Yet Another JoJo Oneshot Book

Modern Love* || Yoshikage K.

Happy belated birthday to the stinky hand fucker

NSFW, femdom, restraints, hand kink? And not beta read
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Your delicate hands tapped down the shoulders of his purple suit. His muscles pulsated and jumped under your hands as they went down, down, down.
It was hard to see sitting behind Yoshikage, but you made due. It was for him of course. Your fingers clicked down his buttons, not daring to take them off just yet. Yoshikage had trouble controlling his breathing. His chest heaved under the tight shirt, sweat already began to pour down his brow to bleed on to the cloth around his eyes.
Yes, Yoshikage Kira. Tied up, hands bound behind his back, eyes covered, left at your mercy. You cooed sweet nothings in his ear as you groped his chest and his abs under his shirt, your clean hands clung to his sweaty skin. You fell silent when your hand flew down to his pants to grab his stiff bulge, already hot and ready for you. "Oh, Yoshikage. We've only been at it for ten minutes and you're already so hard!" You squeezed and rubbed him through his purple pants, your touch switched from teasing to angry so quick like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. It was so cute how his thighs unceremoniously twitched and trembled with every grope of your hand.
"You look so cute like this, Dear," You murmured, not really caring if he actually heard you. You were so in awe over the scene of his cock straining against its confines, begging for more than harsh rubbing. It cried for warmth and love, if that growing wet spot said anything.
"So cute I could just eat you up."
You said nothing more as you took your hand away from his pulsating crotch. Yoshikage's little whimper of "no" was ignored. You stood to walk around in front of him. Shoes clacked against the hard flooring, adding more tension to the blond's shoulders with every step. With a twist you turned to peer down at your horny husband. He was looking up in your general direction, mouth open to gasp in air, slouched but rigged to hide the embarrassing shame in his lap. "Tell me, love," You cooed to him while getting down on your knees once again. "Do you want me to use my tongue? Or my hands? Tonight, I'll let you decide." You punctuated with a fat stripe of saliva over the protruding bump in the seat of his pants. Your lips pressed against his covered member and your nails ran lines up and back down his thighs. They got up to his belt, following it to the buckle to take it off. You didn't give him the privilege of taking his pants off completely, they settled near his thighs with his mouth watering cock standing proud, leaking precum onto his underwear.
You grew tired of waiting for an answer, he wasn't giving you one any time soon without prompting him first. So you gripped him by the scruff of the neck and pointed to look at the ceiling, throat on show to you. The suddenness startled him awake again. "You speak to me when I talk to you. Start making noise, or I'll just have to tie up that pretty mouth of yours if you don't put it to use. Would you prefer a dirty rag over my delicious fingers?"
He gargled against the thumb that was suddenly shoved between his lips, pinning down his tongue and rubbing it. A strangled moan left his open mouth once he tried to speak. "Hh... Hand..." He added kitten licks to the intruding digit, his wet muscle tried to lick and wrap around it like it was a treat so graciously given to him. The blindfold around his eyes was wet with silent tears now. "N-No, Moufth.. please use your mouth on my cock!"
Satisfied, you popped your thumb from out of it's messy confines and papped his cheek gently, he leaned into it like a starved housecat. "Such a good boy I have.."
You settled back down on your knees. His dick now was pink and angry turning red at the tip still leaking pre. You played with the slit, using his cum as makeshift lube to pump his length, he was producing enough where you didn't have to worry about hurting him.
He looked so perfect. Yoshikage's shoulders settled, he was leaned against the back of his chair, enjoying the feeling of your hands. Finally, your head dipped to take the head of his cock between your lips, sucking and licking like it was candy. The bitter salty taste drew a moan from your throat that reverberated around his cockhead. His voice wavered and pitched up in time with your sucking. Your fingers left his shaft to unbutton the bottom half of his dress shirt. Your painted thumbs followed the lines and crevices of his abs to follow up to his nipples, where you played with them and punched them hard and pink.
You swallowed more of his shaft absolutely addicted to the way he pulsed and pressed into your throat. His chest heaved with breaths, drool followed down his chin to wet the collar of his best shirt. He wasn't scared to let you hear how much he enjoyed the sweet torture.
Until then you were set in a teasingly slow pace that forced out more whines from Yoshikage's lips. Suddenly you drew back your hands to his ass and grabbed him for balance, and fucked his cock with your mouth. He easily could touch the back of your throat and more. It hurt, but it was too good to stop. He tasted absolutely divine. Your saliva dropped from his shaft onto his balls to make a mess. Yoshikage almost curled in on himself if it wasn't for the restraints holding him back. He might as well have screamed your name into the dark night, pleading "too much". He humped at your skull which forced your face into his pelvis and light blond pubes. You spewed out moans for more sensation. He kept fucking into you himself, moaning like a bitch in heat. You decided to use your hands more, they fondled at his thighs and balls, squeezing them in your paws. You could feel them harden in his incoming release. The way they stiffened and pulsed made you salivate more.
He must've weaseled his way out of his confines, but with the way his hands grabbed at your skull while he messily begged to cum, you decided you wouldn't punish him this time. He was in control now, somewhat. So you let him use your skull as he pleased. He was nearing quick. His throat was sore from his screaming but it couldn't stop him from chanting his "yes'" into the sky.
Then he finally stopped, and bitter warmth flooded your mouth. His cum was thick and stuck to the sides of your throat as it slid down to your stomach. Soft pumps aided in more weak spurts of his spunk trailing down your lips, which you easily licked clean. Your husband became jello in his seat, thighs still twitching around your neck while he caught his breath, hands still stuck in your hair grabbing at the strands.
You kissed his length before getting to work cleaning it. You licked it clean of his white mess and suckled at the slit for any more before popping off with a trail of saliva connecting you two.
You took off his pants but left him with some decency in his boxers, you took off his over shirt and left to begin neatly folding them to wait on your shared dresser. Once that was done you unbuttoned his dress shirt completely to aid in helping him catch his breath. You sat in his lap, making sure not to touch his sensitive member, to undo the restraints completely and take off his eye mask, kissing his wet cheek so sweetly once it was visible again. He practically melted against you for support as you babied him like a helpless kitty.
"I hope I pleased you well, my dear." You whispered gently into his ear as you softly scratched at his scalp with perfectly manicured nails. His only reply was heavy breaths against your own.
"Happy birthday, Yoshikage."