boyfriend decided to join you for once.

It wasn't always like this, though. At the beginning of your relationship, he'd always be by your side, almost like he was glued to you. Endless showers of expensive gifts and nice dinners anytime you wanted. You admitted that you took it for granted, and now that it was all practically gone, you felt nothing short of saddened. You could handle it at first, but lately it's been getting too much. You hadn't even thought about the lack of intimacy until the week prior to tonight. You started to feel it, that familiar knot in your stomach that craved his touch. And yet, you weren't getting it. It felt pathetic, feeling so needy for Rohan, but he was your boyfriend, so how could you not feel so deeply for him? You constantly hinted at how you felt, making sure each touch from you was exaggerated and each hand on his shoulder lingered for much too long, but he didn't notice. Too caught up in his work, he basically neglected you, and you've finally reached your breaking point.

So, there you were. In Rohan's bed, your fingers desperately trailing along your most sensitive parts, rubbing and stroking furiously. You tried covering your mouth with a pillow to stifle your desperate whines, but it eventually fell on the floor when you realized Rohan wouldn't even noticed if you screamed bloody murder. You nearly got lost in thought dwelling on such a fact, but you quickly remembered your objective when you absentmindedly rubbed against your own sweet spot.

You moaned again, zeroing in on that one spot and touching it carefully as to not add too much pressure. While it felt good, it was nothing compared to your lover's, who's fingers you missed oh so much that it made you tear up. You couldn't think on it too much though, as you were on a mission. Slowly, your fingers trailed down to your sensitive hole, embarrassingly wet enough that you didn't need to spit on your fingers again. Without hesitation, you plunged one finger deep inside yourself, and your back arched at the sensation, one that's been gone for so long that it felt almost foreign.

You pumped your finger in and out of yourself, eventually adding a second. It felt so nice, like there was so much tension being released from your body. You brought your free hand down and began touching yourself at your base again, with one hand now fucking into yourself while the other stimulated your genitals. It felt so good, and you were embarrassed to admit that you were already close. You assumed it had been so long that you were just overly sensitive to everything now.

Just a little more and you'd be sent over the edge. Just a bit more, and -

- creeeeeeak -

You froze, all movements and noises ceasing within a split second. Your eyes widened as you quickly sat up, almost forgetting that there was one other person in the house. So, when you glanced up after covering yourself, you saw him. Rohan, wide eyed, red faced, and very clearly hard. You had no idea what to do. Should you invite him over, stop completely, talk with him? Thankfully, you didn't have to start the conversation, because Rohan quickly cleared his throat and started speaking, himself.

"I... heard some noises from the room over," he started, the usually stoic man now rather speechless and flustered. Usually, you would've loved to pull him close in a moment such as this. However, something in your mood shifted. You became upset. Instead of responding, you turned away from Rohan, giving him the cold shoulder.

"Nothing you'd be interested in," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. Rohan's eyes widened and his brows furrowed. He almost couldn't believe what you just said. He'd expected you to beg him to come over, but there was nothing. He walked closer to you, now standing at the edge of the bed. "I don't understand. What's going on with you?" He asked, and you couldn't tell if he sounded sad or upset with you. You remained silent for a moment before speaking once more. "You can go back to whatever you were doing, Rohan. I can finish this by myself."

Of course, Rohan was oblivious for the most part. I mean, he could definitely tell that he did something wrong, but what? He'd never treated you poorly, or so he thought. He'd given you many things to enjoy and much love, so why were you upset. It's not thing he's been ignoring you or anything... Oh, but he was. "I...," he started, not sure what to say. It was starting to click that he was ignoring you. He'd been working all day, and he didn't even plan to come into the room tonight, only doing so when he heard strange noises.

There was much more awkward silence, and you were beginning to wish he'd go away so you could finish, even after all these days of wanting him so badly. You still hadn't turned to look at him, and it was so quiet that you were beginning to think he might've actually gone away. That was until you heard the bed creak, and you were very suddenly flipped onto your back, with your wrists pinned above you. You let out a startled shriek at the sudden action, and started wide eyed at Rohan as he moved without a single word, his eyes dulled and lustful.

"You know, if you want something from me," he began, one of his wrists leaving your hand to trail itself down your body, "You're going to have to tell me." You gulped, his hand making you shiver and realize just how much you missed his touch. Every inch of your body was covered in goosebumps now, and you were already shaky with your breath being hot. "See, when you don't talk to me, you can't blame me for being the bad guy, y'know?" Rohan continued, both of his hands now roaming your body in such a hungry manner that it made your head spin. "You know I'm always happy to give you what you want, right..?"

"I... I just.. I didn't know how to say it," you said, barely mumbling your words as you could only focus on his movements. Rohan shook his head, wanting to tease you more but knowing there were more important matters to attend to. He wasted no time removing the blanket that was once covering your lower half, your bare self now fully exposed to him. He moaned at the sight, and it made your cheeks burn. After another minute of teasing your skin, playing with your chest, and massaging your torso, he finally started moving his hands down to where you needed him most. To the place where you've been waiting for his touch for what felt like forever.

When his fingers brushed over your most sensitive bits, you instantly arched your back and whimpered so lewdly it sounded nearly pornographic. Rohan liked this, though, so he continued touching you in that specific area, rubbing and stroking just how he knew you liked it. It felt so good, finally feeling him the way you've needed for so long, and he always did you so good, too. Looking up at him for just a brief moment, you saw such a smug look on his face that you wanted to smack him. He looked so proud of himself, watching you melt under the simplest of touches from him.

"Rohan..," you mewled, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter by the second. He noticed this, and made sure to keep at the pace he was going at right now to give you the perfect amount of stimulation. As he stroked at your groin, his free hand moved and in an instant, plunged two fingers into your needy hole. You nearly screamed at the sudden intrusion, and it felt so good you almost came right there. You could hear Rohan snickering at the way you were reacting, but you didn't care anymore. You were just focused on having an orgasm, you needed it so bad. The pressure built up more and more until you couldn't handle it anymore and-

He stopped.

Your eyes instantly shot open and went wide, and you looked to Rohan for answers, who only had that same look on his face. That stupid smug look that you now hated so much. "What? You need something from me?" he asked, knowing damn well what he was doing. Your eyebrows furrowed and you couldn't help but rub your thighs together for any kind of friction, and Rohan was quick to stop this, forcefully grabbing at your legs and forcing them open so you couldn't do anything to stimulate yourself. "I asked if you needed something from me," he reiterated, his tone now colder than before. You couldn't speak, looking away shyly as you sat there dumbfounded. "Well, then, I guess I can go back to my office and-" "What?! No!" You cut him off, the sudden sound of your voice catching him by surprise. "Ro-Rohan, please, you know I need this... Need you. I- I've been waiting so long, please," you begged, not even caring about how whiny and pathetic you sounded right now.

He sat there for a moment, then smirked. "See? Not so hard to just let me know... Instead of causing trouble for both of us." You knew then what he was doing, and it pissed you off a little bit. However, you would get him back later for that, as right now you needed him ferally. He noticed this, and instantly got back to work. Only this time, he was done using his hands. You couldn't blame him, as the tent in his pants had been poking at you this entire time, and you could practically feel how bad Rohan wanted you too.

Wasting no time, he quickly undid his pants and pulled both them and his boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his hard cock. Rohan's brows furrowed as you stared at it, and he flipped you over onto your stomach to get your attention onto something else. "I hate it when you stare. You know that." He said that last part as more of a statement than a question, a statement that you knew was true. Rohan couldn't help but stare back, though, looking at the way your back arched so perfectly, and the fact that you were dripping wet for him. The sight alone made him suck in a breath and tighten his grip on you, an action that made you squeak.

Even he couldn't take it anymore, and he positioned himself at your entrance, slamming into you with one smooth motion. You cried out loudly, instantly burying your face into the pillows before you to stifle your noise. Rohan smirked at this, seeing how you reacted when he'd barely done anything yet. He knew how much you loved him being inside you, and he loved it too. The way he filled you up so well and the way your body couldn't seem to let go once he was in. Without missing a beat, he quickly pulled out and rammed into you once more, earning another lewd cry form your mouth.

And with that, he started fucking into you like an animal, not even giving you time to adjust as he fucked you like it was the last time he'd ever get to. Noises that were purely pornographic filled the room entirely, your muffled moans on top of his quiet groans, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the walls. His bed creaked as well, and you could tell the sound annoyed Rohan by the noises he was making, as well as how his thrusts became harsher. Still, he didn't let up, and folded onto you, his chest against your back and his arms wrapped around your torso. His breath hot in your ear, and you felt shivers go up your spine as he continuously moaned right into your ear. The entire moment was just too perfect, too good to be true. And just as the thought struck your mind, Rohan stopped for the second time tonight. He was still hunched over you, but his movements stilled entirely, his cock remaining inside of you as your mixed juices ran down your leg.

"Rohan.. Why- Why do you keep stopping?!" You complained trying to move yourself so you could get friction. However, with the position you were in, it was no use, you couldn't budge. "I want to hear you, (Y/n)," he whispered, his sultry voice making you want to cum right on the spot. "What.. Hear me what?" you asked, having an idea of what he meant but still wanting to know anyway. "Beg for it. Ask nicely, and I'll give you that sweet release you've been so desperate for," he said, and his words alone made you moan. "I... I don't..." You wanted to protest, to make him get to the point, but knowing Rohan, you had to give him what he wants in order to get what you want. 

Letting go of any embarrassment you had, you sighed and sucked in a breath. "Please.. Rohan, let me.. let me cum. I-I.. I've needed you for so long, I can't take it anymore," you begged, your voice desperate enough to clearly convey how much you needed this. He loved how you sounded, so needy for him. Still, he was silent and unwavering, a sign that he wanted to hear more. You had no choice but to oblige. "You.. I was getting nowhere trying to do it myself, please! Please, Rohan, I wanna cum. I want you to make me cum, please," you begged even more, your voice hoarse from desperation. Finally, he was pleased with your answer. Any longer and he might actually start feeling bad for teasing you.

So, without another word, he started moving fiercely just as before, and it ripped a whine right out of your throat. The pleasure was already so immense, the feeling of 3 previously denied orgasms finally catching up to you as you trembled violently, almost like your legs were bout to give out. "I feel you," Rohan began. "Cum for me. Now, do it." And as if your body was under his command, you came right there, a final scream of pleasure leaving your mouth as Rohan rutted into your sweet spot with just the right amount of force. The pleasure hit you hard, and you began to see stars as Rohan kept fucking you even after your earth shattering orgasm, leaving you a jumbled, overstimulated mess. He came not long after you, his hips slamming against your ass as you felt his dick paint your insides white. He breathed heavily, feeling the aftermath of the sex, but kept going anyway.

Only after a few minutes of keeping you over the edge did he finally let up, and he slowed down more and more until he eventually stopped, keeping himself buried inside of you for just a moment. When he finally pulled out, the sound of both of your slicks made such an erotic noise that the both of you moaned upon hearing it. Rohan couldn't get enough of looking at you, seeing some of his cum drip from your hole, and he used his thumb to push it back in, earning a sensual noise from you.

"God, you're gorgeous," he said, sounding breathless at the site of your fucked out self. You blushed, wanting to answer but being unable to say anything at the moment, still panting heavily from the greatest sex of your life. He smiled at this, feeling proud with the job he's done. "I suppose you feel better now, hm?" he asked, not expecting an answer but knowing what you'd say, nonetheless. Rohan decided he'd stay by your side, as it was the least he could do for making you act out in such a way tonight. He'd never admit it, but seeing you upset made him feel immense guilt, something that wasn't normal for a guy like him. He vowed to pay more attention to you from now on, even if it got in the way of his work.

Rohan lay down next to you, looking at your red, messy face and running a finger along your cheek, earning a bashful smile from you. He smiled back, and moved in for a kiss. You reciprocated, and the two of you shared a tender moment in spite of tonight's chaos. After that, you both simply stared at each other, nothing but love filling each of your eyes. "Sleep with me?" you finally managed to ask, the first thing you've said in a while. Rohan chuckled and nodded softly, then wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You loved feeling his warmth against your body, and he felt the same. Soon enough, the two of you drifted off to sleep together, smiling the whole way.

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The smell hit your nose before you opened your eyes. It smelled like dust and old architecture. When you opened your eyes, that's exactly what you saw. You were in some abandoned building that seemed to have worn out over the years, and there was dust everywhere. It was dull and dark, nothing but the light of the moon to help you see. After looking around, you decided to explore the area and maybe look for a way out. However, you realized something. You couldn't move. Looking to your side, you finally saw that you were chained to a wall, both of your wrists unable to break free from the rusty shackles. You gulped, beginning to grow worried. Obviously, you had been placed here by someone, but you didn't know who.

That was, until you heard it, the sound of footsteps approaching. You instantly became tense, reality crashing down onto you. You had no way of escaping whatever was about to happen. Whoever was about to reveal themselves had absolute control over you. It made you fear for your life. Your eyes squeezed shut as the footsteps got closer, eventually stopping right in front of you. "(Y/n)," a voice said, and it nearly scared you with how gentle it sounded. You couldn't help but open your eyes and look up. And there stood... a familiar face? You've seen this guy before, the green hair was unmistakable. You looked at the man dumbfounded, eventually mustering the courage to say just a few words.

"I... Wait, I- I know you," you mumbled, your eyes still showing signs of fear, but you were now confused. The man chuckled low and dark, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "That expression on your face," he began, not bothering to follow up on your comment, "I want to see more of it." That unnerved you enough, and you flinched when his face got closer to your face. "I see you remember who I am," he says with a wicked smile, almost seemingly overjoyed. "Cioccolata... We used to work together... in the hospital." And then you remembered. The man who always looked so out of it, always looked so psychotic, the man who you knew had something wrong with himself but no way to prove it. He was probably the last person you'd want to see.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Cioccolata suddenly grabbed your face and positioned it to face forward, and there you saw a camera. "Hey, Secco! Are you getting this?! Hey, don't they look so scared?!" The man behind the camera, Secco, simply nodded, his face expressionless. "Hey, if you get a good shot, I'll give you a nice treat, hm?!" Cioccolata mused, and for a second, Secco's face lit up, once more going back to being focused as ever on the camera. Cioccolata was still holding your face rather roughly, only just letting it go so he could once more get up in your face. "I've always admired you. I always thought, you were just like me," he began saying, his eyes wide and crazy. "I noticed the way you'd treat certain patients, only being nice to the ones you liked yourself."

Your eyes widened. You had forgotten about your past working in the hospital, but it all came crashing back when Cioccolata spoke. He was right, you had the tendency to pick favorites when you worked. But if someone was bad, let's say they harassed you; you'd make sure they never came out alive. Sure, looking back, it was quite pathetic of you, but at the time you figured you were doing the world a justice by taking out bad people. Still, you left that life behind, and frankly, you wanted it to stay behind you. "I... I don't do that stuff anymore. And besides, that's nothing like what you did... at least I think," you replied, hinting at things you didn't even know for certain yourself. All you had to go off on was the presence of Cioccolata, but that alone was enough to let you know that he was always a monster.

He only laughed as you spoke, his manic smile not faltering for even a second. "We can work together, you know," he began to say, feeling himself get hot at just the thought of a duo such as that. "Oh, it would be nice. You could bring me people all day and I'd watch the despair on their faces as they died... watch and see the very moment they lose all hope of living." God, the way he said it, you'd think he was getting off. He talked in such a way that made the thought seem almost sexual, like he got some kind of sick pleasure from doing things like that. Then again, what else could you expect from him?

"You're crazy," you replied, but he didn't listen, only continuing with his speech. "Ah, and I'm sure Secco would love to have you around as well!" Cioccolata placed both hands on either side of his face and did what you could only describe as blushing like a school girl. "Ah, I'd take you two everywhere with me... I'd feed you treats whenever you're good for me," he said, his voice now a harsh whisper as he fantasized. All you could do was sit and watch as he spoke out his dream life. You had no idea how to deal with it, or how you could escape such a fate. Getting out of this didn't seem too likely at the moment. "Hey, Secco, wouldn't you like to have (Y/n) with us? They could give you sugar cubes too, y'know?" At the mention of sugar cubes, Secco lit up once again, beginning to laugh a squeal like a child who just got a new toy. He then nodded furiously, a wide, crazy smile adorning his face.

Cioccolata turned to you. "See? We both could use you, and you could use us. We'd be so perfect together," Cioccolata stated, gradually getting closer to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and you flinched at how freezing cold it was. He was so cold that it felt as if a dead person walked right up and grabbed you. You shuddered. "Hey, I could do so much for you... You'd never have to worry about making decisions again, or getting in trouble," he said softly, his hand moving to stroke your chin. The movement was so surprisingly soft for a guy like him that you couldn't help but blush. "I'd scratch your back all the time for being good, just like I do with Secco," and he demonstrated by doing just that, scratching your back. You felt sick admitting to yourself that it felt nice despite everything that was going on at the moment, and he could tell. "Hey, Secco, get a shot of their face, hm? Look at how they're reacting to me." When you realized you had been caught, your face only turned redder, and you tried to look away, only having your face once more forced to look at the camera by Cioccolata.

"Hey, now, don't be so shy. I don't plan on hurting you, so there's no need to be so jumpy." Your rational side didn't believe him for even a second, but your curious side thought that maybe he wasn't lying, and you wanted to find out. You stopped fighting back, and Cioccolata instantly praised you for giving in so quickly. "Ah! Good! Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good~! You're already so good!" Jeez, what is wrong with this guy, you thought to yourself. It's like you could almost tell he was just trying to manipulate you, but there was still that lingering voice that told you he was being genuine. The not so smart part of your brain was loving all of this attention, even if it was someone like him, even in this predicament.

"Hey, Secco, don't you think we should give them a treat for being so good for us?! Hm?!" Cioccolata cackled, not even really looking for an answer. He pulled a box out of his pocket, and when he opened it, it was full of sugar cubes. You looked at them with confusion, wondering what he was going to do with them. "Hey, (Y/n), let's see if you can catch one in your mouth? I wanna see, I wanna see!" He picked one up and held it in the air. "If you catch it, I'll give you what you want. I'll scratch your back some more! How does that sound?!" But before you could answer, he had already tossed it toward you, and you had no time to react. The cube hit your face before falling onto the ground, and Secco especially whimpered at the site of seeing such a good treat go to waste.

Cioccolata turned to the other man. "Now now, it's not their fault, Secco." He walked closer to you and picked up another sugar cube from his little box. "Hey, hey, zoom in on their face now, hm? Despite everything, they still look scared! Isn't that so thrilling?!" It was true, you were terrified. Cioccolata was a psycho who thought he could sway you with sugar and Secco was another maniac with a camera. But despite how scared you were, they hadn't really done anything to make you be afraid. Well, besides kidnapping you and tying you up.

As you were deep in thought, you hadn't noticed Cioccolata had gotten right up to you until you could feel his nose pressing up on your cheek, and you were instantly pulled back into reality. Your face burned at the closeness, and you were about to say something. That is, until he forced your mouth open with one hand, and with the other, put a sugar cube inside your mouth. Your lips instantly closed around it, just because of how sickeningly sweet it was. You almost wanted to spit it out, but you thought that might not be a good idea to do in front of Cioccolata. So, you ate it, chewing it up and swallowing the sludge that it made in your mouth. This made Cioccolata very happy, for he grabbed your face and started stroking your cheek in a hasty manner.

"Good! Good, good, good, good, good~! Ah, you're perfect, aren't you?!" He yelled, his own cheeks burning red, but you didn't know why. "Oh, you're even better than I thought you'd be," he said, his voice growing softer as he started looking you in the eyes, his hand still on your cheek. "I knew I didn't go wrong when I fell in love with you, I never pick wrong." The words made your eyes widen and your face go red. Love?! Did he even know what that word meant?! "See, I picked Secco long ago, and he's been with me ever since. So, when I chose you, I got so happy knowing that you'd be the same way, eventually." You looked over at Secco and how he didn't really seem to be human, like he was a dog in a person's body. You didn't want to end up like that. But would you even get to choose? You were leaning towards no.

"Oh, I love you. You're so perfect for me! Perfect, perfect, perfect!" Cioccolata kept repeating himself, enough to where it was definitely more than annoying. You didn't really like the idea of being perfect for him, either. Was Secco perfect for him, too? Did being perfect mean he knew he could break you or something? You were beginning to grow nervous again. "Just think (Y/n)," he began, stroking your face with his hand, even twirling a finger around your hair. "You'll learn to love me too, I know it. And when you love me with your whole self, we'll have so much fun." Cioccolata's face was almost smug now as he spoke, and his voice kept growing lower and he got closer to your ear, speaking right into it so you could hear every breath that came with his words.

"I know you're worried, but I'll take care of you. I'm a doctor, after all, so I know what people need best," he continued, and you weren't sure where he was going with this. "When you have needs, no one will be able to care care of them better than me." And with that, it hit you like a brick, just what he meant by... "needs." You blushed, not expecting to hear something like this from a guy like him. You didn't even think he was sane enough to consider factors like that if he wanted you to stay. He then started rubbing your shoulders, giving you goosebumps and adding to the already confusing emotions welling up inside you. Were you... enjoying this? No, there's no way. These guys are psycho killers, there's no way you'd ever enjoy their company in any capacity.

But you were proven wrong. Proven wrong when Cioccolata squeezed a certain point on the back of your neck that felt just right. You groaned, and it made his evil smile grow all the wider. In your peripherals, you could see Secco zoning in on you with the camera, noticing your reactions. It just made everything that more intense. Cioccolata continued to massage that sweet spot of yours, just enough to have you biting your lip and wanting more. He directed his attention to Secco as he kept working on you. "Hey, keep filming their face like this, hm? If you get good pictures, I'll give you three sugar cubes." Secco squealed and yelped with joy, doing just what Cioccolata wanted so he could get his sweet treats.

Cioccolata chuckled again, turning to look back at you. You were blushing and had such an ashamed look on your face, mostly because you knew this was wrong. However, you enjoyed it anyway, starting to feel a sense of arousal take over as Cioccolata touched you to carefully. "Oh? You like it, hm? Well, just imagine this every day. Imagine me touching you just how you like it. I'd do anything you want as long as you do good by me," he said, and the thought alone made your legs tremble and your thighs rub together. Of course, he took notice of this, and it just made him want even more out of you. "If this is making you all hot, then I wonder what else I could do to make you react. I'd love to see your sweet face as I do all kinds of things to you. Oh, my, even I'm getting flustered."

Just the way his hot breath felt on your skin, the way his fingers touched and scratched at your clothed skin so perfectly, it felt like you were in a dream. And hearing him speak on top of that, god you never thought you'd be so dirty as to fall for the words of serial killer, but here you were. Just drinking in every word and promise that came out of his mouth and imagining all the things he could do. You rubbed your thighs together more furiously, and it make Cioccolata laugh. "Oh, I love you even more already. I'm not even touching you where you need, and yet somehow you're finding a way to bring yourself over the edge? How interesting... I didn't know words could be so powerful." At this point it just seemed like he was experimenting on you. How little could he do while still managing to make you cum? So far, it seemed like all he needed was his words and a few strokes on your cheek.

"You like when I speak, and I like hearing you moan. Oh I love it so much! I can't get enough of you, (Y/n). You'll be joining Secco and I very soon. We'll live like this every day!" Cioccolata himself began to grow erratic, his breath getting heavier and his movements more ragged. It was almost like he was experiencing the same thing as you. "Oh, all the naughty things we'll do! I'll get Secco to film us while I tear you apart, and I know you're gonna love it." And he was right, you would love it. You whimpered at the thought of it, and you felt a small twinge in your core. You felt like you were close, which was insane given how no one has touched you intimately this entire time. You guessed that your imagination alone was good enough. "Hmm, I feel it too. I want to see what it looks like when you come undone for me. Come on, so I have something to look forward to, hm? Come on, you're dirty enough to be getting off to this, so you can show me your full self, already!" Cioccolata pleaded, though it sounded more like a demand than anything. He teased right in your face, knowing that he had full control over you without even having to try. You were far easier to sway than he expected, and he reveled in that fact.

You couldn't take it anymore, you started panting and groaning, listening intently to every word that came out of Cioccolata's mouth as if it was the only thing you'd ever hear again. He egged you on even more, coaxing and sweet talking you into doing what he wanted to see so badly. You didn't know how it was even possible, but it worked. You finally came undone, a loud groan leaving your mouth as you sat there, dumbfounded and shocked at what had just happened. Cioccolata, on the other hand, was nothing short of ecstatic. "Ah! You did it! You did it! I knew you could! Aren't you so gooooooood?! So good for me, good, good, good, good, good, good, good~!"

Feeling his hands on you again just added to the pleasure, and you just let your orgasm take you over, not bothering to rationalize it anymore. Cioccolata continued to pet you as you came down form your high, and even Secco watched with a smile, only because he got such good angles of your face. While you were still calming down, Cioccolata practically shoved another sugar cube into your mouth, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Hey, Secco, did you see their face?! Wasn't it amazing?!" Secco nodded eagerly in agreement.

It took a while before you came back to your senses, and you were quite embarrassed as you realized that you came in your pants. Oh well, you were sure you could always change. And then finally, for the first time since you woke up, Cioccolata undid the shackles on your wrists. He was careful with it, and had such a big smile on his face. It was mostly because he now knew for certain that you weren't going to run away. You'd gotten a taste of what life would be like with him and you enjoyed it, so you were now here to stay. 

"Now," he started, getting up and helping you stand with him. "Let's go home, hm? I'll show you where you're going to live from now on, and you're going to love it!" he said happily. You nodded without so much as a word, the thought still lingering in the back of your mind, "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

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It was around mid-day, you and the gang had finally arrived at the hideout you'd been traveling to after picking up the Boss's daughter, Trish. Bruno had finally become a Capo, as well, and everyone couldn't be happier for him. However, this new added pressure of bringing Trish along was taking its toll, and you all had to become much more cautious with everything you did. Narancia was out getting groceries while the rest of you looked around the vineyard surrounding the hideout to make sure there weren't any suspicious people lingering by. All seemed normal at the moment, so everyone went inside so they could finally relax. There were about four rooms in the entire building, two of them being on one floor and the others being on a second floor. Trish herself was in the last room down the hall on the second floor, and Bruno stood outside, simply keeping watch of her room.

You figured you were at least going to be staying for one night, so you wanted to pick a room before anyone else. You decided to pick the room next to Trish's, mostly because you liked being on the second floor. You took what little belongings you had with you and threw them on the ground next to the door, finding the bed and flopping onto it with a sigh. It was a nice room, you noticed, the walls painted a nice green that soothed your soul. You settled into the bed, already feeling sleepy from the things you'd faced up until this point. You wanted to nap, but you knew that probably wouldn't be allowed. So, you sat up on the bed, just pondering what would happen next in your journey. Your thoughts were interrupted when the door to your room opened, and you quickly looked up to see who it was. It was Abbacchio, his long, slender frame rested up on the doorframe and his arms folded across his chest. He simply looked at you with his usual stoic, almost angry looking demeanor. Not saying a word, he finally stepped toward you, closing the door behind himself before getting closer. Eventually, he sat down on the bed, his eyes now looking to the floor.

"Oh, hey, Abbacchio," you said, not earning much of a response from the man. You could tell that something was up with the way he seemed more tense than usual, and how his hands seemed to be balled up into fists. You scooted closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to which he reacted to by slightly flinching. "What's going on? Are you okay?" you pressed, but he only responded by turning to face you, a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. When you were about to ask again, he quickly cut you off by forcefully pushing you down onto the bed, his body also climbing on top of yours in one swift motion. The change of atmosphere was so sudden, and you sat there processing for just a moment, getting to grips with reality. "I...," Abbacchio stated, finally grabbing your attention. "I need this. Need you." Your eyes widened ever so slightly, a light blush now dusting over your cheeks. It wasn't often that Abbacchio acted out this way, usually hoping that you'd make a move first. So, when he did have these moments you knew it was serious. You opened your mouth to speak, but only a soft breath came out, so you nodded instead while looking into his eyes. With your confirmation, his eyes grew dark, and he instantly leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. You returned with no hesitation, feeling the desperation in him with how he kissed you so messily, teeth clashing and purple lipstick smearing onto your own mouth.

"This whole mission is getting to be a pain in my ass," Abbacchio said breathily, finally letting up for just a moment so he could speak. "Imagine what's gonna happen now that Bruno is Capo. And now we have the Boss's daughter with us too... We're practically making ourselves a target." Of course he wasn't happy about it, he hadn't been happy about anything ever since Giorno joined the group not too long ago. What a big baby. "And, Bruno. I'm happy for him, but... He'll have no time for-" Abbacchio paused. "No time for us." Your eyes softened as you heard him speak, heard him say such vulnerable words without even saying much at all. You brought a hand up to his face and cupped his cheek. "We can always make him have time for us, Abbachio," you replied, your thumb gently stroking the soft skin on his cheek. Abbacchio didn't reply, and his face didn't change either, but you could feel him relax slightly from hearing your words. "I guess... you're right," he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. And with that, Abbacchio once again leaned down to kiss your lips, the action softer this time than the first. You smiled into it, kissing him back as you felt the familiar softness of his lips on yours once more.

Quickly, though, things got heated. As the kiss went on, so did the roughness of it and Abbacchio's movements. He began groping at your chest, feeling you up through your clothes. You couldn't help but groan softly every now and again, reveling in how it felt to have him touch you in such a manner. Abbacchio then started trailing his kisses downward, and you could feel every mark that his lipstick made on your skin, knowing it'd be hard to wash off later. Of course, though, you didn't mind, especially not when he started kissing and nipping at your neck, doing it in such a way that felt so good, but still being mindful enough not to leave a noticeable mark. You threaded your fingers through his long hair, and he groaned when you gripped the silver locks at the base. You loved hearing him make noises, so you kept pulling and pulling until he was panting softly and moaning every now and again. After a while, he pulled himself away from you once again, earning a frustrated whine from you. He almost laughed, but he didn't want you to make a huge deal out of it. "Don't worry," he began, sitting up as he still loomed over you, "I'm not done with you yet."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Both of your eyes went wide, and for a moment you stilled in panic, not knowing what to do. Who could it be? What were they going to do if they walked in and saw you with unmistakable purple marks all over you?! In a split second, you wrapped a blanket around yourself, covering your whole body up to your eyes. Abbacchio said nothing, instead staring at the door and waiting for someone to open it, all the while thinking of how he was going to explain being alone with you in a room to his fellow gang members. The door opened, and you nearly winced. Standing at the door was... Bruno! The two of you immediately sighed with relief, earning a confused look from Bruno as he stepped into the room. "What's with those looks?" he asked, shutting the door behind as he was now fully in the room with the both of you. Abbacchio was the first to speak, clearing his throat as a shade of pink rose on his cheeks. "It- It's nothing," he muttered, now turning to look at you, who was still covered with a blanket. Your eyes darted over to Bruno, then back to Abbacchio, before taking the blanket off of yourself, revealing to Bruno what the two of you had been hiding.

Bruno stood still for a moment, drinking in the sight of your marked up body. He let out a hum, his expression unchanging as he walked over to the two of you sitting on the bed. "It's barely noon, Abbacchio. You couldn't wait until nightfall?" Bruno asked rhetorically, a tiny smile on his face. "I knew I was hearing something," Bruno continued, now standing right in front of Abbacchio. The other man said nothing, his eyes to the floor and a bright red blush on his face. You were just the same, now kind of realizing that it really was kind of early for this sort of thing. Bruno laughed over the deafening silence in the room, his hands reaching up to Abbacchio's shoulders as he began to massage them carefully. "I'm simply messing with you, Leone." Bruno stayed silent for a moment as well, focusing on kneading the muscles on Abbacchio's shoulder as Abbacchio himself very gladly gave into the feeling, letting out a pleased sigh. "However, can I ask... What's going on? This is unlike the two of you... Doing this when there's risk of people hearing." Abbacchio tensed up a bit as your eyes looked to him. "That's all you," you said quietly, earning a look from Abbacchio that made you shut up instantly. Bruno raised an eyebrow at this, his shoulder massaging coming to a halt as he was now more focused on talking.

"I...," Abbacchio started, trying to find the right words to say. "I just realized what the future is going to look like for the group, and for... us." Bruno was now listening intently, keen on not saying a word until the other man was finished. "I realized... that things were going to change, that all of your focus was going to have to go to other things." Even you felt a little sad as Abbacchio confessed how he felt. You figured he was probably going to end up being right, and you didn't think you were ready for that kind of change. Abbacchio then sighed, bringing you back to the conversation. "So I.. I tensed up. This entire ordeal has me feeling on edge, and, well, you know..." Bruno stood there for a moment, thinking about what Abbacchio said. There was a twinge of sadness in his eyes, but that quickly went away as his face formed a small smile. "Leone," he said softly, beckoning Abbachhio to look at him, and he did. "I will always have time for you, for both of you." Bruno looked at you now, the same smile on his face as you returned it just a bit. "And right now," he said lowly, moving to join the both of you on the bed, "All of my focus... will be on the two of you."

Bruno then pushed Abbacchio onto the bed, gently, his hand staying pressed against his lover's chest. He then motioned for you to come closer, waving a finger at you. Of course, you obliged, moving closer to Bruno. He took in the sight of you once more, and your cheeks burned when you remembered you still looked like a mess from when Abbacchio had you alone. It was Bruno's turn now, and he began by pressing a soft yet passionate kiss on your lips that you reciprocated with joy. At the same time, Bruno's thumb stroked along the exposed skin on Abbacchio's clothes, and Abbacchio metled into the touch. It was always astonishing how quickly the new Capo could get the two of you in the palm of his hand, having you hang on his every word. "Leone," Bruno mumbled in between kisses with you. Abbacchio perked up upon hearing his name, waiting for Bruno to say more. Bruno pulled away from the kiss, leaving you once again aching for more. "Why don't you continue what you started with (Y/n), hm? It was rude of me to interrupt earlier." You and Abbacchio kind of sat there for a moment, eyes darting between each other and Bruno. Then, without saying a word, Abbacchio listened. He got right back into the position he had you in earlier, your wrists pinned to the bed as he hovered over you, the same look of need now prevalent in his eyes. Without skipping a beat, he kissed you furiously, hungrily. You kissed back, trying to match his movements, unable to keep up as the feeling of teeth and tongue overwhelmed your senses.

While you were preoccupied with Abbacchio, you felt some movement below you, and then the touch of someone's hand tracing along the fabric of your pants. You knew it was Bruno, you could tell by the soft yet teasing way his hand glided along your thighs. And then, you felt his hand move up to the button of your pants, and slowly, he began to undo the garments. The feeling alone made you moan into Abbacchio's mouth, and he replied with a low growl into your mouth as his spit mixed with yours in your own mouth. Abbacchio then moved one of his hands from your wrist and started touching all over your upper body, hand moving from your cheek to your neck, then to your chest and torso. You rolled your hips at the feeling, and continued to moan into his mouth. This on top of now feeling cold air on your legs as your pants were removed was enough to have your body feeling hot and tingly all over, like your senses had tripled. You felt Bruno's fingers trace along the exposed skin of your thighs and up to your crotch, deliberately tracing around where you needed him most. This caused you to buck your hips ever so slightly, trying to convey your sense of need in the situation. Bruno only chuckled softly in response.

"Keep them in place, Leone, hm?" he mused, prompting Abbacchio to listen to his command. One of his hands rested itself on your torso while the other stayed wrapped around your wrist, and you used the only free hand you had to grab a fist full of Abbacchio's hair. Abbacchio was no longer kissing you, instead looking back at what Bruno was doing, desperately wanting to see your whole self exposed before he did anything else. Bruno noticed this and smiled up at the moody man. He then grabbed the waistline of your underwear and slowly began pulling down until the garments were bunched up at your knees, exposing just how badly this was all affecting you. You were throbbing and wet, and you couldn't help but rub your thighs together as your sensitive area was exposed to the air in the room. You squirmed until Abbacchio tightened his grip on you, a silent way of telling you to be still. You listened, but still panted heavily as you waited impatiently for something to happen. Bruno spoke up, looking right at Abbacchio. "Keep them quiet for me, yes?" And with that, he went down on you, a stifled moan escaping your lips as Abbacchio quickly caught your lips in another hot mouthed kiss.

Brunos tongue constantly swirled around your most sensitive spots, a string of lewd whimpers leaving your mouth as Abbacchio drank up every sound. You could feel his hardness pressing against your torso, and that alone made your core ache even more. Bruno moved down, his tongue now teasing your wet hole. Teasingly, he pushed his tongue inside, and it made your eyes roll back into your head. It was always such an odd sensation feeling one of their tongues go inside, but it was nothing that you didn't welcome. You loved it, rolling your hips as Bruno's nose pressed up against your outer sensitive bits. You could already feel yourself getting close, and you hoped and prayed that they didn't stop until you came. Abbacchio worked on your mouth, the hand that was once gripping your torso now feeling you up and giving you a light pinch every once in a while, giving you shocks each time. The knot in your stomach got tighter, any longer and you'd cum all over Bruno's mouth. You believe that's what he wanted though, because his movements only got more rough and needy as time went on.

"Fu- Fuck...," you groaned into Abbacchio's mouth, a little way to let the two of them know that you were about to cum. Abbacchio responded with a moan into your mouth, the thought of you releasing turning him on even more. Bruno expertly worked his tongue inside you while his nose still pressed up on you in just the right way. And then it happened, the knot in your stomach snapped and your lewd juices found themself spreading all over Bruno's mouth. Your back arched as you felt just the perfect amount of overstimulation from your orgasm, enough to have you seeing stars. Both of the men moaned with you, almost as if they could feel the pleasure themselves. After a moment, Bruno finally let up, picking his head up from between your thighs and licking his lips. Abbacchio sat up as well, panting heavily as he looked at the hot expression on your face. Bruno suddenly grabbed Abbacchio by the hair, forcing him to look at the Capo as he forcefully pressed his lips onto Abbacchio's. The taste of you on Bruno's mouth met Abbacchio's tongue, and he groaned loudly at how you tasted. Their tongues mingled together for a while before they stopped to get some air, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. You could only watch, the sight before you having you feel aroused all over again.

Bruno licked his lips a final time before speaking up, "Narancia is still out for groceries," he began, his signature calm expression returning to his face. "We don't need to be down for a good while." Both you and Abbachio smiled at his words, happy that Bruno wanted to keep going just as much as you both did. "Leone, lay down for me," Bruno said softly, Abbachio obliging immediately. He lay down on the bed, the tent in his pants now even more prevalent as all eyes were on him. Bruno crawled closer, and you watched as he began palming Abbacchio's erection, earning a groan from his lover's gritted teeth. You watched on, biting your lip as you saw Bruno work his usual magic. He then began to undress Abbacchio, removing that huge belt of his and pushing his long overcoat to the side. He then worked on his pants, quickly undoing them and pulling both his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. Abbacchio's cock was freed and exposed to the air, precum already leaking from the tip. You and Bruno stared for a moment, your own cheeks growing redder at the sight of his length. Bruno, on the other hand, was already getting to work. Just as he did with you, he moved down, placing his head between Abbacchio's thighs. He kissed his way up Abbacchio's inner thighs until his lips met with the base of the other man's cock, now kissing the sensitive manhood. Bruno licked all the way up his shaft until he got to the tip, licking up some of the dripping precum.

This earned a harsh groan from Abbacchio, and his hand instinctively went to grab at whatever was closest, which happened to be you. He grabbed at your soft flesh and it made you whine, but you loved how it felt as his nails dug into your skin. Bruno continued licking Abbacchio's tip, teasingly so that he deliberately wasn't giving him everything he wanted. Of course, Abbacchio responded by trying to buck his hips so he could feel more of Bruno's mouth on him, earning a smug smirk from Bruno himself. The black haired man lifted his head from Abbacchio's cock, his eyes going a bit dark as he looked up at the two of you. Without breaking eye contact with Abbacchio, Bruno plunged a single finger into his hole, causing Abbacchio to cry out. You were quick to silence Abbacchio, placing a hand over his mouth just for the time being since neither you nor Bruno expected him to make such a noise. "Careful, Leone," Bruno said, sliding his single digit in and out of Abbacchio at such a sensual rhythm. "If you want us to keep going, you'll need to lower your voice, lest you want someone to come knocking on that door." Abbacchio gulped at this, knowing Bruno was right. You slowly removed your hand, now focused on Bruno as he slid another finger inside of Abbacchio, knowing that he was testing the limits of what he could do. Bruno cleared his throat to stop you from staring, and with his eyes, he motioned towards Abbacchio's aching cock, twitching with need. You understood immediately and moved yourself, straddling Abbacchio's lap with your back facing him. You leaned forward and kissed his tip softly before taking it into your mouth, the feeling making Abbacchio full on moan. 

You began to lightly suck on Abbacchio's swollen tip, knowing it was the most sensitive part of his manhood. He groaned once again, a hand reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair. You didn't mind of course, and kept sucking and moving your tongue along where he needed you most. With one of your free hands, you grabbed the length of his shaft and began stroking up and down, creating even more stimulation for Abbacchio on top of everything else. So there you and Bruno were, both working on Abbacchio in your separate ways, each move from the both of you sending shockwaves up his spine. Abbacchio continued to tug on your hair, squirming slightly as you gradually took more of him into your mouth. He did his best to be quiet, but every now and then a strained moan couldn't help but escape from his mouth. The view of your ass settled in front of his face mixed with the pleasure he was getting from constant stimulation was making his eyes roll back into his head, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Bruno picked up the pace with his fingers, going faster as he curled them in and out of Abbacchio. You went further as well, removing your hand from his cock so you could take the whole thing into your mouth. Abbacchio was pretty big, so you couldn't stop the slight gag comeing from your mouth when you took him all in down to the base, his tip touching the back of your throat. You went back up again, now moving your head up and down in just the perfect rhythm. Abbacchio couldn't take much more, and with the increasing pace from both of you, he finally came. His cum shot right into your mouth, and you made sure to swallow every single drop, not daring to let it leak out anywhere.

Bruno kept using his fingers, gradually slowing down until stopping, then pulling them out of Abbacchio's hole. Abbacchio himself was a panting mess, his fist still balled up in your hair and the rest of him twitching from his orgasm. His eyes already had a fucked out expression even though he knew there was more to come, and he bit his lip just thinking about what would happen next. Bruno then sighed, taking in the sight of you on top of Abbachio as you drank up all of his seed. Once you finally lifted your head, Bruno did with you just as he did with Abbacchio, and grabbed your head to pull you in for a kiss. Also with you, he forced his tongue into your mouth, wanting to taste Abbacchio on his tongue; he loved tasting the both of you. You moaned into his mouth, not fighting as he swirled his tongue around to taste the salty remnants of what Abbacchio had left. When he finally pulled away, both of your faces were red and your mouth was puffy from your earlier activities. You both then looked at Abbacchio, seeing that he was still breathing quite heavily, but he was now sitting up and watching you and Bruno with lustful eyes. Bruno, of course, wasted no time in continuing.

He threw you onto the bed, your bad against the bedsheets as you landed with a small yelp. Bruno then crawled on top of you, his hardness pressing against your crotch. He wasted no time, sitting up momentarily to completely undress himself, pants and all. Once he was fully naked, both you and Abbacchio went red at the sight. Bruno's perfect body lined with tattoos that fit him so perfectly, you couldn't help but stare in awe. Bruno chuckled at this, and didn't give you much time to drink in the sight of him before he was back on top of you, his now exposed shaft pressing up against you. "Are you ready..?" he asked softly, placing a hand on your cheek. "Will you be able to keep quiet while I please you?" You nodded eagerly, already feeling your whole aching for him once again. Without another word, Bruno positioned himself at your entrance, his tip teasing it. You bit your lip, waiting for him to finally push himself into you, and so he did. Slowly, he thrust his cock inside of you until he bottomed out, not moving so he could give you time to adjust. He stretched you out every time, and it always made you want to cry out in ecstasy. You couldn't this time, though, so you threw your hand over your mouth to stifle any noises you might make. After he noticed that you were ready for him to start moving, he did just so, rocking his hips back and forth in a slow and steady rhythm. 

You moaned as quietly as you could, your free hand already grabbing at the skin on Bruno's back. "Leone," Bruno spoke in between quiet groans, "Come join us, won't you?" Abbacchio snapped out of the trance he went into while watching you two, and nodded softly at Bruno. With Bruno on top of you, it gave Abbacchio easier access to the other man. Looking Bruno's ass as it moved back and forth made Abbacchio grow hard all over again, and he couldn't wait to fit himself inside of Bruno. It was going to be a bit of an awkward fit, but the three of you always made it work. You spread your legs wider so Abbacchio could properly nestle himself where he needed to be, and his hands were already groping at Bruno's backside. Bruno moaned softly at the action, still pumping in and out of your tight hole. Abbacchio then lined himself up with Bruno's ass, the tip of his cock just barely pressing into Bruno's asshole.

Bruno stilled for a moment, wanting Abbacchio inside him before he started moving again. You whined when he stopped, but knew he'd pick back up again soon enough. With that, Abbacchio was finally able to sink himself into Bruno, causing Bruno's legs to shake just a little bit as Abbacchio filled him completely. Once Abbacchio was comfortably inside, Bruno began moving back and forth. On one end, he was moving in and out of you, and on the other, he was sliding himself on and off of Abbacchio's cock. The pleasure was immense for everyone, all of you moaning while making half-assed attempts at being quiet. Your nails dug into Bruno's back before raking themselves up and down the skin, leaving red marks in their wake. "You both... feel amazing," Bruno complimented as he fucked himself on the two of you. All you could do was moan in agreement, feeling yourself tense up and already approach another orgasm.

The other two felt the same, the erotic atmosphere in the room adding so much more on top of the pleasure they were already experiencing. Bruno started moving faster and harder, his cock hitting your sweet spot in just the right way to make you cry out for him. On the other hand, he kept slamming his ass onto Abbacchio's pelvis, Abbacchio gripping onto Bruno's waist as he guided him through every thrust. None of you could handle it for much longer, and with just a few thrusts from Bruno, you all came undone simultaneously. Bruno's hot seed shot into your hole while you tightened around him dangerously so, while Abbacchio's cum found itself planted in Bruno's own tightness. You were all panting and moaning, unable to help the dirty sounds coming from your mouths as you rode out your orgasms.

Bruno eventually came to a halt and the two men immediately collapsed onto you, but you welcomed them both with open arms. The room now smelled like sweat and sex, something so erotic that it made your cheeks heat up. With Bruno now in the middle, you and Abbacchio latched onto him, your arms and hands going all over his body while you hoisted your leg onto his thigh. He smiled softly at the embrace, enjoying the feeling of having his lovers sprawled over him like this. "Leone, (Y/n)," Bruno said, his voice as soft as ever. "I'll make sure to it that nothing changes between us. And if it does, I don't want either of you to hesitate to put me in my place." He said, adding on that last part with a tiny laugh. Both you and Abbacchio smiled at him, knowing he meant everything he was saying. "Yeah, we'll make sure of it," Abbacchio replied, and you nodded in agreement.

Looking at a nearby clock, you realized that not much time had actually passed. So, you settled yourself beneath the blankets, urging the others to do the same. They did, and so the three of you lay there together in a loving embrace, drifting off into sleep while you waited for the day to carry on.

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"That's it, keep going, my love."

You were currently with Caesar in his quarters, laying before him on his own bed as you pleasured yourself, per his request. He got the idea after things between the two of you got rather heated this afternoon, neither of you being able to keep your hands off of each other for some reason or another. The whole day he was pulling you aside, stuffing you in closets, and even bringing you along for Hamon training just so he could get his hands on you as soon as possible. You never fought back of course, always yearning for him just as much as he did you, dare you say even more. And now, it was nightfall, and all was quiet throughout the building, except in Caesar's room, of course. It started with a hungry makeout session, the usually calm and collected blonde now leaving messy kisses all over you as he tore your clothes off. He had such a lustful look in his eyes, and he licked his lips as he figured out what to do with you. Or rather, figured out what he was going to make you do. And so he settled on the one thing he knew would make you squirm, and that was letting him watch while you touched yourself in such embarrassing ways. He knew you practically hated it, but loved it so much at the same time that you'd never refuse. it was the perfect thing to get both of you riled up for the night ahead.

"Cae-Caesar... Do I really have to keep going?" you asked, your hands still continuing to please you as you asked, knowing inside that you wanted desperately for him to keep looking at you the way he was right now. Caesar's eyes met yours, and a smirk appeared on his face as he inched just a bit closer to you. He placed a hand on your face and tilted your chin up so you'd be looking at him more directly. "Hmm, I think you know the answer to that, tesoro," he replied, planting a soft kiss on your lips before going back to his previous position, sitting in front of you with dark eyes. You whined softly, but knew that if you wanted anything else tonight, you'd have to listen to him. You'd never admit it, but you loved this, you loved when he teased you in this way that made you feel such embarrassment. And so you continued, your fingers once more going back down to your body and where you felt most sensitive. You began to stroke yourself, teasingly light to where you shuddered just a bit. Caesar watched on, his mind racing with what he would do to you later. He smiled even more, knowing just what to do to get you going even more.

"Just imagine what I'll do to you, amore," he said, his voice low. Already, it made your core twinge. Something about his voice and the dirty words that came out of it made you wanna cum a million times over. "God.. Tell me," you replied, your voice breathy and high pitched. Caesar laughed quietly, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "Hmm, well, I can't wait to fill you up so nicely," he began, watching as you bit your lip and increased your pace. He noticed this, and knew he had to keep going to get the sweetest reactions out of you. "I'll have you screaming my name when I'm done with you. Shoving your face into the mattress while I ruin you so nicely." You were pleasing yourself furiously now, bucking your hips into the air as if it would do anything to help how you felt. You needed release so desperately, but it was still just building up.

Caesar couldn't get enough. He bit his own lip and his eyes raked all over your body. "Yes, keep touching yourself. I want to watch you come undone, all over the bed, my love." You nodded breathlessly, rolling your hips as you kept going just for him. Your fingers eventually dipped down, teasing the entrance to your wet, aching hole. You looked Caesar right in the eye for only a split second before your fingers delved into your wetness, your back arching at the feeling. Of course, it didn't feel as good as him, but you had to make do for now. Caesar sighed shakily, his eyes trained on your fingers. "Shit..," he muttered. You loved that he liked what he was seeing, so you kept going at it just for his pleasure. "Mmph, can't wait... to have you," you mewled desperately, already a mess for him even though he hasn't done a single thing to you. He loved hearing you talk, and he wanted to hear more sweet sounds come from your mouth. "Oh yes? Hmm, you can't wait for me to finally fuck you, can you?" he asked, knowing the answer already. You nodded eagerly, plunging your fingers in and out of yourself. you looked down for a moment to see that Caesar was hard, very hard. He noticed your staring and snickered. "Focus, now. You'll get this later, amore." Your face somehow turned even redder, both at his words and the fact that he was so turned on by watching you.

"Caesar... I'm.. 'M gonna cum," you panted, picking up the pace as you fucked yourself. He loved this, unable to help but run a hand along your thigh, and it took everything in him not to finish the job for you. The both of you were so eager to get to the main event, but you still wanted to take things nice and slow, for it was never fun when you rushed through everything. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening, your sweet release on its way. Caesar squeezed your inner thigh, and that just brought you so much closer. Your breath quickened and you now used both of your hands to stimulate yourself, one fucking into you while the other stroked your throbbing sweet spots. Caesar moaned with you, the sight of you almost becoming too much for him to hold back from. "Cum for me, bella," he said, his voice having a demanding tone to it. He wanted to see your orgasmic expression, to see your face as you came undone for him. It never got old, no matter how many times he witnessed it.

"Cumming.. Ah, I'm cumming- Caesar!" You moaned loudly before you finally came hard on yourself, your hole tightening up instantly and your thighs shaking like they were made of jelly. Casear's grip on you tightened even further, and that simply added onto the pleasure. You pulled your fingers out from inside yourself but kept rubbing on your outer parts to keep yourself deliciously stimulated for just a while longer. You rode out your orgasm, finally coming to a halt with a final whimper leaving your mouth. Caesar was panting as well, watching your juices flow and wet the sheets of the bed. He couldn't help himself any longer, and quickly ducked his head down between your thighs. He must- no, needed to lick you up, to taste you before he fucked you senseless. You whined loudly as his tongue lapped you up, overstimulating you perfectly as you squirmed beneath his touch. It was almost too much, but just the right amount at the same time. You grabbed his hair while he licked you up and down, and while you loved it, you could only take so much. Gently, you tried to pull his head up off of you, and it took a few tries before he finally listened, unenthusiastically.

"Forgive me," he began, "I can't help myself sometimes." He leaned in closer to you, lifting himself up and bringing you in for a hot, passionate kiss. His tongue mixed with yours, the taste of yourself still present on his tongue. After swapping saliva for a while longer, Caesar finally pulled away, the two of you breathing heavily. "Hmm, I think it's my turn to please you now, no?" he asked, the question rather rhetorical. You nodded without saying a word, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. Caesar hovered on top of you, his eyes full with love and most importantly, lust. You smiled as you bit your lip, knowing you were in for a long night.