Hello all! It’s been a while. As you most likely know, Dumblr–I mean, Tumblr, is banning all NSFW / R18 / adult content on Dec. 17th. Somehow this blog is still up…
Anyway, most of these fics can be found on my AO3 > here, but I am also backing everything up to Google Drive. The link can be found on my twitter > here, and over the course of the next few days I’ll be moving all of jojorarepair’s fics to ensure they’re safe from the purge.
If anything does happen to get flagged and removed before I finish or before Dec. 17th, fear not! Last resort is getting on my slow-and-old-af laptop and uploading any lost fics to the drive from there. I don’t have access to the files at the moment because this is a brand new desktop with no Jojo fics on it (yet).
Thank you! Also, I apologize again for leaving 100ish of your asks un-answered. Vento anime has rekindled my Jojo heart, and maybe in the future between my two jobs I might sit down and get to them. I’m not taking screenshots of answered asks, but for those of you who never got your asks answered, I HAVE taken screenshots & saved them for the future.
Take care and see y’all on the flip side!! Follow me on twitter if you want to catch up, I’m insanely active on there.
P.S. CHUMIMIISTA is my new main web handle, so don’t worry when you see my published works under that name!
Hello all! It’s been a while. As you most likely know, Dumblr--I mean, Tumblr, is banning all NSFW / R18 / adult content on Dec. 17th. Somehow this blog is still up...
Anyway, most of these fics can be found on my AO3 > here, but I am also backing everything up to Google Drive. The link can be found on my twitter > here, and over the course of the next few days I’ll be moving all of jojorarepair’s fics to ensure they’re safe from the purge.
If anything does happen to get flagged and removed before I finish or before Dec. 17th, fear not! Last resort is getting on my slow-and-old-af laptop and uploading any lost fics to the drive from there. I don’t have access to the files at the moment because this is a brand new desktop with no Jojo fics on it (yet).
Thank you! Also, I apologize again for leaving 100ish of your asks un-answered. Vento anime has rekindled my Jojo heart, and maybe in the future between my two jobs I might sit down and get to them. I’m not taking screenshots of answered asks, but for those of you who never got your asks answered, I HAVE taken screenshots & saved them for the future.
Take care and see y’all on the flip side!! Follow me on twitter if you want to catch up, I’m insanely active on there.
P.S. CHUMIMIISTA is my new main web handle, so don’t worry when you see my published works under that name!
i’ve been gone a while, sorry. at this point idk if the jojorarepair blog will be active again before next year. i thought i was getting the hang of things but then tonight i just got sad again all of a sudden and everything feels difficult.
it’s also hard to maintain a workout schedule in addition to work + new longer commute + trying to find a new job that’s closer to my new home. i have so little time and when i write, as of now, i want to work on original stuff. i’ve lost a bit of the flame for writing and in order to get that back and have fun with fanfic again, i think it’s best if i vent-write and focus on original stuff for a little bit.
i’m so sorry i haven’t answered any asks in ages. please understand and forgive me. i need to focus on myself for now but i will come back. my love for jojo and writing rarepairs won’t fade, it’s just stuck right now in a place i can’t access.
hey all! i am back from a wow-wonderfully-fantabulous yaoicon and finally settling into my new home. i got a few things organized but i still have no desk space and it’s uncomfortable writing in bed (i have a futon right now RIP) so once i have a setup for my laptop, i’ll be writing again.
i might try to write some shorter fics for you on my hourly commute to and from work, but i also don’t like to half-ass things which usually happens when i write something short that doesn’t stem from a quick burst of inspiration.
thanks to everyone who has stuck around this long and been patient. worry not, i’m still heavily in the jojo fandom and i don’t intend to leave all these amazing rarepairs alone forever... ;P
hey guys! i’m all moved in, but still settling and got some personal stuff to sort out. i’ll keep you updated but for now the blog is on hiatus. apologies ;;
You're one of my favorite writers in the fandom <3<3<3
;0; oh my gosh you're so sweet!!!! I'm so flattered thank you. A thousand hugs for you anon!! Aaaaaaaaa blush💓💓💓I apologize for the inactivity, btw!!! I'm almost moved out so I'll have something just before yaoicon prob!!! Thank u again anon ;;;;;; made my day
Hi guys! Super sorry for the hiatus, I'm in the process of moving to a new place. I'll try to find time for a fic soon!!! Thank you for being patient and for all your kind messages ;; ALL THE LOV FROM ME TO YOU!
Not requesting anything just want to tell you how much i love the things you write <3 every time you post something i get like. ridiculously excited
oh my gosh!!!! ;;;; you’re so sweet thank you!!!! i’m floored and so flattered aaaaaaaa!! sweet anon, i’ll do my best to keep up more often! thank you so much again athalthalthlth TOO NICE TO ME
i should have another ask done sometime around the weekend, but in the meantime i have completed another birthday fic for a friend :) i hope you all like the yummy dirty goodness that i hath poured into this fic NYOHOHOHOHO! for @carriejack03 ♥
There was someone in his hotel room besides Josuke. Jotaro paused at the door, leaning his ear against it before calling out Star Platinum to stop time. He rushed in, but no one was in the sitting area. He hummed and closed the door before resuming time and walking silently down the hallway. Noises could be heard through the cracked open bedroom door. Jotaro’s skin crawled, heating up with green rage. He kept his distance. Josuke’s voice—moaning.
Jotaro clenched his fists and stopped time once again. He kicked in the door and was mildly shocked: Josuke’s face was buried in a pillow, his ass up in the air where… the older Nijimura brother? Keicho?! –was eating his ass. Jotaro had stopped at prime time, able to see Keicho’s tongue as it entered Josuke’s tight, puckered hole.
Time resumed and he cleared his throat. Josuke gasped and sat up immediately, causing Keicho to fall forward onto the sheets. “A-ah, Jotaro-san, you’re—“
“Back early? I thought you’d say that,” Jotaro said. “Good grief. You wanted to be found like this, didn’t you?”
Josuke batted his lashes, his lips curling into a playful smirk. Jotaro knew him too well. The way his disheveled pomp framed his face, bite marks on his ass and hips left by someone other than Jotaro… He sneered, crossing his arms. Keicho shouldn’t have that grin on his face, Jotaro thought. They were in on it together.
“I see that my cock isn’t enough for you. You’re going to be punished for this, Josuke…”
Jotaro unzipped his pants and walked slowly toward the bed, Star Platinum remaining behind him for security. He didn’t trust the arrow wielder. Jotaro knelt on the bed near the headboard and tucked his boxer-briefs below his balls, catching the look of desire in Josuke’s eyes. Drool gathered at the corner of his lips, licked away by a pretty pink tongue.
He gave himself a few quick pumps, taking in the fact that Keicho had—without permission—resumed eating Josuke’s ass. He never got to see his face like this when he did it, though, so Jotaro was somewhat grateful. Josuke bit his lip, panting lightly with a tongue in his ass and a rising, fat cock in front of his face. His boyish cheeks flushed and he whined impatiently for Jotaro to give him what he wanted.
Jotaro wasn’t one to make him wait, even if he was punishing him. He tapped the tip against Josuke’s cheek, scoffing as he opened his mouth eagerly. So lewd. He teased him a little more before stuffing half his length in Josuke’s mouth. The young teen half-choked, half-moaned as his eyes rolled back. He moistened Jotaro’s cock with his tongue, swirling it around as much as he could before hollowing his cheeks to suck. Jotaro didn’t give him time to breathe, quickly setting a steady pace. Josuke tried his best to breathe out of his nose, feeling the tip touch the back of his throat. He choked again, prompting Jotaro to press in further.
Tears formed in Josuke’s blinking eyes that wearily glanced up at Jotaro. He smirked, quite enjoying how full Josuke’s mouth was with his cock. He looked back at Keicho, watching him swipe his tongue flat over Josuke’s hole. The guttural moan in his uncle’s throat vibrated on his dick, making him grunt. Jotaro watched as Keicho spit on Josuke’s hole, circling around it with his forefinger. The blond delinquent looked into his eyes, waiting. Jotaro pursed his lips but nodded.
Josuke’s teeth grazed along Jotaro’s cock as Keicho pressed in a single finger. Jotaro grabbed him roughly by the hair and yanked him off, satisfied to hear him whine. “No teeth,” he said calmly. Josuke panted, his eyes closed and veins pulsing violently. He moaned low in his throat and nodded. Damn, he looked good when someone was finger-fucking him.
“Finish me off,” Jotaro commanded. Josuke whimpered and wrapped his hand around his nephew’s length, head hazy from being finger-fucked and caught in the act—Jotaro knew he wanted the punishment. Kid thrived on being teased and fucked up beyond repair, and who was he to deny him? The best sex he had with Josuke always ended with him being humiliated and powerless under Jotaro’s body.
The thought made his heart race. He pulled harder on Josuke’s hair, grunting as his uncle’s tongue swiped over the head. Josuke wrapped his mouth around it and sucked tentatively, tasting Jotaro’s precum with an avid thirst. Jotaro groaned, feeling Josuke’s hand move faster. “Gonna cum all over your pretty face,” he said through gritted teeth. Josuke removed Jotaro’s cock from his mouth and opened it wide with his eyes open, glazed over with glassy lust. Jotaro growled, the heat in his belly overwhelming with pressure. He gasped sharply and came all over Josuke’s face, painting over his brows and cheeks with white spatter.
Once he was satisfied with his new painting, Josuke fell forward into his lap. Lips and teeth bit down on the visible skin of his thighs, tingling whenever Josuke moaned. Jotaro looked up to see that Keicho had fit three fingers inside him now. Jotaro ran his nails over Josuke’s back, reaching around on his way up to cup Josuke’s firm pecs. His uncle moaned, writhing beneath their touches. Jotaro pinched his nipples and sent him over the edge. Josuke alternated between crying out both of their names as he blew a heavy load all over the hotel’s fancy Egyptian cotton sheets.
“Mmm, Jotaro-sa—whoa!”
Josuke found himself flipped onto his back. Jotaro started stroking himself again, shucking off his hat as he stared angrily into Josuke’s eyes. “I’m not finished with you yet,” he said. “If you want to be a slut then you’ll be treated as such.”
Josuke blushed down his neck, yelping as Keicho’s balls were suddenly right above his face. He felt Jotaro begin to press inside him and moaned, eyes closing only to snap right back open when scratchy pubic hair tickled his chin. He opened his mouth and happily sucked on Keicho’s balls, heavy and round as they rolled over his tongue. Josuke sucked harder, hearing them pop out of his mouth with a lewd smack. He applied more pressure with the tip of his tongue at the base of Keicho’s cock; it drove the older Nijimura wild and soon Josuke found his mouth stuffed full of another cock.
Keicho’s wasn’t as thick as Jotaro’s but it was fairly long. He choked a bit, but Keicho gave him more leeway than Jotaro had. He moaned around the length, coating it in his spit as Keicho carefully dipped down. It was an awkward angle, but Josuke was thankful for it otherwise he’d be suffocating all over again.
Jotaro pushed his legs up and spread them apart, lifting Josuke’s ass a little off the mattress as he thrust in again. He brushed right up against Josuke’s prostate, making his back arch. He choked on Keicho’s cock again, who had begun to thrust faster. Drool stained down Josuke’s chin, stars clouding his blackened vision with each thrust thereafter. His jaw slackened as he let Keicho face-fuck him, hitting the back of his throat repeatedly. Josuke gagged and clamped his lips down, careful not to graze with his teeth this time. His hands were pinned down by Star Platinum but he was so hard it hurt, and Jotaro just kept hitting his prostate over and over. Josuke choked on Keicho’s cock again, sobbing around it and with the next thrust to his abused prostate he came all over his stomach. Josuke moaned with his throat around Keicho’s cock; the older Nijimura suddenly came in his mouth from the prolonged vibration alone. Josuke coughed a little but managed to swallow most of it, disliking the unfamiliar taste. It wasn’t as good as Jotaro’s.
Jotaro thrust a few more times, grunting as Josuke continued to clench his ass down on his cock. With one final thrust he buried himself deep in Josuke’s ass and came, holding his position until he’d filled his uncle up with all of his seed.
They simultaneously collapsed on either side of Josuke, considerate of his exhaustion. His body shook between the warmth of his large nephew and his friend’s large brother. He exhaled slowly, wiping some spit and dried cum off his face.
“Jotaro-san, I can explain,” he said, voice cracking. He cleared it and tried again but it was much too dry to speak (surprisingly).
“We’ll talk later,” Jotaro said before pulling Josuke into a hug. “You should shower and leave,” he told Keicho.
“Eh? What am I, his sex toy?” Keicho asked.
“Pretty much,” Josuke replied. Keicho scoffed.
“Tch, whatever. Warn me next time.” Keicho rolled off the bed, noticing Josuke check out his back muscles and tight ass as he walked across the room to the bathroom. He turned his head and winked with a sly smirk, making Josuke blush pink.
“But are you really mad, Jotaro-san?” he asked carefully once Keicho was out of earshot.
“No,” Jotaro sighed. “But Keicho is right. A little warning next time might be nice.”
“Next time? That means--?!”
“Good grief. I suppose.”
Jotaro kissed Josuke’s forehead and closed his eyes. It had been a long, long day, and with Keicho currently occupying the shower it was only natural for him to fall asleep. Josuke cuddled up closer, placing a kiss on his neck before they both began to drift in and out of a pleasant resting period.
TYSVM this is a really interesting pair. also thanks for waiting as per usual, guys. a lot of my asks are part 4 charas so i’m trying to switch it up a bit. hope you enjoy this one, anon!!! ♥♥♥
warnings: mild bdsm, dom/sub, dom bottom, modern au
How To Dino-SCORE
Diego wasn’t a terrible roommate: he was clean, paid bills on time (and sometimes early), and relatively quiet. Didn’t like parties. But somewhere along the line Jonathan began to think he was too quiet. There was something his roommate was hiding—he wasn’t allowed in Diego’s room on cleaning days and any other time it was closed and locked. Jonathan was ashamed of himself the one time he actually tried to sneak into Diego’s room and vowed never to do it again. It was wrong, Diego had a right to his privacy.
But if anything baffled him more than his roommate’s secretive nature, it was the monthly packages he received from a kid’s magazine publisher. He came home to a package one evening that… didn’t exactly protect the nature of its contents. Dinosaur themed tape lined the edges of the box and on one side were children in black and white as well as the title of the publisher in big, bold, cartoonish lettering.
Jonathan continued to come home to more and more packages like that. Every month. The only thing that confirmed his suspicions was a gag gift he had to sign for once when Diego was out of the country – a boxed item (that he guessed was a figurine) wrapped in dinosaur themed gift paper and a rude note taped to the front. The gift was from someone named Gyro Zeppeli which was strange because Jonathan thought gyros were food – but he set the package on the table for Diego and noticed immediately how fast his roommate ran with it into his room once he returned.
“Raptors are my favorite,” Jonathan blurted out one evening over dinner. “Dinosaur, I mean.”
Diego choked on his soup. “Excuse me?”
“I mean, I always thought dinosaurs were neat. Mostly herbivores because they were so gentle and, I don’t know, maybe I identify with them? But raptors are cool.”
“I have no idea where this is coming from but can we pretend this conversation never happened?”
“Ah, okay, I won’t press any further. But you don’t have to completely hide yourself from me, Diego. I really do think dinosaurs are cool! I even have an old, beat up metal lunch box with dinosaurs on it.” Diego took a brief look at Jonathan. Was that red on his cheeks? “…Do you wanna see it?”
They left their dinner to get cold. Diego sat comfortably on Jonathan’s pristine carpet, staring at said metal lunch box in awe. Four types of dinosaurs decorated the scratched container: the ever-popular T-Rex, velociraptor, centrosaurus and alamosaurus. Diego ran his thumbs along it and snorted.
“Did you get beat up a lot as a kid?”
“…yeah,” Jonathan admitted.
“No wonder this thing’s so beat up. Why did you keep it?”
Jonathan shrugged. “Sentimental value, I guess.” He rubbed his jaw and looked around his room, desperate to keep the conversation going. “Hey, I think I still have Dino Crisis for Playstation. Wanna play?”
“Fuck yeah!”
That’s how their friendship started. However, Jonathan couldn’t piece together in his mind what led to their current activity in Diego’s room. It really wasn’t just dinosaur nerdiness that he was hiding after all; he had a few toys and things on his nightstand that were quite inappropriate to be out in the open. Diego had brought over company like that before, but he kept them fairly quiet – unless, Jonathan concluded, he brought them over for louder activities when he wasn’t home. (He felt conflicted as to whether he should be grateful or not for that.)
Somehow their bonding landed him flat on his back in Diego’s bed with a collar on and being tugged up by a leash. Diego flashed a grin as he brought Jonathan’s face closer to his. “I like pets, but reptiles don’t approve of leashes,” Diego explained. “And neither of us have a cat or dog. I despise dogs, actually.” Jonathan frowned but kept any comments to himself. “So… you’ll have to be my new pet, Jonathan. Unless, of course, you’d rather not—?”
Jonathan flushed deeply and swallowed. “U-uhm, I,” he stuttered. But he was already getting hard, particularly from the way Diego said his full name like that. Jonathan, not Jojo. He shivered. “Um… yes… I’m okay with it.”
“Good.”
The next thing he knew, Diego’s teeth were biting his lips. He gasped and opened his mouth, eyes wide as he felt a tongue slurping around his, tasting all his teeth. Diego bit down again, making Jonathan shiver. He closed his eyes to submit himself solely to feeling. Diego’s hands ran up his sides, conveniently pushing up his shirt. Fingers tingled over each ab and poked into his bellybutton with a sharp nail. Jonathan whined, hips bucking upward. Diego pulled away, mouth red and covered in spit. He laughed.
“Been a while, Jonathan?”
“Y-yeah.” Jonathan pouted and glanced away. Bad idea. Diego latched his teeth onto the soft skin just below his jawline. Jonathan couldn’t help but moan—he clapped a hand over his mouth to quiet himself. Diego sucked hard on the sensitive area, dragging his teeth down and over the leather collar until he reached the junction where neck met shoulder. He bit down harder into the meat of Jonathan’s muscle, pleased to hear another muffled moan. He pulled on the leash again, shivering at the sound of Jonathan’s choke.
“Don’t hide those pretty little sounds from me,” Diego warned. Jonathan nodded weakly, inhaling sharply as Diego began to play with one of his nipples.
He pinched and twisted them, temporarily abandoning the leash for both sets of fingers. Jonathan’s back arched as he tried desperately to keep his hips in check. Diego had other plans, though, grinding down on Jonathan as seductively as he could. He was already painfully hard from the stimulation to his nipples and Diego’s unrelenting lips. All over his neck and shoulders, then back up to his mouth where he couldn’t get enough of the taste of Jonathan’s tongue, or the blood starting to drip from a cut on his lip courtesy of none other than Diego himself.
“You feel big,” Diego mumbled. “Let’s see it, shall we?”
Jonathan covered his face again and groaned. His cheeks burned as Diego shimmied down his wide thighs, taking his pants down with him. Jonathan took a peek through his fingers, oddly turned on by the hungry look in Diego’s eyes and the way his mouth parted slightly.
“Fuck,” he said. “I want it in me.”
“Oh my god you’re so forward,” Jonathan mumbled. Diego removed Jonathan’s hands from his face and leaned down, smirking. He pulled on the leash to bring Jonathan closer.
“Are you going to be a good big boy and let me ride your cock?”
Jonathan’s throat felt dry all of a sudden. He pursed his lips and nodded shyly.
“Good boy,” Diego growled.
Oh god, Diego is sucking it. Oh god now he’s looking at me—holy shit what is he—?! “Nnh—oh!” Jonathan closed his eyes tight, feeling another tug on the leash. His neck lifted up uncomfortably from the pillow. Diego tutted and that’s when he opened his eyes. “You better watch me prepare myself, Jonathan. I think you’ll enjoy it.” And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he did. Jonathan felt precum at the tip of his cock when, after a few long minutes, Diego could finally fit four fingers in his ass, biting his lip and moaning, purring Jonathan’s name in his deep voice. Sweat rolled down his chin onto Jonathan’s disheveled shirt. Soon both of their pants were discarded onto the floor, though Diego didn’t bother with their tops.
Diego smiled, curling his lips on either side. He pulled on Jonathan’s leash and told him to watch, that he better be watching his cock slide into Diego’s ass or he was going to be punished. Jonathan shivered but kept his eyes pried open. He watched with trembling hands on either side as Diego sat himself down on Jonathan’s lubed dick. Diego hissed; Jonathan’s hand reached for his shoulder but was promptly smacked away.
“Did I say you could touch?” Diego asked.
“No, but—“
“There are no buts. Do as I say, understand?”
“…yes.”
Diego chuckled, cut off halfway by a moan as he filled himself with as much of Jonathan’s cock as he could take. A good portion of the monster-sized, thick base remained exposed to the air. Jonathan exhaled slowly.
It clearly wasn’t Dio’s first time doing this.
“Put your hands on my hips,” he said. Jonathan did as he was told. “Here’s the rules… You’re not allowed to cum before me and if you do, you don’t get to see me cum. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“And another thing – do what I tell you, or you may not get to cum at all.”
“Okay.”
Jonathan blushed a dark red. Diego smiled and kissed the tip of his nose before pulling the leash without warning, choking Jonathan a bit as he lifted his hips and slammed back down. Jonathan tried to hold back a gasp but could not, eyes wide as he kept them on Diego’s face; on his sharp jawline and piercing eyes, his pointed nose guiding his sight downward. Below. Diego wanted to feel like he was above Jonathan in all aspects, even as he rode his huge cock and choked him by the collar as a warning when he squeezed his hips too hard. Diego’s moaning was shameless in comparison to Jonathan’s quiet mewls and soft panting.
He didn’t think he could last long but remembered what Diego said earlier.
Then his shoulders were pushed back and he was down on the bed again. He broke free from Diego’s grip and sat up, gently kissing his throat and chin until he reached Diego’s ear which he teased with his tongue and soft bites. Diego growled, yanking him back down by the leash. Jonathan whimpered, sending a jolt of pleasure straight up his cock. Diego moaned with a low voice, prolonging the sound in Jonathan’s ears. He rolled his hips a little slower and snapped them forward as he came closer to the base ever so slightly. Jonathan whined.
“Good boy,” Diego said. God it sounded good the way he spoke, as shameful as Jonathan felt for being dominated and writhing beneath him. “But I can’t—nngh, there, big boy, yeah—ah! Jonathan!”
Diego fell forward onto Jonathan’s chest, rotating his ass weakly with Jonathan’s cock still poking inside him. “Too tired,” he grumbled. “You have so much stamina. I shouldn’t be surprised you lasted this long, but now… I want you to fuck me from behind into the wall. Right now. You better do it rough, Jonathan, I know how gentle you can be.”
Jonathan tensed as Diego lifted himself completely off. He felt so empty without the warmth of his roommate’s hot, slick ass all around him. Jonathan bit down on his finger as he watched Diego stand, wobbling until he got a grip of the wall and bent forward. Jonathan shivered and got up behind him, lining his cock up with Diego’s gaping red hole.
“Are you—“
“Yes, I’m sure, just stick it in!” Diego barked. Jonathan ignored the leash hanging off his forgotten collar and pressed all the way in just as Diego asked, moaning with his head thrown back. He tried to move slowly but Diego was having none of that and pushed his ass back until most of Jonathan’s length was inside him. A guttural sound reverberated in his throat, reaching Jonathan’s ears. When Diego began to fuck himself on Jonathan’s cock he finally realized he needed to start moving the way Diego asked.
Jonathan roughly grabbed his waist and slammed inside of him. Diego cried out, clenching his fists against the wall. Slapping, sweaty skin moistened the air and drowned out the quiet panting and gentle moans from Jonathan’s own mouth. Everything was so hot around him; Diego took his cock like a pro, his moans a higher pitch when Jonathan thrusted hard into him and hit his prostate. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer this way but tried his best, biting his lip as Diego clenched around him. Without a proper verbal warning Diego’s ass tightened even more around him and his legs began to shake, signaling he’d finally reached climax.
Jonathan let out an audible breath of relief, thrusting a few more times until he pulled out to cum all over Diego’s ass. A few moments after he caught his breath, Diego turned around and pulled Jonathan down by the leash, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. Jonathan embraced him warmly though their teeth clanked and their tongues traded spit quite messily.
After they cleaned up, Jonathan went back to his room and passed out instantly. Diego stayed up to wash his sheets, claiming he couldn’t sleep with the smell of their sweat and precum surrounding him. Jonathan thought he heard him outside of his door in the wee hours of the morning, but sleep reclaimed him before he could investigate.
When he awoke the next day a small dinosaur figure was left in front of his door with a post-it note attached to it. See you tonight, big boy ;) Jonathan blushed, quickly stuffing the note into his pocket. Well now, I’m screwed in this situation, aren’t I?” he thought, making his way to the kitchen to brew some coffee.
Little did he know that he actually was going to be screwed later that night.
Thank you for all the writing you've been doing!! It's really cool how you manage to make even the most wild and unconnected of pairs seem realistic and somewhat natural!! Don't worry about taking time off for personal stuff!! Good luck in life!!! <3<3<3
thank you so much sweet anon ;; i’m glad that i write pairs well enough to be believable! that is my goal!! ♥♥♥ thanks so much for the kind words again, i’m speechless haha :’)
in the meantime here’s a super late bday fic for my good friend kita!!! i love u hun!!! @pixelai8ou ♥♥♥
pairing: 3seph/kakyoin
coffee shop au fluff
Prediction Forecast
The sun was out bright in the sky at eleven o’clock. Kakyoin showered quickly, throwing on his cleanest clothes and glasses before stepping out of his apartment, down the stairs onto the street. He stretched his arms high in the air. A yawn escaped him as he took the curb side of the pavement, nodding good morning to his fellow peers on their way to class. He passed the building where his next study session was, opting to stop by the local café for coffee. It was worlds better than the instant crap his classmates lived off of.
The little bell rang above the door as he entered, and Kakyoin would’ve gone on about his usual business – setting up his laptop to go over notes before getting in line to order – but an unexpectedly loud voice called out, “Welcome!”
That was unusual. He’d been going to that café for over a year and not one of the baristas ever greeted customers on their way in. (Okay, so maybe he visited the café a little too often. Their coffee was really that good! …or so he told himself.)
He put his phone away and glanced up: at the register was a handsome man. Possibly the most handsome man he’d ever seen. Kakyoin was pretty sure his jaw dropped at just how goddamn fine this man was – he’d never seen him there before, and he was a little, ahem, older; definitely too old to be working as a barista. Kakyoin found himself patting down his cheeks to keep the blush away, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop staring.
The new barista was literally a personification of the phrase silver fox. Most of his hair was white with some shining grays here and there that gave off an opal effect. His jaw was square and lined with a neatly cut beard, save for some strays sticking out at the mustache and on his chin. His pink lips offered a bright smile directed at Kakyoin himself. He swallowed nervously and headed straight to the back of the line.
Only two people were ahead of him so it didn’t take long, but that also gave him less time to come up with something smooth to say. Something natural. Other than what immediately came to mind: “Oh my god you’re so hot excuse my manners.” Kakyoin stepped up and cleared his throat, tapping his toes on the linoleum as he waited for the man to finish the previous customer’s order. When the man finally returned he wiped his hands on an apron and said cheerfully in a deep, raspy voice, “Good morning! What’ll it be? Doppio, perhaps?”
Kakyoin immediately noticed something off, that the man wasn’t wearing a uniform. No plain black collared shirt, no slacks, though he did have an old apron tied around his waist. Without thinking Kakyoin asked, “Why aren’t you in a uniform?”
The man looked confused for a moment before glancing down at his clothes and letting out a boisterous laugh. He dusted his hands off on the apron again and held one out for a handshake.
“Good eye, I like that,” he said. “How rude of me! You must be one of the student regulars. I’m Joseph Joestar, I own this café.”
“Oh my god,” Kakyoin said aloud. “I get it now. I get why the shop is called Cup of Joe’s but the apostrophe is a star.”
“You got it, kid. So what’ll it be?”
“Uh—um—“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I say? Holy shit he’s even hotter up close. Wait, why am I so attracted to him? He’s probably more than twice my age and—
“Your next line will be, ‘How are you so hot but so old?’”
“How are you so hot but so old? –Wait, what the hell!”
“Ha, it’s a thing I do. I guess you could say I’m psychic.” Joseph laughed again. Kakyoin pinched the bridge of his nose. Yep, it felt hot, which meant the rest of his face was cherry red just like his hair. “Though I didn’t take you for the type to like old foxes like me!”
“I… uh—I usually don’t?” Kakyoin glanced behind him but no one was there. He cursed under his breath. If there were a line starting to form he could weasel his way out of this mess, but it didn’t seem like Joseph was going to let him off so easy.
“Ah, shame. Well, I’ll be here the whole week. So what’ll it be?”
Kakyoin swallowed thickly and ordered his usual. He took it to go, however, because he knew if he stayed any longer he would just keep staring.
The rest of the week went much smoother. Kakyoin reintroduced himself the next day and apologized for being so forward and rude, but Joseph wasn’t upset at all. In fact, he seemed to be flirting. He even gave him a free drink. A free drink! Kakyoin stupidly insisted that he had to repay him in some way, to which of course Joseph suggested a date on the last night he’d be running the café.
Kakyoin tried to calm down as he prepared for the night. They had nice conversations. Talked about school and home life. Joseph never mentioned a wife but he talk a lot about his kids. His grandkid. Who was Kakyoin’s age and attended the same school as him. Luckily Joseph was a great conversationalist so Kakyoin didn’t have time to think about the likelihood of him running into Joseph’s grandson, or about how he had probably already run into him at some point and didn’t know it.
He took another deep breath and eyed himself in the mirror once more. Green sweater, ironed khakis, shined shoes and his long, curled bang shaped to a perfect spiral. He removed his glasses and put in contacts before heading out with an extra coat and clammy hands.
When he arrived at the café Joseph was just locking up. “Almost finished—I’ll be back in a few minutes!” he said, rushing into the kitchen. Kakyoin sat down at the single table available by the window. All the others had their chairs sat on top to prevent last-minute customers from overstaying their welcome.
Joseph reemerged fifteen minutes later in a charming button-up and clean, pressed pants. He dabbed at his face with a handkerchief and brought over two cold pastries and iced lattes in mugs. He smiled sheepishly and gestured to their ‘feast.’
“Sorry it’s not much,” Joseph said, “But my usual place was booked.”
“This is quite lovely, actually,” Kakyoin said, offering a shy smile. Joseph chuckled and laid out his napkin across his lap before rubbing his hands together.
“Then let’s dig in!” Kakyoin laughed and followed Joseph’s example, rolling up his sleeves first. The baked goods were warm and fresh. His croissant was particularly flaky. Kakyoin took a sip of his latte, finding it a bit too sweet for his taste; he glanced at Joseph and cracked a smile. He barely knew him but the overly sweet drink fit him perfectly.
“You know, I was supposed to be paying you back but here you are giving me free things again.”
Joseph waved his hand around. “Nonsense! You agreed to go on a date with me, that’s repayment enough. Thanks, by the way, I didn’t think you’d really say yes.”
“Well… I blurted out my attraction to you, so what was the harm?” They shared a hearty laugh. Joseph finished his pastry and downed his drink. Kakyoin snickered – he cleaned up well but his manners were terrible. He took the last bite of his pastry and cleaned his fingers on the napkin.
When he looked up again, Joseph was staring at his mouth. “Oh, do I have--?”
Joseph reached forward with a mischievous smile, leaning a little far over the table – Kakyoin worried he might get his shirt dirty – but before he could say anything Joseph ran his thumb along his bottom lip and cupped his sharp jaw in a warm palm.
“Nah, there’s nothing there. I just wanted to get a little closer.”
“Geez, and I thought I was the forward one. How’d you do that anyway? You can’t just predict people’s lines.”
“Yes I can! Watch. Your next line will be, ‘So do you wanna kiss, maybe?’”
Joseph did a little wink and straight from Kakyoin’s mouth came those exact words. He blushed bright pink and pursed his lips, convinced that Joseph was pulling some sort of hypnotic trick to get him to say what he wanted. But he did want to kiss him. He wanted to kiss the older, foxy gentleman sitting right in front of him, whose rough beard would probably scratch his lips and chin but he wouldn’t care. He leaned forward a little and closed his eyes as their lips met. Joseph’s lips were thinner than his but smooth, and his mustache was quite soft on his skin.
Kakyoin’s heart stopped beating. Joseph smelled like coffee, which made sense, but the aroma invaded his sensitive nose, and was that also—cologne? A subtle hint which gave Kakyoin tingles. His stomach flipped as Joseph’s fingers stroked his hair, and all too soon, the warmth was gone. His lips sunk into a frown.
“Ah—sorry, Kakyoin,” Joseph said. He rubbed the back of his neck and sat back in his seat, glancing down at the crumbs in his empty plate. “I don’t normally do things like this, actually.”
“I mean, I would’ve punched you if I didn’t want to kiss too.”
“Good point.”
“But I do want to ask—“ Kakyoin twiddled his thumbs and gnawed on his lip. His brows furrowed as he tried to find the least uncomfortable way to ask the question. “—Um, you’ve talked about your kids a lot… and your grandkid, so I… I just want to know what kind of ground I’m treading on, here.”
Joseph rubbed his neck again. A nervous habit, Kakyoin thought. Hoo boy. He prepared himself for the worst and ignored the tightening in his chest.
“Well, it’s—complicated. We’re separated but not divorced. It took a lot of work but we’re on good terms now, relatively speaking. I understand if you don’t want to pursue this, but—but I’d really like to take you out again, Kakyoin.”
Kakyoin leaned on his elbows and sighed. He never took his eyes off Joseph, trying to gauge the man’s sincerity from his beautiful aquamarine eyes and the crow’s feet growing out of them, and the wrinkles in his dimples that showed all the joy that had already partaken in his life. Kakyoin smiled a little.
“I don’t trust you completely.”
“Understandable.”
“But I doubt I’m just a booty call.”
“Also correct.”
“Alright, you can take me out again. But aren’t you leaving tomorrow?”
“I’ll be back in two weeks. Trying to relocate somewhere out here so I can be more involved with the business.”
“…sounds good.” Kakyoin tapped his chin and eyed Joseph warily. That grin was much too wide. “But I swear to the heavens above if you predict my next line again—“
“Alright, alright. I won’t do it.”
“Good. Then, another kiss?”
Joseph grinned again with the preexisting knowledge that Kakyoin was going to ask for another kiss. And then they did kiss again, small little pecks that lingered longer here and there. Joseph liked to nibble on Kakyoin’s bottom lip and he didn’t mind it but their open-mouthed kisses were not sloppy. They spent the rest of the night walking around the campus until Joseph’s yawning became more prominent. He walked Kakyoin back to his apartment and kissed him goodnight, tempted to flirt his way in for the night but knowing that he shouldn’t.
He had learned after all those years that patience was key, and now Joseph was finally putting it into practice. He whistled down the steps and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he made his way back to the café to grab his car. Two weeks, he told himself. Two weeks and he’d get to know Kakyoin even better.
sorry it’s a few days late, again! it’s been exhausting at work lately. but anyhow - this is a continuation of the keicho/josuke fic i wrote a bit ago, and i hope y’all like it. ;)
An old beat-up clock hanging above the TV ticked slower than the beating of Josuke’s heart. He’d been seeing Keicho once a week; it was the limit he’d set for himself so as to not be found out by Okuyasu. He didn’t think Okuyasu would disapprove, per se, but he knew how much Okuyasu’s family meant to him, and the last thing he wanted was to be threatened by his best friend for dating his brother.
They weren’t officially a couple or anything, and whenever Josuke brought it up Keicho didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t press the issue much until that night after Okuyasu had passed out on the floor.
“Keicho,” Josuke whispered. “I mean—what are we?”
Unlike all the other times, Keicho pondered in silence before he answered. Josuke studied his sharp jawline and the vein in his neck that was starting to pop out as he turned to face him.
“Well, Josuke,” Keicho said, “If you want to give this a label so badly why not just call us lovers?”
“L-lovers?!”
Josuke swallowed thickly and glanced between the Nijimura brothers. One slept peacefully on the floor, snoring. The other sat next to him, leaning closer and closer until Josuke could tell by that smirk he was up to no good. Keicho kissed him softly once, then pressed his tongue into Josuke’s mouth greedily and ate him all up. Josuke wanted to push Keicho away, but he wanted to kiss him even more and melted onto his lips, barely remembering to keep his voice down.
Which became increasingly difficult – the most they’d done was make out, but Keicho surprised Josuke that night with new, intimate touches. Skin-to-skin contact. His hands were cold and startled Josuke as they slipped under his shirt. Josuke squeaked and pulled away, glancing back at Okuyasu. “W-wait, shouldn’t we—“
“He sleeps like a log,” Keicho said. “He won’t wake up. C’mon, Josuke.”
Josuke leaned back as Keicho kissed him again. He never knew how wonderful it felt to have someone’s weight suspended above you, feeling the warmth of their torso as they moved even closer. Keicho nipped at Josuke’s lips until he parted them again and kissed him sloppily, pressing his chest against Josuke’s. Josuke choked down a moan as he blinked, trying his damndest to check on Okuyasu from the corner of his eye.
Keicho’s wandering hands pushed his shirt up above his chest. Josuke shivered at the sudden cold, gasping again as Keicho pinched his nipples. A strangled moan left Josuke’s lips, caught on Keicho’s teeth as he drew his head back. He frantically looked at Okuyasu again, but his friend still lay asleep on the floor.
Josuke covered his mouth to hide a whimper as Keicho’s fingers were replaced by his mouth. His hot tongue traced around the small areola, barely giving Josuke a chance to recuperate before suckling on the hardening nub. Josuke groaned into his palm and arched his back. His entire body shivered, reacting positively to this newfound pleasure after the initial shock.
Shifting clothes that were not their own caught Josuke’s attention. He pushed up on his elbows with wide eyes, watching Okuyasu as his body turned from his side onto his back. Josuke’s cheeks burned bright red; Okuyasu’s face turned in their direction. He swallowed thickly, grunting as Keicho forced him back down.
“I told you, he’s a heavy sleeper. Stop thinking about it and focus on me, Josuke.”
Keicho’s voice was demanding but it excited Josuke all the more. He reluctantly turned his attention away from Okuyasu just in time to see Keicho’s lips pucker around his nipple again, sucking on it while he moaned. The additional vibration made Josuke cry out, its sound cut short by the back of his hand. He closed his eyes tight and tensed as Keicho pinched his neglected nipple, switching sides soon after.
Josuke squirmed beneath him. A familiar tightness in his pants began to discomfort him; he desperately rolled his hips, lifting them up off the couch for any type of friction. Keicho chuckled at his impatience, kissing between Josuke’s wide pecs before he leaned back. “See? Eager, aren’t you?”
Josuke opened his mouth to whine about Keicho teasing him, but instead another squeak came out as Keicho palmed his growing erection. “All we’ve been doing is kissing and you’re already this hard? How cute,” he said. Josuke pouted.
“You—you touched my chest, too, ya know!” Josuke replied. Keicho laughed again as he unzipped Josuke’s pants, then his own.
Keicho took Josuke’s hand, guiding it lower and lower and using it to push down his underwear. Josuke blushed, gritting his teeth as Keicho wrapped his fingers around his half-hard cock. “Help me out, maybe? …You have done this at least, haven’t you?”
“Wha—of course I have!” Josuke said. He realized afterward that maybe that wasn’t something to boast about, really, but more importantly he glanced back down at Okuyasu’s sleeping form. Okuyasu’s mouth hung open and he grunted, turning his head away.
Keicho forced Josuke to face him again, kissing him just as roughly as he’d grabbed him before. Josuke moaned low and grumbly in his throat, keeping his eyes parted slightly as they kissed. With quick, impatient strokes, Keicho was hard in no time, panting against Josuke’s breath before pulling away to lay his forehead on Josuke’s shoulder.
He palmed Josuke’s cock some more, pleased to find him fully erect when his fingers slipped into the waistband of Josuke’s boxers. Josuke bit his lip and swallowed a louder groan, panting heavily as Keicho stroked him slowly. His breathing sounded loud in his ears, deafening his other senses; all he could rely on were his eyes. He glanced over at Okuyasu one last time before returning his attention to Keicho, lips parted and eyes glossy with tears. Keicho licked his lips at the mussed look of his hair.
“Let’s cum together, Josuke,” Keicho said, grinning. Josuke let out an amused puff of air, thinking they were just going to jerk each other off until Keicho began to rearrange himself. His shoulders tightened – did Keicho plan on going further? He’d never—Josuke pursed his lips, eyes wide open as he watched Keicho push his pants further down and lower his hips.
Josuke hummed, raising one of his finely shaped eyebrows while Keicho lined up their cocks. He moaned at the feeling of Keicho’s dick pressing onto his, firmer and thicker. Josuke struggled to keep his sounds minimal, watching Keicho’s cock slide dry against his. It was a little uncomfortable until Keicho spit in his hand and wrapped it around both of their lengths. Josuke gasped, covering his mouth again and cursing between his fingers. “Mmm, Josuke, you too,” Keicho said. Josuke barely heard him. “Use your hand too.”
Josuke’s hand shook as he brought it down to wrap around Keicho’s larger hand. He followed the elder Nijimura’s slow pace, squeezing tighter as they came to the base. Keicho’s name whispered silently on his lips and for a moment he forgot all about the fact that they were doing this right in front of his sleeping friend!
The only thing bringing him back to reality was another grunt, and another, and then a long sigh. Keicho moved his hand faster, pumping their cocks together, letting the heads touch and linger briefly; Josuke’s precum leaked on either side, making him groan deeply. “Shit,” Keicho mumbled. “He’s gonna be awake soon.”
“Ahn—! H-how can you tell?” Josuke gasped out. Keicho found a soft spot on his neck and latched his teeth onto it, nibbling gently before sucking a dark purple hickey there. His thumb swirled around the tips of their cocks, making Josuke buck up his hips. He mewled sweetly, caught up in another one of Keicho’s sloppy kisses to prevent him from being too loud.
“Just do,” Keicho said in-between heavy panting. “Ah—Josuke.”
The way Keicho said his name made Josuke shiver. His cock twitched and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He pulled Keicho into another kiss, letting their spit cover their mouths. Keicho’s fingers squeezed tighter around their shafts, tugging Josuke’s cock with fervent urgency. Josuke whimpered and bucked his hips again, cumming first onto his stomach and Keicho’s chest. With a few more strokes from Josuke’s limp hand, Keicho came too, spilling his seed all over Josuke’s cock and lower belly.
They panted as quietly as possible for a few moments, awkwardly motionless. Okuyasu still breathed deeply and was not facing them. When Keicho felt enough time had passed, he stepped wobbily off the couch to grab paper towels.
After Okuyasu woke up, Josuke decided he should go home. He blushed the entire rest of the night as Okuyasu walked him to his house, yawning all the while as if he hadn’t just been sleeping like a log on the floor. But before Josuke walked up to his door, Okuyasu caught him by the arm with one hand. The other rested behind his neck, occasionally rubbing just beneath his hairline.
“Man, I had the weirdest dream, Josuke,” he said.
“R-really?” Josuke laughed. “What kinda dream?” He had a feeling he didn’t want to know.
“I dreamed you and bro were having sex on the couch! All the noises sounded so real an’ shit, it was a little, uh, gross, y’know? I don’t wanna think about my bro having sex at all!” Okuyasu shuddered, closing his eyes tight. Josuke blushed again and laughed it off, hoping his voice only faltered a little.
“Yeah, weird! Wow, that’s, uh—really out of nowhere, man. Stop smokin’ pot and you’re good to go! Anyway, I gotta go, night Okuyasu!”
“Night Josuke!”
Okuyasu kicked a rock as he made his way back down the sidewalk. When he was finally out of sight Josuke groaned and sunk to the floor behind his front door. “Holy shit,” Josuke said. “Holy shit, never again.”
UPDATE 7/14: FINALLY REVISED! will post a continuation soon!
The Nijimura Household
“Ah, this is my big bro, Keicho. Yo! Big bro!”
The only reason Okuyasu bothered to introduce Josuke to his brother one day when he visited after school was because Josuke had been, a little rudely, staring at him. Completely hypnotized. While the two teenagers were sitting at the square table for four in the kitchen drinking soda, Keicho came down to start an early dinner.
updated with revision!! i was going to start the continuation tonight but i knew this needed to be fixed up first. will post the continuation soon! (probably by sunday bc GUESS WHO’S IN A POSING CONTEST ON SATURDAY AS GYRO AND HAS TO PRACTICE TMRW! YA MOD, THAT’S WHO! nyohoho~)
this was relaxing and easy to write, thank you for the ask! i hope it turned out alright my darling! ♥
To know The Sound of your heartbeat
Josuke giggled as he rode his new bike down the block and around again. He’d been around at least a dozen times already but he was having so much fun that Tomoko couldn’t find it in her to tell him it was close to dinnertime and he’d have to come inside soon. She called out to Josuke just as he rounded the corner again that she was going to check on the food. “Stay in front of the house!” she warned. Josuke pouted. As Tomoko turned her back he shrugged carelessly, a pale blue and pink aura hovering over his shoulders. He knew he’d be protected even if he went a little further than the house…
But karma for not listening to his mother returned to him very quickly. His tire hit a rock and he was flung forward over the handlebars, scraping his knees and arm on the ashy gray gravel.
Josuke’s eyes welled up with tears because it hurt but he didn’t start crying, opting instead to sniffle else his mother find out he disobeyed her. Before he could get up however, his Stand – a new friend that followed him everywhere he went, whom he called Crazy Diamond – tapped his shoulder and looked him in the eye. The Stand had a large smile and hopeful eyes. Crazy Diamond held his hand over Josuke’s forearm where it began to bleed, emitting a warm light over it. Josuke watched on in wonder, but when Crazy D removed his hand the scrapes were still there.
Crazy Diamond frowned, looking back up at Josuke. He merely shrugged, unsure of what his Stand was trying to do. Crazy Diamond tried again, this time with the bigger scrapes on his knees. Some skin was peeling off where he fell straight onto the concrete. But the results were the same: scrapes unhealed, bleeding and dry.
When Josuke looked up again, tears were spilling from his Stand’s eyes. He scrunched his brows and opened his mouth to say, “Hey, don’t cry! I’m okay!”
But his gentle words didn’t reach his Stand’s ears. Crazy Diamond covered his eyes as the tears fell, big droplets spilling on the ground with an audible splash. Josuke knew his mother couldn’t hear Crazy Diamond’s crying but it hurt him and made him sad too.
“Please don’t cry! It doesn’t hurt. I’m sorry for not listening to mama,” Josuke said, trying his best to keep his voice quiet and soothing. He wrapped his arms around Crazy D and gave him a big hug, letting his Stand cry into his shoulder. Josuke felt awful. He always scraped his knees and stuff from playing outside and at school, but this was the first time Crazy Diamond had tried to heal him. He didn’t have to fully understand his powers to know what that failure meant.
He patted Crazy Diamond’s back and hugged him tightly again before he got an idea and pulled away. “Hey, Crazy D, let me see your hand!”
His Stand obeyed and held out one hand, wiping his eyes with the other. A few more tears strayed down Crazy D’s cheeks until Josuke put the hand over his own beating heart. Crazy Diamond blinked and tilted his head, looking curiously at his Stand user. When Josuke’s heart thumped under his palm, Crazy Diamond flinched and tried to pull away, but Josuke’s stubbornness won out. It only took another moment for Crazy Diamond to understand. He stepped closer to Josuke, letting the beating of his user’s heart calm his shaking shoulders and teary eyes. As if in a trance, he became completely at ease.
“Crazy Diamond,” Josuke said, “I’m not hurt. I promise you I’m okay! See? My heart is beating because I’m okay.”
Their eyes met again and Josuke smiled. Crazy D returned it with one even brighter. Josuke sat down on the curb, his Stand following suit, and they held hands waiting for Tomoko to call him in for dinner. Crazy Diamond squeezed Josuke’s hand and moved carefully to place the other back on his chest. Josuke giggled. His Stand was so sweet and caring…
“Josuke!” Tomoko called. “Dinner’s ready!”
Crazy Diamond disappeared behind him, leaving Josuke to walk alone to his front door. Tomoko immediately saw the scrapes and blood on Josuke’s knees and arm, half-scolding him and half-worrying about him. Crazy D popped up again above his shoulder, watching over them as Tomoko cleaned out the cuts and applied Band-Aids to each injury. Crazy Diamond’s concern completely dissipated, knowing that his Stand user was now in the good hands of his mother.
my two jojo daddies, too much hotness, how can i survive writing this!!!
sorry again for the late update altjalthajhtat i’m having a real rough time with motivation to do anything, fuck depression. anyway,
warnings: everyone lives au, slight daddy kink, My Friend’s Hot Dad trope, dirty talk, anal, riding, improper use of stand fingers, coercion/mildly dubious consent
The Holy D Trinity: Daddy, Doctor, and Dirty Talk
Jotaro scraped his knife against the plate as he cut through his steak. American style dinners weren’t his forte, but Jolyne insisted on it. She didn’t think her guest that night would approve of any Japanese cooking. He gnawed on the overdone meat and washed it down with beer. Her guest was too polite with his manners – it wasn’t normal for someone who’d befriended Jolyne. But he’d seen him somewhere before, somewhere recently. He recognized that strange fluffy hat, or hair, whatever it was, and the decorative horns on top of it. He found the look abysmal and chewed harder on his steak, finally swallowing it down his throat.
“Jolyne, where did you meet you friend again?” he asked. Jolyne raised an eyebrow and sighed.
“I told you already dad, Weather Report was in prison with me. That’s where we met,” she said, unimpressed that he hadn’t paid attention. Unfortunately that was normal.
“I see.” He cleared his throat and took another sip of beer, his eyes never leaving their guest. Weather kept his head down out of modesty and did not speak, focused entirely on eating his meal.
“We’re in the same counseling program now,” Jolyne continued. “Weather’s been really good about helping me, uh, get over some things.” How I neglected you, Jotaro thought. His frown deepened. “He’s a good friend. I thought I’d bring him over to introduce to you.”
“No offense, Jolyne, but I’m not so sure I trust your friend’s intentions.”
“Dad!”
“It’s okay, Jolyne,” Weather said. His voice was barely above a whisper; Jotaro leaned closer. “It’s understandable that your father doesn’t like me. He thinks we’re dating.”
“Dating? Ew! Dad!”
“It’s normal for a father to think that when his daughter brings home a man,” Weather continued. “But I assure you, Mr.—“
“Doctor Kujo.” Jolyne covered her face, groaning. Leave it to her father to pull out the Ph.D. card.
“—Doctor Kujo, that Jolyne and I are not dating.”
“…Hm.”
No one said a word after Weather Report cleared up the misunderstanding. They ate the rest of their meal in an awkward silence until Jolyne excused herself to bed.
Jotaro stopped short of the hallway after loading up the dishwasher and eavesdropped; he heard Jolyne apologizing for his behavior. He couldn’t tell what Weather was saying, but it sounded calm and comforting. Jotaro gritted his teeth as Jolyne offered to walk him out—he only knew that Weather refused when Jolyne repeated whatever he’d said about making peace with her father.
He waited to make his move after she bid her goodnight and her footsteps were no longer audible. Just as Weather rounded the corner, Jotaro stopped time and shoved him against the wall face-first. When time resumed Weather’s wrists were tight in Star Platinum’s grasp and Jotaro’s lips were by his ear, whispering, “If you so much as think about touching my daughter I will end you before the image itself manifests in your mind.”
Weather Report chuckled, one of many possible reactions Jotaro had anticipated. Star Platinum smushed Weather’s face harder into the wall.
“Laughing isn’t your best option.”
“I’m not laughing because I find your threats idle,” Weather said. Using as much strength as he could he pushed off the wall and twisted his body so that he was facing Jotaro. They were roughly the same height. “I’m laughing because you’ve read the situation completely wrong.”
Jotaro sneered.
“Let’s just say it’s not Jolyne that I’m interested in, Dr. Kujo.”
Jotaro scrunched his brows. “I don’t understand.”
“You know, casual physical attraction.” Weather Report chuckled again, tilting his head. Jotaro’s gaze against those cold eyes did not waver.
“Casual what?”
“Hmm, Jolyne was right, you’re absolutely clueless despite being so straightforward. Maybe a more direct approach would get the point across.”
Weather Report moved closer. Star Platinum shoved him back against the wall, his large hand ghosting over Jotaro’s. Both held him down so he could not move forward again, but Weather was not deterred. He placed his hands on Jotaro’s forearm, feeling down the muscles to his wrists. While it was difficult, Weather still managed to turn his head and kiss Jotaro’s thumb softly. The pressure on his shoulders disappeared.
“Get it now?”
Jotaro’s mouth parted slightly. His lips downturned into a scowl as Weather stepped closer, and before he could comprehend what was happening their lips were touching and two hands were on his body.
Star dissipated into the air. Jotaro was not one to let down his guard but Weather Report had taken advantage of his confusion. Jotaro lifted his arms, preventing their chests from touching but again it did nothing to stop Weather. His plump lips covered Jotaro’s mouth, pulling at his thinner lips in an attempt to coerce them open. Jotaro leaned his head as far back as it could reach, but it was his turn to be backed against the wall with no escape.
Weather’s fingers encircled his wrists and he hummed quietly. “Has it been a while for you, Dr. Kujo?”
“That’s none of your business,” Jotaro said sharply.
“But you’re not really fighting it, are you? You understand now. If you really wanted me out I’d be a bloody pulp by now, but you haven’t called your Stand back out.”
“Tch. Don’t get your hopes up.” Jotaro cleared his throat and pushed Weather Report away, muttering something under his breath. He started down the hallway before pausing, listening for anything upstairs—then he said, “We’ll do this on my terms.”
Weather Report might’ve heard what he said, but really he was too busy eyeing the ass in front of him that he was about to destroy.
Jotaro was already naked by the time Weather closed the door to his bedroom. “Not one for foreplay, are you?” Weather teased.
“I said, my terms.”
Weather wasn’t listening and immediately eyed his prize. Jotaro’s body was strong and lean, but he guessed by a few stretch marks that he had once had more muscle mass. Weather filed that away to ask about another day as his hands began their exploration, starting at Jotaro’s narrow hips. He groaned and kissed Jotaro roughly, pressing his tongue between Jotaro’s lips and past his teeth. Weather half-hissed, half-moaned when Jotaro bit down, for the pain only aroused him further. He backed them up until Jotaro’s knees hit the bed and he fell back, and only then did Weather give him a chance to catch his breath.
His hands shook as he reached back to unzip his clothing, letting it fall to the floor and reveal his body. Jotaro looked strangely focused as he observed Weather’s wide chest and down past his abs to the goods. Weather couldn’t tell what he thought about his girth, but as he stepped forward he found that he couldn’t move his arms.
Star Platinum had a vice grip. Weather grunted.
“My terms, Weather Report.” Jotaro slid off the bed and patted the comforter. “Come, lie on your back.”
He did so with another grumble, but he knew fighting against Star Platinum would be a bad idea. Weather lay down as he was told, impatient as hell as Jotaro took his time straddling his thighs. The man above him laughed quietly, something Weather honestly didn’t think he was capable of. Jotaro grabbed his length without warning, making Weather jump; he wasn’t entirely mad though because he kind of liked Jotaro’s roughness.
Jotaro spit on his hand, a poor form of lubricant as he slowly worked Weather’s fat dick up to a full erection. He liked thumbing the slit to make Weather throw his head back and moan, then he’d slide across it with his fingernail to make it painful and warn Weather not to be so loud. If Jolyne woke up and found them, Jotaro explained, Weather Report wouldn’t get a good fuck, nor would he ever be allowed at the Kujo house again.
Weather growled in his throat and glanced down, nearly whimpering at the sight of Jotaro’s scruffy jaw rubbing against the side of his cock. He licked his lips and grinned as he asked, “What would your wife think of you doing this?”
“I’m divorced.”
Ah. A dud, Weather thought, for Jotaro was always so direct.
“Let’s say you weren’t,” Weather said, hurrying to add, “And please indulge me for a moment before you answer seriously and kill it. Let’s say you weren’t, and she walked in on you like this, what would she think, Dr. Kujo? Finding out that her husband is cheating, and with a man, no less—anh…”
“Dirty talk doesn’t turn me on.”
“Fuck, I couldn’t tell. That’s sarcasm, by the way… Mm, yeah.” Jotaro’s tongue swirled around the head of Weather’s cock and poked into the slit. Weather clenched the fluffy comforter in his hands and bit his lips to keep from moaning, but he saw stars as soon as Jotaro’s mouth enclosed around it to suck. The deeper Jotaro took him into his mouth, the more his tongue worked, coating him entirely in saliva.
Weather looked down to watch his cock poke into Jotaro’s cheek as he dragged his lips and tongue down each side. They made eye contact and did not break it as Jotaro squeezed Weather’s thighs and swallowed half his cock, choking once it hit the back of his throat. His mouth was full and his jaw stretched painfully wide because of Weather’s girth. The scruffy, stoic man looked really good with his face stuffed.
Jotaro made a sound with his throat that vibrated around him, making Weather sit up quickly and cover his mouth to muffle a particularly lewd sound. He grabbed Jotaro by the hair and yanked him off, pushing their bodies close together so he could rut on Jotaro’s thigh. “If you don’t let me fuck you soon I’m gonna do it on my own terms,” Weather mumbled, biting Jotaro’s earlobe.
“Unh… Fine.”
Jotaro shoved Weather back down and grabbed the lube bottle from the nightstand. Star Platinum’s hand appeared beside him; Jotaro squirted lube on two of his Stand’s outstretched fingers. Weather whistled, earning him a pinch on the thigh.
“Do you fuck your Stand regularly?” he jeered.
“This is the fastest way to stretch me out.”
Weather rolled his eyes, but he did quite enjoy watching Jotaro’s pained expressions as his Stand pressed one finger into him. As they progressed, Jotaro started biting his lip and closed his eyes. Weather couldn’t stand it any longer when Jotaro moaned softly, gripping the man’s knees on either side of him tight with urgency.
Jotaro got the hint, removing Star’s large fingers from his ass. He climbed further up Weather’s torso, biting at his neck and sucking on a spot hard enough to make it dark purple the next day. Weather clenched his fists as Jotaro squirted lube on his dick, lathering it with gentle downward strokes. He threw his head back and tightened his jaw, eyes snapping open when suddenly it wasn’t Jotaro’s hand anymore.
His ass was tight even after the help of his Stand’s fingers. Weather moved his hands up to grip Jotaro’s waist, groaning as quietly as possible as he watched his friend’s dad sink down on his cock. The thought itself sent a shiver down his spine and curled his lips into a mischievous smile.
“What if Jolyne saw you like this?” he whispered. Jotaro froze and Weather took the opportunity to thrust all the way up inside Jotaro, his ears drinking in Jotaro’s sharp gasp. “Daddy’s such a dirty boy, isn’t he?”
Jotaro scowled and dug his nails into Weather’s chest, letting Weather set the rhythm; slow and steady, for he had struck a chord he wanted to savor. His grin widened when Jotaro closed his eyes and his eyebrows loosened from their tight knitting, but he missed the man’s shock and anger already. Weather continued to prod to get it back. “What if she saw daddy riding her friend’s big, fat cock – what would she think of that, Dr. Kujo?”
This time Jotaro growled, calling Star Platinum out to hold Weather’s thighs down. Jotaro began to move at his own pace, much faster, riding Weather’s cock like he needed to finish right then and there lest his daughter find out what they were up to. Weather moaned, reaching up to touch Jotaro’s achingly hard cock only to have his hand smacked away.
“Mmm—ah! You wanna cum without me touching you? But think about it—nngh—Jolyne finding you with me balls deep inside you, bent over… F-fuck!” Jotaro leaned forward and bit down hard on Weather’s nipple, sucking on it frantically in-between bites. “Yeah—cumming from my cock alone because you want it so bad, who knew Jolyne’s dad was such a pervert.”
Weather couldn’t tell whether the sensitive topic was turning Jotaro on or just pissing him off, but god, he was riding him hard and fast, slamming his bony ass down and bouncing off Weather’s pelvis like a pro. Weather’s eyes rolled back, too consumed in the pleasure of Jotaro’s tongue teasing his nipples and his ass clenching tight around him to continue his little game. Even the little bit of fight left in him to rile up Jotaro died once he heard the gentle command, “Stop talking or I won’t let you cum in me.”
He nearly came from that alone, but then Jotaro slowed down and Weather choked. Jotaro hummed as he rotated his hips in a circle the next time he came down, repeating the action until Weather’s hips lifted impatiently.
“You want to cum in me, don’t you?” Jotaro asked. “Look at me.”
Weather opened his eyes and looked directly into Jotaro’s. He grinned and rolled his hips smoothly along to Jotaro’s rhythm, eventually finding his sensitive prostate when he switched angles. Jotaro bit his lip and shivered, a dead giveaway that he’d found it, and his body shook each time after as Weather Report continued to slowly press his cock into that spot.
“C’mon,” Weather coaxed, “Let me cum in you, Daddy Kujo.”
Jotaro sneered, bending down to smash their lips together in a rough kiss full of biting, a push and pull until they could taste someone’s blood. Star held his legs down again as Jotaro pulled back, bouncing up and down, not once looking away from Weather’s face. Weather bit down on his hand and moaned low and deep in his throat as Jotaro clenched around him, tensing his body—Jotaro’s harsh breathing halted with a gasp and he came all over Weather’s stomach.
That last tight clench around him sent Weather over the edge, groaning and biting his hand hard enough to feel the bones as he came. Jotaro kept riding him until Weather’s fat cock had been emptied of its seed. Both of them were left panting and quieting their breaths. Jotaro didn’t wait long before he removed himself from Weather’s sticky cock and headed for the bathroom.
“You will not speak of this to Jolyne,” he warned as they stepped outside. Weather Report sighed for the millionth time and nodded.
“Cross my heart, hope to die. Under one condition.” Jotaro frowned. “Will I see you again?”
Jotaro crossed his arms and closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. With a shrug he turned back to the door and said, “If so, I have ways of finding you besides Jolyne. Remember your promise.”
Weather rolled his eyes and waved behind him as he walked down to the sidewalk. Fathers.
