Jojo Lewds (18+, I'm taking requests)

Gyro x fem!reader smut

A.N.: Hey, gamers, It's me, Egg again! This is a request for @pp_pickler, my editor for these JoJo smuts! Love you dorks, now let's begin! :)

-----------------3rd person P.O.V.----------------

A girl with (H/C) tresses sitting in a bar, sipping daintily on her drink. Wearing a smirk, she eyed a tall man sitting alone with blond hair and exotic green eyes. They made eye contact, and she coyly turned away, tossing her head over her shoulder teasingly.

 Getting up creakily from his stool, the man strutted towards her, his golden locks bouncing up and down with every step, his boots clicking on the hardwood floor. Pretending to ignore him, she continued to sip on her (Fave drink). He sat down next to her, clearing his throat. "Howdy, little lady," he greeted.

 She looked him in the eye, and she smirked, her face almost fox-like. Her icy (E/C) eyes seemingly stared into his soul 

"Hello, big guy," she responded, "What's your name?" 

Amused, the man chuckled. "Nyo-ho-ho! A feisty one, eh? They call me Gyro. Gyro Zepelli. Pleased to make yer acquaintance." He bared his teeth, his custom carved grills that read "Go! Go! Zepelli" glinted in the light. The girl couldn't help but burst out giggling as soon as the garish grills crossed her line of sight. 

 "A pleasure to me-hee-t you, Mister Gyro," her cheeks puffed with laughter, "I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."

 As soon as she recovered from her fit of laughter, she twirled a lock of her hair while gazing eagerly into his eyes. 

"So, what kind of pastimes do you enjoy, Miss (Y/N)?" Gyro asked coquettishly. Leaning on to the table, the cowboy-looking goon let out a sigh, checking the beautiful girl in front of him out from head to toe. "Nevermind that; God, you're exquisite." 

(Y/N) let out a delicious sigh as she curled her toes and shivered. 

"You have quite the way with words, Mr. Cowboy," she giggled as she tipped his hat so she could get a better view of his face. He was gorgeous, to say the least. Gyro stirred in his seat, a faint pink dusting his creamy cheeks.

 "Soo..." he began, averting his eyes from her divine (Skin color) face, "D'ya want me to buy you a drink or...hang out at my place?" he finished, thumb gesturing towards the door of the saloon. 

"That would be welcome, yes." (Y/N) coincided cooly. Getting up deliberately, teasingly, (Y/N) smoothed out her rumpled, (Favorite color) dress, stretching tantalizingly. Gyro rose up too, and he grasped her delicate, gloved hand as he led her to his noble steed. (Y/N) was somehow swooning over this goofy, charismatic cowboy. She relished everything about him, from his brawny build, silky strands of blond hair, and even his ludicrous "Go! Go! Zepelli" teeth. His charm was irresistible, almost like he was doused in an aphrodisiac. But (Y/N) wasn't one to be taken home so easily by a stranger, no, no; she liked to play hard to get. 

 "Mister Gyro, what exactly do you plan to do to a vulnerable lady like me in your house, hm?" she then let out a fake gasp, "You don't... plan to take advantage of me do you?" 

Taken aback, Gyro babbled "I- uh... not unless you want to? Do you?" Barking with laughter at seeing the once confident cowboy all flustered, (Y/N) slapped his chest gently. 

"You've won me over, Signor Gyro," she responded in a darker voice, "I wouldn't mind spending the night with you." The last part of her respondeo was in almost a whisper, she trailed her index fingertip down the center of his pecs. 

"Alright then, missy. Let's go."

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