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mistabullets · 4 years

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can i please request a scenario? 🥺 i was thinking of something like 18-21 y/o kakyoin who gets a new, attractive older neighbor and he just keeps looking for excuses to be around her? (and then m a y b e she repays him for all his help?)

ok guess i’ll heard y’all loud and clear! have your milf hunter kakyoin :3

NOTE: all characters are aged up! cw includes age gap (think 5+ years tho), fem pronouns, afab reader, alcohol mention, drinking, eating out, fingering, vaginal sex, drunk sex, praising

Not SFW under cut ;

“Good grief, why are you always trying to get with old hags?” Jotaro questioned.

When Kakyoin first laid eyes on you, his new neighbor, discussing with the landlord about the terms and agreement, he was instantly captivated by your beauty. The redhead boy was eyeing you from outside his balcony, enjoying the pleasant spring afternoon and the view you had to offer. He noticed the way you batted your lashes and how well the red lipstick suited your plump lips. The dress you had been wearing that particular day showed off the swell of your ass along with a slight cleavage, a promising view of your bigger breasts. You had certainly made his day and you didn’t even know it.

Two weeks later, Kakyoin notices you were finally moving into the empty apartment right next to his. With no lewd intentions behind his generous offer, he introduces himself as your next-door neighbor and offers to carry some of the heavier boxes, up and down the stairs. You are truly relieved since had some slight aches and pains already from preparing and packing up for your new home all by yourself. The two of you begin unloading the rental truck, which took about a good hour or two. Not that the younger man minds, since each time he trailed behind you, ascending the stairs, he has a great view of your butt. The sway of your hips is almost similar to the swing of a pendulum, spellbinding, to the point he has to control his gaze and not be caught in hypnosis.

Finally, the work is all done and boxes are settled in corners, furniture in their designated spots. You decide to order some pizza and share with Kakyoin, as thanks for all his hard work, despite just having met today. You get to know your new neighbor and friend during dinner; he’s a college student who had explored a lot as a teenager, having seen most of the world. Now, he and his best friend of four years, Jotaro, are studying at the local university; he’s currently in his junior year and halfway through in receiving a bachelor’s in Game Design. You’re impressed by his passion, saying he must be smart to be able to learn the complicated knowledge of technology and the dedicated art skill needed for video games. And Kakyoin learns a bit about you as well. Apparently, you moved because of a recent job offer, already had a degree under your belt, and you were seven years his senior. You had even been married at one point but divorced the scum over half a year ago! The younger man is surprised when he realizes you are close to hitting your thirties, believing you were at least in your early to mid-twenties. You take it as a compliment though, lucky that you have no grey hair yet to appear, despite the stress that had accumulated.

Over the next few weeks, Kakyoin helps you settle into your home. He gives you directions to wherever you need to go, helps you unpack a variety of clothes, cooking utensils, shower curtains, the bed frame, and even more furniture. The man is even kind enough to help with laundry and help set up the new computer that you had purchased recently. In return, you begin cooking meals for your young neighbor and his roommate. You have tried to offer him some money before but he always declines it, saying it was just him lending a helping hand to someone who needs it. What a sweet boy, I wish my ex would have been so kind like him, you would think to yourself.

Eventually, the two of you became close friends. You would invite him over for drinks and dinner after work. Sometimes, Jotaro would be there too, but he had no interest in hanging out with older women, always muttering “good grief” when you would burst into a fit of laughter after the redhead would tell a cheesy joke.

Tonight is a repeat of that.

You let out a snort, doubling over, “O-Oh geez, that’s a good one, Kak-kun!”

It is you, Kakyoin, and Jotaro playing a new game on the Nintendo 64. However, alcohol is in the mix, and both you and the redhead man are a bit too tipsy. Jotaro, annoyed by his friends’ antics, leaves the party of three, saying he has to get up early in the morning. Jotaro wonders if it is a good idea to depart, knowing his friend has a huge crush on you and it could lead to something messy. But he concludes, after interacting with you for the past month, there’s always a glint in your eyes when Kakyoin is around. Jotaro’s curious to see where it would eventually lead to. He utters a simple bye before telling his roommate he will leave the door unlocked if anyone needs him.

The soft click of the door closing indicates the party of three just turned into a party of two. Now, it is just you and Kakyoin now, still giggling over whatever nonsense had you howling. Once you manage to gain a semblance of composure, you tell the redhead that you want to watch a new movie you had bought recently. You toss the box at him, to see the cover. The man is intrigued after reading the back of the VHS box. After stating his interest, he slips the cassette into the player. After making some adjustments to the TV settings and pressing the button to play the movie, Kakyoin curls up right beside you on the couch. For right now, his attention is on the television screen, anticipating the horror sequences for Silence of the Lambs. But after about halfway into the movie, he notices how with each jump scare or the buildup of a scene, you would scoot yourself, as if seeking some sort of protection. Eventually, the boy, with warm drunken courage, lazily wraps one of his arms around your frame, holding you tight when the suspension broke within each scene.

As the credits rolls, you look up at your fellow movie-goer, slightly less intoxicated and realize his hand had slipped down to your waist during the course of the movie. An idea comes forth from the remainder of your inebriated and primitive mind, eyeing the young man beside you. You register, that you like Kakyoin a lot more than you originally thought. He’s mature for his age, super smart, and you bet he had some youthful vigor to him, right? With a stupid yet dazzlingly grin spreading across your delicious lips, you reach out to touch one of Kakyoin’s cheeks, rubbing it tenderly, a heated blush already radiating.

“Y-Y/N? What is it?” he asks, slight confusion in his voice. He always assumed you were into older men, or at least someone your age.

With drunken stupor, you giggle, “Oh nothing Kak, just realized how cute you are… like, really cute.”

You could feel the blush burn the palm of your hand even more, “Oh, really now?” the boy prods, his lush thoughts spiking a nerve in him, finding a renowned boldness.

“Yeah, I… I don’t know, just kind of wanna kiss you. Would that be okay?” now you are flushing as you took note of how Kakyoin’s lavender orbs scan your body and the position you are currently in. The faint scent of beer from your breath tickles his nostrils and he finally sees just how inviting your pretty lips are, even without the lipstick applied on. Your eyes long from him, even in the darkness with the faint glow of the menu screen. Without any more hesitation, he seals you in an experimental kiss. You gasp into his mouth but soon welcome the taste of fermented booze and cherry-flavored chap-stick. Soon, his tongue slips into your mouth and he tastes even more of you; it is more intoxicating than the beer the both of you shared earlier. After a minute or two of this developing make-out session, his soft lips peels away from yours; both of you need to catch your breath, to process what was going on. But you could sense both of you wanted more, by how flushed your cheeks are and the lust dancing in his pupils. You decide to make the next move, being the more experienced one, by straddling his lap. You lock lips again.

One thing leads to another. Eventually, the redhead underneath you unbuttons your blouse, throwing it into some forgotten corner of your living room. Kisses and loves bites are littered on the side of your neck, down to your left breast. Wanting more of his touch, you reach from behind and unhook the bra hook, revealing your ample tits. Kakyoin allows himself a moment to admire the softness, how bouncy they look, and how delicious your nipples look. Experimentally, he reaches for one breast while he leans in and gives the unattended nipple a lick. You grab a hold of both shoulders as Kakyoin stops being experimental and more precise with technique. What was the last time you felt this good? And god, you feel your panties are already soaked as the young man pinches your hardening buds. “O-Oh god, Kak-kun, y-yes, good boy, you’re doing such a good job~”

Encouraged, the boy slides one of his hand from your chest, slithering his warm digits against your belly until he reaches your groin and the hem of your pants. He reaches further down, slipping his hand into your jeans and feeling to lacy undergarments you are wearing. You edge him to go further, wanting to feel his thick fingers inside of you already. “Right there, Kak~” you plead, as the boy peppers kisses into your neck and shoulder. He happily fulfills your request, exploring southward, passing your trimmed bush before being invited by the welcoming slit of your wet pussy. However, Kakyoin has an even better idea. Without warning, he grabs you by the waist and gently throws you onto the couch. Now he’s on top of you, gaining control.

You elicit a gasp, slightly taken aback by his boldness, “Oh my, Kakyoin…”He pulls down your jeans along with your panties, and now you’re fully naked before the younger man as he drinks in the sight of your sexy figure. He reaches for the hem of his shirt and throws it off. You can’t help but also admire the defined muscles of his abdomen, the heave of his chest from all the excitement, and the bulge growing more prominent with each passing moment. Your focus is turned back to Kakyoin, as he opens up your legs and nestles into the apex of your thighs. “Please, Y/N, call me Noriaki,” he says before dipping his face to your sex, spreading apart your pussy to reveal your glistening pussy and your needy clit. He admires it for a moment, before his tongue curiously laps over your exposed entrance, the tip of it probing at your sensitive nub. Instinctively, you reach to grab a hand fist full of crimson locks, particularly his side bang. “Noriaki, r-right there… lick my clit again, please…!”

And after a few more licks, he finally gets the hang of it all, your voice guidance to how to properly eat out a woman. Your ex would rarely go down on you despite how often he would demand blowjobs… and when he did go down, he would complain about how you needed to look good and clean yourself up. However, Kakyoin is obsessed with the musky, feminine scent of you and drinks your juices like a man who hasn’t had water in days. While he’s not exactly experienced compared to Jotaro, his eagerness to please makes up for it. He rests one hand on your inner thigh while he decides to further tease your entrance. He index and middle finger presses up against your core and sinks in. You let out a moan, not prepared for the intrusion but once they are adjusted, buried to the hilt, you begin to welcome the sturdy digits inside of you. And Kakyoin enjoys the wet warmth swallowing up his fingers, the velvety walls of your cunt hugging him tightly. Gently, he begins to scissor and curls the two fingers inside you, until he finds that one sweet spot that makes your back arch and you release a needy cry. Making a mental note to himself, he pumps his finger in and out of you while his lips suck at your clit. You scream his name, “N-Noriaki! O-Oh fuck, if you, nngh! K-Keep that up– I-I’ll cum!”

He gasps for air, but still relentlessly finger fucking your insides, “Then please, do cum for me, Y/N!”

And keep it up he does, eyeing your body and watching with satisfaction as you squirm and buck yourself into him; you want more of his mouth on your pink pearl and more of his thick fingers inside of you. Thinking you can handle it, Noriaki adds a third finger and continues his ministrations, wanting to bring you to your first climax of the evening. The pad of his fingers hits your g-spot one more time and coil in your abdomen uncurls, washing you with a wave of pleasure and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. After your orgasm settles down and you’re down gushing out your juice, the boy underneath you gently pulls out his fingers, admiring the slick wetness before popping it into his mouth. He can’t help it, you just taste so, so sweet to him. You relish in the afterglow of your climax before remember how hard your new lover must be.

Catching him off guard, you tackle the younger man back on the bed and start to unbuckle his belt. You then proceed to unzip his pants, pulling it and his boxer (with cherries on them of course) down to his ankles. You take a moment to examine his manhood, the length being long and having a decent amount of girth to it. You think the red tip is cute, matching hair color. While it looks appetizing, you want to get to the main course. Not wasting any more time, you mount your lover and begin to tease his dick, already leaking with precum. Kakyoin takes the time to appreciate your palpable body and how it radiates your lustful intentions. Your hair is already a mess, (e/c) eyes are wanting, and your shoulders and checks a subtle shade of red. He grabs your hips and helps you as you start to align your molten core with his bold erection, now slicker with your lewd fluids. Slowly, you begin to sink down, the tip of Kakyoin’s cock already filling you up. His nails bite into your waist, leaving crescent shape scars while his dick is buried to a hilt. “G-God, (Y/N), you feel absolutely amazing around me, p-please, I want more of your pussy–”

“N-Nori– mm, god, yes, I’ll fuck you, I-I want to thank you, oh god, you’re so big–” you babble, as you begin bouncing on him, taking control and placing your hands on his chest. You lean down for another passionate kiss, riding him until exhaustion before he takes the lead. Both of you go at it for hours…

Meanwhile, Jotaro can hear all of this. The walls are very thin but at least, so it seems, that the both of you are having fun. But it’s still annoying and your lewd noises will definitely wake up the cranky neighbors. “Yare yare daze,” the black-haired man groans to himself, rummaging through his drawer until he finds his handy dandy Walkman with his headphones already attached. He slips them on and presses the play button, blocking out the sultry moans and godawful dirty talks the both of you converse in. Finally, he can study in peace. He goes back to his desk and returns to his research for his marine zoology class.

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nympsycho-ao3 · 4 years

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The Art of Tebori: Chapter 1

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What makes tattoos forged from unbearable pain so unique? Why do Yakuza go out of their way to paint their bodies with designs born from sorrow, as detailed and beautiful as they are?

The colors of Tebori tattoos become more vivid over time with love and care, something completely unique to the bearer. Jotaro has certainly earned this individualized distinction for his accomplishments within the organization, a top-level boss known for his ruthlessness.

In the same way Jotaro's tattoos change over time, so do his desires. Something about a redhead foreigner, sold within the organization as a "companion", catches Jotaro's attention wholeheartedly. Maybe with a little time and care, his newfound underling can be shaped into the perfect solution to his bitter loneliness and need for absolute control.

In which Yakuza boss Jotaro Kujo makes a very impulsive purchase at a human-trafficking, black-market showing.

This post contains chapter 1 of this fic. Further updates will be in separate posts.

He leans back into the suede seat, taking a pensive drag on a cigarette. It’s far-past its best usefulness, smoked almost to a nub, but it’s the last one he’s got. It’s been a long night of all the same shit; they come and they go, it’s loud and largely unpleasant. Why does he even bother anymore? If he hadn’t found what he was looking for by now, who’s to say coming back again and again is evidence of anything short of baseless faith?

A familiar figure taps his shoulder. He looks back, greeted by the sight of a fresh cigar and his long-term business associate. Taking the cigar involves a forfeiture of his ego, the knock to his stature worth it for the safety of more nicotine.

“Still here?” his low voice greets, not needing to shout given the breadth of inactivity on stage. “There’s just one more.”

His hat hides the worst parts of him, he thinks, his expression far too revealing for comfort. More than anything he feels anger; no shit there’s only one more. That fact had bothered him from about halfway through the showing, when he realized he’d more than likely go home alone once again.

The associate leans back into his chair and takes a flimsy puff on his cigar, not expecting a response. It’s only because he looks so on-edge that he feels he can get away with a bit of banter, after all.

Finally, the last act of the show begins. The audience knows the drill, waiting patiently as a team of men rolls the subject of attention and ire onto center stage. The heavy-lidded man watches on, already intrigued by the faultless porcelain of its exterior, curved and obviously expensive.

It had been well taken care of.

A suspicious lack of noise marks the removal of the black sack over the attraction’s most prized component. The silence makes sense, the sight of a gag stuffed between blood-gorged lips capturing all of the buyer’s attention at once. Getting a gag on the merchandise is always a feat; murmurs of drug use or alcohol flutter around the showing floor.

The black sack that once covered its face topples to the ground. Its handlers make a point to take a break, allowing its eyes to roll around the room in contemplation. A blush paints its cheeks and the tips of its ears in a delicious sanguine, bright purple eyes making way for light-shocked, pinpoint pupils.

“Number twenty-eight.”

The announcer introduces his moniker as casually as he did all the rest, offering no name other than its number. That’s all he knows himself to be, after all, constantly reminded of his status by the large “28” tattooed on his inner forearm.

The most peculiar member of the audience removes his hat, exposing himself more than he ever had before. It’s a necessity, he justifies, to get a better view of the most promising piece of meat he’s seen all day. They have him straddled mating-style to a rack, one of the more revealing positions, though all of the parts he wants to inspect are pointed opposite to his seat. That doesn’t stop him from leaning forward, trying to be nonchalant in favoring one side to get a better view.

“New and fresh, but trained just as well,” the announcer continues, its handler circling the bent-over figure to rest his hand against the small of its back. “Obeys with minimal lashback.”

“Got your attention, Kujo?”

Jotaro purses his lips, aggravated that he can’t be left to focus in peace. He can’t show any attitude, either, given the charitable cigar dangling from his fingers. A slow nod is enough to convey his desire to be left alone clearly enough. Yakuza often leave the heart of conversations to body language, finding words not nearly as reflective as one’s true intentions.

It yelps when its handler smacks the roundness of its ass, grabbing the frame of the rack to turn it on its axis. The wheels lock into place when he’s been turned to be viewed sideways like a show dog, arms and legs pinned to the frame. Jotaro swallows hard, watching the stripes of its ribs peek from behind developing musculature with each of its nervous breaths.

Jotaro nestles his gloved fingers together as its handler begins to demonstrate his merchandise’s useful features. A whimpering scowl marrs its features as it’s penetrated, the handler’s cock buried deep inside him without so much as a hint of resistance. The crowd mutters amongst themselves, impressed with the sight before them.

Shockingly red hair bounces into the air, its head hanging heavily on its neck. The handler snaps it back into proper position with a nasty grip of its hair, bending its face into full view of the audience.

Fuck, Jotaro thinks, lost in the panicked shock saturating the young man’s eyes as he’s fucked slowly but without consideration. The pace is just meant to keep the focus on the merchandise, for the audience to be drawn into the tedious rhythm and get them wishing for more. Jotaro rarely gets hard at these events, but he’s simply smitten, entranced by the subtle configurations of the boy’s face as he’s fucked. He hardly cared about the rest of his body.

Somewhere along the line, Jotaro starts to see this fresh meat as a boy, a man; thoughts of this nature hardly cross Jotaro’s mind, but he can’t will them away as he stares down every twitch of the boy’s muscles.

“Why’s he gagged?” a voice bordering on rude belts out from somewhere.

“Glad you asked,” the handler beams. “Observe.”

Jotaro knows that, logically, the boy can’t see him. The lights of the stage are far too bright, sheathing the audience in an anonymous blur of darkness and shadow. However, he allows himself to indulge in the all-too-believable fantasy that this boy stares right at him, seeing him for everything that he is.

As soon as the handler unlatches the gag and tugs it roughly from behind his teeth, the boy lets a needy whimper collapse from his lips. From that, he forms words, and Jotaro swears they’re making eye contact. He’d never been comfortable looking someone else in the eye, but now he’s left drowning in the tear-prickled violet of the boy’s irises.

“Please, sir,” the boy mewls, his voice scratchy almost assuredly from previous abuse of his throat. Jotaro’s brows knit together, his pants uncomfortably binding the hardness of his cock, listening to his words as if he speaks them just for him.

“More.”

Jotaro grips his knees with white knuckles, watching the pink wetness of the boy’s mouth disappear behind a scowl of his lips. He decides in that instant that he’d do anything, anything , to see that wet heat again.

The crowd vibrates with excitement. To see such an enthusiastic companion is rare, even if it’s obvious that he’d been thoroughly trained to respond in such a way. He cries, tears cascading down the sharp features of his face, angled with youth and perfection. Jotaro, usually one for indifference, itches to swipe the tears from his cheeks.

“Where’s he from? He’s white,” another curious onlooker barks. Jotaro wants to smack him. His sloppy Japanese and nordic features were plenty indication that he's foreign. There was no need to ask.

“He’s thoroughbred,” the handler insists, combing dirty fingers through the boy’s startlingly red hair. “No worries.”

He could be a back-alley mutt, for all Jotaro cared.

With a prompt smack of his ass, the boy responds as if he’d been shocked into it.

“More!” he yelps, brows knitted together, spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He looks absolutely terrified, but not in a morbid way-- the more Jotaro stares at him, the more he likens him to a nervous schoolboy. “Please, ah…! Cock…”

“Hundred thousand,” an excited, breathless onlooker offers, marking the beginning of bidding. Had it been ten minutes already…?

The boy grimaces with a particularly rough tug of his hair and slap of his hips, his master’s cock stirring his insides as other patrons place their bids. Jotaro remains silent, knowing he had more than enough money to snag this one for himself. Still, after the nightmare that was his last companion, he’d have to be absolutely sure of his decision.

“Ah! Hnn…” he whimpers, the wooden rack creaking with the pace of his fucking, his eyes never averting from the one stoic, shadowed figure before him. It’s unusual for a patron to sit at the head-facing portion of the stage; most were interested in the other end. And he barely moved at all, definitely breathing and watching, but not much more. He catches him lighting a cigar only because of the flash of the flame.

“Gonna cum!” he announces with a spattering of confidence. It’s enough to fool the morons endlessly outbidding one another, but it matters not to Jotaro. His hollow salaciousness pisses him off as much as it turns him on, the sheer novelty of it wearing away to reveal the sadistic implications of such a well-trained boy. It does nothing more for him than make him want to see the boy’s genuine nature, untainted.

Indeed, a string of milky cum splatters against the floor, the source an adorably jostling cock dangling from a wonderfully tight taint. Finally, he looks away, staring ahead at the pinnacle of a stagelight, blinding himself as a Pavlovian-induced orgasm wracks its way through his tired body. He tries to take in air, the noise replaced by a stunned wheeze; the strength of his orgasm is not a coincidence. It’s the result of many days of edging and deprivation, expertly wringing his body’s reactions from his consciousness whether he clung to it or not.

“Thank-- thank you,” his voice flickers from the tightness, fearing what would become of him if he didn’t obey his well-understood training. It’s horribly ungenuine, and it has Jotaro seeing red.

The bids climb into the hundreds of millions of yen, numbers that would make a normal man dizzy with a lack of comprehension. It’s nothing to Jotaro, their shouts merely annoying interruptions between the sweet sounds of the boy’s moans.

“One and a half billion.”

The handler stops cycling his hips, taking note of the imposing figure from which the astonishing offer radiated from. His blood runs a little cold, knowing plenty of the man’s reputation. He’d known not to mess with his division, the casino districts, since his induction. Kujo was regarded as a fearsome adversary, someone the organization is glad to have on their side. The handler had never heard him speak before, merely presenting himself as a hauntingly-aware, introspective and intelligent leader. He’s certainly someone who would have no problem getting a first-rate wife through more natural means, leaving many questioning why he attended these black market showings.

“Kujo?” Jotaro’s workmate laughs from behind, the sheer vastness of the offer amusing him. “For a piece of meat?”

Jotaro pinches his thumbs into his fists. He figures he should stand to face the seriousness of the offer, sighing as he glowers towards the showrunners. The young man hears the tapping of his heavy-soled shoes as he approaches, bound into a position that affords him just barely a glance of the intimidating man standing before him.

“I’ll give you one and a half billion to get him off that rack,” Jotaro continues without hesitation. Given the fact that it's the highest bid the club had ever seen, it elevates the general sternfulness that Kujo emanated to his colleagues. He cares not that his superiors are looking down at him, literally, approaching the very-interested handler.

"You serious?" He mutters, letting his hands linger around the curve of the boy's waist. Jotaro can't take his eyes off of the indents his fingers make in the irresistible plushness there, hating him for roughing up his skin into redness.

Jotaro Kujo had no use for words to convey the absolute seriousness of his offer. All he needs is the ardent, unsettling gaze that so few were unlucky enough to see. It's nearly paralyzing; most who saw that level of anger from the youngest successor of the Joestar clan didn't live to see it again.

And this time, it's seeped in hunger, his hands stuffed in his pockets so that he keeps them to himself. He stomps out the cigar, disregarding its origin and far too bothered by its presence to consider social obligations.

"Now?" The handler utters, his smile fading as the realization of the riches at his feet starts to hit hard.

"Unless you think I'll be out-bid?"

The handler slides his cock from the boy's hole less than gently, kneeling with urgency to work at the leather straps keeping the boy's ankles situated onto the rack.

Jotaro waits patiently as the now-crestfallen young man takes the brunt of the manhandling with grace. He’s left to his own devices as soon as the restraints are unattached, his handler more interested in solidifying the cash deal.

Jotaro scowls and offers him no semblance of attention. He focuses entirely on the young redhead before him as he sloughs onto his knees, rubbing his metal-chaffed wrists.

“You,” Jotaro calls out. He doesn’t realize that he’s being addressed directly until his handler kicks him in the shin, startling him into attention.

He fully expects to see anger in the man’s eyes, a mixture of hatred and desire that he’s all too familiar with. Though as he finally musters the strength to meet his purchaser’s gaze, he finds the calm, clear blue to be a pleasant surprise.

“Did you mean that?” Jotaro finally asks, looking down at him with heavy lids and a stern toughness to his features.

Silence.

The handler jostles him from the shoulder with an angry urgency. “Answer him.”

Jotaro wishes he’d just give the boy some time. Their eyes roll back onto one another’s gazes with a comfortable knowingness, something kind and genuine nestled between violet and aquamarine.

“Wh-what?” he peeps, his conversational voice much less lewd than before, as expected. The fear, the apprehension, in this young man’s voice hardens Jotaro’s cock to an uncomfortable degree.

“When you asked for more. Did you mean it?” Jotaro repeats. He’s reminded of how much he hates doing so, and makes a mental note to include that lesson on the long list of expectations he has for this boy.

“Yes,” he’s quick to respond with a snap of his head.

Jotaro glowers, gruff and uncertain. He slides his hand from his pocket, fingertips itching.

Smack.

The boy cries and shivers, following the momentum of the brutal slap of his cheek. Several audience members ooh and ahh in concern. Though it’s forbidden to damage the goods, not a single member has the balls to go against Jotaro Kujo.

“Don’t lie to me,” Jotaro continues, returning his hand to his pocket in a peace offering. This is all necessary, he reminds himself over and over. It’s for the best.

“Did you want more?” Jotaro asserts again, kneeling down to the redhead’s level. His cheek, reddened and angry, is less painful than knowing that this man is upset with him. His first instinct was wrong, his ingrained response unsuitable. That bothers him more than he thought it would.

His lip straightens, then quivers. Jotaro gives him time, watching his lips finally part as he gathers the breath to speak. This poor boy, Jotaro thinks, he doesn’t know the first thing about what he’s gotten himself into.

“No,” he finally admits, a sob wracking his words and sending fresh tears down his face. His handler glares angrily at him, only to be settled by Jotaro’s approving nod.

“Good,” Jotaro states simply. The boy is almost as surprised by the praise as the other associates in the showroom. “Never again. Don’t lie to me ever again.”

All he can do is nod, scared stiff in a heap on the ground. Jotaro relents, standing to his full stature to address the shocked handler, cock stuffed back in his pants and barely dressed enough for such an occasion.

After Jotaro signs, the handler smiles wide.

“We’ll get it boxed up, and--”

“Don’t bother.”

All eyes are on him again, a fact that unsettles Jotaro just enough to irritate him.

“Just collar him up and I’ll take him as is,” Jotaro clarifies with a turn of his back, his long coat trailing behind his ankles.

Too busy dealing with the handler, Jotaro doesn’t notice the way his new purchase looks up at him. He’s transfixed, absolutely terrified, and stunned at his use of ‘him’; he’s horribly used to being referred to as an ‘it’, an object. He, of course, notices the way the others regard this man as well. He may not know of his reputation officially, but judging by the actions of those around him, he knows he’s someone to be fearful of. He’s earned that right among serial murderers and rapists, and there’s nothing scarier than not knowing what exactly he did to earn such high prestige. He’s used to getting slapped around, but this man slaps differently; he doesn’t try to draw out the experience, merely whelting him with the flats of his fingers. He’s direct, no-nonsense, not even cracking a satisfied smile like the others. Normally, his handlers would remove their gloves to slap him, yet this man kept his on.

“Don’t want him cleaned up?” the handler clarifies, tousling his fingers through the red curls at his feet. Jotaro’s hands squeeze into fists at the sight.

“Unless I speak to you directly, I don’t want to hear another word from you,” Jotaro growls towards the handler, his patience running thin. He wanted to get this boy off of his knees and somewhere more appropriate as soon as possible. Somewhere they could be alone.

The handler resigns in a panic, seeking other supplies and leaving Jotaro to assess the quality of his purchase. Usually new owners take their exciting new companions for a ride in one of the private rooms, but Jotaro merely stands and studies the exhausted redhead with appreciation.

“What do you go by?” Jotaro finally asks, breaking the silence in a more meaningful way than the clattering of chains and unnerved communications amongst staff.

The boy swallows hard. “Twenty-Eight.”

Jotaro nods shortly. He offers no response, keeping himself close as Twenty-Eight’s handler scoops his neck into a heavy collar. Jotaro takes the key for it and tucks it into a pocket only he knew the purpose for, a leather bag dangling from his belt.

“Money will hit by tonight,” Jotaro says, holding his hand out in request for the free end of the chain. “If it doesn’t, you know who to call.”

The handler nods, others deciding to pipe in with their infuriating observations like a petulant stream. Jotaro ignores their small talk, his heart beating out of his chest as he holds the bulky links of the chain within his power.

“Thank you, Kumichou,” he breathes, bowing long and deep. Jotaro cares not to expend the energy to appeal to niceties, tugging on the collar harder than he’d intended. The young man scrambles towards him on his hands and knees, obviously out of breath from pure adrenaline and fear. Jotaro understands, but that doesn’t mean he has to tolerate it.

“Get up,” he barks quietly, more like a growl than a command. Yet Twenty-Eight obeys, knees weak and trembling as he ascends the stairs towards his new companion. He’d noticed he was tall, of course, but as he approaches his side he realizes just how easily dwarfed he is. This man’s presence, everything about him, exuded a sense of domineering command.

Every muscle of his body freezes in a cold snap as the man embraces him with his arm, wrapping it around his shoulders. His breathing comes shallow, doing nothing to alleviate the rush of light-headed exhaustion that spins around his head.

In truth, Jotaro rushes him into the car not just to get him home quickly, but because he’s tired of all the noise. He hates the incessant brown-nosing and peacocking at these places, so much so that he’s willing to expose his new companion and leave him nude in the passenger’s seat. As if any cop in Morioh would dare pull him over.

Jotaro cradles the back of Twenty-Eight’s head as he bends him into the car, protecting him just in case he bumped it on the door frame. He’s silent, breathing through harshly parted lips, looking ahead to avoid disrespecting his new master with an improper glance.

The sound of the door shutting, loud and rattling, scares the boy into a cool grip of the sides of the seat.

It’s only after Jotaro gets in on the drivers’ side, igniting the car to life, that Twenty-Eight realizes how luxe his surroundings are. He’s never been in such a posh vehicle, panels decorated with lights and indicators that he couldn’t even begin to guess the purpose of. Jotaro stares ahead, hands on the wheel, and Twenty-Eight expects him to accelerate any second.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he looks over to the dirty, pitiful young man curled up in his passenger seat. He catches him off-guard into eye contact, the awkward quiet between them never more pronounced than right now. Obviously, Twenty-Eight waits for Jotaro to disturb the beats of silence, trained only to speak when spoken to. Problem is, Jotaro hasn’t the slightest clue what to say.

He grips the steering wheel with a frustrated tightness in his chest. Interpersonal relationships have never been Jotaro’s concern; now is no exception, even with the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Think of a different name,” Jotaro finally grunts, the nuances of his voice much more pronounced in the confined space of the car. “Something short.”

Twenty-Eight can’t take his eyes off of him now that they’re latched on, captivated by the sternness of what features he can see beneath the hat and lapels of his coat. He starts to drive, taking him away to somewhere completely unknown to him. He doesn’t even care, resigned into the bucket of the seat, incapable of looking elsewhere than the jagged edge of Jotaro’s jawline.

Jotaro can’t say he’s uncomfortable being the sole object of his man’s attention and affection. He watches him from the corner of his eye, his heart fluttering with the thought of his attention dedicated to him.

They drive for an amount of time that Twenty-Eight is too dazed to be sure of. It felt like hours, but that couldn’t be, given the number of songs that had gone by on the radio. Only two? Three? Fuck, who knows...

“Something you need to know,” Jotaro says over the ambient tunes, enjoying the way the sound of his voice snaps him out of whatever daze he settled into. The boy’s eyes widen and his posture straightens, ready to hear whatever Jotaro has to say.

“From now on, I’m the only one who can touch you,” Jotaro continues, making a wide left turn onto a more secluded, less-illuminated side street. “Do you understand?”

Twenty-Eight is quick to nod.

“Use your words.”

Jotaro’s quiet anger spurs a response from his aching chest.

“I understand,” he says with every modicum of conviction that he can muster.

Jotaro must be satisfied with his answer, quiet and gentle as he pulls into a long driveway. Is this his home? It’s so secluded, and definitely as elegant as he’d expected. A log cabin nestled into the forest is rather unbecoming housing for a successful Yakuza boss.

Jotaro collects himself as he pushes the car into park, turning the key from the ignition.

Total silence fills the cabin, save for their tense breaths. Twenty-Eight knows it’s impolite to stare, but he can’t stop, even as he turns to acknowledge the set of eyes glued onto him. He can only see one of his eyes clearly from behind the brim of his hat, but it’s all he needs to stay planted firmly in his seat.

Jotaro tilts his jaw upwards, offering Twenty-Eight a rarely-seen vulnerable shade of his expression, as he leans in towards him. The girth of his chest battles with the center console to assert his position close to the young man, one of his hands snapping onto the back of his neck with a clap. Twenty-Eight can’t keep his expectations separate from his fears, Jotaro’s mood shifting so easily and rapidly that he never knows what’s coming next.

For now, though, he melts into the assertive kiss that Jotaro pressures onto him, the start of stubble along his chin grating against Twenty-Eight’s supple skin. He whimpers unintentionally into Jotaro’s mouth, letting the older man take him however he needs. A warm kiss isn’t the worst thing he’s been trained to endure. Jotaro makes it easy for him to figure out what he wants, asserting his tongue inside his mouth with a grunt and a sigh through his nose.

Twenty-Eight relaxes into the man’s large hands as one grasps his upper arm, the other squeezing his neck, letting his eyes drift closed. The fabric of his gloves, soft, with the heat of his body behind them intoxicates him. Jotaro clacks their teeth together as he devours him deeper, asserting his presence with a nibble of his lower lip, drinking in the little noises of glorious submission as they seep from his throat.

Jotaro’s grasp shifts from his upper arm to his wrist, tugging hard enough to shift the boy’s sense of balance considerably. He hisses through his teeth as he settles the boy’s limp hand on the bulging hardness in his pants, startling him into opening his eyes again. He loosens his grip when he realizes his fingers dig into the irritated areas of the boy's wrist, rubbed raw from the shackles.

Twenty-Eight regrets opening his eyes, met with the undivided focus of Jotaro’s eyes staring him down. Jotaro keeps their bodies connected as he fumbles with his stark-white trousers, eventually tugging them down onto his thighs. Twenty-Eight can feel how he trembles in both the quiver of his breath and the vibration of his fingertips as they rest along his wrist. Something about that arouses him more than the training-induced response he was obligated to endure.

“Fuck,” Jotaro huffs, wrapping the young man’s fingers around the shaft of his cock. He can’t see it, but the size of it in his grasp is enough to make him anxious; he’s certainly bigger than any of the trainers or handlers he’d had before.

He gets the hint, starting a slow rhythm of squeezes, much to Jotaro’s appreciation. He’d have to teach him to act only when instructed to later. For now, he’s glad he’s so eager and receptive, his throat collapsed with an intense desire to skip the bullshit and get to what he needs. If it were anyone else, Jotaro would hate how much he stares at him, but something about this young man robs him of the ability to resent it. Instead, he loses himself in the expanse of confusion, fear, and arousal that he’s faced with.

He squeezes just right, surely cognizant of his technique. Jotaro hates the thought of him utilizing skills that he’d learned with other men. In fact, he hates the idea of another man being with him period , rage spurring a new ache through his pelvis.

Jotaro holds him tight, his fist becoming no more than something warm and tight to fuck. He bucks his hips with his teeth buried in the boy’s lower lip, glaring up from under thick, black lashes. He decides that the next time he sees the boy’s previous handler, he would kill him.

Like this , Jotaro thinks. Not like the others. Like this. Only like this.

Twenty-Eight dares not change positions, though his neck and jaw ache. He’s glad he holds firm, rewarded by achieving a quick and thorough orgasm for his master. Breathy, hot, quiet grunts rattle into his mouth, Jotaro’s eyes clenching shut with the force of the orgasm. Sticky ropes of cum slather Twenty-Eight’s knuckles, a few more erratic bucks of his hips milking the last remnants of cum from the base of his balls.

He can finally breathe when Jotaro breaks the kiss, favoring a heated glare his way. They breathe each other’s air, impossibly close, hot and invested more than they’d been before. With the comfort of silence came the welcoming of solitude, and Jotaro felt open enough to share a part of himself with his new companion. It seems to have paid off, the look in his eyes somehow different than the artificially-doting, puppy-dog eyes he’d deployed before.

With spit-slicked lips, Jotaro thanks him, something no one had ever done to him before. It doesn’t feel right-- he’s supposed to be thanking Jotaro , not the other way around. What exactly was this guy? Just a simple ‘thanks’, curt and impersonal, is enough to catch Twenty-Eight off guard into a stunned silence. Jotaro doesn’t seem to mind, too focused on the after-orgasm hazy delight to need too much from his companion. They settle, a new sense of comfort and familiarity filling the air along with the lingering scent of sex and sweat. For the first time in a while, Twenty-Eight feels the need to say something without prompt.

He risks a painful lesson when he blurts it out.

“Tenmei.”

Jotaro rolls his focus back over to him.

“Tenmei?”

He swallows.

“My name.”

Jotaro remembers. Truthfully, he didn’t care at all which name he picked. What he did want to know, though, is why he seems so eager and excited to be called by this name.

“Fine.”

Jotaro also wants to know what he’s doing, giddy with the thought of naming him, making him happy. They’re intrigued with one another’s relaxed expressions; they seem out of place given the lewdness of their positions, but it feels so perfect.

“Tenmei,” Jotaro repeats quietly. “Call me Jotaro.”

“Yes,” Tenmei nods, remembering to use his words. “Yes, Jotaro.”

Jotaro lets the good mood linger, utilizing the headrest and hiding himself back under his hat and the cover of his jacket. He admires the long, slender fingers still wrapped around his softening cock, and blocks visions of others taking his place. Whatever words he planned to say fall through into tedious silence.

He embeds the sound of his name on Tenmei’s lips into his mind with a sigh.

Yes, Jotaro.

Before his cock hardens again, he decides to make quick work of getting the boy into his house, shutting and locking the door behind them. Tags:

Alternate Universe - Yakuza

Human Trafficking

Yandere Kujo Jotaro

Slave Kakyoin

Master/Slave

Obsession

Rape/Non-con Elements

Forced Prostitution

Possessive Behavior

Face Slapping

Bondage

Glove Kink

Kakyoin Noriaki is Called Kakyoin Tenmei

Tattoos

Rough Kissing

Hand Jobs

Kujo Jotaro Has a Big Dick

i can't believe that's a tag

Eye Contact

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #fanfic #my fic #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #yakuza au #jotaro/kakyoin #not sfw #n/s/f/w #smut #yandere

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lenawritesjojos · 4 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro Characters: Kakyoin Noriaki, Kujo Jotaro, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Mohammed Abdul | Muhammad Avdol, Kishibe Rohan (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Smut, Porn With Plot, i think??, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Strangers to Lovers, more like, strangers to fuckbuddies, Oral Sex, toilet sex, no beta we die like men, Mentions of homophobia, Anal Sex, jotaro is a dork, kakyoin gets flustered easily, i love them Series: Part 2 of Short JoJo works Summary:

Noriaki Kakyoin doesn't like to be the center of attention, and he hates speaking in front of a lot of people. However, having to translate for a famous manga artist prompts him to meet another student: Jotaro Kujo. They have a chance encounter in the restroom... and things happen.

#hey so I made this #if you like jotakak #and are OVER 18 PLEASE #take a look #sksdjdkdk #auto spam #im sorry #jotaro x kakyoin #jotaro kujo #kakyoin noriaki #n/s/f/w

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Hello Hello!! I've been following you for quite some time now and I adore your writing so much like I think the first time I stumbled across your page I accidently spam liked 😭 I was wondering if you could do SDC with a GN s/o who can't stop shoving their head between their titties please 😟

SDC w an S/O Who Uses Their Crusader's Chest as Pillows

Awe anon this is so sweet!! Ily :))

Jotaro Kujo

The first time you did this, you were just exhausted after having your ass beat in a fight

Jotaro tried his best to wrap up your wounds and decided to carry you up to the hotel room you both shared

He didn't pay any mind to you snuggling into his chest, only looking down at you to make sure you're alright

Once you laid your head on his titties, you were a changed person

For such a tough guy he was so s o f t

Now you just try to sneak your way to laying on his chest, mostly out of fear he'd shut you down when you'd ask

It mostly consisted of you faking yawns and being tired, giving you an excuse to rest your head on his chest

To no one's surprise, he caught on quickly

"Good grief, you can stop it with your bad acting. If you want to lay on my chest just do it, it's not like we're strangers, Y/N."

Noriaki Kakyoin

When you first buried your head in his chest, he was so flustered

",,Y/N what're doing?" " 'm bored."

It leaves him so confused, but he accepts it

Just don't do it in public or in front of the other crusaders though

Only because Polnareff will tease the hell out of you both and Kakyoin gets flustered at any dramatic pda like that

Polnareff would look at you face down in Kakyoin's titties and say some remark like "Comfortable, Y/N?"

You wouldn't even budge, just reply with "Absolutely" while blocking out everyone else

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Oh my god biggest titties out of the entire group

And I think he's rather proud of them

More like he would proudly show them off if you were to ask him to show off his muscles in general

They aren't too hard, not too soft; perfect for you to lay your head on after a stressful day of traveling

Biggest way to get him a flustered mess

"A-ah! My love, what are you doing!?" You only just bury your face deeper in his chest, a yawn escaping you. ",,,Soft"

He got used to it and openly let's you do it anywhere tbh, finding it to be amusing every single time

And every time it never fails to make his face light up pink

He's also somewhat disappointed that you don't acknowledge his other muscles, he's worked hard for those and always dreamed of his s/o to fawn over them

Muhammad Avdol

A mixed between flustered and mildly confused when you just shive your head in his chest

But it's hard not to stop once you do it though, probably the most comfortable out of all of the Crusaders

He's warm, Avdol titties help you sleep during the cold nights

He doesn't mind it too much, but does not like it when you do it in public

So panicked and flustered

"Y/N! We are in p-public! This is inappropriate..!" You only look up at him. "But I'm tired,,and you're warm." Muhammad sighs, "At least wait to see if Mr. Joestar and get us a hotel room."

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure stardust crusaders #jjba x reader #jjba part 3 #jean pierre polnareff #jean pierre polnareff x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #noriaki kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin #muhammad avdol x reader #muhammad avdol

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abbacchiosbelt · 4 years

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🌟 Abbacchiosbelt Masterlist 2020 - Part I 🌟

An updated masterlist of all my works on this blog. Hopefully, I didn’t miss anything! I had to repost this because apparently, Tumblr has a limit on links... Anyways, please enjoy! ♥

Part II!

All Writing 📝

AO3 Archive [A majority of my works on AO3 have been archived on this blog, though not all of them are. If you’d like to check out my AO3, here’s the link!]

BY CHARACTER [Fics, Headcanons, Ask Prompt Responses]

Part 1 - Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

George Joestar 1st

Part 2 - Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Kars

Lisa Lisa

Wamuu

Esidisi

Santana

Part 3 - Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

Avdol

Dio Brando

Noriaki Kakyoin

Part 4 - Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan Kishibe

Jotaro Kujo

Yoshikage Kira

Mikitaka

Tomoko Higashikata

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijumura

Yukako Yamagishi

Part 5 - Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno’s Gang

Bruno Buccellati

Leone Abbacchio

Giorno Giovanna

Guido Mista

Narancia Ghirga

Pannacotta Fugo

Trish Una

La Squadra

Risotto Nero

Prosciutto

Melone

Ghiaccio

Pesci

Illuso

Formaggio

Sorbet

Gelato

Unita Special

Squalo

Tiziano

Cioccolata

Secco

Diavolo

Doppio

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Part 7 - Steel Ball Run 🏇

Johhny Joestar

Diego Brando

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Part 8 - Jojolion ⚓

Josuke Higashikata 8 (Gappy)

Yasuho Hirose

Confession Session ❤️

Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

Erina Pendleton

William Zeppeli

Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Kars

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

The Pillarmen

Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

DIO

Avdol

Daniel D’arby

Terence / Telence D’arby

Mariah Confession

Vanilla Ice

N’Doul

Hol Horse

The World

Star Platinum

Silver Chariot

Hierophant Green

Magician’s Red

Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan

Jotaro

Josuke

Okuyasu

Tomoko

Mikitaka

Yoshikage Kira

Killer Queen

Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno

Sticky Fingers

Abbacchio

Moody Blues

Narancia

Giorno

Gold Experience

Mista

Sex Pistols

Fugo

Purple Haze

Trish

Bucci Gang / Bruno’s Gang

La Squadra

Melone

Prosciutto

Risotto

Illuso

Pesci

Doppio

Diavolo

King Crimson

Cioccolata

Secco

Squalo & Tiziano

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Foo Fighters

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Steel Ball Run 🏇

Diego Brando

Johnny Joestar

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Jojolion ⚓

Gappy (Josuke Higashikata 8)

Yasuho Hirose

Jobin Higashikata

WRITING PROMPTS & OTHER🖋️

Fluff Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Ask Prompt

Yandere Prompt

JJBA Headcanons

Mini Fic Headcanons

Fluff

Not SFW

Valentine’s Day 2020

Monster AU

General AUs

COMMISSIONED WORKS 🌻

Unwrap Me, Baby | Joseph x F!Reader [NSFW]

Portraits of Home | Family AU - Jonathan, OC Elisa Joestar, and Dio [SFW]

Still Breathing | Cioccolata x F!Reader ! Please read the tags ! [NSFW]

Your Hand In Mine | Kira x F!Reader [NSFW]

See You Again | Prosciutto x F!Reader (Shae ☻) [NSFW]

Stay And Love Me | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Easy To Please | Joseph (Part 3) x F!Reader [NSFW]

Sweet Spot | OC x Risotto [NSFW]

Happy To Say | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Lights Out | Mista x Reader [NSFW[

In Care Of | Proscitutto x F!Reader x Risotto [NSFW]

JJBA FIC MASTERLIST 💌

Give In | Dio Brando x M!Reader [NSFW]

Paradise Isn’t Far | Guido Mista x F!Reader [NSFW]

Stolen | Diavolo!Bruno x F!Reader [NSFW]

Always Forever | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Hold My Love | Diavolo x Doppio [NSFW]

Disregard | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Anything For You | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Just Like That | Prosciutto x F!Reader x Melone [NSFW]

Full | Risotto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Need | Risotto Nero (Solo, F!Reader S/O) [NSFW]

Drift to Me | Jotaro Kujo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Reckless | Tiziano x F!Reader x Squalo [NSFW]

Purple Breeze | Merman AU w/Jotaro & Star Platinum [SFW]

Violent Intimacy | Cioccolata x F!Reader x Secco [NSFW]

Unfinished Business | La Squadra and Cioccolata [NSFW]

Human Nature | Mikitaka x Reader [SFW]

Amore Carino | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

When I’m With You | Jotaro x Reader [SFW]

Moonlight | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Show Off | Prosciutto x F!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Control Yourself | Sorbet x F!Reader x Gelato [NSFW]

Lovely Beings | Kars x Reader [NSFW]

I Want It All | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Feels Right | Abbacchio x Reader [SFW]

Bomb Pop | Polpo x Reader [NSFW]

Process | Melone & GN!Reader [SFW]

Lucky You | Bruno x GN!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Midnight Snack | Gyro x GN!Reader x Johnny [SFW]

Ride With Us | Gyro x F!Reader x Johnny [NSFW]

Hold That Pose | Jonathan x F!Reader x Dio [NSFW]

Try | Guido Mista x GN!Reader [NSFW]

As We Believed | Merman!Risotto Nero x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Say You Will | Siren!Abbacchio x GN! Reader [NSFW]

Morning Surprise | Johnny x F!Reader x Gyro [SFW]

Tomorrow Is Safe | Naga!Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Teacher’s Pet | Professor!Diavolo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Il Mio | Cioccolata x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Coming Untouched | Melone x F!Reader [NSFW]

Soft | Jotaro Kujo x GN!Reader [SFW]

#my writing #masterlist #not sfw #fluff #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure fanfiction #jjba fic

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jojowritings · 5 years

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Blog Rules & Intro

Hey! I’m Flora, I use She/They pronouns and Im a writer! I made an imagines blog because I wanted to improve on my writing and I really enjoy jjba imagines so I thought “why not make a blog?” Im not the best at writing and characterization but I will take requests for any of the characters listed below! Most importantly I hope you all enjoy my blog and writing! (I will add on to the character list and rules as I get farther in the anime! I will also be reading part 6, 7 & 8 at some point as well) Please read my rules and character writing list below!

Rules:

I love writing any kinds of fics so feel free to send in requests for fluff, comfort or nsfw! Im open to most things!

I will write for a max of 2 characters per request! I tend to get overwhelemed easily so I want to keep the number small, plus I can add more details in my writing when there are less characters to write for

I will only write for the characters specified on my list below. Due to the fact a handful of them didn’t get very much screen time most of my writing may be based off of my perception and my own personal headcanons (Im trying my best asjhjdssd)

I will close my inbox when I feel it is too full, this might change depending on my mood, stress level or anything else

Please make sure when requesting you specify what gender/pronouns you would like me to use for the reader, I will automatically use gender neutral they/them if you do not

I will write scenerios or headcanons that relate to a characters stand! (ie: Star Platinum, Silver Chariot ect.)

I have the right to decline any request for any reason, whether Im uncomfortable with it or any other possible reason

I will do NSFW requests and you can get as wild as you want with them, Im not very picky, I will tag all my NSFW posts as #nsfw and #n/s/f/w (I hope tumblr doesn’t take them down)

Topics I WILL NOT write for:

I will not write about rape or noncon UNLESS it is for a comfort type of scenerio

I will not write character ships, sorry

I will not write about a character being a yandere or a kidnapper

I will not write about incest

I will not write underage nsfw, if theyre underage I will delete the ask

I will update this list as I learn more about what Im comfortable writing!

I will write for:

Bolded characters are my favorites to write for ;)

Part 1

Jonathan Joestar

Dio Brando

Speedwagon

Part 2

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Kars

Whammu

Lisa Lisa

Suzie Q

Part 3

Jotaro Kujo

Muhammad Avdol

Noriaki Kakyoin

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Joseph Joestar (Old)

Dio Brando

Hol Horse

N’Doul

Part 4

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijimura

Rohan Kishibe

Koichi Hirose

Tonio Trussardi

Yukako Yamagishi

Akira Otoishi

Yoshikage Kira

Mikataka Hazekura

Part 5

Giorno Giovanna

Narancia Ghirga

Guido Mista

Bruno Bucciarati

Leone Abbachio

Panacotta Fugo

Vineger Doppio

Prosciutto

Melone

Ghiaccio

Risotto Nero

#rules #jjba #jjba imagines #jojo #stardust crusaders #battle tendancy #phantom blood #diamond is unbreakable #jojos bizarre adventure

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jjba-hc · 5 years

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A-Z Kakyoin (Sfw)

I love Noriaki so much,, I had fun writing this!

A = affection: He’s a bit sheepish about pda, but he’ still very happy to hold you hand or give you a quick kiss when you’re out! Kakyoin is pretty affectionate in general and he’s always doing small things to show his love.

B = best memory: It’s a bit silly, but he’s just so fond of the first time he just held you in his lap as he played games. Remembering your warmth against him and your soft scent make him so happy.

C = cat or dog person: Noriaki is a cat person. He loves dogs, too, but he appreciates cat’s independence and serenity.

D = dreams: He wants to make a lasting impression. He’s afraid that everything he’s done will be for nothing, so he wants to find a way to leave his mark.

E = evenings: Kakyoin prefers to spend his evenings at home. Whether it be reading, playing video games, or binging shows.

F = first date: He’s a little too timid to take the first date out in public, so he’ll invite you to his home. He’s scared that he’ll mess something up or bore you, but it turns out to be really nice! If you’re not too fond of video games, he’ll happily turn on a movie or pull out board games. It’s so cute how sheepish he is about it!

G = giggle: The cutest god damn thing is Kakyoin’s little laugh where he raises a hand to hide his little giggle. If you really get him going, though, he has such a dorky laugh.

H = hugs: He loves hugs! He especially likes when they last a little longer and he just gets to hold you close and enjoy your presence.

I = instrument: He doesn’t play anything currently, but he probably spent a bit of time playing an instrument as a child.

J = joy: His friends make him so happy.. He’s just so glad that he has such supportive and loving friends that understand him. Aside from that, he’s almost always in a good mood after reading a good book!

K = kisses: Kakyoin is a soft kisser. His kisses are always intimate and gentle.

L = love: He’s a nervous wreck when he has a crush. He can’t help blushing and staring lovingly at them. He tries to hide his nerves, but ultimately fails.

M = memory: Nori can’t decide on one favorite memory. He has lots of good ones from all the sightseeing he’s done during his travels!

N = no: His pet peeve is Polnareff. He can’t stand people that chew with their mouth open or continue arguments after they’ve ended.

O = occupation: He’s not very open about it, but he always wanted to be an illustrator of sorts.

P = parent: The best dad!! He’s very understanding and encourages his child to talk to him so they can come to an understanding. He tries his best not to spoil them, but he can’t help it sometimes.

Q = questions: He believes in the supernatural on a very lowkey level. He used to believe in it hardcore, but after spending some time with people like Avdol and Jotaro, he’s a little more skeptical of believing in those sorts of things.

R = romantic: Kakyoin is romantic, of course. He does’t do many cliche things, but he’s just overall sweet and does little things that remind his partner that he’s always thinking of them.

S = smile: A good book, his adorable partner, and his favorite games will all make him smile.

T = together: He’s not very clingy. Sometimes he gets just a bit more clingy if he’s feeling a little self conscious about himself.

U = unbearable: He takes so long to get ready, it’s ridiculous. He also does not pick up his games after playing, so you either have to get used to them being there or clean them up yourself.

V = videos: Noriaki takes a moderate amount of photos during the relationship! He’s so excited to frame them and display them on his nightstand.

W = wedding: The wedding would be pretty average, but he’d like it to be somewhere beautiful and keep it small. He absolutely cries when getting married.

X = eXtra: Kakyoin collects books and tends to make notes in his favorites. He doesn’t ever talk about it because he sometimes leaves embarrassing notes in it like “This reminds me of (crush)” or some dorky stuff.

Y = yuck: He doesn’t hate many foods, but he’s just a picky eater. He doesn’t like tomatoes unless they’re very thin or small.

Z = zzzz: The poor baby is a light sleeper. Any loud noise will wake him up.

#noriaki kakyoin #jjba hc #jjba headcanons #sfw #stardust crusaders #Anonymous

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lavenderspike · 7 years

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a- age: 17

b - biggest fear: dying alone, swag

c - current time: 3:10 pm

d - drink you last had: milk

e - every day starts with: abject rage that I have to do this shit all over again

f - favorite song: anything from carrie & lowell, anything from folie à deux

g - ghosts, are they real: hell yes!! A ghost threw a ruler across my room once

h - hometown: city in metro atlanta

i - in love with: noriaki kakyoin

j - jealous of: bf havers, job havers

k - killed someone: do my hopes and dreams count

l - last time you cried: today bc my dad was being an ass to my mom

m - middle name: alexander

n - number of siblings: 1

o - one wish: for my mom to get completely healed

p - person you last called/texted: my cousin

q - questions you’re always asked: why are you like this

r - reasons to smile: people are gay out there

s - song last sang: hey now- london grammar

t - time you woke up: 6 am

u - underwear color: white

v - vacation destination: Italy?? England?? I don’t get to travel to exotic places

w - worst habit: eating everything (yay pica!!)

x - x-rays you’ve had: teeth

y - your favorite food: calamari

z - zodiac sign: sagittarius

Tagging: @pinkhoney @belgii-chan @rancidsandwiches @cemeterysaint @tokenarabhobistan

Tagged by @twinkculture

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mistabullets · 4 years

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Masterlist + Tags

LAST UPDATED 7/23/2020

This is a masterlist filled with my tags and links to certain works to help you better navigate my blog, especially if you’re looking for something in particular.

General Tags

My Writing - all of my bullet point headcanons and writing scenarios

Not Writing - non-writing stuff, such as rambles, confessions, updates

Others Writing - other people’s works that I think you’ll enjoy!

Headcanons - headcanons, usually in bullet point format

Quick HC - quick headcanon, simple and to the point

Scenario - fanfics based off writing prompts or requests

Prompts - requests based on a prompt list or a meme

Rambles - literally just me talking to y’all and having a discussion

Confessions - tell me about what you wanna do to your faves

Updates - updates to rules, masterlist, or announcements

Not SFW - anything that is n/s/f/w in the slightest will go here

SFW - will direct you to my sfw works

Misc - fanart, memes, gifs, etc of your faves will be here

Parts Tags

Part 1 - Phantom Blood

Part 2 - Battle Tendency

Part 3 - Stardust Crusaders

Part 4 - Diamond is Unbreakable

Part 5 - Golden Wind / Vento Aureo

Phantom Blood

Jonathan Joestar:

Jonathan Tag

Not SFW Jonathan HC’s

Boyband HC’s

Will Zeppeli:

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Daddy Kink

Dio Brando:

Dio Tag

BP Tag

Fem!S/O with a Mommy Kink

Battle Tendency

Joseph Joestar:

Joseph Tag

Young!Joseph Tag

S/O with a Fucked Up Sleep Schedule

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Boyband HC’s

With a Femdom!S/O

Caesar Zeppeli:

Caesar Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Praising + Size Kink

Lisa Lisa:

Lisa Lisa Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Kars:

Kars Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Stardust Crusaders

Jotaro Kujo:

Jotaro Tag

3taro Tag

Jotaro on a Date

Dirty Talk + Being Praised

Dirty Talk + Jotakak + Body Worship

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Prostate Stimulation

Dirty Talk + Stand Fucking

Dirty Talk + Master/Slave Dynamics

Boyband HC’s

With a Voice Actor S/O

With a Badass Fem!S/O

Confessing to Insecure Fem!S/O

Kakyoin Noriaki:

Kakyoin Tag

With Chubby!Fem S/O

With a Goth S/O

With Jotaro’s Polar Opposite Twin

Kakyoin Gets a MILF (Not SFW)

With a Small S/O

Dirty Talk + Tentacles Sex

Dirty Talk + Shy S/O

Dirty Talk + Jotakak + Body Worship

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Praising + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Master/Slave Dynamics

With a Voice Actor S/O

Jean Pierre Polnareff:

Polnareff Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

D’avoir et de Tenir

Joseph Joestar:

Joseph Tag

Old!Joseph Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Muhammad Avdol:

Avdol Tag

Dirty Talk + Temperature Play

Yandere Tarot - Devil, Empress, & Magician

Dio Brando:

Dio Tag

SDC Dio Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Exhibitionism

Dirty Talk + Deepthroating

Dirty Talk + Spanking

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Yandere Tarot - Lovers & Temperance

With a Badass Fem!S/O

Hol Horse:

Hol Tag

Dirty Talk + Desperation

Diamond is Unbreakable

Josuke Higashikata:

Josuke Tag

Josuke’s Wedding HC’s

Josuke With a Goth S/O

Love Kinda Guy (First Time, Not SFW)

Dirty Talk + Chubby S/O

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Being Rode + Praising

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Boyband HC’s

Okuyasu Nijimura:

Okuyasu Tag

Lazy Days (Not SFW w/ Chubby!Fem Reader)

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Rohan Kishibe:

Rohan Tag

Dirty Talk + Soft

Dirty Talk + Dom/Sub Dynamics

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Morning Sex

Dirty Talk + Chubby S/O

Dirty Talk + Teasing

Yandere Tarot - Strength

S/O with a Kinder Approach to His Methods

Yandere Tarot - Hierophant, Moon, & Lovers

Jotaro Kujo:

Jotaro Tag

4taro Tag

S/O with a Fucked Up Sleep Schedule

With S/O Who Has a Kid

With a Short S/O

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Breeding/Hypnosis

Dirty Talk + Love Making

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + As a Professor

Dirty Talk + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Morning Sex

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Praising a Soft Dom

Relationship w/ Jotaro HC’s

With a Flexible Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

With a Housewife S/O

Shy S/O with Praise Kink (Not SFW)

Yandere Tarot - Multiple

With a Barista Fem!S/O

Mikitaka Hazekura:

Mikitaka Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Alien Sex

Dirty Talk + Oviposition

Kira Yoshikage:

Dirty Talk + Gagged with Fingers

Dirty Talk + Anal Fingering

Golden Wind / Vento Aureo

Giorno Giovanna:

Giorno Tag

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Giorno’s Wedding HC’s w/ Dark-Skinned S/O

With Brown-Eyed S/O

Giorno Admiring His S/O

With Stressed S/O

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Not SFW Alphabet

With a Shy Fem!S/O (SFW + Not SFW)

Dirty Talk + Shy S/O

Dirty Talk + Breeding + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Cockwarming

The Flowers You Give (Angst Fic)

S/O Being Kidnapped + Injured

Boyband HC’s

With an Intense Crush

With a Fem!S/O w/ Daddy Issues

Yandere Tarot - Strength & Lovers

Sei Bella (Not SFW + Eating Out)

Yandere Tarot - Star

Yandere Tarot - Death, Devil, & World

With Boyish Fem!S/O

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Overstimulation + Body Worship (Not SFW)

Bruno Bucciarati:

Bruno Tag

Relationship w/ Bruno HC’s (SFW + Not SFW)

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Bruno’s Wedding HC’s w/ Dark-Skinned S/O

Poly!Bruabba Relationship HC’s

S/O is the Boss

Not SFW Bruno HC’s

With a Brown-Eyed and Dark-Haired S/O

Not SFW Alphabet

Poly!Brumis Relationship HC’s

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + Cucking

Dirty Talk + Being Bit

Dirty Talk + Breeding

With a Flexible Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

With an Intense Crush

Cuddling w/ Bruno HC’s

With Touch Starved Fem!S/O

With a Voice Actor S/O

Yandere Tarot - Devil, Star, & Hierophant

With a Housewife S/O

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Mista Guido:

Mista Tag

Not SFW Mista HC’s

S/O with a Fucked Up Sleep Schedule

“I just ripped my pants” Scenario

First Time HC’s

S/O Who’s Lucky Number is 4

Mista Getting Caught (Not SFW)

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

With Ladylike S/O

With Stressed S/O

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Not SFW Alphabet

Poly!Brumis Relationship HC’s

With a Boyish!Fem S/O

His Cupcake (Not SFW, Eating Out)

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Daddy Kink

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Breath Play

Dirty Talk + Petplay

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Choking

S/O Being Kidnapped + Injured

With a Flexible Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

With an Intense Crush

Yandere Tarot - Strength

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Narancia Ghirga:

Narancia Tag

With Ladylike S/O

With Stressed S/O

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + Soft

Dirty Talk + Teasing

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Pegging

Dirty Talk + Desperation

Yandere Tarot - Lovers, Moon, & Chariot

Going with the Flow (Not SFW)

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Cuddling w/ Narancia HC’s

Leone Abbacchio:

Abbacchio Tag

Poly!Bruabba Relationship HC’s

S/O is the Boss

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Body Worship

With a Voice Actor S/O

With a Badass Fem!S/O

Romantic Pegging HC’s (Not SFW)

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Pannacotta Fugo:

Fugo Tag

S/O is the Boss

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Makeup Sex

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

S/O Being Kidnapped + Injured

Yandere Tarot - Strength & Lovers

Riunione (Makeup Sex, Not SFW)

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

S/O from Anger Management Class

Diavolo:

Diavolo Tag

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Risotto Nero:

Risotto Tag

S/O Sings Him to Sleep

Risotto’s Wedding HC’s

Not SFW Risotto HC’s

Taller S/O Scenario

“Don’t lie to me again” Scenario

With a Short S/O

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

With Tattoo Artist S/O

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Mind Break

Dirty Talk + Daddy Kink

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + Cucking

Dirty Talk + Pegging

Formaggio:

Formaggio Tag

With Ladylike S/O

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

With Tattoo Artist S/O

Illuso:

Illuso Tag

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

Not SFW Alphabet

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto Tag

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

Yandere Tarot - Hierophant, Moon, & Lovers

Melone:

Melone Tag

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

With Tattoo Artist S/O

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Oviposition

Dirty Talk + Pegging

Dirty Talk + Melone Sex

Ghiaccio:

Ghiaccio Tag

Ghiaccio’s Wedding HC’s

With a Dom!NB S/O (Not SFW)

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

Not SFW Alphabet

Seeing His Crush Semi-Naked

Dirty Talk + Degrading

Dirty Talk + Femdom

Dirty Talk + Biting

With a Calm and Patient S/O

Doppio Vinegar:

Doppio Tag

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Mommy Kink

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Gentle Loving Dom

Squalo & Tiziano:

Squalo & Tiziano Tag

Squalo Tag

Tiziano Tag

Poly!SquaTizi w/ Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

Cioccolata:

Cioccolata Tag

Dirty Talk + Praising

Secco:

Secco Tag

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Cioccolata’s Gift

Dirty Talk + Desperation

Yandere Tarot - Devil

Stone Ocean

Jolyne Cujoh:

Boyband HC’s

#masterlist #updates #tags #my writing

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nympsycho-ao3 · 5 years

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Three-Player Game

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You pay a visit to Kakyoin's home to spend some time together before you part to attend university.

You find, though, that there's going to be much more to your time together than just playing video games.

[In which you're double teamed by Jotaro and Kakyoin, joined by Star Platinum and Hierophant Green. They make the most of breaking your innocence one thrust at a time, teasing you further into a side of yourself that you didn't know you had.]

A commission piece.

Hollow ticking noises break up the chipper tune of a midi video game soundtrack. Tense silence between the two players hangs heavy in the air as they tick-tick-tick away at the controllers, leaning into the twists and turns of their respective cars.

After excitable silence lasts far too long between them, energy bursts between them as one prevails as the victor of the race.

“Fuck off,” Jotaro gripes, tossing the controller onto the floor in front of him. He’s such a sore loser.

Kakyoin merely gloats a laugh, the victory screen bright and celebratory. Jotaro isn’t sure which sight he hates more.

They’re interrupted by a knock on the door.

Jotaro looks towards Kakyoin in confusion; at least, as expressive as Jotaro’s face gets. Kakyoin rises from his cross-legged position on the floor.

“Oh yeah. I invited someone over,” Kakyoin explains, striding towards the door confidently.

At Jotaro’s irritated glare, Kakyoin reassures him. “You’ll like ‘em, I promise.”

It’s a tall order to expect Jotaro to like anyone.

The door opens to reveal the opposite of what Jotaro expects. A comely girl steps through the frame, offering Kakyoin a short hug and cordial greeting. Kakyoin’s eyes catch on the sight of the bare skin on your thigh, your shorts and thigh-high socks making way for plush, inviting softness. You’re too righteous to notice. He offers you a drink or a snack, but you’re too polite to accept.

“Jotaro,” Kakyoin calls out to him still seated in front of the television. “This is (Y/N). She’s a friend of mine from school.”

Jotaro doesn’t offer a greeting, merely tolerating your presence with a stoic glare. You worry that you’ve done something wrong, shifting your weight with the awkwardness. You’ve seen him in school plenty of times, smoking cigarettes and sleeping in class. Not once had he ever looked your way. Rather, he didn’t seem to look anyone’s way.

“Um… hi, Jotaro,” you greet meekly, intimidated by the scowl on his face. He shrugs his shoulders to obfuscate his face, turning back towards the TV to click to a different menu.

You don’t know that he’s hiding a blush on his cheeks.

“Hi, (Y/N),” he finally utters, the curtness all that you or Kakyoin could probably ask for in the way of politeness.

“Wanna play F-Mega with us?” Kakyoin offers, motioning towards the colorful display on the screen.

“Oh! Um… I really suck at video games,” you insist, a humble giggle marking your words.

“Eh, everyone sucks at first,” Kakyoin reassures, placing his palm on the small of your back. His hand is so large it dwarfs you, spanning most of the breadth of your body.

“Really, I’d just be a burden to play with,” you contend, your hands rising defensively.

“Nonsense. Please? I’ll show you,” he beseeches. You can’t resist the look in his eyes: excitement and urgency.

“Fine,” you relent with a smile. It charms Kakyoin, eager to show you the ropes.

He seats you in his place, handing you the controller. Your hands find the contours of it quite alien and situate them over the buttons incorrectly.

“Here,” Kakyoin shuffles to sit behind you, straddling your body with his legs. “Like this.” He reaches forward to lay his hands over yours, adjusting your fingers in place. You stiffen with the position, the closeness not uncomfortable, just unfamiliar. You’ve had a crush on Kakyoin since freshman year, and he’s never given you any indication of reciprocation. You convince yourself this is innocent, despite Jotaro’s glare from beside you.

“Take Jotaro’s controller. I’ll play you,” he instructs, sending an authoritative glance Jotaro’s way. He curls his lip at the request, but relents, shoving the controller towards you. You accept it hesitantly, avoiding making contact with his hand. You wonder what you did for Jotaro to be so cold towards you.

Kakyoin knows better. The fact that he gave up the controller in the first place means he at least tolerates you.

Kakyoin takes the other controller from your hand and shuffles through different menus with it. You keep your fingers in place, awaiting Kakyoin’s next command.

He shows you through the game from behind you, his instructions marked by the hotness of his breath against your ear. You can’t relax, the hardness of Kakyoin’s chest and his guidance testing your patience. You try your best, but you still suck, though Kakyoin doesn’t say it.

Jotaro does.

“She sucks. Let me play,” he growls. Kakyoin shoots him a glare, but it goes ignored.

“Fine, we’ll set up three-player,” Kakyoin sneers. “Would you mind getting another controller, (Y/N)? There’s another one in my closet. I’ll try to figure out how to get a third player in.”

You nod without thinking, Kakyoin making a request of you humbling. You break from the support of Kakyoin’s chest to rise, though you realize after getting to your feet that you don’t know where Kakyoin’s room is.

Kakyoin’s keen perception comes in handy. “First door on the left, there,” he leads, his hand motioning towards a hallway. You nod again before ushering yourself away, thankful for the coolness of the air to soothe your blushing cheeks.

Being in Kakyoin’s room feels weirdly invasive, like you’re a child that finds themselves somewhere they shouldn’t be. You smile at the neatness of it, put-together and collected like the boy who resides in it. You make your way to the closet, opening it to reveal an organized series of belongings. You look around for the controller, only for your eyes to land on a clear bin on the top shelf of the closet that reveals the familiar shape.

It’s too high to reach, but you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jotaro by asking for help. Instead, you balance on your toes, stretching your arms to drag your fingertips across the bottom edge of the container. With each attempt, you bring it closer to the edge, your calves stinging with the exertion.

You manage to get it to the point where it tips, catching it with waiting fingertips.

Your grip isn’t enough.

It comes toppling down, the contents of it tumbling onto you. You let out a shriek, guarding yourself with your hands, but soon you find yourself snared in the entrapment of various wires and cords. You freeze in place, embarrassed, wondering if this is some sort of nightmare.

“(Y/N)!” Kakyoin calls from the doorframe, rushing towards you. He grasps your shoulders, his fingers already working to untangle you. You resign into yourself, too embarrassed to do much else. Kakyoin frees you gradually, one step at a time, his touches lingering on your skin longer after he moves on.

“I’m so sorry! Oh my God, oh… I-it was an accident, ah…” you stutter.

“I’m sorry, I forgot that most people can’t reach that high,” he says frantically.

“It’s alright,” you insist, hoping to usher away his concerns. The way he unwinds you from the cords is captivating, the look in his violet eyes pure protection. When he looks up to untangle a cord from around your neck, he can’t help but let the eye contact last much longer than it needs to.

He doesn’t look away from you as he drops the cord to the ground beside you. You’re too entranced in his eyes to avert your gaze, though every bit of anxiety within you tells you to.

“Thanks,” you utter modestly, unsure what to do as you look up at Kakyoin.

“No problem,” he responds lowly, the closeness between you and him suddenly uncomfortably apparent. Before you can step back, Kakyoin returns his palm to the side of your neck. Kakyoin’s observational skills are your downfall, your adoring gaze bringing a slow grin across his face.

He’s more daring than he’s ever been, leaning down to bring his face close to yours. He assesses your reaction with heavy lids before pressing his lips to yours ever so gently. Though you’re stunned into stillness, your head floods with fluttery panic and enrapturement.

He breaks the kiss after a moment, his expression almost as surprised as yours.

“Sorry,” he utters quietly. “You just looked really cute.”

You scoff an embarrassed exhale into your hands, finally looking away and down at Kakyoin’s chest. You find a brief streak of boldness, gripping Kakyoin’s forearms a lot less forcefully than you think you do. He complies with your gentle coaxing, kissing you again. It’s more fevered this time, your eyes closing with the intensity. You had no idea Kakyoin felt this way at all, as he gave no indication of his affections being anything more than platonic.

With the newfound intensity between you, he swings his leg back to kick the door closed. He captures you in his grasp, the contours of your chest molding into his own. The noise of the door slamming shut is almost unheard, obfuscated by the blood rushing past your ears.

You whine into the kiss as Noriaki gropes the mound of your ass, coercing you towards the bed. You can’t object, nor do you desire to, only a small nagging of anxiety nipping the back of your throat. He situates you onto the edge of the bed, his sheepish and kind nature distant as he gropes and claws at you. He forces himself to separate from your lips to tug your shoes off roughly, tossing them God knows where.

He pushes you further onto the bed, climbing over you as he laps and kisses at the heat on your neck. You squeal under his weight and with the sensation, wholly new to you-- you probably shouldn’t tell Kakyoin that just moments ago he gave you your first kiss. He straddles your thighs, kissing your collarbone and the hollows of it. Your hands grasp desperately at his shirt, grounding yourself.

The influx of alien feelings and sensations that overtake you are overwhelming. There’s an omnipotent aching deep in your pelvis, each kiss and grope bringing it closer to the surface.

Kakyoin thumbs the hem of one of your thigh-highs, playfully tugging it down and following the trail with his tongue. You shiver and whine at the way the air cools the line of spit on your thigh, your hands hovering in the air having lost their source of stability.

“Ah-- Kakyoin,” you gasp, his violet eyes meeting yours though he says nothing. “What about Jotaro?”

“He’ll ditch us for a cigarette eventually,” Kakyoin reassures, winding his way back up to your lips to show his confidence with the statement.

He finds his way between your legs, perched onto his calves. He hunches over you like a predator over its prey, nipping at your neck, learning your ticks. You groan deeply as he grinds his hips into yours, a rolling motion that draws the aching in your gut to your groin.

To steady yourself and bring yourself back down to Earth, you find Kakyoin’s skin under his shirt, hot and soft. He grins into the kisses, bringing himself down onto one elbow to do much of the same. The way he strokes the skin of your belly makes you quiver, something tingling between your legs.

Soon it becomes apparent that there’s no going back. You’re not sure if you want to, but this is all so fast that you can barely wrap your head around the situation. All those years of staring at Kakyoin from across the lunchroom, sketching him in class… and this is what comes of it.

He starts to trail his fingers down to the hem of your shorts, peeking beneath them and assessing your reaction. He’s pleased when you whimper and pant, waiting for what you’re not sure comes next.

Kakyoin’s ministrations are interrupted by a sudden bang and shift in the light of the room. You let out a startled shriek, Kakyoin’s head snapping towards the door with a flick of his hair.

He bucks himself off of you, almost falling to the floor but managing to catch his balance. You scramble to push your shirt down and pull your sock back up onto your thighs.

“What the fuck, Jotaro?” Kakyoin yells, the height in his voice unfamiliar. You realize you’ve never heard the soft-spoken, respectful Kakyoin raise his voice or curse.

“Wondered where you two went,” he grumbles, his arms crossed across his chest. You stare at the imposing figure in the doorway, noting the small glimpse of a barely-there grin. It’s the first time you’ve seen anything but a displeased grimace on his face.

“Ever hear of knocking?” Kakyoin continues, obviously shifting his weight to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

“Why bother? Not like you hide wanting to fuck her very well,” he shrugs, his lighthearted tone almost as unfamiliar as Kakyoin’s angry one.

Both of you stare at him incredulously. You bring the blanket up to cover your chest, finding comfort in whatever decency you can find. You’re hot and overwhelmed, your breathing quick as it heaves your chest.

“Were you planning on being a selfish prick, or were you gonna share?” Jotaro sneers, one eyebrow raising. Your eyes switch between Jotaro and Kakyoin like a slideshow, assessing each one of their reactions.

Wait, what? What did he say?

You finally linger on Kakyoin who seems just as surprised as you are.

Then, a sly grin.

He summons hierophant, though you’re none the wiser; you’ve heard plenty of stories of Kakyoin’s stand, but you’re not able to see it. A part of you wishes you could, but for now, Kakyoin uses that fact to his advantage. He maneuvers a collection of tentacles around you, just out of reach.

“Guess that’s up to her,” Kakyoin shrugs, looking towards you with an amicable gaze.

What? What was he asking you?

You switch to Jotaro, only to see him eyeing you like a piece of meat. In every way that Kakyoin was attractive to you, Jotaro was the opposite; somehow, it works, his imposing and stoic nature making you curious as to what lies under the diamond-hard exterior. The way he looks at you almost scares you, due to the shadow of the brim of his hat casting his salacious gaze darkly. The shadow brings out the emerald of his eyes, something you’ve never noticed before. Probably because he barely looks at you as it is.

“W-What?” you finally ask, stuttering under the weight of Jotaro’s stare.

Jotaro grins at your innocence, the expression foreign to you. “C’mon, if you’re willing to fuck with me around, it’s only polite to include me.”

“When have you ever cared about politeness?” Kakyoin jeers from the other side of the bed. Your wide eyes remain locked on Jotaro.

“Shut up,” he sneers. Kakyoin laughs at the tone, though you’re not sure what’s so funny.

Jotaro finally moves from the door frame, his hulking stature easily closing the door behind him with a twist of his ankle.

You’re stunned into immobility, only blinking as Jotaro takes off his hat. Without it, you can see his entire face at once, and more importantly, the hardness of his features as light is cast on them naturally. It’s an act of kindness, considering Jotaro can’t approach the situation using his words. You can’t help but stare at the curly blackness of his hair, the highlights shining indigo with the light of the sun filtering in through the window.

Your interest is only further captured as he shrugs off his jacket, casting it onto the floor in a slumped heap. You knew Jotaro was huge, but the figure of his muscles widens your eyes. He’s flattered by the expression, resting his hands on his hips to accentuate the pulling of his muscles on his shoulders.

“Hey,” Kakyoin calls, catching your attention from what must have been a stare. His expression is unreadable and unfamiliar to you, but you think it might be jealousy. Kakyoin indignantly unbuttons the clip of his gakuran before yanking it off, tossing it onto the heap that Jotaro’s jacket created. Jotaro scoffs, his eyebrow raising.

You’ve always wondered what Kakyoin wore under his gakuran. A plain white undershirt greets you, exposing the delicate musculature underneath. You’re surprised by the breadth of him, his slim-fitting gakuran doing him no favors.

Jotaro chuckles, raising his eyebrow at Kakyoin. “What, pissed that I’m stealing your girl?”

“You’re not stealing anything,” he asserts in return, pointing his words with a raise of his chin.

“We’ll see about that,” Jotaro jokes.

Seeing Jotaro so lighthearted gives you an enthralling insight into what he must be like under the tough facade. You’re excited to learn more.

“You… you both want…?” you begin to ask, both of their attentions caught by the sound of your voice. You lower the blanket, your hands beginning to feel heavy.

Jotaro huffs. “Do you wanna fuck us or not?”

Kakyoin slaps his shoulder, though the impact makes no difference. “You could be more tactful.”

“Fuck that,” Jotaro dismisses with a wave of his hand. He approaches you on the side of the bed, looking down at you with heavy lids, as he appears to cast aside something from his path. Kakyoin reluctantly retreats Hierophant, clearing the space. The upward curl of Jotaro’s lips is somehow scarier to you than his usual grimace. Jotaro gives you a peek of his midriff from under his shirt, revealing the most statuesque physique you’ve ever seen with your own two eyes. Thick veins bulge at the surface near his groin, a spattering of dark hair illustrating a path downwards from his navel. He’s breathtaking, catching your breath in your throat.

“Like what you see?” he pries, his proximity to you unsettling but also invigorating. He’s never bothered to give you the time of day before. Why now?

You don’t know what else to do other than comply as he takes your hand in his own, bringing it to rest against the muscles of his abdomen. You blush and desperately avert your gaze from his eyes, following the path that he guides your hand along, the hardness and contours of the muscle captivating.

He releases your hand, only for your palm to linger; you don’t know if you’re too stunned to move, or if the thought of taking your hands off of him for even a moment is unfathomable. You brush your fingers across his navel, the smooth warmth of it maintaining your undivided attention.

“Heh,” he breathes, his cocky expression infuriating Kakyoin. “That was easy.”

“Shut up,” Kakyoin gripes, quickly advancing himself towards you. He climbs on the bed, already comfortable due to the familiar surroundings, and situates himself next to you. He almost reminds you of a jealous child, climbing onto the bed and yanking your hand onto his torso.

You dig your fingers into the both of them, the hardness you meet delicious. Kakyoin certainly isn’t as bulky as Jotaro, but he holds himself confidently, especially as he peacocks for you.

Your thoughts are swimming with what feels like a fever. If you had to choose, you couldn’t choose just one, and you know it. Indeed, as they scowl at one another you find yourself lost in a sea of fervor. You organize them just enough to keep yourself oriented.

“C’mon,” Jotaro goads with a sing-song inflection. “You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

God, desperately.

Jotaro leans closer to you, somehow still looking down at you. “Good girls know how to share.”

The rumbling of his voice settles in your groin. You look towards Kakyoin for some sign of approval, finding only a considerate smirk on his face. He rests his hand on your thigh, the contact hitching your breath.

“I’m… I’m not sure,” you hesitate, despite the pulling in your gut. They inch towards you, kindness in one’s glare and licentiousness in the other’s.

“About what?” Jotaro inquires, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it before.

The answer should be obvious, you think. He must be mocking you.

“About… all this,” you answer vaguely with a chuckle, Kakyoin’s fingers winding their way higher up on your thigh. A part of you wants to stop him, but it’s easily overshadowed by the excitement that builds within you.

You return your hands to your side, hesitant. Jotaro takes it upon himself to bring his lips close to your ear, the heat making your tense muscles shiver.

“You are sure,” he insists, his hot breath against your ear tensing your thighs under Kakyoin’s hold. “You don’t want to leave us hanging. You want to make us feel good, like a good girl, right?”

You clench your eyes shut at this words, whining softly. He’s so close to you; you can smell his cologne, and it’s intoxicating. You didn’t think someone like Jotaro would wear cologne.

You manage a nod. It’s true, it’s what some part of you wants, though you’re not sure which part. Primarily, you’re concerned that you simply can’t handle this. You were barely able to keep yourself with Kakyoin alone, how are you supposed to keep yourself composed?

“I-- I won’t… you’re overestimating me, here,” you claim, hoping that the heat that comes from Jotaro’s torso won’t boil your blood.

“No, I’m not,” Jotaro consoles, the swing of his voice quite convincing. You almost believe him. “You’re a dirty girl. You can handle it.”

Kakyoin seems irked at his words, but says nothing. You’re not a dirty girl to him, but he lets Jotaro take the reigns, what he believes to be just this once.

Your thighs jerk upwards as Jotaro palms the heat between your legs. Kakyoin scolds his forwardness, but you can’t pay attention, the pressure desperately needed. Jotaro hums when you roll your hips into it, keeping a harder push just out of your reach. You take in an exasperated gasp, needy and insistent.

“You want more?” he croons, obviously amused with your reaction to his teasing.

“I do,” you finally admit, the words tumbling from your lips without care. You almost regret divulging your desires, but the sudden pressing of Jotaro’s fingers onto your pussy casts that thought away from your mind.

You’re startled by the feeling of what must be ropes of some sort taking your arms and legs into their grasp. Panic is quickly settled with Kakyoin’s reassurance.

“That’s Hierophant, my stand,” he explains, the tendrils winding their way to your abdomen, encircling you. Jotaro sends a cocky glance towards Kakyoin, and he ignores it out of stubbornness. He’s evidently proud he pulled this off.

You keep your nerves together as Hierophant lifts you from the mattress into the air, supporting your weight with ease. The boys rise from the bed as you drift towards the foot of it with the aid of Hierophant, invisible but present in touch.

Jotaro picks up on your discomfort and moves to stand behind you, pressing his chest into your back in support. Having something tangible and visible to support you calms you as much as you can be in this moment. Your knees are bent, positioning you in a pose a bit too lascivious for comfort. Your mind is elsewhere, though, watching Kakyoin approach you slowly.

Jotaro’s arms hook under yours to wrap around your chest. “Your socks are really cute, (Y/N). You should keep them on.”

“W--wha…” you manage to squeak before you watch your shorts get torn in two, an invisible force ripping them from your body with ease. You yelp at the sound of tearing fabric and the burning against your hips as the fabric falls to the floor. Your movements are inhibited by Hierophant surrounding you and the sturdiness of Jotaro’s back.

“My stand,” Jotaro explains. You trust him enough to use whatever incredible power this is for good, though you have no reason to place that trust in him. Too late to consider it now, though.

Invisible hands slide broad fingers up your thighs, plucking the lip of your panties at your hip. You move your thighs to squirm with the extrinsic sensation; it seems you haven’t learned your lesson yet.

You feel terribly exposed, especially as Kakyoin perches himself between your legs. You blush at the sight, though you’re helpless to cover yourself. It would be a shame if you did, anyway.

Noriaki watches your expression as he drags an authoritative finger along your covered slit, grinning at the wetness that seeps through the fabric. He presses on your clit with a teasing prod, the new sensation forcing your eyes closed. His lips find the inside of your thigh, dragging sweet kisses along the muscle of it.

One of Hierophant’s tendrils wraps around the fabric that covers your pussy, pulling it out of the way. You whine at the way that Kakyoin stares, seemingly entranced by the sight despite your embarrassment. You open your mouth to beg him not to, but your head is ushered back by a quick tug of your hair. You whelp, only for the sound of it to be muffled by Jotaro’s lips. Kissing him is a strange feeling, especially the way he commands you with his mouth. He tastes like cigarettes.

Your groan resounds in the hollow of Jotaro’s mouth as Kakyoin touches you raw, no barrier between you and his digit. Your toes curl, the only movement you’re able to muster against Hierophant’s strong grip. He pulls back, a line of wetness connecting the pad of his finger to you for a moment before he swipes it into his palm.

“Did you want this that bad?” he banters, knowing you’re unable to answer as your mouth is currently preoccupied. He doesn’t need one, having all the evidence he needs right in front of him. Jotaro slides his tongue between your lips, the invasion making you wince. You relax soon, though, letting the weight of your head fall back onto Jotaro’s fist in your hair.

Hierophant rips your panties off of your hips with a single tug, your tongue hardening against Jotaro’s at the sting against your skin. Kakyoin glides his fingers against the wetness, exploring the intricacies of it, before settling on your clit and circling it curiously. Jotaro drinks in the moans that you can’t suppress in your throat, his fingers tightening on your hair.

Jotaro releases the kiss suddenly, leaving your lips coated in a mixture of your salivas. You meet Jotaro’s piercing gaze for just a moment before your head is manhandled, forcing you to look upon Kakyoin between your legs.

You want to tell Kakyoin to slow down, to give you a second to absorb all of this, especially as you feel dizzy with the lingering taste of Jotaro on your lips. You can’t, something within you prevents it-- a side of you you never even knew was there.

Kakyoin watches your face as he slides a finger inside you, the bucking of your hips beguiling to greedy eyes. He meets almost no resistance except for the tightness inside, your wetness providing plenty of buffer to the friction.

You feel an invisible pair of hands encapsulating your rib cage, large and imposing. They slide to your abdomen, pecking at the hem of your shirt. Watching the fabric twist with an invisible force is equally terrifying and intriguing as it exposes your midriff. Jotaro’s hands meet the demands of Star Platinum’s, ripping your shirt in two with ease. You writhe into the pulsing of Kakyoin’s finger as it glides in and out, gyrating with Jotaro’s groping of your chest.

He snaps the elastic band of your sports-bra against your skin, a joke in a time when humor is sorely unnecessary.

“Heh,” he chuckles from behind. “So modest. Who are you trying to fool?”

You can’t respond, his hands making quick work of the fabric and casting it aside just as easily as the rest. A chill runs through you, your body completely exposed, though your blood burns red-hot.

Jotaro cups one of your breasts a tad too roughly, a dull sting making you thrash against your restraints. You protest briefly as what feels like an invisible mouth takes your other nipple into it, a strange presence of what must be a tongue flicking the already hard nub between its teeth.

“Oh-- my God,” you cry out, your head falling back onto the security of Jotaro’s chest. Kakyoin’s finger rubs against somewhere deep inside you that spurs a shock through your sex and into your abdomen. He takes your heightened moaning as an invitation, inserting a second finger as gingerly as he did the first. He finds a gentle rhythm, stroking the point he’s found that makes you breathe out delectably. You’re thankful for the kindness as Jotaro twists and pulls on the sensitivity of your breast, the other manipulated by a mysterious force.

“Kak, stop teasing the girl,” Jotaro chastises, the growling of his voice booming in your ear.

Kakyoin gives him an irritated glare, obviously plenty pleased with the reactions he coaxes from you. Jotaro scoffs, releasing your chest, the apparent mouth dissipating curiously. You expect to feel the chill of exposed saliva, only for there to be an unusual dryness.

Another presence replaces Jotaro, larger and broader than even Jotaro’s stunning musculature. Jotaro practically shoves Kakyoin out of the way, grasping your hips to coax you closer to his face, the tendrils apparently cooperative. You gush at the sight of Jotaro eyeing you, wanting to cover your face or at least close your thighs; you can’t, though, leaving you to grit your teeth with parted lips.

Jotaro picks up where Kakyoin left off, just much less considerate. You reel with the sudden penetration of two fingers, groaning gutterally as he glides his knuckles flush with you. Kakyoin watches as Jotaro slows his pumping to accommodate his mouth around the base of your entrance. He slides upwards quickly, not one to waste time, and rolls his tongue around your clit. It isn’t long before he takes it into his mouth, his lips warm and wet exactly where you need it. He kisses you, languidly gyrating his tongue along the underside of your clit until he flicks it upwards and uncovers the bud from its hood. Your feet hurt from how hard to clench your toes, searching for any semblance of control that they’ve taken from you.

“J--Jotaro--” you seethe, the tone of it foreign on your lips. Jotaro looks up at that, his lips curling upwards as he continues.

Kakyoin seems peeved that you’ve called Jotaro’s name and not his, though you’re too invested in other matters to notice. He makes it known to you by side-stepping out of the boundaries of your legs and rushing to your face. He grasps the softness of your neck, using the jutting of your jaw to turn your face towards his before shutting you up with a swift kiss. You’re surprised at the urgency of it, melting with the combination of Jotaro’s sensations and Kakyoin’s tongue lining your lips.

Though you have no idea how to handle the feelings that bombard you from all angles, you do. And for the first time, you allow yourself to truly enjoy it. Jotaro discovers what you like through trial and error, working through your preferences and paying attention to the moans that Kakyoin swallows.

There’s no way this can go on forever, but you want it to.

Kakyoin doesn’t, though. He breaks the kiss sensitively, pointing it with a peck. You breathe heavily, finally able to take a full lung’s worth of air.

“Hey, Jojo,” he interjects, making eye contact but not stopping the rolling and twisting of his tongue. Kakyoin works to unbuckle his slacks, reaching in between the zipper to release his cock from the constraint. You can only assume what he’s doing, raised too high in the air to see.

Jotaro seems to get the hint, pausing to wipe the slickness from his chin with the back of his hand. The light sucking noise makes you self-conscious, but the implication makes you clench your fist. You feel the tension in your muscles ease with the break, though blood pools in your pussy and makes it feel tight with lust.

You scramble to handle yourself as Hierophant's tentacles flip you, your eyes forced to look at the floor. You realize how high in the air you are, then, and panic a little with the height. If you were to fall, if your trust were to be broken, there’s no doubt you’d at least have some bruises.

Kakyoin is quick to comfort you, rising on his own accord to tenderly run his hand down the length of your back. You turn your neck to see Kakyoin’s smile.

“Good,” he praises. “Just roll with it.”

You blink with the sound of praise for you on Kakyoin’s lips. You never knew just how desperately you needed it.

“Can you do something for me?” Kakyoin asks, stroking the length of your hair.

You hesitate before answering. “I can try, I, um…”

Kakyoin ruffles your hair before soaring higher into position, mounds of Hierophant’s tentacles supporting him as he seats himself in front of you. You’re confronted with the affronting sight of his hard cock as he holds it in front of your face, your eyes widening at the suddenness. You’ve heard about how penises look and feel, but now that a real one takes up the majority of your perspective you’re forced to ask yourself how you’re supposed to fit that anywhere.

Kakyoin holds the base of it and angles it towards your mouth, the spongy head wide and strangely inviting with a pinkish blush.

“I… I don’t know how…” you confess, eyes locked on the member in front of you.

“You’ll learn,” Kakyoin reassures, cupping your cheek with a kind palm. Your nervousness falls wayside to Kakyoin’s benevolence.

You decide you can trust him, and offer your tongue for him to prod his head with. He sighs with the warmth and the plushness of it, pushing himself further into your mouth inch by inch. You keep yourself calm, until a pair of brawny hands grips the flesh of your thighs.

Jotaro can’t help himself, even though you’re too high into the air to get at you himself, resorting to using Star Platinum in his stead. A warm, tingling sensation winds it way through your abdomen with an unhurried lick of your pussy, finally settling on your clit and sucking gently. You feel yourself tighten into it, whelping into the meat of Kakyoin’s cock. He soothes you with a gentle stroke of your cheek with his thumb, dragging across the bulge of his cock underneath.

He hums in approval before sliding out from between your lips, only to delve back in slowly. He pushes your limits, prodding the back of your throat; your throat shuts closed with the intrusion, making you choke. He pulls out and lets you spit out your frustrations, looking down at you with a smug-looking smile.

“Sorry,” he says, though it’s not genuine. “You just look so sweet with my cock in your mouth.”

His vulgarity brings an intense blush to your cheeks, heating already feverish skin. The knot in your gut gradually becomes looser and looser as Kakyoin works at your mouth and Star Platinum hits all the sweet spots that Jotaro has become intimately familiar with. Kakyoin finds a steady rhythm, respecting your limits but tempting the boundaries every so often. You find it easier to relax your throat every time he digs his head into the back of it.

Jotaro takes in the sight, tugging his slacks free from the constraint of his belts. You hear the jingling of metal and the sound of a zipper, but all you can see is the tufts of ginger hair that decorate Kakyoin’s groin. Jotaro strokes himself, enjoying the feeling and taste of your pussy on his lips through the connection with his stand.

Kakyoin grunts a gravelly sigh, his hand drifting from your cheek to the back of your head. He keeps your head still with a fist of hair pulling at your scalp, driving himself into your mouth. You force your tongue to lay flat across your bottom row of teeth, despite your primal instincts telling you to do otherwise. Your trust in Kakyoin is absolute as he chokes off your breathing with his cock, the sensation alarming as you realize you can’t take in air through your nose. He thrusts once… twice… before withdrawing in mercy. You suppress a gag and leave his head perched across your lip, sloppy strands of saliva dripping onto Hierophant’s tendrils beneath you as your heaving breath casts them away.

“Kak,” Jotaro says lowly. “C’mon.”

Kakyoin seems to understand, though you don’t. He reluctantly releases your head and begins to descend towards the ground, but not before placing a delicate kiss on your forehead.

“That’s good. Let’s see the rest, hm?” he whispers into your hairline.

You steady yourself as you’re lowered to the floor, reaching out for something tangible. Jotaro fills the void, holding you against him with an authoritative wrap of his arm across your body. Your eyes catch on the flesh that peeks from the frame of Jotaro’s zipper, your eyes widening at the size of it. You hope he doesn’t try to fit that down your throat, seeing as you could barely handle Kakyoin’s and Jotaro’s is even bulkier and longer.

Jotaro has other plans. He guides you to the edge of the bed where he sits, bringing you into his lap. Your legs feel weak, your thighs straddling him as you rely on him to support your weight. He takes advantage of your obedience, gripping the hollow of where your thighs meet your hips. He lowers your pussy against the length of his shaft, enjoying the compliance that you’re helpless to alter. He clenches his jaw as he pushes and pulls your hips into a rolling rhythm, slicking his cock with your wetness. You’re rendered thoughtless, only able to express yourself in airy moans as you support yourself by wrapping your arms around Jotaro’s neck.

An invisible finger startles you, nudging against your clit with a daring circling motion. Jotaro grins as you cry out, digging his fingers into your flesh relentlessly.

Jotaro isn’t one to waste time nor mince words, using Star Platinum to lift you up. You were concerned about fitting him in your mouth, but as he presses the broadness of his head against your entrance, you’re affronted by the possibility that he simply can’t fit. You utter hesitancy into the crook of his neck, but it goes unheeded. He pierces you unsympathetically, driving himself into the warmth and wetness with a hiss escaping between his lips. You dig your fingers into the muscles of Jotaro’s back, fingernails scratching in an act of desperation, his fullness filling you indecently.

“Shh…” Jotaro hushes you into your ear, his hand cupping your ass as he finally stills. “You’re doing just fine.”

His growling voice is hot against your ear, easing you into the wholeness that presses the limits of your body. The aching and stinging make way for the beginnings of pleasure. In an unusual act of lenity, he dots your neck with small pecks, tickling you and almost distracting you from the stretching of your insides.

The kindness doesn’t last long, as he guides you up and over the barrier of disinclination, driving into you as you cry out. He silences you with two of Star Platinum’s fingers thrust between your lips, peeling into your tongue and pressing you into wordless groans. You suck on them to prevent drool from pooling under your tongue, closing your lips around the bulk of them.

As you desperately struggle against your inner motivations, Hierophant winds a consoling tendril around you, starting at your wrist and settling around your neck. It holds you in place as Jotaro has his way, each thrust marked by a breathy grunt resounding in your ear. As it presses into your neck ever so gently, you realize Kakyoin is reminding you that he’s there, as if you could ever forget. As if he’s worried he’s been cast aside, Hierophant winds its way around the roundness of your breast and flicks a textured bud around your clit. Your eyes clench shut with the stimulation, your thighs quivering and weak, supported by the strength of Jotaro’s insistence.

You wish he would slow down or at least show some consideration for your cervix, but you’re rendered helpless with Star Platinum’s fingers choking off whatever words you could hope to muster and Hierophant restraining your body. There’s something to be said for giving yourself completely to them, though, as you allow yourself to fall victim to the twinge of pleasure that aches in your gut. Jotaro grins as he senses your divulgence, your inability to hide just how much you’re loving this endearing to him. You focus on the hollow slapping noises that reverberate against the walls of the room, almost echoing in your florid ears.

“What were you saying about sharing, Jojo?” Kakyoin jeers from behind you.

Jotaro scoffs, the sound of it distinct from his other grunts and groans. He relents, giving a few final thrusts before sliding out of you unceremoniously. You squeal with the sudden emptiness, your pussy overweening from the friction. His sticky cock bounces against his abdomen, marking his navel with your slickness.

Kakyoin would like to give you a moment of respite, but he’s too drunk with the sight of your pussy, eager and waiting. He angles his cock to jut into your entrance, giving you only a moment to prepare before sliding in. He pulls out only after driving himself flush with you, his balls even with your body. You bite the fingers in your mouth as you adapt to the length, Kakyoin’s movements much kinder than Jotaro’s. You close your eyes as he grasps your hips, your lips not doing much to contain the spit that peers from the corner of your mouth.

Though Kakyoin may be slower, he’s more thorough, driving into you with the entirety of his length before thrusting into you again and again. Your hands find Jotaro’s chest, gripping the hardness of it until he chuckles with the pressure and the look on your face. Hierophant relents, sensing the soreness that its tendrils leave lingering under your skin. You relinquish yourself into Jotaro’s chest, his arms coming to embrace you and hold you still, giving Kakyoin leverage. The change of angle hits new tender spots inside of you that make you kick your feet into the mattress in gratification.

“I think she’s enjoying herself,” Jotaro muses, broad fingers combing your hair out of his face as you nuzzle into his neck. The humor doesn’t go unnoticed.

Kakyoin only chuckles as he continues, unrelenting. You slide your hands onto the sheets, gripping them into a mass in your fist. Jotaro hums, stroking your sides and feeling the hollow of your spine, stabilizing you against the repeated jerking of your body with Kakyoin’s pounding. The wet slapping of his thighs against yours rings in your ears, the stimulation deep inside you driving you crazy. You never thought sex would feel this good.

“This isn’t exactly fair,” Jotaro gripes, his bitching making Kakyoin roll his eyes.

He’s not wrong, though.

Kakyoin takes his time sliding out; you’re grateful for the gentleness considering you need to prepare for the absence. Your chest is pried from Jotaro’s, Hierophant raising your torso once again to align you with Jotaro. Jotaro must’ve taken the hint from your pleasurable moans as Kakyoin fucked you, penetrating you slowly and giving you ample time to adjust to his girth.

A wet stickiness drips from above onto your asshole, earning a high-pitched squeal from the back of your throat. It’s not spit; it’s too cold. Instead, Hierophant leaks gobs of green from one of its tentacles. You shudder with the feeling, the coldness dripping onto Jotaro’s cock as he pushes it inside you. It’s incredibly slick, almost like silicone.

You don’t expect the tingling sensation the stickiness brings with it, hectic static winding its way through your insides. It only intensifies the satisfaction of Jotaro drilling into you.

“Stay relaxed, kitten,” Kakyoin murmurs behind you, his instructions causing you more alarm than salvation. Relax? As if you even could, sweat dotting your hairline and pooling in the hollow between your belly and Jotaro’s.

He presses his thumb into the first ring of muscle, slicked by Hierophant’s lubrication. You yelp with the insertion, clamping down involuntarily on both foreign bodies that invade your body.

“Hey, hey,” Jotaro soothes from under you. “Be good and relax.”

You mewl in response, clawing at the muscle of Jotaro’s shoulder. He slows his fucking leniently, permitting you to take in what Kakyoin gives you. He drives his thumb in deeper, his other hand shifting the plumpness of your ass to get a better view. Your hand finds Jotaro’s head, gripping his hair in a loose fist. He grins at that, letting you pull on it as hard as you need.

Kakyoin relaxes you enough to slide out his thumb and replace it with his index and middle fingers. You clench your jaw in response, but suddenly your attention is diverted as Jotaro ruts into you, the pleasure distracting you from the alien feeling of fingers in your ass.

He starts pumping his fingers into you with an easy rhythm, almost matching that of Jotaro. You open your eyes just long enough to see Jotaro grinning proudly, your eyes locked on the sight of your fist entwined with the black curls of his air.

“I think she’s ready,” Jotaro’s brow raises as he sees your irises peek from behind your eyelids. Your eyes widen at the assertion, though you can say nothing as Kakyoin snickers and Jotaro flashes his teeth in a predatory grin.

“H-hey!” you cry out as you feel Kakyoin’s cock press against your hole, trying to crane your neck to meet his gaze, but Jotaro’s strong hand grabs your jaw to keep your face focused on his.

“You’re doing such a good job,” Kakyoin reassures. “I know you can take it.”

Can you? You hesitate to feel so confident, already exhausted by their treatment of you. You’re not sure how much more you can handle, but the decision is already made for you as Kakyoin inches inside with a breath escaping between his teeth.

You force yourself to relax, pleasantly surprised to find that it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Jotaro notices the lustful grin that crosses your lips and drags his fingers across it. You look down at him, embarrassed that he caught you so uninhibited.

Kakyoin grabs your hips as he and Hierophant’s tendrils start to rock you into a rhythm. Jotaro watches your face carefully, relishing in the expression as you adjust away from the tension and start to lose yourself to the pleasure that assaults you from all angles.

Jotaro drops his hands to rest them on your thighs, curling under the hem of your thigh highs. The pressure on your jaw is replaced by an intangible force, craning your head upwards and away from Jotaro. Something slaps against your lips, the sensation familiar though you disbelieve what you’re feeling.

“Go on,” Jotaro asserts. “You know the drill.”

So it is what you feared it was. It’s strange feeling the head of a cock usher itself between your lips when you can’t see it, but you trust Jotaro just enough to maintain what’s left of your composure. You open your mouth to welcome the assertive tip between your lips, but you’re menaced by the sheer size of it. This must be Star Platinum, you think, the size understandable after becoming increasingly familiar with the broadness of his chest and hands. Your jaw stretches to accommodate, your tongue forced into the back of your mouth. The stand doesn’t seem to mind the grating of your teeth, considering it’s impossible to fit him in without at least some contact.

Jotaro sees you through Star Platinum’s eyes, chuckling at the sight of your clenched eyes dotted by tears at the corners. The stand cups the back of your head and pushes you as far down on the girth as you can go, your throat vibrating with the desperate cry as spit leaks onto Jotaro’s chest below. You feel like an object, being used by two men you never thought would even give you the time of day, and some intangible beings that they promise you are there. You’re in no place to deny their existence, considering one of their cocks is in your mouth and the other suspends you between what must be the most vigorous fucking you can handle.

At least, that’s what you think.

“You like being filled by us?” Jotaro asks over Kakyoin’s huffing and groaning.

You give a useless groan from your belly, your mouth currently stuffed by an inhumanly large cock, pressing your limits and not heeding to them. Jotaro moans, the feeling of the vibrations of your whining reverberating through his own cock. He squeezes your thighs to ground you as Star Platinum withdraws, much to your delight as you can finally catch a breath. A part of you misses it though, licking your lips to collect the saliva that slicks across your lips.

Jotaro and Kakyoin muddle among themselves about something you can’t discern as Hierophant lowers you back onto Jotaro’s chest. The sweat and spit that lingers there slathers onto your chest, heating and thickening it.

You melt into him, your lips dragging across his collar bone. He wraps his arms around you again, holding you close. They slow their pace gradually; you’re not sure if you’re more grateful for the break or ready to take the reigns yourself and set the pace.

“I know you want more,” Jotaro drawls close to your ear. “So take it, alright?”

Take what? What more is there to take? You’re already stuffed to the brim, what else could they possibly want from you?

Your musing is interrupted by a dull thickness prodding at the entrance of your pussy against Jotaro’s cock, slicked by your spit and Hierophant’s lube. You crane your neck to make desperate eye contact with Jotaro, begging an answer and a solution from him. He merely tuts, his hands rubbing your sides in a pushy embrace.

You gather the muscle of Jotaro’s shoulder between your teeth and suck, crying out with the feeling of Star Platinum’s cock run flush with Jotaro’s as it pries its way into your pussy. It burns, oh God… it burns and stretches you beyond any reasonable expectation. Only because of Hierophant’s lubrication is this even a possibility.

Jotaro yanks your lips off of his shoulder with a taut pull of your hair, instead taking them against his own. You rely on him to support you and kiss you, muting your choked groans with his lips and tongue.

Somehow, Star Platinum fits, much to the amusement of Kakyoin who has a front-row view. The way you stretch and writhe intensely erotic. As Star Platinum grinds a pulse into you, you roll your eyes and astonish yourself with how good it feels to have your limits not just tested, but blown past without any regard. You break the kiss with Jotaro to nuzzle into his neck, your hot breath flowing across his skin with each huff of your moans.

“F--fuck,” you utter, the bulkiness of Star Platinum’s cock rutting against your cervix.

“I didn’t think you knew such a dirty word,” Jotaro hums with a lilt. He’s mocking you, you know it, but you’re not in any position to do anything about it.

“What other dirty words do you know?” Kakyoin chimes, beginning to pick up his pace again considering you seem to be dealing with Star Platinum quite well.

You hide your face in the comfort of Jotaro’s shoulder. They laugh smugly, the noise bringing you back to reality aside from the pumping of three cocks.

“Let’s find out,” Kakyoin continues when you don’t answer, introducing the tip of Hierophant’s cock alongside his own. You groan and curl your toes in anticipation.

“You want it?” Kakyoin teases, his tone lower and more insidious than you’ve heard before. You whine, not daring to look away from the safety of Jotaro’s neck.

Jotaro sneers, gripping the back of your neck and slicking the sweat there. “It’s not polite to leave questions unanswered.”

The truth behind your desires is too affronting with your personal values. You can’t muster the gusto to say anything, and instead nod fervently against Jotaro.

Kakyoin snickers, goading you with a thrust that you desperately wanted. “What do you want?”

You let out an indignant whine in response. Jotaro pats your sides, insistent, as he and Star Platinum slow their pace. You grind your hips back, but Jotaro holds you firm.

“Didn’t quite hear that.”

Your whining becomes irate, raising your chest off of Jotaro’s to look down at him irefully. His expression frustrates you, the sweat on his forehead accentuating the raise of his brows.

“You look cute when you’re pissed off,” Jotaro derides. Kakyoin wants to see for himself, his hand cupping your jaw to turn your face towards him. You grit your teeth at him, though your eyes cry out for anything at all that he’ll give you.

“You’re right,” Kakyoin grins, the look of it only making you more frustrated.

“Please, stop…” you manage to utter with Kakyoin’s firm grasp on your jaw, pinching your cheeks inwards.

“Stop what?” he tilts his head.

You grumble something under your breath.

“Hm?”

“Please, stop… teasing me,” you spit, breathing with the relief of getting the desire off of your shoulders. You’re infuriated further as they chuckle, Kakyoin’s laugh much more enthusiastic than Jotaro’s.

“All you have to do is say it,” Kakyoin insists. “Tell me what you want.”

You force the lump in your throat to lessen, making way for coherence. “Hierophant… please…”

Kakyoin thrums in approval as he releases your jaw, allowing you to return your gaze to Jotaro’s icy coolness.

“What about Hierophant?” Kakyoin ribs.

You almost scream, pursing your lips to suppress the urge. It wasn’t enough for them? What would be?

“Please… just put it in,” you finally manage to seethe.

Kakyoin grins at the way he can twist you from your innocence, no matter how desperately you clung to it. He awards you with a shallow prodding of Hierophant’s tip, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. You think for a moment that he’ll plunge deeper, but when he holds back, you whine in encouragement.

Your breath catches in your throat as Kakyoin wraps his fingers around your neck, long and stately. He careens your back into an arch, grinding their members against you with a new angle.

“Kak… Kakyoin…” you snivel, your voice groveling as his fingers presses into the softness of your carotid.

“Tell me how bad you want it, you fucking slut,” his abrasiveness startles you, though Jotaro seems amused as his chest bobs with a chuckle.

“I-- I need it! Please-- Ah… Just fuck me!” you bawl, your fist pounding into the meat of Jotaro’s chest. He responds by grabbing your fist with burning fingers and yanking your weight out from under you, Kakyoin releasing your neck as Jotaro pulls you flush with his chest. You don’t have time to relax, Kakyoin making quick work of you with a slap of your ass.

You bite down on the thickness of Jotaro’s chest that you find between your teeth as Hierophant cruelly plunges into you with no hesitation. You’re stretched and gouged, the boundaries of your body tested in the most delicious way. Jotaro picks up where he left off, grinding his cock into your waiting heat. He says something to Kakyoin, but you’re too overcome by your body finally being used as it was always meant to be.

More of Hierophant’s slurry leaks onto your holes and makes a mess of the sheets. You utter jibberish into Jotaro’s chest, the only discernible syllables the desperate calling of both of their names. Jotaro holds your lower back in place, applying pressure onto your mound to grind your clit against the coarse skin of his groin. You dig your fingers into Jotaro’s hair, his forbearing nonchalance infuriating despite alluring you to test it and bring some reaction from him.

You can feel your gut twisting as they pound into you with a chugging rhythm. Kakyoin’s fingers dig into your hips, recoiling you into their thrusts to push their cocks even deeper in. You can feel drool escape the corner of your mouth as it slacks agape, but you don’t care to maintain any shred of dignity you have left. Jotaro grasps the nape of your neck forcefully, prying your face from his chest and sealing his lips on your own once more. You never took Jotaro for a kisser, but you’re glad he is; his lips are softer than they look, and you’re beginning to get addicted to the smokey taste of his mouth.

He smiles into the kiss as you whimper and cry, the stimulation overbearing and all-consuming. You grasp at anything your hands can reach, though it does little to settle your nerves. The tingling sensation that Hierophant provides drives you close to insanity as they have their way with you, your whimpers gradually shifting to heated moans. Jotaro releases your lips to let the sound of them reverberate, much to Kakyoin’s delight.

He rewards your obscenity with an increase in pace, Jotaro following suit. You feel something bubbling inside your pelvis against your will, the tension of it pitching your voice. You claw your fingers into the flesh of Jotaro’s shoulders, your breasts bouncing with each deep thrust that they drive into you. Each time one of their heads bumps into a new ridge inside you, you struggle to contain the bursting of an aching throbbing in your gut.

You don’t believe it, and you’re not entirely sure that what you’re feeling is what you’re supposed to feel, but your head hangs loosely on your craned neck as the aching in your gut flickers into a flame. You choke back a startled whine, your face heating and your legs feeling weak. Jotaro grasps your forearms to steady your weight. Your eyes are closed, but you can practically see Jotaro’s smug expression as he grunts in approval. Kakyoin ruts into your heaving form, stray strands of red hair appearing maroon as his sweat slicks it against his forehead. They push and push against the increasing tightness inside you, almost slipping out of you with the resistance. You can finally release a disgruntled, shivering sigh as you feel your insides relax despite the incessant pounding.

“She just came, didn’t she? I felt it,” Jotaro chides, his voice wispy with the marks of exhaustion. The sound of it renews you, your head spinning.

“I think so. Did you cum, (Y/N)?” Kakyoin asks, almost too out of breath to do so.

You groan in agreement, finally collapsing onto Jotaro’s chest with exhausted muscles singeing deeply against your bones.

“Man, you’re a freak, huh? Always the innocent, cute ones…” Jotaro slurs, sliding his fingers into your mouth. He scissors them on your tongue, filling the last hole you have.

You suppose that if you’re loving this so much, you must be. You feel like you were made for this, your insides contouring to their demands. Kakyoin is too curious to let that comment go.

“You’re a freak, (Y/N)?” Kakyoin pries, his cock buried inside you with a particularly thorough thrust.

You find it within yourself to form words, despite the mumbling caused by Jotaro’s fingers. “N… no…”

“You sure?” Kakyoin asks as he slaps the heel of his hand against your ass. You yelp with the pain, only for one of Hierophant’s tentacles to slither up to the point of impact and rub it soothingly. Even when he tries to be someone he isn’t, his true nature shines through. Perhaps he’s trying to mimic Jotaro and his stoic dominance, feeling inferior. Either way, you reach up to stroke the tendril in an act of gratitude with trembling fingers.

“C’mon, say it,” Jotaro goads, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and slathering the spit on your cheek. The coolness it brings you is unexpectedly appreciated. “Say you’re a freak.”

Jotaro pinches your cheeks with his hand as you lose yourself again, overcome by a second wave of pressure that clamps your insides. You groan, the sound distorted by Jotaro’s mangling of the plushness of your cheeks. It’s music to their ears. As you relax once more, you’re confronted by the unceasing rhythm that tempts you back towards release. Orgasming like this, one after another, tempts the brink of your sanity and your internal locus of control.

“Fucking say it,” Jotaro commands, his tone more dogged as he fights the gasp in his breath.

“I--I’m…” you start but can’t finish, Jotaro’s fingers curling against the bottom row of your teeth in your silence. He jostles your jaw before releasing, spit dribbling down your chin.

“Try again.”

“I’m… a freak,” you finally manage, the sound of the words in your voice foreign and oversexed. You’re glad you managed it though, rewarded by pats on the small of your back by Kakyoin and a throaty groan from Jotaro.

“Yeah, you fucking are…” Kakyoin groans. His thumbs dig into your flesh, his thighs burning with lactic acid.

Jotaro huffs, his chest heaving. Sweat dots the hollows of his muscles, darkening the light purple fabric of his tank top in spots. His pace quickens, and with it Star Platinum’s, and you grin at the sensation of his balls slapping into you. They’re both so deep, grinding against your human limits perpetually.

“Shit…” Jotaro gasps. “I’m gonna cum…”

Jotaro abruptly brings your chest to his with a slap, his arms wrapping around you almost too tightly. He jerks into you with no restraint or consideration, his hot bursts of breath sending stray strands of your hair away from his lips. You feel more like a toy than anything else as he uses you to his full necessity. Your breath is almost knocked out of you; you’re not sure if it’s because of Jotaro’s incredible grasp on your rib cage, or the thought of Jotaro cumming inside you.

His teeth dig into the muscle of your neck, earning a squeal from your diaphragm. As he clamps down, you feel it-- oh God, do you feel it.

Jotaro cums first, ropes of it spurting inside your well-used pussy. You revel in the warmth and profanity of the sensation as he juts his hips against you with erratic pulses. You’re not prepared, however, for the onslaught that is Star Platinum’s orgasm. In every way that Hierophant sent static through your veins, Star Platinum’s cum feels like black matter and stardust. It spills out of you despite the filling of your pussy, the sheer volume of it simply too much to contain. Jotaro reels with the sensation of what’s essentially two orgasms at once, milking his and his stand’s cocks as best as he can against the walls of your pussy. Jotaro finally releases his embrace and the hold of your flesh between his teeth, the entirety of his weight falling onto the mattress. You look down at his parted lips and lazy closed eyes, the mixture of their cum spilling over his balls and onto the blanket below.

Kakyoin rolls his lips between his teeth, sinking himself and Hierophant as deep into your ass as he can manage. He focuses the tightness of the ring of muscle at the base of his cock, pushing himself through it with the rolling of his hips. You wish you could see his expression, but his noises are just as sweet; they’re breathy and… pretty. It’s the only word you can think of to describe the utterances that leave his lips, broken up by heaving exhales.

The sensation of cum in your ass is less prominent, but still fills you with a sense of warmth and wholeness. Kakyoin’s cum combines with Hierophant’s, the feeling of it electrifying you from deep inside. You writhe and twist as your guts tingle, the mixture contained only by the expanse of space available with the usage of your hole.

Kakyoin’s orgasm is more finite than Jotaro’s, ceasing his thrusting after only a few jerks. He’s exhausted and overworked as he allows himself to collapse onto your back, his cheek pressed into the space between your shoulder blades. The new angle forces his still-hard cock out of your ass, spilling voluminous gobs of cum out to drip down onto Jotaro’s cock and pooling on his balls. Hierophant dissipates as opposed to withdrawing, your abused hole shrinking in relief.

The three of you stay like this for a moment, catching your breaths and sweltering in the heat between you. Your muscles twitch involuntarily, sending additional straggling strings of cum onto the blanket.

You find yourself being raised again, up and off of Jotaro and Star Platinum’s softening cocks. You’re accustomed to the way Hierophant twists around you and supports your weight excellently, gently craning your neck to allow Kakyoin to place beneficent pecks there. Jotaro offers his gratitude in his own way, his hands barely raising to stroke the delicate skin of the inside of your forearm. You’re sandwiched between their chests, then, as they heave and drip with the scent of sex.

“Kak,” Jotaro can barely manage to utter. He doesn’t need to continue, Kakyoin getting the hint.

Jotaro can finally fill his lungs fully with air as Kakyoin’s weight releases from his chest. He flops onto the bed next to you, the mattress shaking with the shifting of his body. Hierophant suspends you quickly after, bringing your spent body close to his. You giggle with the tenderness of Hierophant’s tendrils, beginning to genuinely enjoy the way it wraps around you and moves you with its will.

Your arm crosses Kakyoin’s chest as you nuzzle your head into the softness of the inside of his shoulder. None of you pay the mess you’ve made any mind, finding solace in the quietness that only gasping breaths can bring. Kakyoin’s hand molds to the contour of your side, holding you close to him.

Jotaro is less inclined towards such affection, instead jutting his shoulder against your upper back. He wants a cigarette or a beer more than anything at the moment, brushing sweat-slicked curls of hair from his forehead.

You finally have a chance to consider the ridiculousness of the situation you find yourself in, as well as the soreness that’s dulled by Hierophant and Star Platinum’s pleasantly magnetized fluids. A chance to breathe and think, something you’d taken for granted before this, brings you back to yourself. Jotaro and Kakyoin must agree, considering the silence between the three of you as you steady your breaths and allow your blood to cool.

Star Platinum’s careful fingers clear your face from scraggly hair. You smile; if Jotaro was too proud to show you affection himself, Star Platinum seemed more than happy to fill in.

You almost fall asleep with the amount of time that you stay like that, the slurry between your legs cooling and even stickier than before. You’re snapped out of it by Kakyoin’s voice, quiet and tender.

“Wanna get cleaned up?”

You blink at the proposition, the idea of a shower quite attractive in that moment as you find yourself drenched with sweat and doused with stickiness. Kakyoin nuzzles into your hair as you nod, the sweet smell of your sweat closing his eyes.

You don’t have to worry about supporting your weight, considering you have four very capable assistants helping you into the shower. The hot water might as well be holy water, absolving you of your sins and soreness. You support yourself in Jotaro’s sturdy embrace as Kakyoin runs the water over you, introducing a rose-scented soap that reminds you of country gardens. He runs a soft cloth across your chest, bubbles whisked away by the stream of the shower.

“She did so wonderfully, didn’t she, Jotaro?” Kakyoin mewls against the sound of the water battering the shower tile.

“I suppose,” Jotaro groans from behind you, his hands running down your inner thighs.

“C’mon, give her what she deserves,” Kakyoin asserts, sudsing your hair and massaging your scalp.

Jotaro swallows back a snarky one-liner about how he just spent the last hour and a half giving you what you deserve. He scoffs instead. “Yeah, you take dick like a champ.”

Kakyoin tsks, obviously finding Jotaro’s comment disagreeable. You take what you can get though, smiling with the sentiment. The clear-headedness that Jotaro gains from post-orgasm seems to have tightened his lips back to his usual reticent diction.

Star Platinum rinses your hair of the shampoo, keeping it out of your eyes. You close your eyes into the heat of the water and the surprising delicateness of Star Platinum’s ministrations, careful not to snag and tug your hair.

Jotaro’s hesitancy seems limited only to his words, his hands snaking around your leg to cup the soreness between them. You lurch forward onto Kakyoin’s chest, the stinging of the pressure of his fingers throwing a whine from your diaphragm. The noise brings Jotaro’s lips to your neck to sink his teeth into the sensitivity there. Kakyoin scolds him, but Jotaro is obviously unimpeded, his stubborn nature urging him to do exactly what he tells him not to do.

“It’s… it’s alright…” you utter, the stream of water muddling your words almost inaudible. Kakyoin meets Jotaro’s prowling graze, his eyebrow twitching in thought.

“Ah…” Kakyoin brushes wet hair from your face and kisses your forehead. “In that case…”

Jotaro ruts his hips against the small of your back, the hardness running across the hollow of your spine surprising. There’s no way he’s hard already, right?

He holds his shaft by the base and slaps the head against the softness of your ass to assert that yes, he is. His eyelashes balance drops of shower water as he closes his eyes, rocking into you with a roll of his hips. You grind your clit into Jotaro’s hand, the pleasure mixing with pain in a delicious cocktail, inebriating you once more.

Kakyoin brings your lips to his with a suggestive thumb on your chin. He gropes your breast, gently pinching the nipple into hardness before taking the mound of it into his palm.

“I think she deserves a reward for being so lovely for us,” Kakyoin hums into your waiting lips after breaking the kiss for just a moment.

You feel Jotaro growl into your shoulder, his tongue ribbing the indents of his teeth in your skin. He says nothing, his body doing all the speaking necessary. His finger loops around your clitoris, heated by blood and the water running down it. Kakyoin slings the cloth across your bare shoulder, freeing his other hand to slide a purposeful thumb across your lips before insisting its entrance between them.

You stabilize yourself with your palms against Kakyoin’s chest. Hierophant winds its way onto your arms, pressing your weight further onto him.

You think they’d better hurry before the water runs cold.

They don’t, the chippy midi tune from the television reverberating through the sounds of heated whines and grunts. The 'pause' menu flashes in a rhythm, too slow to match the pace of their fucking, awaiting your deferred return. It can wait, though, as you play a different game, one that you find much, much more satisfying to win.

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Threesome - F/M/M

Standcest (JoJo)

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Double Penetration in Two Holes

Loss of Innocence

First Time Blow Jobs

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Making Out

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