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There was a brief period of time before you found out that Johnny and Gyro were a couple that you found yourself feeling sweet on both of them. Gyro, with his quirky humor and long, silky golden hair. Johnny, with his hidden smiles on those perfectly pouty lips and the easy way you could sit in silence with him. And then a few weeks after meeting both of them in separate classes, you spot Gyro kneeling down to kiss Johnny one afternoon and feel incredibly embarrassed for all your previous flirting — oh, if you’d known they were a couple you would have never batted your eyelashes or laughed a little too loud at their jokes like you had been.
But for what it was worth, neither of them brought it up and without even knowing how (Gyro was annoyingly observant and had called you over upon seeing you, broad smile crossing his face when he realized you were that nice girl from class Johnny was talking about — he insisted the three of you get lunch together), somehow you were with them more often than not. A study session, a quick trip to the store with Johnny, helping Gyro sort paperwork because Johnny couldn’t stand to… And yet when they weren’t looking, a guilty feeling gnawed at your stomach when you thought about how much you still liked them.
What you didn’t know, though, was that Gyro and Johnny had been discussing how much they liked you in those little hidden moments, murmuring about if now was the right time to bring it up. Gyro was enthusiastic and while Johnny wanted it just as much, he was hesitant — what if they (read: Johnny) disappointed you? Gyro would kiss Johnny and tell him he was perfect and that it was very clear that you wanted both of them. And so, with Gyro’s cajoling and when Johnny realized he couldn’t stop staring at your damn pretty face, he decided it was time.
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Movie night was a time-honored Friday night tradition in the combined Joestar-Zeppeli apartment — only this time, the invitation was extended to you alone. Johnny and Gyro were both a bundle of nerves waiting for you to arrive. Johnny wouldn’t stop picking at his beanie and Gyro was nervously clicking his gold-plated teeth, a habit that Johnny hated.
“Gyro, please.” Johnny groans, shooting a look at him. “You’ve gotta be the confident one here, come on.”
“Oh sorry, Johnny,” Gyro says, rolling his name in his mouth like he did when he was irritated. “Do you have experience with this that you’re not telling me about?”
Johnny rolls his eyes, but cups Gyro’s cheek in his hand and runs his thumb over one of the rough patches left by his bizarre choice of facial hair. “No… Shit, sorry. I’m just nervous.”
Gyro gives Johnny a peck on the cheek in response and practically jumps off the couch when he hears your familiar knock on the apartment door. Johnny waits on the couch and leans over the edge to hear the conversation, relaxing at the sound of your voice.
“Buonasera, bella.” Gyro greets, holding the door for you. In your hands you have the pizzas ordered ahead of time from one of the authentic Italian restaurants in the area. With a smile, you greet him back. Gyro immediately takes the warm boxes from you with a wink and beckons you to follow him even though you already know the layout of their apartment well.
“Hey,” Johnny drawls from the couch. The nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach when you were around them was in full effect — Gyro looked impossibly handsome tonight and Johnny was just… adorable and handsome all at once. You make your way to join him and plop down on the loveseat, not noticing the slight furrow in Johnny’s brows.
“So, what are we watching tonight?” You ask, settling into the comfy chair. It was your favorite spot that you always had to fight Diego for. Johnny stares at you blankly before he realizes what you’ve asked him — you swear you see the lightest pink tint rise on his face.
“Oh, Gyro picked some scary foreign movie for some reason. It’s real good, he said.” Johnny almost talks himself out of saying his next line, but hell, he used to be a huge flirt so he knows he can do it. “We’ll hold you if it’s too scary.”
Your face rises with heat at the thought and you giggle nervously. Before you can respond Gyro interrupts by handing you a plate with pizza, sitting down next to Johnny and doing the same. He gives you another wide smile. “Yes, Johnny always crawls in my lap. He gets so scared! I’m used to it!”
“Gyro,” Johnny whines, playfully flicking his nose. You don’t really think about it too much because all you can think about is being on Gyro’s muscly thighs and perhaps grinding against him — god, you were shameless. You stuff a bite of pizza in your mouth to distract yourself and settle back to watch the movie.
The first 30 minutes are fairly normal. Sure, the movie is a bit creepy, but it’s more psychological than gory… And yet you can’t help but glance at Johnny and Gyro, swearing you keep catching their eyes before they turn away. Maybe they wanted you to leave? With a small cough, you announce you’re going to the bathroom.
You stare at yourself in the mirror once you’re there, movie barely audible over the shut door. Why were you even here? Sure, they were amazing friends, but you were just a third wheel right now. The thought of being close to them was nothing more than a fantasy. When you enter back into the living room, ready to make an excuse to leave, Gyro tugs you down in-between he and Johnny on the couch, claiming that he was scared.
Oh, no — you’re squished right in-between them, but Gyro’s smile is so wide, and you think that perhaps it’s just… part of his culture to be so friendly and affectionate? Your heart is racing because god do you want to see that smile from above you. The affection is so gentle that you feel comfortable. Johnny’s head is resting on your shoulder and Gyro’s legs are pressed close to yours, his long hair occasionally grazing your shoulder.
By the time the movie ends, somehow, you’ve been maneuvered to lay back against Gyro and Johnny is laying back against you and you think maybe you’ve fallen asleep and this is just a very exciting dream. There’s a moment of silence once the movie ends and Gyro clicks the TV off — you can feel his heart pounding in his chest against your back.
“Guys?” You murmur, unsure of what to do or what’s really happening. Gyro shifts behind you and Johnny cranes his head up to meet your eyes.
“So, we kinda had somethin’ we wanted to talk to you about.” Johnny starts, waiting to see your reaction. You nod, and Gyro chimes in next.
“You are so important to us, bella. And just like Johnny and I have each other, well, we’d like you like that too.” Your heart nearly drops — wait, were they being serious? There’s no way they’d joke about something like this, and yet you can’t help but feel that maybe it still is a dream that’s just turned awful.
“We know it’s a little strange,” Johnny says, searching your eyes again. “But you’re just so amazin’. We couldn’t wait any longer.”
“I—” Gyro and Johnny both shift at your words, somehow pressing themselves closer to you. “I’m… Well. I don’t understand. Why?”
“Why? How could we not?” Gyro replies, meeting Johnny’s eyes over your body. “Would you like us to show you, hm?”
Johnny’s eyes blow wide and he gives Gyro a look like he may have just screwed their whole operation up, but he closes his mouth when he hears your breath hitch and feels they way you shift underneath him. You swallow loudly — the heat that pooled into the center of your body is burning hot and if this was still a dream, well, it just took a turn for the better.
“Please,” you breathe, and Gyro chuckles that little laugh of his and you find yourself pulled onto his lap with Johnny pulled up next to the two of you.
Gyro captures your lips in a deep kiss and you practically melt into him — his lips were so full and nice and you’d been dreaming about this for so long, but when Johnny threads his fingers through Gyro’s hair and pulls him back to capture your lips with his — god, it’s like Johnny’s lips were made for kissing.
There’s a bit of an aggressive streak in Johnny you weren’t expecting, and it just makes the arousal in your lower body ache. Both of them lavish your neck in kisses but whilst Gyro’s are sweet and sloppy, Johnny’s veer into pleasantly sharp and biting. It has you moaning and shamelessly grinding against Gyro’s obvious erection — and Johnny isn’t one to be left out, so he pulls you onto his lap with the arm muscles you’d admired for so long and deliberately presses your center against his own bulge, smirking.
“Jealous, huh, Johnny-boy?” Gyro is smiling and easy and you can tell that he likes when Johnny gets like this. Johnny grumbles and grinds into you again, breathing hot against your neck. You feel Johnny’s thin fingers poking at them hem of your shirt. “Can he take that off of you, amore?” Gyro coos, leaning in to nip Johnny’s red-tipped ear. It was clear that while Johnny was eager, he was easily flustered.
“Of course,” you purr, relishing in the cool air that hits your skin. Both of them marvel your cute lace bra and you feel it easily undone by Gyro, who hesitates before sliding it off of you. “Well?” You ask, raising your eyebrow at the Italian man. He grins and pulls it away from you, revealing your breasts to both men. As much as you wanted them you still feel a little shy — you weren’t, in your mind, nearly as attractive as them.
“Oh god,” Johnny says, and before you can even think to tease him his mouth is latched onto one of your nipples. Gyro chuckles and observes him, running a soothing calloused hand over your bare back.
“Johnny has a thing for breasts, as you can see, dolcezza.” Johnny hums around your nipple in response and you fall against him, inhaling a sharp moan and rutting against him again. Johnny watches with hungry eyes when he releases your nipple, now pert and shining in the low light of the room.
“Don’t tease me, Gyro, you know you have a thing for stomachs.” Johnny latches onto your other nipple and you’re left to helplessly grind against him again as Gyro watches eagerly, only smiling at Johnny’s teasing.
“Johnny, a-ah, they’re sensitive.” You whimper — his ministrations had been more than pleasant, but your nipples were almost aching from overstimulation. Johnny draws back with a low smile.
“Sorry, darlin’, you’re just so damn beautiful.” You blush at Johnny’s compliment. He was never this bold normally, but something about being here with you had him feeling a bit like his old self, only that this side of him was reserved solely for Gyro and now, you.
You’re feeling a little exposed and you desperately want to see what they look like underneath their clothes. “Aren’t you two a little overdressed?”
The words have Johnny and Gyro stripping their shirts off (oh, he left the god damn cowboy hat on — only Gyro was hot enough to pull that off, you think) and you practically drool at the sight. Gyro is everything you pictured: well-muscled but stocky with a gorgeous tan with thick hair, including a delectable looking happy trail. Johnny was lean and gorgeous, freckled pale skin with muscled arms and the cutest soft stomach you’d ever seen. Oh, they were perfect.
You still feel inadequate, between them, but you can’t dwell on it because Gyro is tugging you back into his lap and your chest is pressed against his own. His cock twitches underneath you and you think that it’s time to give the men some much-needed attention. Johnny spectates with a grin, languidly palming himself through his pants as he watches you work up Gyro, leaving kisses and nips across his chest.
Gyro is loud and when you trail your fingers over the skin under his bellybutton he hisses out expletives in Italian — he must be sensitive there. “A-ah, bella, please. I can’t take it anymore.” Gyro whines, gently pushing your head towards the protrusion in his tight pants.
You’re feeling more than generous so you don’t waste anytime unzipping his pants. It’s surprising to be face to face with his hard cock right away, but if anyone, Gyro was certainly the type to not wear underwear.
He shuffles his pants down a little more so you have full access to his thick cock. It was like the rest of him — tall, dark, and delightfully thick. With hesitation, you roll down his foreskin. He was the first man you’d been with that was intact, but if anything, it just made his cock look even more beautiful to you as you revealed his flushed pink head, practically throbbing when he sees how hard you’re staring at him.
Johnny sighs happily from behind you and you feel his hand come to rest on your back, toying with the bottom of your pants.
“Don’t worry, I had the same reaction.” Johnny says, and Gyro lets out his signature chuckle, looking very pleased with himself.
But Gyro is at a loss for words for once when you gingerly take the head of his cock in your warm mouth and swirl your tongue around it. He lets out a low moan and calls out your name, bucking slightly into your mouth. While normally you’d love to tease him and bring him to the edge, you had another man behind you with a hard cock that needed taken care of.
You still took your time as you worked your mouth over Gyro’s cock, slowly hollowing your mouth to work his cock to the hilt and earning a growl from him. You moan around his cock when you feel a hand threading through your hair, recognizing Johnny’s more possessive grip from earlier.
“Oh fuck, Johnny—” Gyro groans. “You two look so good, dio mio.” He trails off into a moan as Johnny starts to slowly push your mouth along Gyro’s cock, acclimating you to his rhythm before he starts moving you along faster. Johnny’s hand in your hair just had you aching for more, but it gave you the chance to focus on how your tongue was sliding around Gyro’s cock — only a few minutes later you feel Gyro’s thick thighs trembling under you as he starts babbling out that he’s about to cum, and Johnny pushes your face to the hilt into Gyro’s thick pubes as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat.
He pulls you up and you’re met with Gyro’s dazed expression, lips swollen pink from all the kissing and biting and eyes lidded. He leans forward to kiss you without hesitation.
When he pulls away, Gyro almost looks shy for once as he presses a kiss to your nose. “You did such a good job, cara.”
“She sure did,” drawls Johnny — and a spike of arousal travels through you when you remember that Johnny is just as eager to have you on his cock. “But I think I’d like a turn too, if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course,” you reply, swiveling around to kiss Johnny. He sighs into the kiss and wraps his arms around you before you’re tugged back into his lap.
“Oh Johnny, I think I know what you want.” Gyro says, and Johnny huffs into your mouth before he pulls back. He raises a pale eyebrow in Gyro’s direction. “You want her to ride you, don’t you, caro?”
Johnny blushes and rolls his eyes at Gyro, but the way Johnny’s cock twitched under you told you Gyro had guessed right. You’d thought about Johnny a lot like this, being on top of him while you roll your hips against him until he’s flushed and fucked-out, but you’d never thought it would happen.
There’s a bit of rearranging whilst you take your pants off and Johnny’s are removed courtesy of Gyro. Johnny’s cock is cute, much like him. It’s shorter and not as thick as Gyro’s, but still sizeable and dotted with freckles, framed by tufts of blonde hair.
“Johnny, you’re so handsome.” You lean forward and kiss him, and Gyro echoes in agreement behind you. Johnny blushes harder but reigns himself in when he delicately runs a finger up your slick center and smirks.
“You’re soaked, darlin’. All of this for us?” Johnny holds his finger up to Gyro and oh, you could have come right there when he slips it into his mouth and moans, giving Johnny an appreciative look.
“You taste amazing,” Gyro swipes his broad finger up you, offering Johnny the same taste — god, do you want him inside of you right now. “Oh, bella. You have to let us do this again, I need to put my mouth on you.” Gyro croons, sliding another finger up you and making you keen into Johnny’s chest.
“Damn right, she does.” Johnny remarks as he works you with one finger, gently sliding it in and curling it up. Before long he’s worked you open and you’re grinding against his thigh, more than ready to finally have him inside of you.
“Please just fuck me,” you groan. Johnny cusses and Gyro responds by digging a pack of condoms out from beside the couch and unrolling one onto Johnny’s straining cock, kissing his boyfriend before he sits back to watch. It’s a little nerve-wracking, knowing Johnny’s going to be fucking you right in front of Gyro, but it’s clear they both want it.
Before you lower yourself onto Johnny’s cock you feel something soft on your head and you realize Gyro’s put his signature hat atop your head with the widest grin you’d seen that night.
“If you’re gonna ride Johnny, you have to dress the part!” Johnny groans at Gyro’s cheesiness, but his cock twitches against your bare pussy in anticipation.
Slowly, you slide yourself down on Johnny, holding his gaze as you sink down onto his cock. It’s a pleasant stretch and you slide yourself to the hilt with ease, groaning when you feel Johnny shiver with pleasure. When you glance over at Gyro, he’s languidly stroking his cock, hard again. He winks and you turn your attention back to Johnny, who is already panting below you.
“You feel so damn good.” Johnny says. “But please, move.”
And so you do — you roll your hips as you bounce on Johnny’s cock, delighting in just how loud he was and how his hands were gripping your hips with obvious adoration. It feels amazing to have him inside of you and to know that you’re the one making him come undone. Johnny is letting you take control completely, mouthing at your neck and breasts as you fuck yourself on him.
Gyro is more than enjoying the show while he pumps his cock and lavishes praise on you and Johnny, telling Johnny how good he looks and how beautiful you look atop his boyfriend. It’s clear he’s really getting off to it, so you put on a little show by tipping his hat in his direction and winking before you ride Johnny into the damn couch.
Johnny’s moans get lost between yours and you’re so damn close — the heat in your stomach has been building readily and you’re finally pushed over the edge when Johnny comes to his senses enough to rub his thumb across your clit, making you clench around him as you ride out your orgasm. Only a moment later Johnny clings to you tightly and hisses out that he’s cumming, pulling you close as he slowly pumps into you while he releases into the condom. Gyro comes across his own chest, having more than enough stimulation just from the sight of you riding Johnny right in front of him.
“See? I told you we wanted you!” Gyro exclaims. Johnny is back to rolling his eyes, but he agrees with Gyro.
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There’s silence while the three of you unstick yourselves from each other and you’re not quite sure what to do for a moment, until Gyro speaks up again. “We really do want you, bella. Not just here, but in our relationship.” He grasps your hand in his large calloused one and grabs Johnny’s hand with the other, squeezing both of you.
Johnny smiles and nods. “He’s tellin’ the truth. We want you to be our girlfriend.”
Oh — so this really wasn’t a dream, and you’d just been fucked by two of the men you’d been pining after for so long and harbored such big crushes on, still sitting on their couch covered in sweat… And they both want you.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you two.” Gyro looks like he’s about to say something, but you cut him off. “But I’d love to be with both of you.”
And then there’s cuddles and kisses from both of them as Gyro starts musing about pet names to call you and Johnny tries to reign him back just a little bit — but somehow it feels right, like this was always how it was meant to be.