The one where Kakyoin gets cheated on and finds solace in a past crush of his.
Warnings: smut, cheating, panphobia, biphobia, slut shaming, degradation, consensual degradation, dirty talk, blow jobs, face fucking, vaginal sex, penetrative sex... and uh thats it I guess.
The fic is on my ao3 if you want to give it a kudos. Be warned, my writing is dogshit.
Another fair warning: Jotaro is a grade-A asshole in this one. I feel bad, but I will make it up with some weathertaro later. Or jotawife. Anyways.
He's misogynistic and slightly bi/panphobic in this one so tread lightly if it triggers you.
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Noriaki felt the hatred bubble up in his throat and leave as sobs. Every minute he spent thinking about the man drew him lower and lower to hell.
Why did he have to fall in love with an asshole like that?
The boy sat in his room, wiping his eyes furiously as he thought back to what Jotaro had done. The betrayal sinking deep in his heart. The constant cancelation of dates, the short and closed off greetings… the anger in his eyes whenever they did have a disagreement.
A pained grunt left him. How dare that asshole even think of lying to him this way. Cheating on him with some… guy he barely knew. Months. It had been going on for months. The lying, the secret meet ups, the sexting.
He tossed the framed picture of the two of them onto the floor, kicking it underneath the bed. He didn't even look happy, but to be fair, Jotaro rarely looked happy.
Getting up from the bed, he opened up the curtains. There was no point in moping and definitely not point in crying because who the fuck was he going to cry to?
Feeling the cool night breeze did him a small favor. It was nearing winter in Florida. Dammit, the whole damn state reminded him of–
The sound of his ringtone cut through the silent air. He felt anger bubble back in his throat.
He was about to cut the call before his eyes widened. He hadn't seen that number in years.
Jouko.
He shook his head, answering it. “What?”
“I… hi.”
“Hi.” He replied back. She seemed hesitant, and well. He expected her to be.
“I heard.”
“And? What, you're going to tell me that I'm wrong? T-to get back with him just because he's misunderstood?”
“I'm not. Do you– uh need company?”
He blinked. “What?”
“I'm heading from the bar downtown. I can pick up a few drinks on my way and maybe a pizza. If you want me to.”
“O-okay.” He was shocked by her sudden proposition and even more shocked by his quick response.
He put the phone down.
What the hell was that?
He suddenly got a call from his childhood best friend. The one who pushed him into this relationship the moment she found out they liked each other and then stopped talking to him almost immediately after.
It wasn't like he hadn't been avoiding her too, but that was besides the point.
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Maybe it's because she felt guilty. The girl had an odd habit of doing that. Feeling guilty for things most didn't care about. What he knew was it would hurt. Having to see her face.
The face that was so similar to his.
No that's not why it would hurt. They didn't look that similar... whatever.
He cleaned up what he could, just to make it seem like he hadn't been crying for the past fifteen hours. The couch was… clean enough, all the tiny scraps of paper lying about were thrown into a take out paper bag. Shit, he had to take out the trash.
It had been an hour since she had called. He sat on his tiny two person sofa, missing the warmth and comfort he used to get. Although they never spoke much, just having his presence close by was enough for Noriaki.
Obviously that didn't stand true for Kujo.
The doorbell to his one bedroom apartment rang and he got up slowly, groggily making his way to the door and opening it.
Standing outside with a few bags and a nervous look was his once good friend. The clinking of bottles filled the empty air as they stared. Jouko was unsurprisingly still much taller than him. He knew she was shorter than Jotaro, but from where it stood, it never seemed to make a difference.
“I like what you did with your hair.” He broke the silence, pointing at the two stripes of bright turquoise that framed her face.
“Thanks.”
It had been a while since he had heard her voice. Deep for a woman but soft and comforting.
“Nice lipstick. Black suits you.”
She barely hid a smile. “Thanks. Can I come in?”
Right, stupid.
The moment she slipped in and took off her shoes, he could feel the tears well up in his eyes once again. Noriaki broke when she asked if he was okay.
It passed so suddenly. She was hugging him while he cursed her brother. Telling her how much he hated him and the way he played with his heart. The way the asshole never even cared about him since the beginning which he knew was definitely not true. But that's how it felt.
He cried about the fact that he knew what was coming because they were growing distant.
He buried his face into her arm as she just patted him on the back. Listening silently.
“It's okay. You're okay.”
“I’m not. He sobbed. “I-i wont ever be… Jouko I loved him.”
“You're wasting your love.”
He shuddered at the sudden sharp tone. The hatred directed to Jotaro. That couldn't be right? She adored her brother. Always did. He had expected her to come by and defend him with all her might. Tell him how he didn't mean it and he did love Noriaki a lot.
“Come on. Let's get you washed up.”
She spent the next hour drying his face, setting the take-out on the coffee table and switched on an annoying sitcom on the TV. Just to fill the noise.
She set up cushions for him to mope on, leaving some distance between them as she flipped her phone open. Jouko clicked her tongue.
“J-jouko?”
She hummed.
“Why did you come by?” He asked, feeling fragile. Like he was about to break into a million pieces at any given moment. He hated this vulnerability . She shouldn't have been there. Looking at her made his past guilt even worse. “You haven't spoken to me in years.”
“Yes I have.”
“Not like this. Not… not this close.”
“You were committed. I didn't want to intervene.”
“Intervene?”
She looked away and all of a sudden past feelings rose back in his throat. Intervene. Intervene with what? He had confessed to her and she had put him down. Granted he had told her he loved her brother just a few hours before his confession so things did end up getting sticky.
Watching her long black hair dyed with a few stripes of blue coil around her shoulders made his heart swell with love. She was so beautiful.
No. No. He shook himself out of it. He was gay not fucking straight. He liked men… it would be pointless if he went after a girl now. Not after what he had been through. Not after what he had committed to.
This was just his feelings talking. The want for a rebound.
“You haven't eaten.” “Not hungry.” He shifted closer to her.
“Want a drink?” “Not now.”
He noticed her shifting closer as well. When his hand brushed against hers she patted the back of his palm. Like they were good friends. Just good friends.
They were just friends.
“So now what?”
“Wanna talk about how shitty the dickfucker is?”
He blinked and stared at her in confusion.
“What?”
He had never heard this much hatred spill out of her mouth before. Jouko looked away, annoyed. “If you're going to defend him after the bullshit he's done to you then I'll leave.
“That doesn't explain why you're this angry.”
She stared at her feet, bouncing them up and down as time passed slowly.
“There's only so much a bitch can take.”
Noriaki deflated. “He never stopped calling you that, huh?”
“Immature asshole.” She mumbled to herself. “I… I know I pulled back. I shouldn't have, but you're still really important to me, Noriaki.”
He wanted to claw his insides out of his chest.
“You're important to me too.”
She crossed her arms and gripped them tight. Just like she would do when they had a fight as kids. When she wanted to say something, but couldn't.
He missed her. If not her friendship then he missed her laugh. If not that, her mere presence. He missed her next to him.
“So… did you drink?”
“I was one of the designated drivers so no.”
He snorted. “Your driving would have killed them. I think I saved a few lives today.”
“Funny.” She rolled her eyes and his chest did a very weird thing it wasn't supposed to.
He let his eyes roam up her body. She had barely changed. She was wearing a sleeveless black dress with the glimmer underneath his yellow lights that accentuated her curves in the most beautiful way. It reached up to her knees, leaving her legs bare.
It was wrong of him. Wrong of his mind to linger on someone from the past like this. Only she wasn't in the past anymore, Jouko was there next to him. She had come to see him.
“I've never seen you in a sleeveless dress before.”
“I have a sex life too, you know.”
He snorted. He really didn't mean to, but her monotone delivery of most jokes always landed with him. Even though this was probably not one of her jokes.
They sat in silence and he kept looking. How could he not, she was stunning.
Jouko didn't pay him any mind. Boredly pressing the tiny buttons of her navy blue flip phone.
He was getting riled up. Why was he such a fucking scumbag? It wasn't like he liked her… or anything. He just missed her.
Noriaki's eyes raked up her thick thighs. The hem of her dress rode up with every shift of her legs as she frowned at her phone.
His eyes went up and he stared at her chest, hand moving to cover his obvious boner.
“You're looking right at my tits Noriaki, I can see you.”
His face flushed pink. “I-i don't know what you're talking about.”
“I came because I knew you needed a friend, but if a rebound is what you want. I don't mind.” She said with a frown. “It’s better than crawling back to a man who doesn't deserve you.”
“...I’m gay.”
“Oh right, because a gay man starts drooling when he stares at a girl's tits.”
He wiped his mouth and surely enough there was a dribble of saliva at the corner of his lips. Noriaki covered his face.
“S-sorry.” “Noriaki.”
“I dont know im just confused.” “Do you want to tal–”
“I think I still like you, Jouko.”
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that was not what he had meant to say.
He flinched at the hand resting on his arm. His chest was throbbing and very shamelessly, so was something else in his pants.
“I… you should go.” “You do realise you're allowed to like both guys and girls right.”
He blinked. What?
“It's… It's the reason why Jotaro and I aren't talking much.”
There were tears in her eyes.
“I told him I liked both. He made a comment over the phone and now hes just being so fucking distant.”
“You like both?”
“I'm pan. I don't know if you know the term. It means I don't care about gender.” She looked at her nails, painted black with white stars. “If you're confused then...”
"I thought I was bi, but.” He fidgeted with his fingers. “I haven't fallen in love with any girl except for you.”
He had done it.
Noriaki had done the stupid thing and confessed to her for the third time.
“You don't like me, Noriaki. You like Jot–”
Her words died in her mouth when he grabbed her by the collar and pulled her in for a kiss. What was wrong with him?
She leaned in as well, kissing back with a small hum and grabbing his hair. At least now he knew she liked him back.
Jouko pulled away with a sigh, teary eyed.
“Jouko. I–”
“Take your pants off.”
“Fuck.”
He slid his sweatpants down to the middle of his thighs and soon she was straddling him, her face soft and the most beautiful thing in this world.
“J-jouko ugh fuck.”
She had wrapped her arms around his back, leaning in for another kiss as her hips worked themselves up and down his erection.
Her dress had ridden up to reveal the back lingerie hidden underneath and he wondered if she was planning to pick up someone from the bar.
“Oh fuck, fuck Noriaki.” She bit her bottom lip and he pulled her down, forcing her entire weight on his hips as he kissed her neck. “We shouldn't be doing this.”
“Too late.” He said with a smile. “You're mine now.”
“I'll lose control Nori, fucking hell."
He chuckled at the loss of her composure. And soon the grinding came to a halt.
“Where do you want this to lead?” She asked, her chest heaving. “I… if it's only for tonight then fine but I…”
“I want this to lead to you being in my bed for the rest of our lives.”
“Very forward.” She mumbled against his lips. “You say that to all the people you meet?”
“Just you.”
“Uhuh, I'm so special that I'm the second option.”
“You made yourself the second option.”
“The fuck did you expect me to do.” She groaned, grinding against him slowly. “You told me you liked him then you said the same thing about me.”
“You never gave me an answer.”
“I liked you back.”
He grabbed her chin, being as delicate as the swirling lust in his abdomen allowed him to be. “Why did you never tell me?”
“I… because he liked you and I didn’t want to hurt him.”
Oh.
“Wow.” He blinked slowly, staring at her for a long while. “That was honest.”
“Yeah.” She smiled. “So in your bed for the rest of my life huh.”
“Shuddup.”
“Cute. Very cute Nori. I love your confidence.”
“Are we fucking or not?”
She snorted for the first time that night before pulling him into a real kiss. A deep open mouthed one. He hummed at the intrusion but his brows furrowed when he felt something else.
Noriaki pulled back and Jouko stuck her tongue out.
“A tongue piercing, really?”
She smiled. “Hey, if I'm going to be called a slut and a whore by my own brother, I should at least start looking like one.”
He frowned, his thumb running over her cheek. “He said that?”
“As I said. We fought.”
“He's an asshole. You're not a slut.” “I know.”
He hummed, bringing his hand to her mouth, thumb running against her bottom lip and pulling down. She got the hint and stuck her tongue out once more.
“Mhm, acting a bit like one though.” He mumbled, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“I don't mind it if it comes from you. It’s quite hot.”
He groaned, bucking up into her. “Jouko you're turning me on so bad right now.”
“Am I? Fuck, you turn me on as well.”
“Not too hard to do, is it? Do you have any other piercings you want to show me?”
“Maybe.”
“Fuck, such a pretty little slut.” His hands trailed down to the globe of her ass, giving it a harsh squeeze. She groaned, bucking into his now completely erect dick.
“Oh youre so fucking big Nori.”
He felt his cheeks heat up at the compliment. He was quite large, but being with Jotaro for so long made him forget the actual standard.
She bent in for another kiss and he obliged, taking the time to savour her mouth this time. It felt surreal, as if nothing and yet everything between them had changed. Guilt that he was supposed to feel wasn't there, instead replaced by a quiet satisfaction.
Their kiss grew heated once more and soon his hands were back at her, gripping lumps of her skin that he needed to melt into his. Fuck he missed her.
He was selfish. He had liked both and at the same time. He couldn't help it. At the time he was confused and he knew for a fact he was gay so he went for the option that made him not doubt himself.
She pulled back, her breathing heavy as she trailed kisses down his jaw. She was so gentle with him. Her hands moving over him like she wanted to remember every single detail.
“Kyo.”
“It's been a while since you've called me that Noriaki."
“I need you to touch me.” “Where?”
“Everywhere.”
She slid down his lap and onto the floor, her knees on the carpet as she began kissing his soaked boxers.
Her phone rang.
Jouko clicked her tongue, cutting the call immediately before turning back to him. Now that he thought about it, she had been texting someone constantly since she had come.
“Look at how hard you are, you pervert.” She palmed his dick over the cloth that barely trapped him inside. “Does it stand up for everyone like this?”
“Look who's talking. Shut up and suck like the good little whore you are.”
A whimper was heard which made him smirk. He noted the deep lust and greed written all over her face with a sense of pride.
“Get moving. You need some more coercion or what?” He moved one of his feet to graze the area between her thighs. She let out a low moan when he slid the top of his foot over her clothed sex.
She pulled his boxers down with newfound hunger. “I've never wanted to suck dick more than this before. Noriaki, you're mine. I don't care if I'm a rebound.”
Before he could quip back, she took his tip in her mouth, kissing and sucking like she would a lollipop. Oh how he loved this sight. He was greedy, he wanted her. He would have said it was the alcohol but he hadn't even had a drop of it yet.
Her black lipstick was smudged, mascara on the verge of getting messed up as well with the tears welling up in her eyes.
He spread his legs further apart. She pulled away, grabbing a rubber band from her back pocket.
“Do this often, slut?”
“Maybe.” She looked up with a smile. “I have to take what I can get, can't I?”
“Mmh, I bet you're talented with that tongue of yours aren't you?”
“Very. But not as much as you cherry boy.”
Her fist took the base of his cock and she tugged. Noriaki hummed, watching in excitement as she put the tip inside once more. Licking, sucking and kissing his pink gland.
He let out a loud curse when she stuck her tongue in between his foreskin and the gland underneath. She rolled her tongue around with expertise, pumping him up slowly. The piercing did a good job in stimulating him further.
Unlike Jotaro, she wasn't rough. Well, she was rough but not impatient. She had a tight grip around his cock, but every stroke was slow. Precise.
If he wasn't careful he would cum on the spot.
“Just put the whole thing in or I'll do it for you.”
“Sad your little whore isn't doing what you told her to?”
He grabbed her by her hair, and forced her to take it all in. She whined around his dick and immediately sucked him up. Fuck she was good.
Her nose hit his pubes and he could feel her breath on it. Surprised she could still breathe, he pulled her away and forced her back. Jouko moaned, the vibrations of her throat brining him to a high. He was going insane, the way her mascara was completely ruined as her eyes were teared up. Black tears ran down her face.
“God youre so fucking hot.” He grunted through his teeth, letting go of her hair and allowing her to suck him off normally.
“Taking the entire thing, what a pretty slut you ar-are oh shit that piercing is good.”
She chuckled around his cock, pulling up and sucking his tip before taking him in his entirety again.
“You must have been waiting for this haven't you?” He pushed her down and fucked up into her mouth. “Waiting to be used by me like this. You were a bit too eager today weren't you?”
She gripped his thigh harshly and looked up at him with a mix of anger and regret that made his stomach churn. He was right on the money.
Instead of spending time crying, Jouko held both of his thighs and spread him wide apart, a finger moving to his asshole, coated in drool, precome and saliva.
“J-jouko, now?”
She pulled out. “The asshole wouldn't stop bragging about how tight you were… he fuck. I hate him when he’s drunk. I fucking hate him. I hate him and his stupid face. You're mine.”
Hurt with a mix of lust flooded his chest. He moaned when she pressed a finger in with ease, pressing into his prostate almost immediately.
Jouko took him in her mouth again and sucked him off fast. Her face bounced up and down with a fervor he had never seen before. He felt lightheaded, precome dribbling out from the feeling of his prostate being assaulted by two skilled fingers.
“I'm close. I’m so close, baby– ah!”
The woman drank his cum when he finally reached the edge. Swallowing it all before pulling out with a pop. She gently pulled her fingers out of his ass, but that hit something sensitive and a squirt landed on her face.
She scrunched her eyes shut and pursed her lips as she turned to him with annoyance. She was so cute when she was expressive. He forgot what it was like.
“Sorry darling.” He heaved out. As if he had run the mile in five minutes. “Cmere.”
She kept her eyes closed, as he wiped the dried tears and cum away, not before forcing a bit of it into her mouth.
“Such a pretty girl.”
She complained, pushing his hand away and wiping her face with the heel of her palm.
“Strip for me.”
A playful roll of her eyes was followed by her unzipping her dress. Slipping out, she stood in front of him with lacy black lingerie.
“Fuck.” “See. I went to the bar for a reason alright. Don't expect this to be a regular thing.”
He pouted, but that quickly turned into an open mouthed stare as he gazed upon the beauties that were her breasts. He could look at them all day.
“‘Gay’ he said. With so much confidence.”
“Yeah. What? Sorry, were you saying something?”
“You’re such a dork Noriaki. Are we going to your room or staying here?”
He patted his thigh and she took that as a queue to straddle him once more.
“Jouko. I think I chose wrong.”
“We will discuss details later, Nori. Sex first.”
Her rolled his eyes, but that didnt conceal his smile. He loved the banter, the teasing. How it didnt feel like talking to a rock.
“Lets go to the room.”
He picked her up but her phone rang. Again.
“Mother fucker.”
“Answer it. I will take some time to get it back up anyways.”
She grumbled, reaching down as he carried her like she weighed nothing. Those gym sessions seemed to have paid off.
“What the fuck do you want from me?!”
Harsh.
Noriaki kissed her neck and carried her to the room where he sat her down. She cut the call and tossed it onto the bed.
It rang again.
“Fucking hell im going to kill Jotaro.”
He raised an eyebrow. “It’s him?”
“Yeah.” She sighed, cutting the call once again.
It was worrying. He had never seen them fight this bad. They grew distant while he was dating the man but…
Guilt swirled in his chest.
“Is it because of me?”
She shook her head. “No. Not initially, he's just an asshole. I keep telling him to be nicer to mom and- Whatever, I dont want to complain.”
“I don't know. I find it hot when you're angry.”
“Oh please.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re just happy we get to insult him a bit more.”
“Maybe.” He leaned in and she kissed back happily.
Noriaki gripped the back of her thighs and pushed her onto the striped sheets. He let her deepen the kiss as he adjusted himself between her, already half hard once again.
“Mmph.”
He pulled away, wiping his mouth as he watched her closely.
“You're blushing.” “I… didn't expect you to be this strong.”
“I could lift you for days.” He smiled and kissed her neck.
“Fuck. I'd like that. You're so bossy.” “I have to be. You’re brother isn't much of a top you know.”
“Ew. Gross. Time out. Go to the corner.”
He chuckled and shut her up with a kiss, reaching into the nightstand for a condom. Fuck he could kiss her for days.
She whined into the kiss when he cupped her face. It didnt feel like a one night stand. It felt so real. It felt like healing an open wound after so many years.
Three whole years without her. Noriaki wondered what she was doing in that time.
He pulled back and kissed her nose, causing a bunch of giggles to leave her throat. His stomach fluttered.
It was good to hear her laugh. He missed her.
He did miss the way they would gossip about people in class. Talk about their favorite topics. How he confided in her about liking guys and the way his heart hurt when she kissed a girl in his class.
He pulled back with a sigh. “I'm going crazy Jouko.”
“Then do something about it.”
She was crying and when he brought a hand to his face he realised he was too. He sniffled, kissing her lips several times. Tearing the condom packet he had left on the mattress open, Noriaki slid it over. Giving himself a few pumps before lining himself against her entrance.
“Shit, wait you have to prep me up. Are you trying to impale me?”
He pulled back, feeling flustered. “I’m not that big.”
“The only cock bigger than yours I've had in me belonged to a girl. And even that was made of plastic.”
He covered his grin, a tiny laugh leaving him. “Stop.”
“I'm serious. No good guys out there.”
She sounded serious. There wasnt a hint of humor in her voice except for the smile on her face. Her smile slowly faded, leaving behind a soft, sad frown.
“Not like you.”
“Shit Jouko dont make me cry.”
The small sorry he heard didn't help and his lips were on hers again, this time a bit more gentle. His hands moved down to her entrance, making sure her feet were spread apart in a comfortable angle before he pressed a digit inside. Jouko nodded as he pressed in further, raking the tip over her walls.
“Nhhm a fuchkinghell.”
“Enjoying yourself?”
She nodded and he pulled out, pressing in two fingers with ease. Jouko moaned as he worked her open, thrusting inside with power and slowly dragging out while pushing against her front walls.
“So good. Ugh, Tenmei.”
He blushed, feeling himself get more riled up at the name. Like she had always belonged to him, addressing him in such a domestic tone.
He scissored her open, ensuring that she was nice and receptive before pulling his finger out and licking them clean.
He took his neglected dick in his hands once more and lined himself again, slowly pushing his tip inside.
“Oh fucking hell Nori. Mh.” “Youre being very noisy. Are you liking this?”
She nodded and he smacked her ass, pushing into her with a grunt. “You’re sucking me in so well Jouko. So good.”
He bottomed out.
“Fucking hell Noriaki!”
Her phone began to ring again
“Fucking hell Noriaki! I'll kill him!”
He laughed, adjusting himself within her as she stretched her arm out, fumbling for her phone.
“Make it stop~! I hate that ringtone now.” She pouted. He had no doubt she would end up chucking the phone across the room.
“Pick it up.”
She gave him a pained expression that said Now? Really?
“Just get it over with.” He kissed her collarbone and she giggled.
“Okay!”
So cute.
Jouko flipped it open, her voice immediately dropping an octave as she spoke.
“What?”
“Youre a dumb fucking bitch you know that right?”
His eyes blew wide open. He hadnt heard that tone from him in a long time. Even when he used to call Jouko while Noriaki was in the room, he used to use a quieter more respectful tone. His stomach churned.
Jouko seemed unbothered, wrapping her legs around Noriaki's hips as she sighed, long and loud into the phone.
“Jotaro, I’m busy.”
“At least hear me out.”
“Sorry if I dont want to listen to you after hearing the words dumb fucking b–”
“Shut up and listen. I’m going to Noriaki's house.”
“Now?”
“I broke up with the other guy. I’m… going to apologise.”
Noriaki frowned at her panicked look, shaking his head, he planted a kiss on her collarbone.
“Tell me what to say.”
“I-i dont know.” She looked down at him but he smiled up at her, slowly beginning to move. “Fuck!”
“What is it?”
“Nothing my rosin tin fell, fuck, on my toe. Uh just. Listen. I dont know if he's going to take you back dude.”
“You're a bitch.”
“Tell me something I dont know.” She sighed. “Are you drunk?”
"Not yet.”
“Great. Jotaro I dont think you sh-should go.”
She glared at him when he moved again, but he was getting impatient. Noriaki set a lazy pace, watching as she struggled to maintain her composure.
“I’m going whether you want me to or not. Its not my fucking fault he's so demanding.”
Noriaki chuckled lightly, earning him another small glare from the girl but he didn't care. He kept rocking his hips into her.
“S-see. Apologising and insulting him in the same sentence isn't going to do shit.” She rolled her eyes into the back of her head before continuing. “Why did you even call me?”
“I don't know what to say. You always do.”
“Fine. Tell him yo-you know you're an asshole and that you dont expect him to get back with you.”
“Tch. Don't act like you're any better. Just because he doesn't like you back doesn't mean you attack me.”
He kissed her jaw again, hands holding her sides as he felt every crevice of her. So he knew that she liked him and never told Noriaki. Asshole. As a brother and a boyfriend. Having the gall to cheat on him like that.
Not that Noriaki was very great himself, but that was besides the point.
“Jotaro. He's my friend and I'm on his side.”
“Yeah, I see the number of friends you bring to your house. Slut.”
“One, it's my damn house and I can bring whoever I want. And two, fuck you. You're an asshole. I'm sick of your shit.”
“Dumb bitch.”
Noriaki took the phone from her grasp and tossed it aside somewhere on the bed. Hands moving to take her wrists again as he kissed her knuckles.
“Look at me.”
She looked up, eyes small and teary. Even though he knew it was wrong, she looked so fucking hot like this.
“Whore. I told you to look at me. Not the ceiling.”
He smiled when she whined, looking at him with hunger.
“Look at me baby, just like that.”
He pushed into her, satisfaction filling him up as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He picked up pace and began thrusting into her.
“Now what are you?” “R-rebound.”
He slapped her ass. “Wrong. What the fuck are you?” “Y-yours.”
“In detail, bitch.”
She moaned. “Yo-your slut! Ah- i-im yours Noriaki. All yours. Please fuck me harder.”
“That was easy wasn't it? Now apologise.”
“I-im sorry im sorry I didnt ah didnt talk to you. I'm sorry I didnt run after you like the greedy whore i am!” She closed her eyes, a huge smile on her face as tears fell down in fat droplets. “Nori!”
“Fuck you're so tight Jouko. Fuck fuck, so fucking good. You’re so good for me, such an obedient little girl.”
“So big! ah its fi-filling me up.”
“You like talking dirty don't you, you little whore.”
“You love it.” She rasped, the smile not leaving her face as she grabbed his back. Holding on tight while he thrusted in roughly. He held the headboard, the loud sound of skin slapping into her echoed in the room as he fucked her harder and harder.
“Fuck fuck fuck Jouko so fucking tight. Do you want to ride me? Like a tiny little whore begging for it.”
She nodded and he maneuvered them around remaining insude of her as they twisted and turned, sheets tangling between his legs. He sat up straight, back against the headboard, losing his mind in lust as she bounced up and down with ease, a tight hand gripping his shoulder. He had been waiting for so long. He didnt know it but he had been waiting.
“N-nori fuck your dick is so fucking big! Ugh fuck– I-i need it.”
“That right? Wanna-fuck- wanna suck it again like a horny teenager?”
She mewled when his hand moved to her clit. He massaged the sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb, greedily raking over her body with his eyes.
She was riding him like her life depended on it. Her breasts bouncing with her every move as her eyes remained closed. She was gorgeous, ruined lipstick and mascara making her even more beautifulthan she was.
He just enjoyed making her cry. Maybe he was a sadist but she was so beautiful. Crying with pleasure like he was the only one who was allowed to make her feel that way.
The wet slaps of skin on skin along with moans held back for too long flooded the room.
“F-fuck Noriaki you're so fucking big, oh N-nori! Shit!”
“Thats right, fucking bounce on it until I make you come.” His free hand gripped her ass, guiding her up and down as he pressed his face in her breasts. He was so close. So fucking close. And she was too, he could feel it. He rubbed her clit faster.
The wooden frame of the bed creaked with every hard thrust of their hips. He could feel bad for the neighbours later.
This was the sweet revenge he needed. The revenge against the man who hurt him. Who hurt her. Who didn't give him the choice of loving her. Who played with his feelings like Noriaki wouldn't dare to leave him even after doing what he did.
“Ugh nori I… I love you. I've been in love with you for s-so damn long. Fuck. I hate him. I hate him so much.”
“I hate him too.” He groaned. “I-if I had my shit together earlier I would have been balls deep inside of you every day.”
She shuddered and leaned against him completely for support as her ass bounced up and down. Her fingers joined his as she tried to reach her climax along with him.
This was so vulgar. Everything about this was vulgar, but he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest as they did it. He loved every bit of it.
“Oh Jouko youre so fucking perfect. I've never felt an ass this round and perfect before.”
“N-nori I’m coming!!”
The door to his room which they had left wide open allowed a familiar figure to barge inside. At the entrance there stood a wide eyed Jotaro. His phone was open in his hand, the call ongoing as he stared at them. Right, he had a spare key to his house.
She shuddered, coming with a loud whine while he thrusted up into her a few times. Noriaki gripped her waist tight as he spilled into the latex inside of her. He helped her ride her high, helping her roll her hips over his as she came down with a sigh. He doubted she had noticed the horrified man at the door.
Jouko’s back was towards Jotaro, while Noriaki faced him directly, offering him a small smile after pulling out of his sister, the cum filled condom barely holding onto his dick.
Jotaro glared at him with the anger of a thousand suns, his face contorting into five different expressions with every second that passed. Eventually he just turned and left, slamming the door behind him.
“What happened? Did the door close on its own?” Jouko turned back with droopy eyes. Too out of it to realise what had transpired.
"Just the wind darling." Noriaki said with a smug smile, his hand moving to grab her waist. She hid her face in his neck, unaware of her surroundings. “I'll go out in a minute. Need to do something. Make yourself at home.”
Jouko mumbled, nodding into his neck. Blissfully unaware of the fight that would transpire in a few moments.
Dialogue is tricky for many reasons, but a good place to start is knowing what shouldn’t even be in dialogue to begin with.
Filler Words
While using words like Um, Uh, Like, ect. can do a lot to show a character’s hesitance or nervousness, there are other great ways to show these emotions without those filler words. Add body language, gestures, facial expressions, or pauses to show the character’s anxiety. I’ve seen ellipses used to denote pauses in dialogue, but only do this if you’re stingy with them.
Also, be economical. Don’t use more words than you need to. When I’m editing my own dialogue, one word I’m always deleting is “that.” If you cut it from the following sentences, they roll off the tongue much easier.
“I didn’t know that she was there.”
“I found out that he was cheating on me.”
“He said that he’d meet us there.”
Long Explanations
Say you’ve just written this fantastic chapter where your protagonist has been through absolute hell, yet they discovered something crucial to your plot. Then, in the next chapter, your protagonist meets up with another character and needs to catch them up on everything that just happened. It is more than okay to say something like, “Sarah told Bill what happened.” Focus instead on how Bill reacts or what he says in response. Readers don’t want to hear an explanation of something they just read, so keep that in mind when recapping events between characters.
Greetings
When I answer the telephone, I say hello. When I see someone at work, I say hey and ask how it’s going. That’s realistic dialogue. But despite its authenticity, it has no place in fiction. Have you ever noticed how people on TV never say goodbye when they’re on the phone? Or they tend to just barge into a scene and start talking? We know people usually greet each other appropriately, but we go with it because we don’t want to waste time on trivialities when we’re enjoying a story.
Character Names
Use character names in dialogue sparingly. When two characters are speaking to each other, it’s redundant to use the other’s name. A general rule of thumb is to only use a character’s name in dialogue when you’re trying to get that character’s attention, or if there are multiple people in the scene and you need to make it clear who she’s speaking to. When in doubt, leave it out!
And some last tips!
-Watch movies or television, or listen to an audio book. Part of learning to write great dialogue is hearing it.
-Find a dialogue heavy scene you enjoy and analyze it! Do some characters speak in only fragments? Do some rarely use contractions? How many simple sentences vs. compound/complex sentences are there? How does the author denote accents or bizarre speaking patterns?
-Read aloud dialogue you’ve written, either by yourself or with a friend.
-If you’re writing prose, write the scene in script format first. Don’t worry about anything except the words inside those quotation marks.
immediately after an interaction: i have GOT to get more normal oh god i need to get more normal immediately i have to get more normal or they're going to hunt me down they're going to hunt me down and flay me for sport
during an interaction: and why not put a little spin on it? why not add some conversational zest?
Things I Keep an Eye Out for When Beta-Reading My Own Work
Beta-reading is undeniably valuable to any author; feedback, constructive criticism, and general suggestions are crucial to improving our writing! However, if you're like me (don't have a beta reader and possibly are too lazy to thoroughly review everything) or are simply a beta reader searching for some guidance, this is going to help you identify what exactly to look for when skimming through a work!
1. Overly Repetitive Wording
Something that tends to remain at the top of my mind are repetitive words and phrases.
Now, don't get me wrong: not all repetition is bad. Repetition can be used to emphasize, foreshadow, and whatnot, but excessive repetition can feel blocky.
If you find words being repeated over and over and can't help but think 'they could probably use a substitute', then they probably need a substitute.
2. Fluid Dialogue
Re-read the dialogue. It can be a brief skim of what they say, but if the conversation feels too fast, it probably is.
And I know what you're thinking: if we're just quickly scanning the text, of course the dialogue is going to feel fast.
But here's the thing. By reading fast, we aren't giving our brains time to create filler scenarios or lines to fill in gaps. If the dialogue ends up feeling chunky, that's likely because some kind of transition is missing.
Dialogue can have fluff, fillers, small, useless talk because that's how we interact with each other in real life. And that's how we transition from topic to topic.
3. Perspective Shifts
Personally, I tend to accidentally change perspectives in the middle of my writing--especially in third person (limited)--if I'm not focused.
I don't consider this inherently a "bad" thing, but what I do check for is that the shift is reasonable and smooth.
If the perspectives go back and forth and back and forth, it might be too confusing. If it's a sudden switch without warning, I would try to fix that too.
4. Smooth Transitions
Similar to my point about dialogue, you want your overall writing to feel smooth. If there's a change in events, whether it be a sudden explosion or a character leaving the hang-out to return home, the transition from this to that should be smooth without an obvious division between the plot points.
If you notice any choppiness, keep that in mind. You can rectify it with some kind of bridging sentence, but if that doesn't work, then just show the time-skip with a physical border, such as dashes to separate the previous paragraph from the next one.
5. Character Screen Time
Keep an eye out for the screen time of important, active characters. Generally speaking, they should be involved, or at least mentioned, throughout the text. If a valuable character just suddenly disappears halfway through a chapter when they're not supposed to, that's a bad sign.
6. General Clunkiness
Treat your beta-read like the first time you're reading the story, whether that is true or not.
If some phrasing, words, or even paragraphs stand out to you not in a good way, keep that in mind. And make sure to have a reason! Because chances are, if you notice something weird "the first time" you're reading this, others might too. They may not care, but if you do, then see what you can do about it!
You can rewrite it, delete it, keep it, whatever you want--it's up to you.
Conclusion
Although I am saying all of this, please remember that you're writing for yourself. It does NOT have to be perfect or beta-read a thousand times to be good. Your readers are likely much less picky with your writing than yourself, so please don't take this post personally.
With that being said, these points are suggestions. Recommendations. Opinionated. NOT FACTS. Feel free to pick and choose, whether that be a couple or none at all! They are also pretty context-reliant, from writing style to the situation at hand, remember that!
If anyone calls me cringe in THIS economy? Its on them.
Like, everything is going to shit, of COURSE I am going to do whatever the fuck i want to. I'm not subjecting myself to the cycle of hatred in the world. I am going to ship my very obvious self insert with my favorite character and there is NOTHING. YOU. CAN. DO. ABOUT. IT.
On another note I will be updating my fanfic soon. A revamp of sorts. College has got a tight hold on me so it might take me a few months.
god so many fanfic writers just need like a basic editor. someone to get rid of the fucking epithets and put some goddamn commas in there somewhere. please. your ideas are good. your technical comprehension of written english is making it unbearable to read your ideas.
My hatred for fanon kakyoin grows with every jotakak post I see. There is some lovely art out there but the way some jjba fans perceive kakyoin is downright disgusting...
And it gets even worse when they genderbend him. Absolutely the fuck not... WHY WHY DO THEY DRAW HIM SO SMALL with those stupid yaoi proportions.
I will draw my genderbend kakyoin and one up these motherfuckers.
Just because jotaro is shitty towards woman and is clearly misogynistic does NOT MAKE HIM GAY guys wtf.
I scroll down ao3 to find fanfics of him with any male pairing (weathertaro content is so sparse I have to imagine kakyoin is weather.) And I find bullshit like this:
"Jotaro hates woman but that's because he likes men."
I will punch you in the throat.
If I find a way man who hates women, but "its fine because hes gay." I will kill you. This is a threat. I will find you and kill you.
THIS ALSO GOES FOR SOME OF YOU FUCKERS WITH NAOYA. I SEE YOU AND I HATE YOU AS MUCH AS I HATE HIM.
I dont think people around me can understand my carnal need for a woman to come into my room, pin me onto my bed and make out with me sloppy style. I need this extremely bad right now this is not a joke.
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