JJBA Oneshots

Guido Mista; Daddy's Got A Gun.

A/N: TW; Lemon🍋! Gunplay, (slight) Daddykink, Rough sex, Slight degredation, Masochist! Reader, Threats of physical violence, Threats of homicide, Dirty talk, Threats of rough anal sex(briefly),
^I'm trying to get better with my trigger warnings, so if theres anything triggering in my past or future oneshots that I may have forgotten to mention PLEASE tell me.
Slightly inspired from the song 'Hayloft' by Mother Mother. No Sex Pistol babies were involved in the making, for their own sake🥺 I'm going to start writing a bit more hardcore lemons(like this), so I'm wondering if making a seperate book with them would be better than just in this one? I know alot of people have alot of different tastes and although I'm adding heavy trigger-warnings with these I'd hate to lose readers due to these types of things. Opinions?

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"You're such a bad girl, amore mio. I don't even know why I put up with you, anymore." The cool metal of the muzzle of his favorite gun made you shiver, as it scraped against the bare skin of your back. While his right arm and hand occupied the grip, his left snaked around your waist, pressing you against him with just enough space left for the pistol.

"I'm sorry for being bad, Mista."

"Don't lie to me, you aren't sorry," His breath was hot and arousing against your ear, making your skin grow little bumps, and the tone of his voice made your knees want to buckle. "No, no. You like this, don't you? That's why you keep testing my nerves. You want me to completely destroy you, sí?."

You leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder, you flashed him big puppy-dog eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about, bello?."

He furrowed his brows at your feigned innocence. "See what I mean? I have a gun pressed against your back and you STILL don't have the decency to not be a brat!," He growled. "You're horrible, such a naughty girl. What kind of little lady likes to get threatened with a gun, hmm?."

"You're no better," You defended. "Your cock is hard. Tell me, what kind of pervert likes to threaten little ladies with a gun, hmm?."

"I should beat the shit out of you," His grip around your waist tightened, making you gasp. "But I think you'd like that a little too much."

"Cara, cara, cara," He scolded, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he spoke. "I don't know why you do this to me, baby. You know if you want me to push you around so badly, all you have to do is ask, right? Or is that just not as fun? Speak up, puttana." He dug the muzzle of the gun further into the dip of your back.

"It's not as fun, asking! I like making you mad!." He twisted it around against your back, leaving an irritation mark against your soft skin.

"Silly, silly girl. What a stupid thing to do; making a man who could easily break you in half, angry."

You wriggled against him, growing needier by the second. He chuckled at your pathetic attempt for touch.

"Pretty baby, don't you need to apologize to me, and actually mean it?."

"Mm? How would I do that?." You questioned, although fully knowing what the answer would be.

"You could start by getting on your knees."

You contemplated what would happen if you told him no. Nevertheless you decided to advise against that, and you complied. You turned to face him, and left a few hungry kisses on his lips before you dropped to the floor.

"Sooo, now what do I do?." You played stupid, waiting further instruction, rubbing his thighs through the fabric of his pants. The large imprint in his crotch region was hard to ignore, merely inches from your face, but you did your best for the time being.