❝ Jojo's one-shots ❞

🍋ROHAN KISHIBE

WARNING: lemon!

➪ROHAN KISHIBE: failed mangas, petty drama, and pretty girls.
➪ REQUESTED BY: @K1RACULT-

"fuck~.."




you gasp and grasp the bedsheets like you are holding onto it as if your life depended on it.
Rohan continues to rub circles into your bruised bud with a shit-eating smirk plastered onto his face and he looks at you.

your back arches as you shove a pillow into your face to prevent as much noise as you could with your hearty moan as you reach your climax. you start seeing stars as you release yourself onto Rohan's sheets, usually, he would get mad at this but he made a little exception still bothered by it.

he slowly started to shift your flushed and panting body to the other side of the bed and spread your legs a bit more open, he hovers over your body and observes your face.

your face was flushed with crimson, your eyelids half-opened but your mouth wide open as if you were trying to catch your break after being cut off of oxygen, your hands fly to Rohan's shoulders as you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close to your face.

you smash your lips into his and he returns the kiss, it was sloppy but filled with passion, he pulls back and stares into your eyes before shifting his position allowing the tip of his member ever so slightly hit your soaking entrance causing you to let out a choked mewl as you were highly sensitive. 

the slight noise you made was enough to push Rohan over the limits as with no warning he pushed himself inside of you making you force out a guttural moan and shut your eyes tight close as he stretched out your walls.

you dig your nails into his back holding on tight as he pushes himself in and out of you, pounding mercilessly grunting, and moaning lightly sometimes calling out your name.

"oh Rohan!~" you let out a moan that more so sounded like a scream. you let go of his back and allow yourself to lay your arms limp on the sheet below you grasping at it ever so often.
he lowers his head down and bites on your neck which results in more moans emitting from your mouth. he enjoyed these sounds knowing he would be the only one who would hear them, it was ear candy to him.

"[y/n] you are so perfect to me..." Rohan whispers in your ear, he continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ears as you let out whines and moans asking for him to go

harder.

faster.

deeper.

your mind was clouded by pleasure and you weren't thinking straight, yet he obliged to your calls.

soon you were gone out of your mind, your calls of asking for more were soon replaced by calls of asking him to stop. though he knew better than to stop as you both were too far in to stop or you would both lose it from the sudden stop of pleasure 

he keeps pounding into your, the sound of skin slapping together and moans fill the room as he hits your G-spot earning a jolt of pleasure through your body as your grab back onto him.
"oh yes! right there! keep going, keep going!" you started mumbling nonsense yet it was pleasurable to hear, for Rohan at least.

Rohan soon reaches his climax and unlike before he warns you.
"Baby I'm going to-"
you cut him off





"do it."

Rohan drops his pen.



he lets out a sigh and looks at the pages he made and lowers his head into his palms rubbing his eyes and his temple.

he promptly stands up and leaves the room, he had a new issue of Pink Dark Boy coming out tomorrow he shouldn't stay up writing how own fantasies and wasting his material he should be using for the real manga.

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Rohan somberly walks into his room and shuts the door behind him after locking the windows and front door, going to his dresser he strips himself of his clothes and gathers new ones to sleep in.

after putting on the pants he holds his shirt up and sits down on the bed, he lost himself in his own world of thoughts and hadn't noted that he was gripping his shirt so tight he could rip it at any second, he soon snaps out of his daze after hearing a small rip.

he looks down at his shirts and looks at the tear he made in his shirt, he sighs and throws it on the ground. he would deal with it in the morning as he had too much on his mind at it was late.
not bothering to get a new shirt he crawls into bed and covers himself in the sheets. letting out a shaky breath he allows himself to be drifted off into slumber.

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Rohan jolts up from his sleep, he was late to hand in his new issue.

sprinting to his dresser he grabs a ball of clothes throwing it on, putting on the closest pair of shoes he could find, hastily doing his hair, and putting on his headband. he runs to his office and grabs the papers he thought he needed. not caring to look just grabbing the ones he thought was his manga.





oh how wrong he was to do that