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“Careful Jojo!”
“Don’t worry.”
You can hear faint voices of two men as the inflicting pain struck you, causing you to force your eyes open in curiosity and terror. Your eyes opened to a six foot man, with an intense, concentrated stare at your face. As you try to process what's currently happening, your eyes dart around the room. It was a small, humble structure of a traditional Japanese home. Although you don’t remember how you got here, you remain calm, your brain signaling you to stay idle. It didn’t take long until he finally removes the familiar bud from your forehead. He immediately pulls its tentacles, snapping off the main body as it flies towards another man who looked older. Somehow, he makes it disintegrate by swiftly chopping the bud midair, successfully defeating it in contact.
You sigh in relief, remembering that the man who just saved you was the one you attempted to fight under Dio. Bewildered by that fact, you open your mouth to ask why he did such a thing. But your lips quiver, and instead, you say, “Thank you, Jotaro.” He only scoffs and mumbles, “Whatever.”
You slightly grin and sit up, lightly touching your forehead to ease the stinging pain a little. A woman who’s sitting beside the old man, stands up and walks towards you while holding a medical kit. She tends your wounds by wrapping a bandage around your head. You thank her kindness in advance and she reassures that you’re meant to be treated well.
Once she is done, her lips curve to her kindest smile “Y/N is it? You should stay here for tonight.” Your eyes widen as you protest saying, “Oh—I shouldn’t. Thank you for the offer but—“ she cuts you off “No no! Don’t worry. You need to rest up. Besides, the more the merrier!” She giggles and claps her hands together, “You’ll be sleeping with Kakyoin though. Is that alright with you?” That's right, you almost forgot that your partner, Kakyoin, was fighting alongside you.
You were acquainted with him during your meet with Dio. Both of you were sent to assassinate Jotaro Kujo. Obviously, your guy’s plan failed, but fortunately enough, it was a unsuccessful plan for Dio alone. So since you both weren’t bound to his malicious spell, it’s safe to say there was no more desire of further bloodshed.
You nod, “Yes, of course.” Holly hums in satisfaction, “Papa, please get Y/N’s futon ready as well.” She looks at the older man who’s apparently her father. “Huh? Why do I have to do that?! I’ve never even liked the idea of sleeping on the floor.” He then commands his daughter that he wants his futon replaced with a real bed. Holly gently reminds him that he needs to get used to the Japanese way of doing things.
And from there, they start to bicker, ending with Holly taunting him by not answering when he calls her name. You turn to glance at Kakyoin who happens to look back at you. He chuckles awkwardly and you exchange it by smiling at him. You can tell that this was going to be a long day.
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The sky has transitioned from day to night with the freckles of stars shining ever so dimly. Everyone has dispersed into their respective rooms except you and Kakyoin share one together. Your futon was splayed out next to him, and he’s already under the blankets, ready to daze off into peaceful slumber. You sit next to your futon and crawl under them, accidentally bumping your elbow to Kakyoin in the process.
“Oh shit, my bad.” You apologize as you adjust yourself under the covers. “It’s fine.” he said quietly while his eyes were closed. You sigh through your nose as you stare at the dark ceiling, finally laying down on your back.
In all honesty, you weren’t tired at all. But it’s not like you can do anything else as a guest. And resting is the only way to recover quickly. Perhaps you should try and sleep by closing your eyes, patiently letting the darkness engulf you to slumber. You try as you did, but fail to succumb after minutes later. It was useless, and frankly it made you twice as energetic. So now what?
You decide not to wake Kakyoin, assuming that he would rather not be bothered. He met the same humiliating fate as you, maybe he’s trying to recover from that by resting. Although, you can’t help but find the young man quite adorable. He’s a bit tall despite being Japanese, not like it’s a bad thing of course. His facial structure was so sharp but cutely charming in a way. You can’t help but turn to look at the red-haired teen who’s snoring softly. You quietly giggle at the endearing sight. It’s so tempting now: those kissable lips, the delicate touch of skin, his flushed cheeks, the…oh no.
The innocent thoughts have now turned into a sin of curseful desires. And for Christ sake, you just met him not too long ago. But you have to admit, you can’t help but admire people’s beauty when you see one. It’s a trait you subconsciously do, and when you realize it, things should be taken care of in private. Then again, it’s an unintentional thing to bring strangers or acquaintances in your weird predicament when lusting from afar. What you mean is that your stand has the ability to evoke a salacious or romantic attitude within a person. If you’re lucky enough, it can be both. It’s caused by your own sexual or romantic longing that’s like a subconscious drug or spell. Although you don’t want to put it like that, it sounds very deceptive. But it’s literally part of your stand’s ability, the manifestation of your own soul. And maybe it’s something more than that, but it wasn’t that long ago when you received these abilities. So from what you can gather is that whenever you think about romantic interests about that person, it will affect them and usually return the same feelings. It’s like your naughty thoughts become a reality. But luckily, it depends how naturally strong the person’s libido is. If they’re easily influenced, then they’re easy targets. You honestly don’t see much benefit in terms of fighting, but you try to manage and execute those skills into something more complex. Sometimes you need to control yourself.
There it is, Kakyoin opens his eyes, awakening from his sleep. He turns to look at you, his eyes colored with purple lust. You bit your lip as a silent response, not knowing what to say next. He might not know where this feeling is coming from, but of course, you’re aware, because you’re in control of his mind. And probably that mind of his is filled with erotic interests that goes straight to his groin, unless he’s easily affected by your ability. Maybe he’s completely influenced, or not at all? Perhaps somewhere in the middle?
“I- um…” he starts, “Sorry. This might sound like it’s out of the blue, but I must say, you’re very attractive.” You blush at his compliment. You’re even surprised that you are shy at his remark, it didn’t even feel like you were using your stand. Maybe it was because of the way he’s looking at you tenderly, like it’s a sincere confession. But you still feel an underlying awkwardness because it may or may not be true. Only because it’s subconsciously forced, but you don’t want to think that way. You want to believe it’s what he really feels. You remind yourself that it’s only if they truly have a strong libido for you. Like prolonged Eros that immediately blooms inside them that is already itching to be released into the wild. It only influences them to confess that they feel the same. In the end, it’s all in the name of choice and fate. Sometimes you just have to give it a little push. But does this mean you also have a sacred interest than just overwhelming lust?
“Likewise.” You respond calmly, “What do you accomplish by saying that Kakyoin?” He hesitates but puts his hand over your cheek. “You’re graceful in a way that I can’t put it into a proper meaning. But, there’s something about you that intrigues me.” His face leans closer to yours, his soft breath tickling against your flesh. His lips hovered over yours before saying, “I want to find out what you’re made out of by embracing your delicate body that intertwines with mine.” Then he seals a kiss. You gladly give in to savor the taste of sexual curiosity.
Kakyoin abandons his futon and starts swiftly climbing on top while still kissing you. He then eagerly removes his school uniform and you help him by tugging it off in the process. You weren’t wrong when you thought his lips were irresistibly kissable. They were thin but incredibly soft and they massage well against yours. At first, they were innocent, filled with wonder. But when he momentarily draws back, he then starts making the second kiss more meaningful and passionate. Next, he takes off your clothes and discards every existing fabric on the floor, leaving you bare naked. He huffs out a chuckle, those exact same thin lips curving into a smile. He cannot completely see but he’d imagine your silky body under the moon’s seeping light. Your dazzling body that shines every curve and feature you have to offer. It would be a true sight for him, but behind these closed doors will be no one else to pry your treasured appearance. A show that only he can imagine the spotlight on you by relying on the hunger in his eyes that strives him to tackle in the night. He bends down to capture a perky nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and licking it to no end. You react to this by moaning softly while hugging his head. He tilts his head up to look at you with content in his eyes, his eyelashes flutter when he blinks. Kakyoin then switches nipples, and at one point, he tugs them softly with his teeth, erupting another sigh from you. His lips trail to your neck and place a kiss. Then a set of more lovable marks that you can’t get tired of. While doing so, his hands crawl to your hole and slip in two fingers, your canal swallowing his fingers that he starts to thrust in and out slowly. You can already hear how wet you have become by your natural lubricant.
“It feels like I’ve known you for a long time Y/N. But there’s so much I want to learn about you. I want to know everything.” He draws back and removes his underwear, revealing his lengthy member. “Let this be our secret interrogation yes?” Kakyoin says as he slowly strokes his length while biting his lip. You mewl in response, shyly spreading your legs apart, inviting him to take you. “Kakyoin…”
He guides his dick into your hole, grunting along the way as your walls stretched beneath that area. Now that you think about it, under that uniform he’s well built and curvy. There’s some features of him that look a bit feminine, but you can tell he’s more dominant, regardless of his appearance. Now that you’re completely filled up with his cock, the slight sting of pain has dissipated, so you impatiently wiggle your hips to signal him to move. Kakyoin only clicks his tongue.
“I’ll move, baby.” He says in a velvety tone, “But promise you’ll tell me your talents through your body.” You frantically nod, “Anything for me to get to know you better, Noriaki.” He doesn’t say anything else but pulls back just to slam back into you.
You throw your head back to moan, trying to keep your volume in check. But you know this might be too good, and it will wake at least someone in the house. Kakyoin notices your worries, so he then swoops in to put his lips against yours, silencing you briefly. He picks up the pace instantly, swallowing your moans that makes his chest subtly vibrate. The meat of his tongue slithers in your vulnerable mouth, tenderly massaging your own with his. You melt and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his skin closer, the rocking of your body increases harder. The air is quiet and still, except the constant wet slapping of skin against skin. Though it’s literally the only sound you can hear in the dark abyss of the night, accommodating with the silent waters that flow throughout the yard outside. And yet, it feels like you’re both alone; pleasuring each other through a mere subconscious desire.
“This futon is in the way.” He firmly says, “Let’s change positions.” Before you know it, you’re on your side with one leg raised that’s resting on his shoulder, and Kakyoin’s pelvis against yours. He then continues to thrust against you, his slicked cock reaching the deepest parts of your core. You look at him through your eyelashes, your eyelids twitching from the sensitive pleasure.
“Fuuuuuckk.“ you whine as you purse your lips and Kakyoin starts gripping your leg tighter. His movements getting sharper by the second, the snap of his hips gradually getting ferociously faster.
“Your reactions are adorable. And I can tell you give in so easily Y/N. But- ngh...I think I’m going to cum soon.” Kakyoin groans and throws his head back. Your hand instinctively went to your genitals to rub out the buildup that concludes your climax.
Usually when people are close, their movements slow or get sloppier. But his movements never cease to be precise and in a brisk motion, your climax finally washes over you like a tsunami. Your whole body is shaking from the electrifying pleasure, your mouth agape but only heavy pants come out of it. Kakyoin then follows, quickly pulling out and he ejaculates hot ropes of cum onto your naked body. Some of the semen landed on your face and you blush from the warmth (although your whole face is flushed from the madness). You indulge yourself in the amazing afterglow. But he didn’t leave you in such a untidy state, instead he offers to wipe it off with a personalized cloth he carries around in his school uniform. Next, he helps you put your clothes back on, and afterwards does the same. He places a kiss on your cheek for good measure and you giggle in response. From what you learn is that he’s quite direct with his actions and words. But you felt the adoration from the young man, and you’re sure he felt yours as well.
“I’m sure we had enough for tonight. Let’s go to bed now.” He suggests as his arm wraps around your body, clinging himself towards you. You then snuggle yourself against his chest, listening to his heart beat that finally puts you into slumber.
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The next day, you wake up to Kakyoin still sleeping beside you as the faint, morning light fills the room. Not only that, but what really woke you up is the loud yelling from the old man outside. Apparently Holly gave him the wrong trousers that happen to belong to Jotaro. His voice booms throughout the building until he finally stops just moments after. Now you can finally relax and listen to the songs of nature that have birds chirping. You then look to see Kakyoin who slowly opens his eyes from the morning drowse. Your lips curve into a smile and poke his cheek gently with your index. As expected, there wasn’t much fat stored but sharp cheekbones. Still, you like how it fits his soft features as he turns to glance at your side, catching your gentle gaze. He gives a small smile back. You extend your arms to reach in for a hug, digging your face in his chest that smelled like wild cherries. You keep inhaling the scent, feeling his chest rise up and down regularly. It’s really nice to feel his warmth and fragrance.
After a little while, you were about to drift off to sleep again, until Kakyoin nudged you. Your eyes meet with his, “What?” You ask. “Sorry, but I’m going to see something real quick.” You release yourself from resting on him, enabling Kakyoin to stand up and walk out the door. You patiently wait for him to come back, but end up sleeping again in the process.
After almost an hour passes by, you suddenly awoke by feeling. You realize Kakyoin has been gone for quite some time now. Did something happen? You decide to inspect this, so you stand up from the floor and swiftly make your way out. Your instincts tell you to go to the front of the house. So you did, and there in the same particular room as yesterday, you witness Holly under her futon looking feverish. You made an audible gasp which brought Avdol, Jotaro, and Mr. Joestar’s attention.
“W-what happened to Holly?” You almost panic but try to remain composed. It’s like she suddenly came down with something serious. Yesterday she looked cheerful and well. Now it looks like all that spirit drained out of her. You stand beside the doorway, unsure if you’re allowed to come in or not.
“Well,” Mr. Joestar starts, “She gained a Stand, but since she’s simple and weak, it’s turning against her at her own will. We believe this is the curse of Dio. At this rate it could kill her slowly.” You went speechless, baffled if anything by the fact this is Dio’s doing again. Maybe the only way is to completely eradicate him to end this hatred curse. “We’re planning to go to Egypt.” Avdol informs you.
“Egypt you say?” A voice appears from behind. Kakyoin finally returns from his absence and you grin at him. You honestly thought something and might’ve happened to him. He then explains that he went to Egypt before as a family vacation trip. There, that’s where he met Dio. Then he eagerly announces that he will come with them. “Me too!” You say. All of you guys agreed that you all should leave at once.
After you guys pack your essentials, you guys immediately head to the airport to book your flight. The Speedwagon Foundation will take care of Holly while you guys are out. Once you guys arrive, you all exit the vehicle and into the busy building. It took hours of waiting to get tickets and a couple of bags checked out until the process was finally complete. The sun is already setting and you guys are currently waiting for the plane to arrive by the gate.
You are sitting next to Kakyoin while the other three are seated across from you both. Avdol, Jotaro and Kakyoin were resting their eyes, Mr. Joestar on the other hand looked bored out of his mind. Actually, he looked more worried than bored. His eyebrows were slightly knitted together as if he’s concentrating on something. His lower lip stuck out like he’s pouting, the squint in his eyes makes more of his wrinkles in the corner stick out. Then the look in his eyes starts to dim, perhaps out of sadness You keep studying him until he eventually catches you looking. Only his eyes move suddenly towards your direct and you quickly turn your head away blushing awkwardly. He doesn’t say anything but decides to close his eyes as well, his arms crossing over his broad chest. You keep looking at the opposite direction as you rest your head on Kakyoin’s shoulder.
As if it’s been forever, the airplane finally arrives on time. You pick your head up and watch as people line up to the gate. The crusaders promptly take their leave from the seats and make way to the line. You hurriedly tail them before you get swallowed in the crowd. Before you know it, you’re seated next to Mr. Joestar. The rest of the crew sat behind with Avdol next to Kakyoin and Jotaro sitting alone in the back. How did you even end up sitting next to the old man? He probably randomly picked out who will sit with who, knowing Jotaro especially would rather be in his lonesome. Everyone else got seated and soon the plane departed. Knowing that this will be a long, long flight, you decide to have an early sleep—if you can manage it in a cramped space that is.
When the airplane completely ascends to the sky, you flutter your eyes close. You listen to the rush of the air that will eventually clog your ears sooner or later, leaning your head back against the seat.
“So Y/N, why did you come with us?” Mr. Joestar’s voice interrupts the noisy rush of wind. Your eyelids snap open and turn to look at the gray haired man. His emeralds glint of curiosity that stare back into your colors. You fumble with your thumbs and try to formulate a proper explanation to his question.
“Well, Jotaro saved my life. Why not return the favor?” You say sincerely. He then grins at your response, “I see. Well, prepare yourself. This is not going to be easy.” You break eye contact with him and nervously continue to twirl your thumbs together. “H-honestly Mr. Joestar, that’s the thing. I’m a bit scared; and I’m not that confident with my stand and skills yet.” You lower your head, “But I want to do something that actually contributes to saving the world, even if at one point I h-have to sacrifice myself.” Just hearing sacrifice escape between your lips sounds terrifying. Death is an inexperienced mystery, yet a horrifying thought that could happen anytime. But facing one of the most common fears is a substantial accomplishment. You can say you almost went through hell and back. This is something you can’t back down now; you have been bestowed a stand that only a few can receive. It says a lot about you deep down as a person. It’s time to put it to good use with the raging exterior of wits and talents.
“It’s okay Y/N. Tell you what, if you do happen to sacrifice yourself, I promise your death won’t be in vain. Trust me on that!” He grins wider. You can determine that his tone wasn’t feigned, he truly meant what he said. This causes you to smile back at him, somehow feeling more at ease and...happy. At this point, you couldn’t stop staring at him.
You never thought about it before, but his extraordinary looks as an old geezer matches his charming and energetic personality. It’s like he aged so well considering the very muscular fit under those tight clothes. The black turtle neck hugs his throat so well, and the long tanned coat matches the mature appearance of a wealthy man. How old was he again? Late 60’s? Holy shit. If an old man who’s this drop dead gorgeous, you’d definitely want to get a good fuck with him. Oh right. Your stand…
Those intoxicating thoughts start to affect Mr. Joestar, his eyes completely locked onto yours, the libido exploding inside of him. You read his eyes clearly, it’s the same hue of lust, except it’s more fierce than Kakyoin’s. Though, he doesn’t say anything, his lips are pressed together and his eyelids droop a bit. Then, he finally makes his move by leaning in to close the gap between you two, his lips connecting with yours that’s filled with pure love. You immediately melt into the kiss and close your eyes to feel the sexual tension that’s arousing you and possibly Mr. Joestar. But he pulls away before you can really indulge yourself. You open your eyes again to see a light blush dust on his cheeks, although it looks like he slightly regrets it.
“I’m married.” He whispers, “I’m sorry. But I-I think we shouldn’t really do this.” You sigh dramatically as your hand roams his body up and down. “You’re away from your wife right? She won’t know at all. It’s not cheating until you get caught.” You say in a hushed tone, but you keep your seductive behavior. You grab his gloved hand and tug it, “Come on, let’s go to the bathroom. But let me go first so it won’t look suspicious. Come to me after a few minutes.” You give him a quick peck on the lips, “See you.”
You unbuckle your seatbelt, get out of your seat and go through the narrow trail that leads to the back of the airplane. Luckily, the bathroom isn’t occupied at the moment so you take your opportunity. You shove yourself in there and wait for Mr. Joestar to arrive—if that he decides to come of course. And you never knew a bathroom can be this small and cramped that’s just like sitting in a seat. Now you want to imagine how Mr. Joestar will fit in here, especially for his height and size. You notice that Jotaro has similar body measures as Mr. Joestar because Jotaro’s pants size fits his grandfather’s. Is this what the Joestar genes are? What are they even eating?
Almost what it seems like 5 minutes, you hear a light knock in front of you. You reach to slide the door, only a crack to see if it’s really him. You peer through and see that it’s Mr. Joestar himself. Before you let him in, you quickly check if anyone’s around, and then swiftly drag him inside. It turns out your suspicions were right: he’s gigantic to be in here. And there’s almost no space for you to move around freely, in fact, his crotch is right in your face. You can barely see his face even if you try to crane your neck to look up. What you really noticed is the tent that has already formed under his tight pants. The insufficient space didn’t stop you from unzipping the fabric to let his cock free. And holy shit, not only his structure is enormous, his dick is practically the same. The girth and length is very impressive but overwhelming. This especially belongs to an old man who’s in his late 60’s. So well hung.
“I want to suck you off.” You proclaim, “You’re so fucking hot.” You let those words slip out as you freely dip your head in to wrap your mouth around his cock.
He inhales a sharp breath and growls. You proceed to bob your head up and down, only taking half of his shaft into your mouth without making very lewd noises. Occasionally you would move father in to deep throat and momentarily drawback to avoid gaging. You can feel your saliva dribble down your chin but continue to hungrily savour the taste and musky scent. You hollow your cheeks to give a good suck to the core. And to change things up, you let your tongue take control and leisurely lick his tip. You flatten your tongue to give a long stripe over his pink slit. You can feel him shiver and his hands move onto both sides of your head.
“Ugh, honey, how are you so good at this?” Mr. Joestar groans as you smile a bit at his question. You release your mouth from his cock and make a pop sound, your hand reaching to jerk him off. “I dunno. But what I know is that I find you interesting, old man.” You bite your bottom lip and stare at the length while stroking. Eventually a bit of precum oozes out and you quickly lick the white, sticky bud.
“I haven’t felt this good in a while. God, I feel like I wanna fuck you.” He says in a husky tone. You whine and stand up from the toilet to turn around, pressing your ass against him. His dick moves against the curve of your clothed ass as you can feel it twitch.
Mr. Joestar then lays his hands on the buttons of your pants, he uses his fingers to unbutton and pull them down along with your underwear. Your bare ass is now exposed as he lowers himself down, the tilt of his cock guides himself into you. You can feel your walls stretch, way more than what Kakyoin did. The stinging pain doesn’t wear out as much when a bit idle. You try to make yourself accommodate the moist girth that your walls hug tightly. Not only that, he was so close to you that you can feel the warmth of his massive body. He’s resting on top of you like he’s protecting and shielding you. The embrace of two colliding flesh that sticks together like smooth, wet honey. And yet, not only there’s sexual ardor, but the same curious love and adoration…or maybe it’s because you both are seriously cramped. Although your stand is like the love fairy, you can tell when someone feels a connection including yourself.
“I’m going to move sweetheart.” He whispers. You nod as you can sense him pull away and slam back in, your whole body rocks forward at the impact. Your eyes roll back at the tight sensation that can leave you weak at your knees.
You try to support your own weight by laying completely against the wall, your back arched to Mr. Joestar’s direction. He snakes both of his hands on your waist while grips on it tightly, signaling you that you will have to brace for another wet impact. His hips snap forward and you can already feel yourself getting fuller by the minute. Every time he bumps into you, his cock throbs and the swollen tip always hits your sweet spot. He then accelerates the pace, his grunts are the only sounds you hear within the air. His head rests on your shoulder, the subtle smell of cologne fills your nostrils that almost drives you completely crazy. After a few minutes of ferocious bucking, his movements get more sloppy, hinting that he’s probably coming soon. But he’s not alone, your orgasm is catching up to you as well. Instead of you touching yourself, Mr. Joestar comes in contact with your genitals first. His glistening lips parted while his eyes were blinking slowly, his eyelashes fluttering from pure ecstasy. He’s tired, yet insisted on making you climax first. His hand quickly rubs it out, stimulating your whole nervous system as you finally came. You drew out each and every last moan with Mr. Joestar pulling out immediately. His hand jerks his cock and comes spurting out thick, hot cum that projectiles on your back. You pant heavily and turn your head to look at him. His eyes were closed but content with the satisfying result, a few droplets of sweat dripped down his face. His lips curve into a sly smirk as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes.
“So...how’s that?” he pants. You huff out a laugh, “It felt amazing, Daddy.” he cocks an eyebrow at the sudden name. “Oh? What a naughty name.” you breathe before saying, “
You
make me feel naughty.”
After you both cleaned up, no suspicions were detected by the crew or any bystanders when you guys came back. But a problem suddenly came up where a fly as a stand infiltrated the airplane. You and the crusaders fought and found the culprit behind this stand, successfully defeating him. Except he cut off the tongues of the pilot and his partner beforehand, resulting in instant death. Mr. Joestar had to force himself to control the plane, safely crashing into the sea. Although knowing something like this can happen, all of you can't afford to risk innocent lives in danger.