JJBA Oneshots

Kinktober 4; Prosciutto.

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Prompt 4, Sugar daddy & Heels.

Translations
Bambola=Doll

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"Open your eyes, bambola" Prosciutto murmured, placing a square shaped object onto your lap. You did so, looking down, excited to see what it was. A present box, adorned with a red ribbon and a fancy brand logo. You immediately knew what it was, fingertips working hastily to undo the ribbon and open the finely wrapped box, a specific twinkle in your eye that only ever appeared when you were given things. One that Prosciutto loved to see.

Upon opening the box, you discovered it was the newest release of designer heels you'd been blabbering to him about, as you expected- a smile sprawling onto your face and clasping your hands together in excitement, you squealed with happiness. "Pros, I've been wanting these! Thank you, thank you!"

"Hurry, try them on. I want to see them on you" He had a smirk stuck onto his face, firstly because he knew they were going to look wonderful, and secondly because he knew you'd want to repay him handsomely. And you would. You didn't hesitate to put the shiny, strappy heels on; standing up and parading them around as if you were a runway model. He chuckled lightly, accepting you into his arms as you strutted up to him for a thankful hug.

And when your hands lingered on his chest, tracing down his suit a smidgen too long, he knew your reciprocity was endearing. "Let me reimburse you, hmm?" You cooed to the tall blond, cupping his soft length from the outside of his suits pants. He had no complaints, and was especially silent when you rubbed against it and made his cock hard before you even began unbuttoning his trousers.

Then you were on your knees, and it was pure bliss, your tongue cushioning the bottom of his shaft while your lips worked around the base. His hips helped the friction, thrusting back and forth into your mouth in rhythm to aid the bobbing of your head. "If you do an excellent job, I might just get you that 1-carat necklace you were talking about before"

And so you stepped up your game, sucking the soul out of him; he rocked on his feet slightly, knees threatening to lock up all the while all he could focus on was your mouth, til he came down your throat.

But he still wanted to fuck you. Desperately. And he undressed you, leaving nothing but the heels before guiding you by your shoulders to the sofa. You arched your back for the handsome man, peering at him from over your shoulder lustfully while he spat on his cock, rubbing his tip against your entrance. And then it was inside of you, and you were filled to the hilt; crying out in ecstasy, as he waited no time in taking you hard, just the way you liked it. So hard it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

You loved him for his money, and he loved you for your body. To Prosciutto, it was a match made in heaven.