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Notes: I promised myself to not write something too kinky for this week, but I had really troubles for this last day so I asked a friend for a ship and a kink of their choices and they asked me this.
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How they came to have this relationship, neither of them knew it.
Was it their mutual hate for the Joestars? Or the fact that they wanted to dominate each other? Dio didn’t know, but he liked the fact that Kars was pounding his huge cock inside of him, grasping his hips with his long claws, not caring if it broke his skin.
It was nice, feeling a hot body pressed against his, moving roughly, snapping his hips against his ass in a quick pace. Dio threw his head back, his golden hair sticking to his face and his mouth open wide in a silent scream.
They didn’t love each other, of course, in their hearts there was no place for love, but Dio could admit he was rather fond of Kars, even if he would never tell him that. He was the only person (even if calling him person was a joke itself) that was able to understand Dio to the fullest. Their conversations were cordial despite their personalities, it was nice spending time together alone in Dio’s room during the day, when Dio couldn’t go out because of the annoying sun.
And honestly, the sex was amazing, it was pure physical pleasure, one that neither of them couldn’t ignore. They had their needs and who better than each other was good to resolve them?
Kars groaned against him, his teeth were dangerously close to Dio’s neck, snapping threatening in a threatening sound. Dio wasn’t stupid, even if Kars could easily go without food, he knew he missed the taste of his favourite food. Humans turned into vampires, just like him, who had rejected his humanity to gain more power a hundred of years before.
Dio was a selfish man, he had always been, even when he was still a poor human, he wanted to have and feel everything. He let out a small laugh and lifted his head, his fangs shone in the darkness of the room.
“Do you want to eat me, oh perfect being?” Dio licked his lips, watching how Kars clenched his jaw and turned his eyes down at him with fury. Dio pushed his hips back against the cock inside of him, before extending the muscles of his neck to give Kars a better access. “If you want to bite, you can, didn’t you want everything?”
Kars growled, Dio’s request didn’t take him by surprise and opened his mouth to let him see his sharp teeth, before he bit down on the tanned skin. The pain was horrible, Dio screamed in agony, clawing the sheets with his long, black nails until he ripped them.
Kars was chewing on his flesh like a rabbit dog, his teeth were so sharp they tore the skin like it was butter. Dio felt his own blood running down his chest and neck, drawing a pool of red under him. If he concentrated enough, he could taste his own blood on his lips, there was just too much and Kars kept biting him, enjoying his meal with great enthusiasm.
However, in the fog of pain, Dio felt Kars continuing to move his hips against him, hitting his prostate with firm thrusts. Dio chuckled, his voice was hoarse and his throat felt so tight he might puke, but there was no way he could keep his tongue in check.
“Do I taste good, Lord Kars? From the look of it, you’re really eager to eat me.” The mockery in his voice was clear, they could be allies but Dio still didn’t want to make Kars feel like he was dominating him. No, this wasn’t right, he would fight with his teeth and claws as much as he could to not look submissive.
Strangely, Kars didn’t take the mockery as an insult, instead he stopped chewing on his skin and looked up at him, his chin covered in blood and pieces of flesh. He sent Dio a bloody grin, his eyes dark with a twisted pleasure.
“Aren’t you the one who is enjoying all of this, letting me eat you while staying under me, pushing your hips against my cock like a bitch in heat?” Those words angered Dio, he opened his mouth ready to shout at him, but Kars had already bit him again, this time he had sunk his teeth just under the scar on his neck and ripped the skin off. The sound that made Dio’s flesh was something he had only heard in his nightmares, so sickening and horrible, he saw white for just a moment before the insistent pounding in his ass made him snap out his daze.
Dio glared down at Kars, his face was dirtied of his own blood. it felt disgusting, but at the same time he loved how eager Kars was to sink his teeth in his flesh, like a little boy in front of a candy.
Dio gritted his teeth, he could feel his orgasm starting to build up in his stomach. Between the pain and the pleasure, he didn’t know where he started and where he ended, but he managed to lift his arm to wrap his fingers around his hard length pressing against his abdomen, stroking it vigorously to reach his orgasm faster.
Kars didn’t even notice what Dio was doing, too focused on his own pleasure to care. He moaned against him, drinking his blood and eating his flesh, his dick grew harder in Dio’s ass, making him feel just how much he loved this situation. Really, Dio just wanted to laugh, he had him wrapped around his finger so easily, it wasn’t even funny.
But the fun was meant to end and after a few thrusts they both came, screaming like animals, grunting against each other at the reaching of their orgasm.
Kars didn’t lose time and slipped out of Dio, his big cock was hanging against his balls. He looked down at Dio, inspecting the damage he done to him. He licked his lips, tasting more of the other’s blood, before he pushed two fingers inside of one of Dio’s injury that had started to heal itself.
“Better call some women, you’ll need their blood, I hadn’t been kind with you.” Dio laughed at his words, grinning up at Kars with malice. “I’m glad you aren’t kind, it would have been boring if you had been.”
Kars pursued his lips but said nothing. He lifted himself from the bed and walked towards the door, not caring if he was naked or if Dio’s blood was still running down his chin.
Dio laid on the bed, looking up without interest. He touched his neck, feeling that the injury there was starting to have difficulties in healing. He better call Vanilla Ice, he had to go out hunting that night.
Notes:This is the longest fic I’ve written for the week. I love these two so much, I hope to see more of them honestly.
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Josuke didn’t have a crush on his best friend’s brother. Not at all.
The mere idea was ridiculous, he was two years older than him but he looked like he was in his twenties or something. That fact, however, only made him look more alluring in Josuke’s eyes, who kept staring at him even if he knew it wasn’t proper.
Every time he went to Okuyasu’s house, his gaze lingered on Keicho more times than he actually wanted, but he couldn’t help but observe the muscles in Keicho’s arm flex when he grabbed the bottle of water in the fridge or the way he tiredly placed his head on his palm when he came home after a particularly hard shift.
Josuke was always embarrassed when Keicho caught him staring. More than once, Keicho gave him one of his sexy smirks that made Josuke’s knee feel weak and he had to turn his attention elsewhere before he popped a boner right there.
Okay, maybe he had a little crush, but the possibilities that Keicho was interested in him were nearly zero and Josuke didn’t want to have broken heart over him.
Josuke sighed and looked around himself. He was in the Nijimura’s house today because Okuyasu had invited him to spend the night there, but just the thought of sharing the same space as Keicho was making his head feel dizzy.
“Josuke! My bro wants you!” Okuyasu’s voice made him snap out his thoughts and Josuke stood up from where he was sitting to look to his friend, tilting his head to a side. “Uh?”
Okuyasu’s head popped from the other room, searching for him with his small eyes. When he found him, he lifted his arm and motioned Josuke to come closer. “Big bro wants your help with the cooking, he said to get your ass there now.”
Josuke’s throat felt dry, just the thought of spending some time alone with Keicho was making him sweat, but the perspective was also alluring. He nodded distractedly to Okuyasu, then his feet began to walk for themselves to bring him towards the kitchen, where he could heard a chopping sound coming from there.
He swallowed, he counted until ten in his head to calm himself down before he stepped in the kitchen. The first thing he saw was Keicho’s wide back, the white top wasn’t giving much space to the imagination, it was hugging his curves perfectly and Josuke had to touch his chin to be sure he wasn’t drooling. Keicho’s triceps flexed when he brought down the knife, chopping the carrot in his hand in many pieces before grabbing the next one beside of him.
Josuke would have spent all day looking at him but, remembering Okuyasu’s words, he coughed awkwardly to get Keicho’s attention. “You called?”
Keicho didn’t even turn around to greet him, but he stopped chopping the carrots to lift his hand and curl his fingers to signal Josuke to come closer. The boy felt his hands shaking, but did as he was told and took place beside Keicho, not missing the chance to take a good look of his strong fingers tapping against the counter. Finally, Keicho’s moved his gaze on him and Josuke immediately turned his attention on the cooking pan on the stove, feeling his cheeks turning hot at the mere attention.
He heard Keicho chuckle amused, but he was too embarrassed to turn and check if that had been real or it was just his imagination.
“Alright, check that the chicken doesn’t burn, add oil when you see that it has dried up too much.” It was a simple task, Josuke could do it easily, but just the thought of Keicho staying beside him made him ten times more nervous.
They spent some minutes in silence, neither of them opened their mouths to speak and Josuke didn’t even felt like risking another glance towards Keicho. He could feel his warmth against his arm and it’s giving him goosebumps all over his skin.
“Josuke.” Keicho’s voice snapped him out from his daze and Josuke quickly turned towards him, his eyes wide like he had been caught doing something wrong. “You’ve been spacing out.”
Josuke let a small laugh out, giving a nervous smile to him. “Yeah, sorry… just thinking about… stuff, you know.”
There was an amused spark in Keicho’s eyes and a small grin was making its way on his face. He placed the knife down the counter, then he turned his body towards Josuke. The boy held his breath when their chests brushed against his each other, he was confused and turned on and he didn’t know if he should listen to his dick or his head.
Keicho placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned his face forward until his nose pumped against Josuke’s. “You should relax, you seem too tense…” He whispered, his voice was so low it made Josuke’s body tremble. He wanted to say something, but no words came out from his mouth and he was sure he looked like he was going to have a heart-attack soon.
Keicho ducked his head to a side and placed his face against Josuke’s neck. He inhaled deeply, then he let out a puff of air that tickled his skin. Josuke flushed red at that, Keicho was smelling him and he didn’t know if that was turning him on or was just making him uncomfortable.
“You smell of hair-products… I’m not surprised…” Keicho whispered against his skin, before he took a step back. He turned towards the vegetables on the counter and he began to cut them again, like nothing had just happened. Josuke’s knees felt like jelly, he thought that maybe what had happened was just a fragment of his imagination, even if he could still feel Keicho’s breath against his skin and that was enough to make his dick twitch in his pants.
Before this situation could get even more embarrassing, Josuke turned towards the stove and added a bit of oil, he noticed that his fingers were trembling. He put the bottle of oil down, he didn’t want to make it fall accidentally, he needed to calm himself down, he was getting excited over nothing, this needed to stop-
Josuke jumped when he felt a hand on his ass, he unconsciously let out a small moan. His eyes immediately found Keicho’s, who hadn’t retreated his hand yet and was watching him with a lust-filled gaze. “Such a cute sound… will you scream for me if I do this?”
Keicho squeezed his ass roughly, he sunk his fingers in Josuke’s rear so hard it hurt, but Josuke’s mind was elsewhere, he couldn’t still believe that Keicho was really touching him, that he was giving him the attention he had seeked so much, he could cry for how happy he was.
Josuke was grabbing the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles had turned white, but that was the only thing that was stopping his legs to give out. Keicho seemed to notice this and he smiled amused at him.
“If you want we can continue tonight if you come to my room…” He gave another squeeze to his ass before he retreated his hand and continued cooking like nothing had happened.
Josuke stared at him, his eyes so wide and his heart drumming in his chest. He wanted to ask Keicho a million of things, but his voice wouldn’t come out.
The only thing he was sure about, was that he couldn’t wait for the night to arrive soon.
Dinner was wonderful, but Josuke couldn’t fully enjoy the food. He was vibrating with excitement, he kept sending looks towards Keicho, but the other was behaving like nothing had happened between them and it quite hurt Josuke.
After dinner, Okuyasu asked if he wanted to play something and Josuke’s thoughts about Keicho - who had gone to his own room, or so it seemed - disappeared for a few hours. But when Okuyasu started to say he was sleepy, they bid farewell and his friend told him he could sleep on the sofa, he suddenly remembered Keicho’s words.
With his heart beating like a crazy, he stepped in the silent house. Every step sounded too loud, many times that this was all a joke crossed Josuke’s mind but if he had even a small chance of getting what he wanted, he would take it, no matter the result.
He stopped when he stood in front of Keicho’s room, it was funny how a piece of wood looked this threatening, but Josuke forced him to lift his arm and knocked three times. He waited for an answer, every second seemed like a hour, then Keicho’s deep voice came from the other side.
“Come in.”
Josuke turned down the doorknob and entered, closing the door behind himself before his eyes landed on Keicho’s figure who was comfortably sitting on the bed. He was still dressing in his white top, there was a strange light in his eyes that made Josuke shudder.
“What are you standing there? Come here.” Keicho patted his knees, motioning him to join him on the bed. Trembling, Josuke did as he was told and stepped closer to him until he was a few centimetres from him, not really knowing what to do.
Keicho held his hand out and grabbed Josuke’s wrist, pulling him closer. Josuke stumbled on his own foot and ended up knocking the both of them on the soft mattress. He took a few seconds to appreciate the warmth against his body, before he lifted his head to look at Keicho. His cheeks flushed red, he opened his mouth to say something but he immediately closed it when he saw the amusement crossing Keicho’s face.
“I didn’t know you were this eager, Josuke, well, I shouldn’t be surprised, after all you always undress me with your eyes every time you come over.” Keicho’s hand came to rest on his ass, Josuke flushed red when he felt it stroke his cheeks. He let out a small whine and nested his face on Keicho’s neck, his hands curled against the front of his uniform, but Keicho didn’t comment on it and kept stroking his nice butt like he was trying to memorize it.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Keicho’s fingers sneaked between his cheeks to push against Josuke’s clothed entrance, he added the pressure for a few seconds before easing it and gently rub around it. Josuke inhaled sharply, no one beside himself had ever touched him there, it felt so different yet he wished Keicho to continue and mentally prayed he wouldn’t stop.
“It was cute, you know? Watching you lusting after me, trying to be subtle… but it was clear what you wanted…” Keicho’s warm breath directly hit his ear, every word he said was sending shivers down his spine and made his dick throb in his pants. Josuke was embarrassed, there was no doubt about it, but he didn’t want Keicho to stop, this situation was (surprisingly) turning him on more than he would have thought.
“Have you jacked off while thinking about me? Touching you like this? You did, right?” Yes, yes, I did, Josuke wanted to say but he couldn’t find the strength to talk when Keicho suddenly rolled them on the mattress. Josuke let out a yelp, his back was pressed against the soft sheets and Keicho was hovering at top of him with a smirk crossing his face.
The man ducked his head down, brushing their lips together but not quite pressing them together. “I’ll ruin you, you’re going to be a mess once I’m over with you.” That sounded like a promise, a promise that made Josuke flush and at the same time he grew even more excited.
He nodded slowly, watching with blown eyes how Keicho slightly pulled back to unbutton his uniform with steady fingers. When Josuke had just his yellow undershirt on, Keicho grabbed the zips on his chest and pulled them down, exposing his perky nipples to the world to see. Keicho didn’t make him wait, he brushed his thumbs against them to see at Josuke’s reaction, who was so surprised by the sudden touch that moaned a little too loud. He quickly covered his mouth, his cheeks had taken a deeper red and he looked like he was on the verge of passing out, but Keicho merely chuckled and touched his nipples again, making Josuke let out that sweet sound one more time.
“Cute…” Keicho muttered, feeling the little nubs growing harder under his fingers. “Do you like it when I touch you here?” Keicho’s voice had taken a deeper tone, he ducked his head down to brush his lips against Josuke’s throat, the vibrations of his drumming beat of his heart pulsed against Keicho.
Josuke’s hands clumsy grabbed Keicho’s top, he felt the muscles of his back tensing under his fingertips, Keicho’s breath was so warm against his skin it made him whimper like a small animal that had been caught.
“If you want something, you just have to ask.” The honest sweetness in Keicho’s words surprised Josuke, but he quickly snapped out of it. Trembling, he nuzzled his cheeks against Keicho to have his attention and, once the man had lifted his head to ask what he wanted, Josuke licked his dry lips and brushed their noses together.
“C-Can I have a kiss?” It was nothing more than a whisper, but in the silent room, his words echoed like he had shouted them. Keicho’s lips curled up in a warm smile, he tilted his head and slowly pressed their mouths together in a tender kiss. Keicho’s hands roamed on Josuke’s body until they laid on his waist. Josuke moaned in the kiss, he pressed himself against Keicho with desperation, he wanted to feel more of the other, but Keicho took things slowly, his thumbs were caressing Josuke’s sides with care, he wasn’t in a hurry, but it was making Josuke go crazy.
“K-Keicho… please…” Josuke managed to beg after Keicho pulled back, the man at top of him smiled, then one of his hands went lower until his fingers grasped the hem of Josuke’s pants firmly. The boy’s breath itched in his throat, his whole body was growing hotter by the minute and Keicho’s hands on him were making it worse - not that he particularly minded, of course -, Josuke felt like he might combust right here and there, he wanted to tell Keicho many things, but only moans escaped from his lips.
“I can feel you pressing against me… it’s really cute.” Keicho whispered, slowly pulling down Josuke’s pants and underwear to his thighs to look at the needy half-hard erection pressing against his stomach. Keicho placed a finger on the tip, that mere touch was enough to make Josuke moan, and chuckled under his breath. “You’re already covered in pre-come… you really want this, uhm?”
“Y-Yes… please…” Josuke placed his trembling hands on Keicho’s shoulders, clutching the fabric tightly every time the man moved the finger that laid at top of his cock. He felt his cheeks flush darker when Keicho wrapped his strong fingers around his length and he bit his lower lip to not be too loud. God’s forbid he woke up Okuyasu now.
“Already begging? That’s nice, I like when you’re respectful.” Keicho’s tone was filled with lust, his hand moved down and up the length, purposely at a really slow pace to make Josuke feel every single movement. The boy clenched his teeth and shut his eyes, he wanted Keicho to touch him more deeply but he was too embarrassed to say that, inside of him there was still a little pride that stopped him from turning in a mess.
Josuke’s hips jerked forward, silently asking for more, but Keicho merely laughed and held him in place. Truthfully, if only Josuke wanted it, he could easily make Keicho do what he wanted, but there was simply something exciting in being there under him, powerless with Keicho that could do literally anything to him.
He snapped out his thoughts when he felt a warm breath beside his ear. He shuddered and tried to turn his head, but Keicho lightly bit his ear to not make him move. The hand on him kept getting rougher and rougher, it alternated between a fast and a slow stroke. It was making Josuke go crazy, when Keicho finally decided to go faster, he immediately slowed down again.
“K-Keicho--” Josuke could barely whisper his name, he was so overwhelmed he could feel the tears in his eyes were threatening to fall. He wrapped his arms around Keicho’s neck and lifted his head, he could feel the muscles behind his nape starting to ache but he didn’t care, he wanted to press his lips against Keicho no matter what. From that position, he couldn’t reach his mouth, so he settled for some trembling kiss against his jaw and neck, but it was fine, at least he got to taste him in a way.
Keicho watched him with interest, his eyes were dark with desire and the strokes had gotten rougher. Josuke moaned in disappointment when the hand on him left him, but before he could say anything two fingers pushed in his mouth and Josuke could taste the flavour of his own cum.
“These lips… are really something…” Keicho muttered interested, his fingers caught Josuke’s tongue and extended it until the boy had to open his mouth. Droll was running down his chin, he tried to talk but all that came out his mouth were strange gurgles that couldn’t be called “human”. Keicho didn’t seem bothered by them, instead he parted his mouth and, with the tip of his tongue, he traced the corners of Josuke’s lips with such precision it seemed like he knew them since forever.
Josuke should have been disgusted by such action, instead he was immensely turned on. Each time Keicho’s tongue touched him, it was like a fire had been lit inside of him, it burned so much it was giving Josuke some difficulties but he just needed to look at Keicho for all his fears to disappear.
Finally, Keicho stopped teasing him with his tongue and looked down at him with amused and lust-filled eyes. “Josuke… why don’t you suck my cock?”
A shiver ran down Josuke’s back. The proposition was tempting, his cock gave a violet throb, but on the other hand… he had never given a blowjob in his life, he didn’t want Keicho to laugh at his inexperience, no matter how much he wished to wrap his lips around his cock.
Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Keicho pulled back from him and stood up with his hands carefully placed on his belt. Josuke sat up on the bed, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Keicho while he slowly unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants on the floor, remaining with a pair of black boxers that hugged his thighs perfectly. Josuke’s eyes immediately went to his crotch, where he could see the shape of his erected cock through the fabric.
Keicho didn’t move, he waited patiently with his feet planted on the ground. Josuke took some seconds to understand what the other boy wanted, but when he realized the meaning of that calm gaze, he scrambled to his feet and walked closer to Keicho.
He couldn’t stop trembling, he was so excited, his cock was standing proud against his abs. Truthfully, he could easily tuck himself back in his underwear, he wasn’t really thinking clearly in that moment, not when he fell on his knees and looked up at Keicho like he was looking a some sort of divinity.
Keicho ran his fingers in the boy’s hair, making Josuke melt against him when he scratched the scalps with his nails. “I really like your expression, Josuke, you’re begging me to take advantage of you…” Keicho’s smile turned into a grin and he flexed his fingers against Josuke’s head. “I’ll help you out, if you really don’t know what to do.”
Josuke nodded, nervousness was clear on his features. He wanted to be good for Keicho, he wanted to make him feel good like the other had done to him. He shook his head when he realized he was once again starting to lose focus and opted to turn his head up to wait for Keicho to give him instructions.
Keicho gently pushed his head forward, until Josuke’s nose bumped against his groin. “Just try licking it to see if you like it…” Josuke nodded, he couldn’t take his eyes away from the bulge in front of him. To get more stability, he placed his hands on Keicho’s thighs and slowly leaned forward, parting his lips to let his tongue slip out.
With more than a little hesitation, Josuke gave a small lick at Keicho’s groin, tasting the material of the boxers and the man’s rich flavour. The taste wasn’t bad, if Josuke was honest with himself he quite liked it, it was just so particular it made him want to have more of it.
Gaining confidence in himself, Josuke began to run his tongue on Keicho’s groin, he went lower each time until he brushed against his tight balls before he moved his head up again to tease the big length in front of him. With satisfaction, he noticed that Keicho’s breath was starting to be even more irregular and the hand on his head tensed every time Josuke gave a long lick against it.
They went like this for a few minutes, then Josuke had mustered enough courage to pull down Keicho’s boxer until they hit the floor. When he saw his cock Josuke was caught off guard. It was definitely bigger than he thought it would be, it wasn’t kidding in both length and thickness, it curved slightly towards his abdomen and had big vein running all over his right side.
Josuke swallowed, even if he was a bit afraid to take that in his mouth, he could feel his cock getting harder at the mere sight. Keicho’s fingers started to caress him again, encouraging him to go on.
Josuke tilted his head and pressed a quick kiss on the head, then he ran his tongue down the length to get as much pre-cum as he could, drinking it eagerly like it was honey. Someone could say that the taste was disgusting, but for Josuke it was the best drink he had ever taken.
“Josuke…” Keicho breathed out, looking down at the boy with eyes filled with lust. “Take me in your mouth ngh- I want to see you getting choked by my cock.” If it was possible, Josuke grew even more hot at his words and they gave him the courage he needed.
Josuke opened his mouth wide and took the head of Keicho’s cock inside of it, he tried really hard to not bite down on the sensitive skin, knowing very well that it wouldn’t be pleasant. He stopped for a moment to feel Keicho’s length inside of his mouth, it was strange, different, but not less pleasant from when Josuke had licked him through his underwear.
He took more inches inside of him, sloppily sucking the head. Drool was falling from his chin on his neck, but Josuke didn't care about it, not when he could listen to Keicho’s soft grunts. His jaw was aching for how much open it was, but Josuke didn't even notice, he was too deep in his own pleasure to care.
But once Keicho’s cock brushed against the back of his throat, he immediately pulled back and began to cough violently, he willed down the bile that was raising up his throat, but he had difficulty to regain his breath.
“Hey, careful, careful there.” Keicho stroked Josuke’s hair with care, his hand roamed to the back of the boy’s neck and stroked it while he kept muttering sweet words to him. Josuke lifted his teary eyes to look at Keicho, his body was trembling but the biggest emotion he was feeling was the shame that was washing over him. Keicho didn't seem to mind, instead he kept petting him until he calmed down.
“Don't try taking me all inside of your mouth, it doesn't matter if you can't.” Keicho said,brushing his thumb against Josuke’s lips to clean the drool and the cum on them. “Do you want to keep going?”
Josuke nodded, he straightened his back and returned to his previous position. No matter how much he felt embarrassed, the fact that he wanted to make Keicho feel good hadn't changed.
Josuke took the dick in front of him in his mouth again, this time there was no hesitation in his actions, he swallowed until he was half way then he stopped again to breath through his nose. That was his limit if he went further he was going to choke again.
Josuke thought back at the porn videos he had seen with Okuyasu and Koichi (Koichi had been forced to watch them, but he had liked them too), he pulled back then leaned forward again. He was slow at first, he needed to taste the waters, but the more he went on, the more he gained confidence about his abilities, he hollowed his cheeks a few times and let his instincts take over.
“I think ah- you’re enjoying this more than I am…” Keicho chuckled at top of him, his fingers tightened around Josuke’s hair. Josuke hummed around him, the vibrations of his voice made Keicho curse under his breath and he allowed himself to give a small thrust forward.
Josuke nearly choked, a few tears spilled down his cheeks, but he kept going on and on, moving his head up and down. Finally, after minutes he had been working on Keicho’s cock, the man at top of him murmured a warning - his tone was too filled with lust to speak properly - but Josuke continued his movements without caring and not even a moment later he felt something warm going down his throat.
It was dense and sticky, it made Josuke stop his head and wait until Keicho had finished. He pulled back and, when he had only the tip in his mouth, he gave a small suck to drink all the cum that remained in Keicho’s cock.
Keicho waited a few seconds before guiding his dick out Josuke’s mouth and fell on his knees to inspect the mess in the boy’s mouth.
“Have you swallowed everything?” He asked with such a sweet tone that Josuke could only nod. “Fuck… you’re so good…” Keicho placed a small kiss against Josuke’s parted lips and sneaked his hands on his waist to help him getting up.
Josuke’s head felt light, there were so many things he wanted to say, but his cock was throbbing so much he couldn’t find the right words. Keicho guided him towards the bed and sat down, then he helped Josuke straddle his lap until the boy was sitting on him with each leg beside his thighs.
Keicho’s fingers travelled down until they reached the crest of his asscheeks and he brushed against his naked asshole. Josuke tensed in his arms but he felt a spark of pleasure run down his spine. He was both curious and scared, but Keicho quickly eased his fears.
“Can I finger you? I’ll only use one, I promise you won’t feel any pain.” Even if Josuke was nervous, his curiosity won over him and he nodded shyly, hiding his face against the crook of Keicho’s neck.
He heard him grab something from the nightstand and the distinct sound of a cap being snapped open, Josuke wanted to ask what was he doing but he got his answer soon enough. A broad finger pressed against his hole, it was all lubed up but it still made Josuke tense. Keicho pressed his lips against his neck, then he pushed the finger inside of him, stretching him with a calm that Josuke would have never given to him.
It was strange, uncomfortable, but Josuke’s cock kept getting harder. He briefly wondered if he was a masochist, but this thought was soon scattered when Keicho curled his finger inside of him and pressed against something.
Josuke let out surprised yelp, he grasped Keicho’s shoulders with such force he was sure he was going to leave red marks on him, but neither of them cared. Keicho smiled against the crook of his neck and kept pushing against that spot, making Josuke jump each time his prostate was hit.
“K-Keicho--” Josuke wanted to ask him to touch his cock, he wanted to cum so bad but every time he opened his mouth it came out only a mess of words. Thankfully, Keicho seemed to understand and wrapped his broad fingers around him once again, pumping his cock each time he pressed that sweet spot inside of him.
After all the emotions he had suffered that day, it didn’t take more than three strokes for Josuke to come. His body jerked forward then it relaxed once again, Josuke had never come that hard in his life, it had felt so good being touched in that way he had started to cry.
Josuke didn’t even register Keicho’s hands leaving him and he barely acknowledged the fact that he made him lay on the bed before leaving him there. Josuke was so tired, he was cold too, now that the warm glow of his orgasm had disappeared, he hugged himself in search of some heat.
After a minute that for him lasted a hour, Keicho returned to the bed and wrapped his strong arms around Josuke, guiding his head against his chest. Josuke inhaled slowly, Keicho smelled of rose and fresh and it didn’t take him long to understand that he had washed himself before returning to bed. It was just a small gesture, but it still touched Josuke.
“Josuke.” The boy lifted his head to look at Keicho, who was staring at him with his beautiful eyes. “I like you.”
Hearing those words was like hitting the jackpot. Josuke felt fresh tears forming in his eyes, he opened his mouth but he closed it again, he didn’t know what to say, he was so overwhelmed by that situation. He wanted to tell him he did too, but no words came out.
“Don’t worry, I know your answer.” Keicho laughed, placing a kiss against his forehead. “You were rather obvious with your feelings, you know?”
Josuke flushed at those words, but at the same time he felt immensely happy. His heart kept beating in his chest like a crazy, there were simply too many things he wanted to say he couldn’t choose one.
He was snatched away from his thoughts when Keicho laid two fingers under his chin and lifted his head until their noses brushed together.
“I hope you won’t mind coming here more often.” Keicho grinned and Josuke shyly returned the smile. His eyes fluttered close and he leaned forward to press their lips together.
This was surely a night he would remember forever.
Notes: I’ve written this at least 3 times until I was satisfied with the result. KeiJosu is one of my favourite ships, shame on me for not writing them sooner!
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“It’s going to be full moon this Monday.” Keicho told him while they were comfortably sitting on the couch. Well, Keicho was the one who was sitting down, Josuke had taken the rest of the couch and had laid his head on Keicho’s thighs, letting his boyfriend pet his head like he was a puppy.
However, at those words, his body stilled and looked up at him and noticed that Keicho was looking at him too, his expression contorted in one of concern. Josuke chewed his bottom lip, his eyes full of worry. “Will you be alright?”
Keicho’s fingers that were in his hair tensed for a moment, before they began to pet Josuke again with soft strokes. “Yes, but I’ll probably seek you out, can you take it or do you want Okuyasu to chain me in the basement? I know it can be tiring for you to take care of me when I’m a wolf.”
Josuke took a deep breath, listening to the beat of his heart. Having a werewolf boyfriend wasn’t easy, once a month he became a big-ass giant wolf who had only in mind one thing: to go to his mate. It didn’t really bother Josuke, but the first time that had happened he had been so scared he had broke down in tears when Keicho had pinned him down the ground. It was the first and only time he had thought Keicho would kill him and he could still feel his feral breath against his skin. It gave him goosebumps even now that he was thinking about it.
After that disastrous first time, they had learned to know each other and the other full moons went better. They didn’t really do anything sexual during those (Josuke wasn’t a fan of zoophilia so, no, thank you very much), Keicho only needed his presence to calm down and they usually hugged each other until the morning when Keicho could take his human form again.
Josuke sucked a breath and sat up on the couch, taking Keicho’s cheeks between his hands and pressed their lips together. If Keicho was surprised by that gentle gesture, he didn’t show it, instead he placed his warm palms on his waist and reciprocated the kiss, pressing his mouth firmly against Josuke’s.
“I don’t want to see you in chains, you can come to me when you want… I like to cuddle with you when you’re all fluffy.” Josuke giggled, letting his hands travel down until they reached his shoulders and he squeezed them firmly.
When they pulled back, Josuke sighed uncomfortable and lifted one of his arms to adjust the tight binder around his chest. Keicho tilted his head, watching him with interest but he was smart to not move his hands to help him.
“You know, you can take it off when you’re here, I don’t mind it.” Keicho whispered, nuzzling his face against Josuke’s neck, sniffing it deeply to get hold of his sweet scent.
Josuke smiled awkwardly, his hands found their way in Keicho’s blond hair and he began to run his nails in his scalp. “I know, you always tell me… but I feel better with it on…” Keicho hummed against his neck and began to kiss it lightly, lingering his lips there for a few seconds. Josuke shuddered, that place was always sensitive and every time Keicho decided it was fun to shower it with attention.
“I know, I don’t want to sound demanding or anything, I won’t ask you again if it makes you feel uncomfortable.” Keicho muttered against his skin, lifting his head to smile at Josuke. The boy felt his cheeks turn in deeper shade of red, Keicho was really handsome, even if he was only two years older than him, he had a charm that only an adult had. Josuke didn’t mind that at all.
“Y-You just want to grope my boobs, admit it.” Josuke said back, trying to lighten the mood. Keicho stared at him for a moment before he chuckled and pressed his face against Josuke’s flat chest.
“What are you saying?” He laughed, turning his eyes upwards. “I can do that even now, you know?” Josuke wanted to give him a smart reply, but he was distracted by something else.
Keicho hadn’t realized that his wolf ears had come out - they usually did when he was excited or happy - and to Josuke he looked like a smiling puppy rather than a handsome boy now.
Immediately, without saying another word, Josuke’s fingers found Keicho’s fluffy ears and he began to lavish them with attention, carefully handling them like they were the most precious treasure of the world. Keicho let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes in a bliss. It was a pity that his tail hadn’t come out too, Josuke missed the opportunity to look at it swing right to left, showing him just how much happy Keicho was in that moment.
“You’re really cute, my cute giant puppy!” Josuke grinned and pressed his lips against Keicho’s forehead, eyes, cheeks, jaw but he purposely avoided his mouth. He heard him growl under him, but he didn’t find it threatening at all. Instead, he lightly bit on his nose and laughed when Keicho let out a soft grunt.
His laughs quickly died down when Keicho tightened his grip around his waist and lifted him up like he weighed nothing. Josuke let out a small scream, he wrapped both of his legs and arms around Keicho, holding him close. He heard his boyfriend chuckling amused, his voice vibrated against his chest. He walked until he was standing in the middle of the room, so Josuke didn’t have anything to lean on except for Keicho.
“Are you going to give me a kiss or what?” His boyfriend asked, placing his hands on Josuke’s thighs to have a better grip on him. Josuke pouted, but he couldn’t stay mad at him for long, simply because Keicho’s wolf ear were just too adorable and he wanted to touch them again, but he wanted to be sure he wasn’t going to fall before he did that.
“Alright, alright, you get your kiss! Jesus, you’re such a demanding puppy when you want to be one…” Josuke leaned forward and gave a small peck on Keicho’s lips before pulling back after it hadn’t even passed a second.
Keicho growled, his ears twitched annoyed, but Josuke simply smiled at him. “You’ll get the rest when you’ll put me down.”
Keicho looked like he wanted to disagree with that, but in the end he did as he was told and placed Josuke down, but not after he gave a small squeeze to his round ass. Josuke sighed content, but kept holding Keicho closer to him, taking advantage of the fact that werewolves were warmer than a human being.
“I’m so going to stay away from you during summer… you’ll make me combust...” Josuke mumbled, nuzzling his face against Keicho’s broad chest. His boyfriend huffed amused, running his nails on his back, making Josuke arch under his touch.
Keicho was a werewolf, Josuke was human, their life was going to be hard, but together they were both sure they could reach the happiness they yearned for.
Warnings: it’s set between Vento Aureo and Stone Ocean, but that’s not really important
Notes: this fic has been staying in my pc since months, but I never had the will to finish it. When I noticed that one of the prompts of the week fitted with this fic, it gave me the will to finally finish it lol
Holly sang one of the old american songs her father used to hear her when she was little and swung her hips in time with the music, putting one foot of the other in a clumsy dance.
She tasted the soup with a little spoon and, seeing how it was still sweet, she added more salt before turning the stove off to let it cold down. She was so happy, her darling son was coming with her little brother and she couldn't wait to see them, it had been years since she had seen the both of them together!
Holly started to peel one of the potatoes, her hands nearly shaking for the excitement. But in her heart she was also afraid, she thought that something could go wrong and she didn't want to upset either member of her family.
“Still worried about today?”
Holly yelped surprised and let the potato fall from her hands on the floor. She turned around with a cute pout crossing her plump lips.
“Tomo-chan, you scared me!”
Tomoko laughed amused and wrapped her slender arms around Holly’s waist. Her bright eyes roamed on Holly’s beautiful body and a satisfied smile tugged her lips.
“You look dashing, I want to eat you all up, Seiko.” Tomoko wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive, comical way that made Holly giggle. “Seiko” was the name she had taken when she moved to Japan and it was cute how Tomoko used it as a pet name for her, it sounded so sweet when it came from her lips.
“You can't, you can't, Tomo-chan! But you can eat lunch later.” Holly chuckled harder when Tomoko pouted, titling her head and looking at Holly like a kicked puppy. She was really pretty when she was like this, Holly could see where Josuke had taken his soft features.
“I wanted you to be in my menu.” Tomoko sighed and ducked down to steal a small peck on her lips.
They had kissed so many times since they had started going out, but Holly still felt her cheeks burning when Tomoko pulled back with a satisfied smirk on her face.
“You’re so cute, Seiko.” Tomoko cooed, tightening her grip around Holly’s waist, nuzzling her head against her cheek affectionately.
Holly melted in that tight hug, but gently pressed her hands against Tomoko’s chest to distance herself from the other woman - even if she didn’t really want to do it, she was really warm like that.
“Tomo-chan, please set the table… And you’ll ruin your makeup if you keep doing this!”
Tomoko pursued her lips, seemingly wanting to say something to her girlfriend, but soon unwrapped her arms and laid her hands on her full hips.
“Fine, I’ll let you continue cooking.” Tomoko grumbled, tucking one of her black stripe of hair behind her ear, then a ghost of a smirk played on her face. “I know you just wanted to touch my boobs anyway.”
It was comical how Holly’s face turned red in less than a second. She parted her lips to apologize or say anything to her girlfriend when the doorbell rang once, twice, distracting the two women from their conversation.
Tomoko straightened her back and took Holly’s face delicately between her hands. “It’s going to be alright, okay, Seiko? Don’t worry about it too much, you know our silly sons.”
Holly nodded nervously and the corner of her lips twitched in what resembled a smile. It was touching how much Tomoko cared for her, but she couldn't help but feeling her heart thrumming in her chest like a crazy.
When a pair of lips pressed against hers, all of Holly’s nervousness seemed to dissipate. She hummed against Tomoko’s mouth and swiftly squeezed her hand in search of comfort. Holly smiled when Tomoko’s squeezed back and was slightly disappointed when Tomoko broke their kiss.
“Better go, or they’ll break the doorbell.” Tomoko laughed even if they both knew that their sons could perfectly do that with the strength they had.
Holly turned towards the counter again and took the spoon to taste the soup when she noticed that her fingers were trembling. She took a shaky breath and laid her hands against her chest. Her heart was beating too fast and she couldn't stop the million of thoughts that invaded her mind. She knew Tomoko was right, that there was nothing to worry about and that her son and brother would love her anyway, but she couldn't shut down that annoying voice who kept telling her “what if it goes wrong? What if they don’t accept you?”. She was terrified, her son was her life, if he started to hate her she didn't know what she would do.
“Oh dear, I’m really hopeless…” Holly mumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose with two of her fingers.
She heard shoutings and loud greetings and a small smile blossomed on her face. That was surely Josuke, no matter how many years passed, he kept being a cheerful and happy boy. She couldn't still believe that such a nice boy was her brother and soon to be son.
She heard the deep rumble of her sweet Jotaro’s voice and anxiety took a grip on her once again. Holly took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down once again. She could do it, if Tomoko was on her side there was nothing she wouldn't be able to surpass.
Lunch passed quickly, with the bickering of Tomoko and Josuke in the background and the few words Jotaro spared to her. It was nice, she could stay like this forever, lulled by her family until the end of her days.
But nothing could last forever, when Tomoko’s hand was placed on hers, she knew it was time. Her nerves were wrecking her, she was shaking so much she had to place the glass down before it slipped on the floor. Jotaro looked at her in question, arching an eyebrow and taking that expression that one could describe emotionless, but Holly knew it hid his worry for her.
“Jotaro, Josuke, Seiko and I have to say something to you…” Tomoko began, eyeing both men, her eyes were so serious they stopped Josuke from saying anything.
Holly knew Tomoko was nervous too, she could tell by the way she kept gulping down saliva, but she was better than her in hiding it and Holly really appreciated that of her.
“Mom, you're kinda scaring me now, what's wrong? Did you break the law? Do I need to arrest you or do you need our help to hide a body?” Josuke laughed trying to ease the tension, picking on the nervousness of both women. He was drumming his fingers against the table and sent glances to Jotaro in a silent ask, but the man beside him seemed as confused as him.
“What Tomo-chan wants to say is--” Holly felt a grip in her throat. She wanted to just spit it out, it wasn't so difficult, they were only a few words, but why couldn't she tell them? Why wasn't she able to just tell her boys the truth? She felt so stupid--
Tomoko’s hand squeezed hers in a calm grip. Holly’s eyes turned towards her partner’s, Tomoko was looking at her with a nervous yet gentle gaze. It's alright, I’m here, it was what she was saying to her. Holly’s lips curled into a smile, yes, she wasn't alone, this amazing woman was with her, why was she so afraid over nothing?
She turned her head once again towards Jotaro and Josuke, who had stayed in silence the whole time and squeezed Tomoko’s hand once more.
“Tomo-chan and I… we are dating.” The words were finally out, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and she wondered why it had been so difficult to say.
She caught a glimpse of Jotaro and Josuke’s expression and her heart skipped for a moment. They were watching them with blown eyes and open mouths, it was the first time she had seen them look like that and truthfully it scared her.
“Come again?” Josuke was the first to speak, he was too baffled too utterly surprised to say anything else. Jotaro didn’t seem any better, but at least he was better than him in covering his emotions.
Holly ducked her head down, her cheeks started to take a red colour, she opened her mouth to repeat herself but Tomoko beat her to it. “I’m sure you heard her, Josuke, no need to be this shocked.”
Josuke’s eyes turned towards his mother, he frowned at her, he seemed like he wanted to say something but he was left gaping once again from a sudden realization. This time, he grabbed Jotaro’s hands, squeezing them in his palms and leaned forward until his nose brushed against the other’s.
“I’m your brother now!” Josuke exclaimed loudly, a huge grin making his way on his face. Jotaro’s expression turned grim at that, he wanted to disagree with him, but Josuke hadn’t quite finished talking, his enthusiasm taking hold of him. “Can I call you Onii-chan from now on?”
Jotaro made a disgusted face at the obnoxious name, but he made no movement to pull away from Josuke. “If you do I’ll call out Star Platinum.” Were the only words Jotaro muttered in a deadly threat, before he glanced towards Tomoko and Holly, who had been staring at the show in front of them for the whole time with amused smiles.
“Congratulations, mom, if you’re happy, I am too.” Holly’s eyes filled with tears at the sight of her son’s smile. If he kept staring at her like this, she wouldn’t be able to hold her emotions anymore.
Tomoko’s hand squeezed hers again, Holly turned towards her and wasn’t surprised to find a smile gracing her girlfriend’s face.
“I’ve told you it would be good, right? There was nothing to fear.” Holly nodded at her words and, guided by her emotions, she leaned forward to press her lips against Tomoko’s, kissing her while a few tears dropped from her eyes.
Tomoko hummed, she lifted an arm to catch Holly’s tears and smiled in their kiss. It didn’t matter if their lipstick would be ruined after this, their hearts were beating too hard for them to care.
They pulled after a moment, nuzzling their noses together like they were teens again, but their moment was broken when Josuke coughed in his hand. Both Holly and Tomoko looked towards their sons and saw that Jotaro had his hat in front of his eyes, hiding them from their sight, while Josuke was looking down at his plate with a blush on his cheeks.
Finally, Josuke - who had been the one to cough - lifted his gaze to meet theirs and gave them an awkward smile. “You know, if you want we can go and leave you alone, right, Jotaro?”
Jotaro stiffed beside him, but gave an imperceptible nod. Holly’s cheeks turned red at the implication and she started to blab some excuse, wanting to clear the misunderstanding as fast as she could, but Tomoko was of another opinion.
“You two little rascals!” She shouted, pointing at the two of them but she had a grin on her face. “Then I guess Seiko and I will eat the chocolate cake that Seiko had prepared for us yesterday… what a pity, but at least there’ll be more for us, right, my dear?”
At those words, Josuke was animated once again and shook his head, then he tangled his fingers together like he was praying. “No please, anything but that! I want to eat Holly-san’s cake too, please, have mercy on my poor soul! A man needs his sweets!”
Jotaro chuckled beside of him, keeping watching the little show that mother and son were giving to them. Holly’s found his eyes, for a moment they stared at each other, neither of them moving for an inch
After what seemed like ages, Jotaro nodded towards her, letting her know that the words he had said before were the pure truth. He hadn’t been lying, he was truly happy for her and this was the best gift a mother could have ever wanted.
Holly felt her heart skip at that, she held Tomoko’s hand tighter in her palm and watched how she was playfully arguing with her son over the dessert.
Right now, they looked like a real family having fun and Holly wouldn’t trade this happiness with anything in the world.
Notes: Written for @jjbarareshipsweek2k17 Day 3, I loved writing about these two, they are so precious!!
Yukako often told Koichi he was her sun.
She said he had shone more brightly than any other boys. He had this radiant aura around him that just pulled her towards him. It had been love at first sight, she said.
When she confessed to him she had been afraid at first, he seemed to be so close yet he was so far away from her, everyone looked like they wanted a piece of his light and she didn’t want to share him with anyone, that’s why she had trapped him, she didn’t want anyone to hurt his brilliant light.
Even if Koichi disagreed with her methods, something told him that she what she said was true, so he just accepted her words like they were and didn’t push the matter anymore.
He was her sun, he would warm her when she was cold and bright her day when she was down. That was his goal in life, but he didn’t mind it at all. He loved being her sun, he wouldn’t choose another girl to stand by his side for anything in the world.
Even after years from the day they had confessed their love to each other, Koichi’s light continued to shine brightly for Yukako and only for her.
They all have chosen different paths during the time that had passed from the defeat of Yoshikage Kira, Yukako was on her last year of university to become a nurse, everyone had been surprised when she had revealed her choice in her career path, but Koichi had been nothing but supportive. She had the determination and the intelligence that were needed for this job, Koichi believed in her and she had showed him fantastic results.
On the other hand, Koichi had taken the path of becoming a teacher, he had found himself drawn to this career since Tomoko had talked to him about it and he was working hard to achieve his dream. Of course, he was still in contact with all his friends, Josuke was now a rookie policeman, following his grandfather’s steps proudly, Rohan had completed Pink Dark Boy after years of serialization and now was writing a new manga called “Unbreakable Girl” (no one dared to comment how the female protagonist looked a lot like Reimi), Okuyasu, to everyone’s shock, had entered in the Marine Biology field following Jotaro’s steps. “I thought Jotaro-san was cool when he talked about fishes” was his motivation, but he resulted to be a great student and a quick learner, Koichi simply knew Okuyasu was really passionate about it.
Everyone was working hard for their dreams, many things had changed in the years, but the bonds they had reformed remained.
More of all, Yukako and Koichi’s love through the years had only grown. They had never fought, they had always communicated with each other and, after their rocky beginning, the relationship they had built had given their fruits and Koichi couldn’t remember a happy day without Yukako on his side.
She had always cheered for him, no matter the situation, Koichi didn’t know how to repair her kindness, he knew she didn’t want anything and his presence was enough for her, but still he wanted to show her how much he cared for her.
It wasn’t only a day when he walking to catch the bus, he passed beside a shop that gave him an idea. With his heart hammering in his chest, he had entered inside and told the woman behind the counter what he had in mind. He thought she would lift her eyebrow and ask him if he was sure about his decision, but the woman surprised him by giving him a gentle smile and showed him what he wanted to see.
After he had purchased the small object, Koichi had returned home with his heart that threatened to explode. He was nervous, but excited too, he didn’t know what to say or how to move, but he surely wanted to do this.
Yukako was in the kitchen, she was chopping the vegetables they would eat for dinner and when she heard him arriving, she sent a gracious smile in his direction and tilted her head to give him his “welcome home” kiss.
Koichi melted against her, she was just too precious for him. Yukako seemed to pick up his nervousness and she pulled back, looking at him with worry in her brilliant eyes.
“What’s wrong, Koichi? Has something happened today?” Yukako placed the knife down and laid her hands against his shoulders. She was really worried, but Koichi knew she didn’t have anything to be scared about.
“No, really, nothing is wrong.” Koichi told her softly, his lips curling up in a gentle smile. Seeing his honesty, Yukako immediately calmed down and returned the smile, but Koichi could clearly see that she was still worried about him.
He had to do this now or he wouldn’t have the courage anymore.
Koichi grabbed Yukako’s wrist to stop her from returning to preparing their dinner and lifted his head up to look at her. Yukako tilted her head, not understanding what Koichi was in mind, but before she could ask anything, he had already beat her.
“I-I know this is sudden and you can say “no” if you want, b-but I really want to do this, so please, listen to me…” Koichi was blabbering, he knew that, but there was no other way he could do this. With trembling fingers, he grabbed the small in his pocket and held it to his chest, before he dropped to his knee and looked up at Yukako, whose eyes had started to widen in realization.
Koichi swallowed down the lump in his throat and kept going, he couldn’t stop the words that came out his mouth. “I know this is not romantic at all and I could have done this in any other place, b-but I thought nothing was more fitting than our own house, you know? S-So…”
Koichi held the small box in front of her, his fingers were trembling for the too many emotions that were running in his body all at once. Koichi took a deep breath, Yukako hadn’t said anything yet but the tears in her eyes showed him she had already understood what he wanted to say. No matter, he knew she wanted to hear him say it.
Koichi licked his dry lips, he snapped the box open, showing Yukako the content of it. “W-Will you marry me?” The words were finally out, he couldn’t take them back anymore. Yukako stayed there, immobile, she didn’t even seem able to breath. Koichi laughed nervously and tilted his head, this time it was his turn to be worried. “Come on, Yukako, say something please… my knee is starting to hurt.”
The girl finally snapped out her daze. Warm tears rolled down her cheeks and she placed a hand in front of her mouth, muffling the sobs that started to fall from her lips. Koichi asked himself if he hadn’t done the wrong thing, but suddenly Yukako’s arms were around him and she was hugged him close. Her hair was dancing around them, showing him just how much happy she was in that moment and that swollen his heart.
“O-Of course I want! Y-You’ve just surprised me! That’s all!” Yukako cried, pulling back enough to place her plump lips against his. Koichi smiled against her and took the chance to grab the ring in the small box, when they parted ways, he grabbed her hand and slowly put it on her ring finger then he locked their fingers together in a tender gesture.
They both watched with awe the shining diamonds on it, but the most beautiful was the intricate motive of the ring. It was a moon hugging a sun, standing proud beside it, protecting and taking care of him like a partner only would.
Koichi had never told Yukako this, but he thought at her like she was his moon. Precious and caring, she didn’t shine as brightly as him, but her light was comforting and her shape was beautiful and captivating.
Koichi couldn’t live without his moon, just like Yukako couldn’t live without her sun. They completed each other and from now on, their bond would be stronger than ever.
Notes: Another ship I adore with like 0 content!! I just they are really cute together! Enjoy <3 Written for day 2 of @jjbarareshipsweek2k17
Jotaro was working on his thesis in the middle of the night when he heard steps coming closer to him. It was strange, usually no one was up at that hour (except for him, who needed to finish his damn papers).
He straightened his back and was ready to call for Star Platinum, when he heard a deep yet youthful voice curse and a loud thus that followed not even a moment after. Jotaro’s body relaxed, he suddenly remembered that he had brought Josuke and Okuyasu to the beach with him that day and when Jotaro had finished collecting the samples he needed it was already dark, so both of the boys had decided to spend the night in his hotel room. Jotaro hadn’t really minded, they boys were quiet and let him work in peace, there was so much silence that he had even forgotten they were there.
Still, he stood up and walked towards the noise to see if nobody has died. Last thing he needed was one of the kids dead while he was in his custody.
Jotaro didn’t need to walk long before he reached the fallen boy, who was clutching his foot desperately like he had just walked into a mine. “Okuyasu, are you alright? Why are you awake?”
The boy was startled by his sudden voice, he snapped his head towards Jotaro with fear covering his features. He had his lower lip between his teeth and his eyes were full of unshed tears. Jotaro frowned at that expression that didn’t belong to his face and dropped to his knees to properly look at him. Okuyasu lowered his head, hiding his expression from him and clutched his feet tighter. “I-I’m just searching for the bathroom, that’s all…” His voice sounded so small, such tone didn’t belong to him, even Jotaro who hadn’t had the chance to stay more with him knew that.
“Okuyasu…” Jotaro called him again, but his eyes caught something that made him frown deeper. The white sock that Okuyasu was wearing on the foot he was clutching was soaked in red, drops of blood were running down his fingers until they hit the floor, drawing a small pool under them.
“What have you done to your foot?” Jotaro asked, maybe his tone was a bit harsher than he had meant it to be, but he couldn’t ignore his worry when he saw in what condition the boy was.
Okuyasu seemed to turn even more smaller and quickly clutched his foot harder, probably hurting himself. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up, I swear!” The fear that was lingering in his voice made Jotaro even more worried.
Forgetting about personal space, he grabbed Okuyasu’s shoulders and turned the boy towards him, leaning his face forward to brush their noses together, invading his personal space. “I don’t fucking care about the floor, I’m asking if you are alright.” Okuyasu seemed taken back by his words, his eyes were so wide and full of life that Jotaro thought he was cute for a second before the younger boy turned his gaze to his foot.
He needed some seconds to gain the courage to feel speak up, but Jotaro waited patiently until Okuyasu did so. “I… cut myself on the beach today… but it’s nothing serious, if you give me some bandages I can-”
Jotaro immediately stopped him, he hated the fact that Okuyasu wasn’t looking at him like he was afraid of him (he had a past of being a punk, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to lay a single finger on Okuyasu). “I’ll take care of it.”
Those words made Okuyasu even more afraid, he placed his hand against Jotaro’s wide chest and quickly shook his head. “N-No, I can do it myself, I know I’m not good at doing things, b-but at least I can do--”
“I’ve never said you weren’t good at it, but it’ll be difficult for you and if we keep talking like this we’ll wake Josuke up.” Jotaro’s words seemed to effectively shut Okuyasu up. The boy bit his bottom lip, the hand against Jotaro’s chest weakened and he lowered his head in defeat. Even if Jotaro didn’t like the way Okuyasu was behaving - there was simply something strange about it that didn't sit well with him -, he helped him getting up, throwing his arm around his shoulders to give him support while they limped towards the bed.
Okuyasu remained quiet the whole time, he let Jotaro lay him on the bed and waited patiently until the man had retrieved the first aid kit. There were tons of questions in Jotaro’s mind, but he decided it was safe to not ask him anything for the time being. He took Okuyasu’s foot in his hand, careful to not touch the red stain and he slowly rolled the sock off of him, placing it on the floor not caring if it dirtied it.
With as much gentleness he could muster, Jotaro took Okuyasu’s foot in his hands to inspect it with stern eyes. There was a deep cut on its right side, blood was running down the heel and on the floor and it didn’t seem like it would stop soon. Who knew when he had cut himself, he had said when they were in the beach but that was five hours ago, had he suffered all along without saying anything? Jotaro cursed himself for not noticing before.
“How did you cut yourself?” He asked, trying to keep the anger away from his tone. The boy in front of him was already scared, he didn’t want him to close up completely.
“Uhm… there was a broken bottle and I walked on it… I know I should have watched more carefully, I’m sorry I’m stupid.” There it was again, Okuyasu was calling himself names over nothing.
Jotaro wanted to ask him why he was saying that, but when he felt more blood on his fingers, he knew he had to take care of this first. Without saying anything, Jotaro grabbed the gauzes in the kit and ran his fingers on the edge of the cut. Okuyasu shivered at that contact, but didn’t say anything else, he didn’t even whimper. An ugly thought crawled in Jotaro’s mind, but he quickly casted it away.
“Pass me the alcohol.” Jotaro didn’t look up, he didn’t want to see the look on Okuyasu’s face (he knew he wouldn’t have liked it). The bottle came in his sight after a few seconds and Jotaro grabbed it to pour some of it on the gauzes between his fingers.
“This is going to sting, brace yourself.” Jotaro said with an emotionless tone, placing the bottle down and brought the cotton towards the cut. He heard Okuyasu take deep breaths before he began to lightly tampon it. The boy’s body tensed, he began to tremble harder in his hands, but Jotaro kept going, watching how the cotton turned redder and redder after each second.
It took him a while, but he had finally cleaned it all up. The strange thing was that he hadn’t heard Okuyasu’s voice, not even once. It was almost like he was used to this, which didn’t settle well with Jotaro.
Throwing the dirty cotton on the floor, Jotaro grabbed the bandages and rolled them first around Okuyasu’s heel, then on his foot to secure it more carefully. Carefully, Jotaro placed the foot down the mattress and finally lifted his head to look at Okuyasu. What he saw took away his breath for a moment.
The boy’s eyes were full of tears, his lower lip was trembling, but Okuyasu was biting it so hard it was bleeding too. Jotaro felt the urge to do something, he couldn’t leave him like that.
“Hey, shhh, it’s alright…” Jotaro whispered, cupping his face and stroked his cheeks with his thumbs. Okuyasu shook his head, but a few tears had already spilled and he seemed to try really hard to not break down completely.
“I-I’m sorry, I know crying it’s really stupid, b-but--” Okuyasu covered his mouth with his palm, his eyes were so wide and expressive. There was a lot of pain behind them, Jotaro doubted it was all because of the cut.
“It’s alright, it’s not stupid.” Jotaro reassured him, holding his head gently, then after a few moments he asked the question he had dreaded. “Who told you these things?”
Okuyasu batted his eyelashes like it was the first time he had heard those words. “M-My big bro always told me I shouldn’t think too hard ‘cause I’m stupid… and he is right, I s-shouldn’t cry.”
This boy had the worse case of self-esteem he had ever met. It was probably his brother’s fault that this had happened, who knew how many years of psychological (and probably physical too, if what he had observed was right) abuse he had suffered for making him like this.
Slowly, Jotaro wrapped his arms around Okuyasu’s torso and placed the kid’s head against his chest. He stroked his back, he could smell the nervous sweat coming from Okuyasu but he hoped his touch was enough for him to calm down. He had never been good with physical contact, Jotaro was a man of science, he didn’t understand humans like he did with animals, they were just too different. But there was something in Okuyasu that triggered a feeling in his heart he thought he had forgotten.
Okuyasu sobbed against his chest, his trembling hands gripped him like Jotaro was the only stable thing in his life. Jotaro didn’t say anything more, he simply hold Okuyasu and waited until the boy regained composure.
After what felt like hours, finally Okuyasu’s sobs died down and he was breathing heavily against Jotaro. He pulled back slightly and Jotaro was able to look at his face. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks glistened in the tears he had just shed, snot came out his nose and ran down until it arrived to his chin. He was a mess, but Jotaro didn’t mind it.
He grabbed a tissue on the nightstand and cleaned Okuyasu’s nose, then he tapped his chin with two of his fingers to have his attention. “Are you feeling better now?” Okuyasu nodded, but Jotaro knew it was a lie. Years of abuse didn’t disappear like that, but he didn’t want to push Okuyasu more, he had already suffered too much for one night.
Jotaro looked down the bed and thought about what he should do. He didn’t trust Okuyasu to return to his bed in that condition, he didn’t want to leave him alone. There weren’t many things he could do, but the only thing that he managed to say was something that surprised even him.
“Sleep here, Okuyasu.” He tried to not stare when the boy in front of him turned red, but he was really just too cute.
“B-But-- it’s--”
“I’m not going to take advantage of you, if this is what you’re worried about.” Jotaro hadn’t thought about teasing him, but the way Okuyasu turned even redder made him wish he had. Okuyasu blabbered some more but, seeing how Jotaro remained stoic and what hour it was, he finally agreed.
“I-I still need to go to the bathroom, though…” Okuyasu whispered, rubbing his thighs together to hide the clear erection that was strawing his shorts. Jotaro felt his breath hitch at that, it was so strange how hormones worked even in a situation like this. The poor boy, he must feel embarrassed about the whole situation, he was surely going to think it was his fault again.
Jotaro wanted to avoid a situation like that at all costs, he didn’t want Okuyasu to cry like that ever again. Without thinking, he grabbed the boy’s shoulder, taking away his chance to escape.
“There’s nothing wrong about it, Okuyasu, it happened a lot to me too when I was a teenager, hormones work just like that.” Jotaro said, running his fingers up and down Okuyasu’s arm to give him comfort.
“B-But-- isn’t it kind of weird in a situation like this?” Okuyasu looked up at him with worried eyes while he chewed his lower lip. Jotaro shook his head, assuring him that there was nothing wrong about it.
Like he was detonating a bomb, Jotaro leaned towards Okuyasu brushing their cheeks together. “You’re not abnormal for something like this. Don’t ever think that, alright?” It was strange for Jotaro to be this gentle, but he guessed that with Okuyasu he shouldn’t be harsh. Who knew what could happen if he was.
Okuyasu nodded and awkwardly stood up, he limped towards the bathroom, clutching the front of his pants like what he was going to do was a great sign.
Just when Okuyasu was out of sight, Jotaro sighed and ran his fingers in his dark hair. “Give me a break…” He mumbled, trying to stop thinking about the last minutes. Deciding it was better do something rather than staying there and waiting Okuyasu to finish, he grabbed the used gauzes on the floor and threw it in the trash, then he placed the first-aid kit on the nightstand, deciding to return it to the bathroom the next day. There was still some blood on the floor and on the sheets, but Jotaro couldn’t give a fuck about it. He was tired, the day had been exhausting and he just wanted to sleep until he had forgotten everything.
“Uhm… Jotaro-san?” Jotaro nearly jumped when he heard Okuyasu’s voice from behind him. He turned around and saw how the boy’s eyes were shining again with tears and his face was as red as a tomato. Jotaro leaned towards him, he could smell the excitement on him and tilted his head in question. “What’s wrong, Okuyasu?”
Okuyasu shuffled his feet nervously, he was looking on the floor and was covering the front of his shorts. “I-I- just-- while I w-was taking care of i-it-- you kept popping in my mind-- a-and I-I-I just--” He kept mumbling words under his breath, but every second he grew more flustered.
Jotaro closed his eyes and breathed deeply from his nose. The situation was getting more surreal, it was like someone up there was making fun of him. “Okuyasu, again, there’s nothing wrong about it.”
“B-But--” Okuyasu spluttered, finally looking up at him. “I-I-- what I’m saying is-- t-this is so awkward…” That, Jotaro could agree on, the situation wasn’t one of the best and he really just this night to pass quickly.
He lifted his hands and placed them on the boy’s shoulders, he looked at him with a serious gaze. “Who you think while you masturbate it’s your business, okay, Okuyasu? Just do it quickly.”
Okuyasu still looked unsure, then he ducked his head down and his shoulders fell. He stayed like that for a few seconds before he opened his mouth once again. “C-Can I do it here?” The request surprised Jotaro and he was sure the shock was clear on his face because Okuyasu quickly talked again. “I-I mean, it’s totally cool if you don’t want to do it! B-But maybe I can finish quickly w-with you here… it’s just a thought… I’m sorry it was dumb-”
“Okay.” Jotaro knew he was going to be sent in hell for what he had just agreed on, he deserved it but the look of happiness that blossomed on Okuyasu’s face was worth it. He didn’t want to take advantage of the boy, he would never forgive himself if he did, but he wanted to tell him it was alright having these desires, he wasn’t dumb or anything like between those lines. If Jotaro had known better how to deal with people, maybe he would have found another solution, but since he was like this, he would have to settle with this and take responsibility on the consequences.
Okuyasu opened and closed his mouth like a fish, then he nodded furiously and looked awkward at the bed. Knowing that this wasn’t going to end up anywhere if they kept going like this, Jotaro took the lead and laid on the bed, his back turned towards Okuyasu. “Come on, get in there.”
He heard Okuyasu swallow before he joined him on the bed. Jotaro hadn't taken that position randomly, he didn’t want to watch Okuyasu getting off and especially he didn’t want to make the boy feel self-conscious.
Jotaro tried really hard to not listen to Okuyasu take himself out his shorts and started to stroke himself, letting out soft grunts. Jotaro thought about anything to distract himself, he was grown up man, he should be able to do this.
He didn’t know how many minutes had passed before Okuyasu spoke again. “J-Jotaro-san?” He let out a grunt to make him say he was listening. “C-Can I rub myself against you?” Jotaro’s eyes widened again, he was glad he wasn’t facing Okuyasu right now or he would have seen his surprise. This was dangerous, really dangerous, but before he could think properly, his mouth had run again.
“Do as you like.” Okuyasu didn’t give him the chance to repeat himself again, before he knew it, Jotaro felt an arm wrapped around his waist and something definitely hard pressed against his ass.
Okuyasu breathed heavily against his ear, he thrusted himself against Jotaro one, two times before he found the rhythm he liked. Jotaro clenched his teeth when Okuyasu rubbed against his ass just right, this whole absurd situation was getting more weird and it wasn’t helping that his dick was finding this situation interesting.
Get a grip, Jotaro, he’s just a kid, he kept repeating to himself. Okuyasu was moaning against his ear, he mumbled how “good Jotaro was” and “how much he wished he could fuck him”. Good grief, this kid knew how to stir him up.
It didn’t pass more than three minutes before Okuyasu tightened his grip around Jotaro and he felt something sticky hit his ass and back. The boy behind him breathed in and out, enjoying the last glow of his orgasm.
Jotaro placed his hand on Okuyasu’s arm, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Even if he had tried to think about something else, he was already half-hard, but it was something he could easily ignore.
He felt Okuyasu’s grip getting loose and took the opportunity to turn towards him. He looked at his face, he was embarrassed and tired, but there was a fraction of happiness that Jotaro couldn’t really ignore.
After catching his breath, Okuyasu bit his lip and looked up at Jotaro, awkwardly tucking himself inside his shorts again. “S-Sorry about your back…”
“I don’t mind.” Jotaro wrapped his arms around Okuyasu, stroking his sides in a calming manner. He leaned down and pressed his lips against his forehead. “You should sleep now.”
Okuyasu mumbled something, then he nodded and, after a moment of hesitation, he nuzzled his face against Jotaro’s neck.
They would need to talk in the morning and it was going to be exhausting. Jotaro doubted this was going to be something he could resolve in a day, but for the moment, he was content like this.
Even if Jotaro looked like a stoic, emotionless man, Tomoko knew he had a gentle side. At first he may seem a brute, with his direct way of talking, his rough manners and his stern expression didn’t make someone think at “gentle”, but Tomoko knew it was there.
The way he made love to her was a perfect example of it.
He was slow, there was no rush in his movements, he cared more about her pleasure than his and never left her unsatisfied. He always spent a lot of time preparing her, he didn’t want to hurt her in any way, Tomoko loved the feeling of his tongue against her when he decided to eat her out (he was always in the mood for it) and his broad fingers felt wonderful inside of her, thrusting just in the right places while he showered her body in kisses. Jotaro had the power of whisper sweet words in her ear without making them feel awkward or mood-killers, if Tomoko was honest with herself, Jotaro’s voice was so deep it made her knees feel like jelly every time she heard him talking.
And don’t make her start with his cock, she really had chosen herself a wonderful man with some nice qualities. He wasn’t as big as a porn star (hell, she would be limpy all week if that was true), but he was long and thick enough to make her see the stars every time he pounded inside of her and he really knew how to use it.
Tomoko felt like she was a schoolgirl once again when she thought about these things, it was childish in some ways, but she couldn’t help but high-five herself for her taste in men. The fact that he was Joseph’s nephew didn’t bother her a lot, from what Jotaro had told her, his family had always been bizarre, but from his eyes she knew he was uncomfortable with the subject so she didn’t ask.
However, one thing she had to say was that, even if the sex was amazing and wonderful, the aspect that made her fall in love with Jotaro was his personality. He was the opposite of her, calm, stoic, he used the logic over his emotions and Tomoko had rarely seen him angry (except when lots of girl flocked around him). If there was one thing that made them look similar was that they were both passionate about their works. No matter if he was a marine biologist and she was a teacher, they loved what they did with all their heart and maybe this was what made Tomoko definitely fall for him. She had caught him speaking to Okuyasu about starfishes, and there was such a glint in his eyes that she simply hadn’t been able to ignore.
Tomoko giggled, remembering the way Josuke had reacted when she had told him they were dating. He said that now he couldn’t call him “nephew” anymore and this made him very sad, he kept going on and on about the fact that he still hadn’t done any relevant uncle/nephew bonding and now he had missed his chance to do that because he had to call him daddy. Jotaro had muttered a “good grief” under his breath and pinched Josuke on the ear to make him stop. It had been a really fun day, but Tomoko fondly remembered how glad she was that Josuke wasn’t angry with neither her or Jotaro.
“What’s so funny?” Jotaro stirred under her, tightening his grip around her waist and he lifted his head to look down at her with a tired stare. Tomoko’s grin hadn’t faltered, she held his eyes with an amused glint and nuzzled her face against his naked chest.
“Just remembering how cute your uncle is.” She replied with a grin, tapping her fingers against his toned skin. The smell of sex and cigarette was still heavy in the room, but Tomoko was too tired to stand up and open the window, plus Jotaro was a really comfortable pillow.
“My uncle…?” Jotaro arched an eyebrow confused, then when realization dawned on him he sighed exasperate, but there was no bite in his next words. “Good grief…”
Tomoko giggled harder and placed her head against his chest once again. She could hear his heart beating under her, it was such a calming sound, she could stay there forever.
Her hand laid on him, there were so many things she wanted to say, but the silence was so comforting.
Without her noticing, Jotaro had placed his warm palm against her hand and he had started to lightly stroke it with his thumb, drawing the shape of her blue veins with his nail. Tomoko hummed against him, she pressed her lips against his left pectoral, tasting his salty skin. Her mouth curled up into a smile when she felt him vibrate under her, it was so entertaining how he stirred up over something this small.
She stopped teasing him when she felt Jotaro lift her hand, but she melted when he locked their fingers together in a tight, comfortable grip.
They both stared at their hands, Tomoko’s was so small compared to Jotaro’s, her nails were cured while his were all of different lengths. Her skin was soft like one of a baby’s while Jotaro’s was callous and full of scars.
Yet they fit perfectly together.
Jotaro lifted their locked hands and placed a soft kiss on the back of Tomoko’s, then he trailed his lips down until he reached her wrist and kept going down her arm like this.
Tomoko didn’t say anything, his kisses felt like a touch of a butterfly on her skin, call her corny, but she loved the attention he was giving to her right now.
“You’re such a gentleman.” Tomoko found herself saying, which caused Jotaro to stop and look down at her with his stern sea-green eyes.
“I don’t think I am.” He replied without any emotion in his tone, but Tomoko shook her head and lifted herself on her elbow to have a better look of him.
“You are… you’ve done more for both Josuke and myself than--” Tomoko stopped, she didn’t want to ruin the mood with her stupid words, but Jotaro seemed to have understood what she had meant to say, however he didn’t look angry at all.
“I haven’t done much… and I don’t even know how much stability I can give you… I’ve divorced because I couldn’t be there for my family, I can’t guarantee I won’t do the same to you.” Jotaro mumbled, his tone heavy with pain.
Tomoko stayed silent for a few seconds, then she smiled up to him, her eyes shining with an emotion she couldn’t place. “I know, but I can wait for you, I don’t want to hold you down like you don’t want to hold me down either. We are fine, we are strong, we can make it work out somehow.”
It was Jotaro’s turn to stay either and maybe it was just a wishful thinking, but Tomoko was sure she had seen tears gathering in his eyes. Without another word, Jotaro leaned down and pressed their lips together, showing her just how much gentle and passionate he could be.
Tomoko smiled in the kiss, she was really a lucky woman to have such a gentleman at her side.
Neither of them commented the fact that their fingers remained locked together for the rest of the night, but it was fine like this.
Josuke hadn’t realized he had become fat. He loved to eat and Tonio’s plates were so delicious he could eat them any time, but with all the mess with Kira and all the other Stand Users, he hadn’t checked himself in the mirror for a long time (expect to see if his hair were still in place, but he never went down the top of his head).
That’s why he was so shocked to look at himself after a shower in Jotaro’s hotel room - he liked being in the presence of the other man, he felt like he could be who he wanted without being judged - and saw that, well, he had become fat.
Okay, it wasn’t so disastrous, but he could definitely call himself “chubby”. His cheeks were rounder, his thighs were pressed against each other and when he lifted his arm he could see his soft skin trembling. And he didn’t want to talk about his middle.
He grasped it with two hands, seeing roll of fat growing under his palms like they were mocking him. Josuke let it go, well, he didn’t mind being like this, but he feared he wouldn’t be accepted by his friends.
“At least my ass looks good…” Josuke sighed watching how rounder and bigger his ass had become, before sliding his boxers up his waist and felt it pressing against his skin nearly painfully. Damn, if he continued like this he would have to buy new clothes.
“Ah, fuck, I forgot my clothes.” Josuke mumbled, opening the door of the bathroom to join Jotaro in his room. He didn’t mind the other man seeing him like this, they had seen naked plenty of times, but now that Josuke knew he had gained weight, he suddenly felt shy.
Jotaro lifted his eyes from the book he was reading, his glasses gently placed on the tip of his nose and didn’t even bath an eye when he saw Josuke shyly stepping in the room. He nodded in acknowledgement before he returned to his book, seemingly engrossed in his reading.
Josuke quietly walked towards the chair, where he had threw his clothes before entering in the shower, but when he grabbed the his yellow shirt, he stopped and looked back at Jotaro, who didn’t seem to care about his presence.
“Jotaro-san.” He called without realizing it and Jotaro lifted his eyes to look at him. Sea stare met violet and blue and Josuke suddenly felt self-conscious about his body. He tried to hide it, putting his shirt in front of him like a shield, but that only made Jotaro lift an eyebrow unimpressed.
“Uhm… just a question… do you think I got fat?” Josuke asked, blood rushing to his cheeks. He felt embarrassed, asking Jotaro that, but the words came out his mouth before he had been able to stop them.
Jotaro sighed and closed the book, not bothering to place a bookmark at the page he had been on, and lifted a finger to make Josuke come closer. With nervousness coming out all his pores, he slowly made his way towards Jotaro, crawling on the bed and settling comfortably between his spread legs.
Jotaro watched him through his glasses, burning in his memory the way Josuke’s body moved. The boy was nervous, he kept throwing glances to the door like he was trying to find easiest route to escape if he needed to.
Jotaro grabbed Josuke’s hands, forcing them to let go of his yellow shirt and watched with calculating eyes the boy’s body. Josuke bit his lip, shifting his stare beside him not wanting to see Jotaro’s judging eyes.
“Yes, you’ve gained weight in the past weeks.” Jotaro’s words stuck in his heart. Well, what did he expected? It wasn’t like it wasn’t true, Jotaro merely stated the truth, but didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
Josuke sighed defeated, but then he yelped surprised when two hands began to stroke his middle, rolling it between his palms.
“J-Jotaro-san?!” Josuke lifted his eyes, red covering his face wanting to meet Jotaro’s stare, but the man was too busy staring at his tummy to care.
“It doesn’t look bad on you.” Jotaro whispered, letting go of Josuke’s stomach at gently running his fingers in the boy’s hair, feeling their softness under his fingertips.
Josuke blushed, instinctively nuzzling his head against that warm hand that had been touching his tummy just a moment before. He could feel heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, he knew that those kind of feelings were wrong, but right now he could only think about Jotaro’s warm, steady hands.
“Thank you, Jotaro-san.” Josuke leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Jotaro’s cheek, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, screaming internally for his bold action. Yes, he knew about his feeling for Jotaro, but he had never done anything to show them to him, not wanting to ruin what they, but damn, it was difficult with Jotaro treating him with such care.
“Josuke, that’s not how you should thank me.” Jotaro’s voice snapped him out his thoughts but before he could ask him to repeat himself, he felt a pair of soft lips pressed against his in a sweet, chaste kiss that melted his heart. Josuke moaned, his dick twitching in his boxers. He could feel tears forming in the corner of his eyes, he had dreamt about this so much, he couldn’t believe it was true.
The kiss lasted shorter than Josuke would have liked, but he didn’t complain, not when he saw the ghost of a smile on Jotaro’s lips. Then his sea eyes shifted down and he arched an eyebrow unimpressed.
“You’re hard.” Josuke liked that Jotaro was blunt most of the times, but he was also able to create such embarrassing situations he would have preferred not being part to.
Josuke tried to cover himself with his hands, embarrassed to have gotten hard for just a small kiss, but Jotaro grabbed his wrists and forced him to show him his groin. After giving Josuke a warning glance, Jotaro let his wrists go and brushed his fingers against the outline of Josuke’s hard dick through his boxers.
“Turn around.” Jotaro’s commanding voice sent shivers down Josuke’s back and he obeyed in less than a second, turning himself to press his back against Jotaro’s warm chest.
Jotaro chuckled at his enthusiasm and wrapped his arms around Josuke’s waist, relaxing his back against the pillow. Slowly, he trailed his hand on the hem of Josuke’s boxers, the boy shivered at the feeling of Jotaro’s touch on his skin. It felt too good to be true, but it was real, he knew it and his stomach tightened in excitement again.
Jotaro’s fingers deepened in Josuke’s boxers, bypassing his hairy bush and taking the boy’s cock in his hand, wrapping his fingers around the length.
“J-Jotaro--” Josuke moaned, resting his head against Jotaro’s shoulder, feeling he could cum only by that warm hand on him. Jotaro kissed his cheek and began to lazily stroke him, moving his hand up and down slowly, savoring each second of that situation.
Jotaro’s other hand sneaked on Josuke’s middle and began to roll the fat of his skin between his fingers, loving the why his tummy was soft. Josuke yelped and his mouth hung open, his legs trembling under Jotaro’s experienced touches.
“J-Jotaro-san-- So good--” Josuke whispered, drops of pre-cum soaking his underwear, but he didn’t care, not with Jotaro trailing kisses at the side of his neck.
Jotaro’s index finger deepened in Josuke’s belly-button, swirling it around teasingly at the same time as he squeezed the boy’s cockhead. Josuke bucked his hips and grabbed Jotaro’s shirt, the burning in stomach was getting nearly painful.
“I-I’m--” Josuke felt embarrassed to come so early, but there was nothing he could do, not with Jotaro’s hands playing with his body. His orgasm came suddenly, soaking his underwear in sticky cum, but Jotaro’s hand didn’t stop, it kept stroking until he milked Josuke out.
The boy breathed heavily, his head was still dizzy from what had just happened, he moaned quietly when Jotaro’s hand left his cock and trailed up to grab a tissue on the nightstand, but Josuke, still in the middle of his haze, grabbed his wrist and brought it to his mouth.
Jotaro looked down at him, his unmoving eyes not betraying any emotion but Josuke was able to see the small curiosity hidden behind the expressionless mask.
Without saying anything, Josuke stuck his tongue out and began to lick Jotaro’s hand clean, tasting his own disgusting cum on the man’s skin. He wanted to spit everything out, but he felt Jotaro take a sharp breath and he wanted to be good for him.
Something hard and big pressed against his backside and Josuke suddenly flushed red, knowing exactly what it was, but he was too preoccupied to clean Jotaro’s hand to ask him anything about it.
After he finished, he quickly swallowed everything down, not wanting the taste to linger in his mouth for too long and wanted to say something, anything to Jotaro, but his chin was grabbed once again and a pair of hungry lips were pressed against his, ravishing his mouth from what remained of his own cum.
After pulling back, Jotaro wrapped his arms around Josuke’s waist and rested his head against the boy’s shoulder, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. Josuke rubbed his thighs together, the stickiness was making him uncomfortable but he didn’t want Jotaro to let him go.
“Jotaro-san… do you need help with your problem ?” He asked, feeling heat pooling on his cheeks. Jotaro stayed silent for a few second before he shook his head and rolled both of the time to a side, spooning Josuke under him in an affectionate gesture.
“No, not now.” Jotaro murmured on Josuke’s skin, pressing a small kiss on his star shaped birthmark. “You can do it later, if you’re still in the mood.”
Josuke nodded shyly and placed both of his hands on Jotaro’s arms, snuggling closer to the man behind him. He had never felt more loved in his life like in that moment and he really wished that they could stay like that forever.
Josuke pressed a small kiss on Jotaro’s lips, immediately pulling himself back when Jotaro tried to deepen it. His nephew arched an eyebrow unimpressed and Josuke only replied with a cheeky grin.
He rubbed his palms against Jotaro’s naked chest, feeling the muscles tense under his fingertips. Josuke sneaked a glance towards his nephew, who was looking down at him with unmoving eyes, but Josuke knew it was a silent demand for him to continue and who was him to not obey him?
“Jotaro-san, you’re really cute when you want something you know?” Josuke teased, settling comfortably on Jotaro’s lap before he bended down and brushed his lips against one of his erect nipples.
It was cute how Jotaro sucked a breath betraying his excitement and, even if Josuke wanted to tease him more until he begged him, it had been a while since he had touched his nephew - with all the troubles the other Stands users’s brought to Morioh there wasn’t a moment to relax - so he wrapped his plump lips around Jotaro’s left nipple.
Jotaro shuddered and clenched his fist on the sheets, refraining himself to jerk his body up to meet Josuke’s mouth. The boy smiled around the nipple, starting to suck slowly, tasting Jotaro’s salty skin.
He had a strange fixation with Jotaro’s chest, it was so big, firm, Josuke could fold it and it felt like one of a woman’s, so soft and warm, it made Josuke want to touch it more, to feel and taste every single part of it. Plus, Jotaro was really sensitive on his chest and that was another thing that made Josuke’s desire for him grow more.
His teeth scraped the sensitive skin teasingly, Josuke lifted his eyes up to meet Jotaro’s embarrassed gaze, who trying to look cool and composed even in a situation like this.
“Josuke--” God, his voice sounded so sweet in Josuke’s ears, especially with that little desperation that made the boy’s dick twitch in his pants like a crazy. So much for only a lazy make out.
Josuke’s mouth left Jotaro’s nipple with a string a drool connecting them together and smiled up and Jotaro in that cheeky way of his that Jotaro loved so much - even if he stubbornly refused to acknowledge it.
“What’s wrong? Can’t take it when your nipples are played with, mommy ?”
He hadn’t thought much about what he had said in the heat of the moment, but when he saw how Jotaro’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, he knew there was something wrong.
Quickly, Josuke thought what he had just said, trying to remember every single word. What did make Jotaro look like that? What could have possibly--
Oh god, oh my god. Colour drained from his face and the poor boy lifted himself up to his elbows like he had been electriced. He couldn’t believe that this had happened, no way in hell.
Josuke hadn’t planned to let Jotaro find out about his bizarre kink, he was too embarrassed about it, he thought his nephew would have made fun of him if he ever knew about it, but the reaction he got startled him like it had never happened to him before.
Rough fingers grasped his chin and Josuke was forced to him to look up to meet with Jotaro’s blown eyes. He was ready for him to scowl at him and Josuke opened his mouth to apologize, but he quickly found out there was no need to, not when Jotaro’s lips pressed against his in a heated kiss.
Josuke moaned for the sudden action, but he didn’t mind it, instead he pressed his hands against Jotaro’s shoulders and cranked his neck to meet his nephew’s lips better. Josuke loved the strawberry taste of Jotaro’s chapstick - it didn’t matter how much his cute nephew denied it, Josuke knew he put it on - but he couldn’t focus on it that Jotaro’s lips had already found his earlobe and nipped it teasingly.
“Call me like that again.” Jotaro’s voice was thick with lust, Josuke had never heard him talk like that and it made him shiver, blood rushing to his dick. His knees felt like jelly and he couldn’t balance himself well, but he was too excited to care.
“Ah-- Mommy , please-- do something-- I’m so hard for you.” Josuke whispered rolling his clothed erection against Jotaro’s stomach in a desperate attempt to gain more stimulation.
Jotaro grunted pleased and wrapped his strong arms around the smaller boy’s waist, helping him to straddle his head. Josuke looked down at himself, his face flushing red at their new position and shuddered nervously at Jotaro’s mouth just under his clothed erection.
Jotaro sent him a wicked glance before he mouthed Josuke’s hard groin, pushing against his balls to tease him further.
Josuke threw his head back, a sultry moan left his mouth, and gripped Jotaro’s soft locks with his trembling fingers to hold in something. It was different from the other times, today Josuke was more sensible than usual and only the feeling of the outline of Jotaro’s mouth had already lead him on the verge of cumming.
“Oh, oh , Mommy-- Jotaro-- Please, please--” Josuke begged, not knowing himself what he wanted, but Jotaro seemed to understand it anyway.
Big fingers pressed against the front of his groin, sending shivers of pain and pleasure up his back. Jotaro’s tongue swirled around his balls, soaking his violet pants in spit but Josuke didn’t care about it, not when a familiar heat was burning in his lower abdomen.
“ Mommy , mommy ! I’m close, I’m close!” Josuke moaned, bucking his hips up and down to meet Jotaro’s waiting mouth. Oh, how he wished for his clothes to not be in the way, he wanted to feel Jotaro’s warm mouth on his heated skin, to taste him like he had already done many times, but this would work for now.
Jotaro pulled back enough to be able to talk, keeping his fingers pressed against the hard length. “Be a good boy and come for me, Josuke.”
That and another press of those elegant fingers was enough for him to come in his pants, soaking his underwear in cum and Josuke saw white for a second. His orgasm and never felt so good and the new pet name rolled out his tongue like it belonged there.
Josuke rolled on his back spent, but his body was quickly caught by Jotaro’s big arms, which wrapped themselves around his slender waist and pressed him against Jotaro’s wide chest. Josuke’s eyes fluttered open and he lazily looked up at his nephew, who was looking at him with a small smile ghosting over his lips.
“That… was something…” Josuke nuzzled tiredly his head against Jotaro’s chest and felt the vibrations of his nephew’s deep chuckle against his cheek.
Something hard pressed against his abdomen and Josuke didn’t need to look down to understand what it was. He scooted closer to Jotaro and pressed his lips against his collar, running his fingers on Jotaro’s naked side.
“Do you want me to take care of you too or--”
Jotaro shut him up by giving him a quick kiss. “Later, if you are up for it, now I want to stay like this.”
Josuke hummed pleased, a warm smile tugging the corners of his lips. They stayed like that for a while, neither of them wanting to lose that warm embrace, but Josuke was the one who broke the silence.
“Jotaro?”
“Mh?”
“Can I call you Daddy next time?”
Josuke felt Jotaro shudder under him and he couldn’t hide the huge grin that was splitting his face in two. Oh yes, Jotaro wouldn’t be opposed to it.
