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“I received a new report just this morning from SPW intel. There’s been another sighting of what we think is a stand, the same one I told you about last week. Well, not exactly a sighting, but a sighting of its ability. It seems to be a remote stand that causes...Josuke, pay attention.”
Josuke blinked, pulled abruptly from his daydream. Damn it. He hadn’t even had a chance to get to the good part. He frowned, a slight crease appearing between his flawless eyebrows, and tried to focus on what his nephew was saying. He knew it was important. It was just so hard to not get distracted.
“As I was saying, it seems to be a remote stand that causes vegetation to dry up. Intel believes the effect is range based.”
Josuke continued listening, trying his best to stay focused on Jotaro’s words and not his mouth. That sexy mouth with the pump lips. The way his upper lip bowed just so. Every time he opened his mouth to speak Josuke could see just a hint of that deep pink tongue. Once in a while it darted out, giving a swift lick across his bottom lip, leaving it glistening. Josuke wanted to touch those lips. How soft would they be? Would they feel more like silk or like velvet?
“The Foundation believes the user is located somewhere around the east...stop fidgeting, Josuke. This is important.”
“Yes Jotaro-san!” Josuke immediately straightened up in the chair, placing his hands over his lap. Thank god he still had his long school jacket on to help hide his growing erection. He really needed to pay attention, but it got harder and harder every time he was with Jotaro. His horny teenage brain just went haywire when he was around. And lately it was becoming near impossible. The way his nephew barked orders at him...well, it was really starting to turn Josuke on.
“We are going to investigate around the fields outside of town today, looking for any signs of the stand and it’s user. It may not seem like a…”
“Ahhh,” Josuke exhaled, squirming around, trying to discreetly reposition himself.
“Josuke.” Jotaro gave him a hard glare.
Oh shit. That tone meant he was in deep trouble. It was the tone Jotaro used when he was sick of Josuke’s shit. It was usually followed by a lecture on the importance of finding the bow and arrow.
“You need some discipline. Shut up and pay attention.”
He was still glaring. Josuke couldn’t tell if he was ashamed of misbehaving or if he was turned on. Maybe a mixture of both. And it brought out the brat in him.
“Yes, daddy,” spilled out of Josuke’s mouth before he could contain himself, and he immediately regretted his words…or did he?
Jotaro’s expression was unlike anything Josuke had seen before. He was sure Jotaro was mad, but he couldn’t tell quite how mad he was. His face was blank, but his eyes...there was something burning in his eyes. Josuke tried to swallow, his mouth suddenly dry. He didn’t know what this look was, but his cock didn’t seem to care. It twitched, growing even harder, as heat pooled in his stomach.
“I-I’m sorry, Jotaro-san. I won’t interrupt any more.” Josuke looked down at his hands fidgeting with the hem of his jacket, feeling his cheeks heat up under Jotaro’s palpable glare. Fuck, he needed to calm down. After what seemed like an eternity he chanced a glance up, peeking through his thick lashes. Jotaro no longer looked angry...he looked like he was ravenous, like he wanted to eat Josuke up.
The expression was gone in a flash, Jotaro covering his mouth as he cleared his throat. “Pay attention, Josuke.”
Josuke flopped onto his bed, exhausted from the day’s activities. They never found the stand user or any sign of the stand’s ability, but Jotaro had made sure they did a thorough search. They had driven out to the countryside directly after Jotaro finished his morning’s briefing, then trapsed around the fields and ditches all day. Sometimes it seemed like Jotaro was making him work extra hard for that comment he made this morning.
When Jotaro had finally given up the search the sun was sinking low over the horizon. He dropped Josuke off at home where Tomoko promptly shooed his smelly teenage ass straight into the shower.
He felt better after the steamy shower, clean and clear headed, ready to sleep. Josuke’s mind drifted to different places...well, places centering around his nephew. Even though the day was exhausting he had spent it with Jotaro. He heard his deep, sexy voice all day. He watched with wonder the minute expressions flit across his face. He saw glimpses of hard muscle under that black turtleneck. It had been a very good day, even after the tension that morning.
The full exchange came back to him as he lay there daydreaming and his face grew red, even though he was alone. He grabbed his pillow, burying his heated face into the fluff, as he remembered clearly the word daddy spilling from his lips.
It really did just slip out. He did mean it, in the purely joking, problem with authority figures barking orders at him kind of way. But now, as he lay here remembering that fiery look in Jotaro’s eyes, the implications of that exact phrase became all too clear. Jotaro being his “daddy” in a sexual way hadn’t really crossed his mind before, but now it was all he could think about.
Fuck. He was rock hard.
He slipped his hand down his bare stomach, pulling his pajama pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. It smacked against his abs and he moaned softly as his other hand gripped the base. Precum welled up from the slit as Josuke drug his fist up the shaft.
Closing his eyes he pumped slowly, letting his mind wander…
He was walking in the field, watching Jotaro’s broad back as he stopped a couple feet ahead. It was so hot out. Jotaro pulled off his hat, raking his hand through his damp, wavy hair, before shrugging slowly out of his white coat.
Josuke’s breath hitched and his lip quivered as his hand sped up, dragging deliciously against his shaft.
Jotaro’s coat fell to the ground revealing his black, sleeveless turtleneck stretched taut over his back. His muscled shoulders and arms flexed as he fanned himself with his hat. He turned around, leveling his sultry gaze at Josuke.
“Josuke, come here.” Jotaro’s hands slid down his stomach, reaching down to unzip his fly. “Come here and make Daddy feel good.”
Josuke moaned loudly, his vision blurring as his body went rigid. Jotaro’s deep voice echoed in his mind as he spasmed, the hot jets of cum hitting his bare chest and neck.
He lay there, panting heavily as he came back to his senses. Fuck. This was bad. He’d never came so fast and so hard before in his life, and it just had to happen to his new little daddy fantasy. He sighed heavily as he grabbed a tissue. Like he needed something else to add to his list of how Jotaro turned him on….
The last few weeks had been nearly unbearable. Every second he’d spent with Jotaro was a raging war with his body. Even the time spent apart was hell. Josuke just couldn’t stop thinking about the whole daddy thing.
He knew he had issues, never really having a proper father figure in his life, but this was getting crazy. Just the thought of the older man giving him an order, offering praise, taking control…or even punishing him…was more than enough to make his body go haywire.
And now, here he was, laying on the couch in Jotaro’s hotel room, trying desperately to focus on his Game Boy and not on the fact that the object of his obsessive daddy complex was in the other room working on his thesis. Even the faint clicks of the keyboard coming from the study made his mind wander. He imagined otaro’s long fingers dancing over the keys as he typed. What would those fingers feel like roaming his body?
Josuke’s right hand moved to his chest. He rubbed softly, imagining it was Jotaro. Would he be rougher? Josuke’s finger brushed against his zipper and he moaned as it pressed against his sensitive nipple. His eyes drifted closed as he focused on his daydream, imagining Jotaro’s hands roaming wherever they pleased…
He felt the couch shift and his eyes flew open revealing a burning glare. Josuke scrambled up, dropping his Game Boy as his face flamed red.
“J-jotaro-san!”
Fuck. He hadn’t heard Jotaro coming at all. What had he seen? Josuke had been so lost in his mind that he wasn’t completely sure what he was doing.
“Aah, m’sorry Jotaro-san! I was just, you know, playing my game….”
He tried to sound casual, failing miserably and chuckling awkwardly. Thankfully Jotaro wasn’t staring anymore. That burning gaze always made him flustered and horny.
“Tch. Is *that* what you call it.”
Josuke grew even hotter, his red blush creeping down his neck. Jotaro had seen something.
“So, Josuke, what do you want?”
His mouth opened then closed a couple of times, trying to get his brain working again. He didn’t really have a reason for being there. It had just become a habit for him to hang out there after school. And on weekends. And any other time he was free.
“I was just, uhh, hanging out?”
“Mm, I see.” Jotaro crossed his legs, lifting his hat just enough to run his hand through his wavy hair before resting his bare arm along the back of the couch. “There’s nothing on your mind?”
“N-not, uh, not really?” Josuke stammered out his reply, sounding more like a question than an answer. It was a lie, of course, but he couldn’t just come out and say what was on his mind, could he?
Jotaro was staring at him, his ocean eyes burning into the side of Josuke’s face. He could feel it.
“Well, then what are you doing here?”
“Y’know, you’re always telling me I need more discipline. And with not really having a father around, and with gramps being gone, I thought if I hung out here…well…” Josuke trailed off. He was trying desperately to salvage the conversation but everything he said just dug his hole deeper.
Jotaro gave a soft chuckle. “And you want me to be your daddy? To discipline you?”
Josuke’s mind blew some sort of important fuse because his mouth unhinged and refused to close. He swore he caught a glimpse of pink on Jotaro’s cheeks before he pulled the brim of his hat down to hide his face.
Did Jotaro just say what he thought he did?
Josuke knew it was now or never. He turned off his brain and let his already hard dick do the thinking. He pivoted suddenly, swinging his leg up and over to straddle Jotaro’s lap. The momentary shock on Jotaro’s face was worth any embarrassment he would feel if this attempt failed. It wasn’t everyday that he could coax new emotions from his stoic nephew.
He felt his face flaming as put on his best pout, staring shyly into Jotaro’s eyes. “Will you be my daddy?”
He watched the shock disappear, replaced with a burning, barely controlled look. It was that same look from that time he had let the daddy comment slip out, only this time Jotaro didn’t even try to hide it.
Josuke registered Jotaro’s arm moving and all of a sudden a hand was buried in the back of Josuke’s hair, forcing his head forward to meet Jotaro. His lips crushed against his nephew’s, hot and desperate. He had never kissed anyone before but he followed Jotaro’s lead, opening fully to an insistent tongue, gasping at the new sensation of scorching velvet on velvet.
Jotaro’s other hand found Josuke’s waist, pulling and pressing his entire body closer, melding them together. Josuke whimpered into Jotaro’s mouth as his clothed erection pressed against something equally hot and hard, dragging slightly as the hand on his back squeezed him ever nearer.
They made out like they were both desperate teenagers, Jotaro’s intensity leaving Josuke breathless and panting between his soft whines. His head was swimming with pleasure as hazy thoughts drifted by.
Josuke couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that Jotaro wanted him. He thought Jotaro was too cool, too grown up, to want him, but his kisses said otherwise. Josuke’s hips began to move on their own, whining as he desperately tried to get some friction between their clothed erections.
Jotaro’s hips moved with him, but not for long. In a flash Jotaro stood, effortlessly lifting Josuke with him. It was a sensation Josuke had never dreamed of feeling, being manhandled like he weighed nothing more than a child.
Josuke locked his legs around his nephew’s waist, rutting shallowly against his hard plane of abs, as he was carried into the bedroom. He was shamefully close.
Jotaro growled, rumbling deep in his chest, as he threw Josuke down on the bed, breaking their kiss. “You fucking brat.” Jotaro’s eyes betrayed the calm demeanor on his face. “I hope you’re prepared to accept the consequences of your actions. You can’t just call me Daddy and walk away unscathed.”
Jotaro slowly crawled up the bed, hovering just above the boy’s form. Josuke let out a high pitched squeak that dissolved into a trembling moan as Jotaro brought his lips to the shell of his uncle’s ear and spoke softly. “Daddy’s gonna fuck your tight boy pussy and pump you full of his cum.”
Ooh f-fuuuck.
Josuke gasped. Those naughty words flowing so smoothly from Jotaro’s lips lit sparks deep in his core. His hips involuntarily jerked upward as his sudden orgasm hit him with full force. He vaguely registered the feeling of Jotaro smirking against his ear, the only contact between them.
Jotaro allowed the trembling boy to come down from his high before he spoke again. “How shameful. Daddy hasn’t even touched you yet.”
Jotaro cupped his hand over Josuke’s sensitive groin, making the boy hiss through his teeth. “You came so much Josuke. You’re so wet for Daddy.”
Oh god. Again with the dirty talk.
His cock rapidly hardened under the pressure of Jotaro’s unmoving palm.
“As much as Daddy wants to play, we’ll have to make this quick. It’s a school night.”
Star Platinum appeared and in an instant Josuke’s clothes were…gone, folded neatly at the side of the bed. He gasped as the cool air hit his skin, thinking how he’d never get used to this time-stop thing.
Jotaro stood before him and Josuke watched in blatant awe as he pulled down his fly, his hard cock bulging through the hole. He reached down, pulling it out, hissing as his own touch made it throb in his hand.
“Pull up your legs. Let Daddy see your pussy.”
Josuke trembled with an insanely horny mixture of lust, embarrassment, excitement, and fear. He raised his legs up toward his chest, grabbing them behind the knees, and just waited, eyes closed. He’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, as he felt right now. His face was absolutely on fire, wondering what would happen next.
He didn’t need to wait long.
“God, you’re so perfect Josuke.”
Jotaro brushed his fingertip down Josuke’s rock hard erection, down his balls, and on down over his hole, rubbing around and around it. Josuke squeaked, the sensation itself not unfamiliar, but having someone else touch him there, especially Jotaro, was so different. And exciting.
“You’re so tense, baby. Let Daddy help you relax.”
Josuke opened his eyes just enough to see Jotaro sink down to kneel in front of his exposed ass. His face was on fire, wondering what in the hell Jotaro was doing when he felt something hot and wet swipe over his hole. Josuke made some inhuman sound, some mixture of a squeal and a snort, wriggling away involuntarily.
“J-Jotaro-san! That’s dirty!”
Holy shit, that was Jotaro’s tongue! It wasn’t exactly a bad feeling…just so strange and unexpected….
SMACK
Another squeal escaped as Jotaro’s hand made swift contact.
“What did you call me?”
Josuke sputtered, searching his lust clouded brain for the right word. God, it was so hard to think straight.
“I’m s-sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s better.” Josuke could hear the smirk in Jotaro’s voice. “Now stay still, brat. Daddy wants to taste you.”
Josuke settled back into position, holding his legs and holding his breath as Jotaro moved in close. Jotaro’s gaze prickled his skin, then he felt it again. A hot, wet lick against his asshole. Josuke shuddered as his dick throbbed.
This time Jotaro kept going. Sometimes his licks were short and fast, sometimes long and slow. Josuke could feel Jotaro’s tongue tracing around and around his hole, trying to press inside.
It didn’t take long before Josuke’s overwhelming embarrassment began to subside. Jotaro’s tongue just felt too good. The whispered utterances of *such a good boy* and *you’re so good for daddy* between the unrelenting licks and kisses were making Josuke’s head swim. He could feel his dick pulsing hot and heavy against his stomach with every flick of that skilled muscle.
Josuke had never imagined Jotaro wanting to do this to him. It felt so dirty, but oh so good. The wet and the heat and…
“Ahh!”
Something much thicker and firmer than the tip of a tongue pressed inside and Josuke sucked in air, holding it in. He’d done this many times before, usually imagining this exact finger, but Jotaro’s fingers were much thicker than his own.
He breathed out a soft moan, deciding that the stretch was just right. He wanted more. He’d already cum once, but here he was, chasing that feeling again. He bucked his hips, moaning as he took in a little more of Jotaro’s finger, earning him another sharp smack.
“I told you to stay still, brat.”
Jotaro rubbed his palm against the blossoming red mark, softening the sting as he shoved his finger all the way in. The pain and pleasure melded together, making Josuke whimper, trying desperately to keep still. He really liked it when Jotaro was rough with him, when he barked orders like a daddy should.
The finger stilled and a trail of warm spit pooled around the junction. Without warning Jotaro added a second finger, Josuke barely able to adjust before beginning another assault.
The stretch and the fullness was making Josuke lose his mind. More spit and a third finger followed, maybe a bit too soon, the intrusion slightly more painful than the others had been. He whined and braced himself for Jotaro’s thrust, but the pain just melted into the pleasure, his cock now oozing precum instead of a steady drip. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Daddy, please. Please! I need your cock!”
Jotaro froze. Shit, had he said something wrong? Would he be punished again? Not that he minded at this point.
Jotaro rose up from his knees, his retreating fingers leaving Josuke’s ass achingly empty. His expression was dark and intense. The same expression he’d seen before. Josuke was beginning to realize. This was Jotaro’s look when he could barely control himself.
Josuke stared breathlessly, following Jotaro’s hand as he grabbed his cock, hanging hard and heavy, still freed from his fly. Star Platinum shimmered briefly into existence, only long enough to drop a bottle of lube into Jotaro’s open palm. He popped the cap, drizzling a copious amount down his shaft, spreading it with a couple slow pumps.
Josuke whined as Jotaro grabbed his legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders. Something brushed up and down against his hole, spreading the slick lube under Jotaro’s burning gaze.
“Tell Daddy where you want his cock.”
Jotaro’s voice sounded raw and strained. Josuke covered his face with his hands. God, Jotaro was gonna make him say it. He knew the word he was supposed to use, the word Jotaro wanted him to say. He’d never said it before.
“My p-puss..” he trailed off, hoping that was good enough, but knowing it wasn’t.
More teasing rubs.
“You have to tell Daddy what you want, or you won’t get it.”
He was gonna make him say it.
“I want your cock in my p-pussy, Daddy!” Josuke yelled between his fingers.
“Ahh, goood boy, Josuke.” Jotaro pressed inside.
He took it slow. He had to or he would come here and now, and how shameful would that be? He was the daddy, the one in control, and he needed to keep his composure. But it was so hard when he was currently burying himself inch by agonizing inch inside of the object of his every desire.
Jotaro gritted his teeth, pressing in, oh so slowly. Stopping when Josuke whimpered to ask, “Are you ok, baby? Is daddy hurting you?”
Thankfully Josuke shook his head. “J-just feels weird.”
“Just hold on, baby. I’m halfway in. It will start to feel good real soon.”
Josuke exhaled beneath him, trembling slightly, and Jotaro leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. His hand moved to Josuke’s pebbled nipple, squeezing and rolling, trying to distract the boy from the strange sensation of being filled. He knew the first time was always the hardest to get used to. After that, you just couldn’t get enough.
He pushed in faster, focusing on Josuke’s soft lips and hot tongue. He needed a distraction too from the way Josuke’s insides were sucking him in, fluttering around his cock. There was no way he was going to last more than a few minutes, not with how pent up he was. It was a different type of hell when you can’t even touch your dick without images of your underage uncle continuously flipping through your mind.
He felt his hips slot up against Josuke’s plush ass and he moaned around the boy’s tongue, letting the feeling of being fully inside wash over him. He wanted so badly to move.
Jotaro broke their kiss, his hands now gripping fistfuls of sheet as he breathed, trying to calm himself down. He gritted his teeth, momentarily breaking character.
“Josuke…so tight. Not gonna…last long.”
It took him even more breaths to calm down. Every moan and whine, any other little sound that Josuke made sent a throb down his dick. The boy was just too erotic, even the words whispered in his ear made him come undone.
Jotaro gritted his teeth, slowly pulling out until only the tip of his cock remained inside. Josuke whined beneath him, clinging to Jotaro as if he thought he’d pull out completely and leave him there.
“Are you ready baby?”
Josuke nodded and Jotaro pressed in fast, Josuke’s insides sucking him back in. Josuke moaned some gibberish, whining again when Jotaro pulled out to repeat the process.
Jotaro started off slow, angling his hips on each thrust just right and hitting Josuke’s prostate head on. Josuke arched his back and gasped, his eyes growing wide, and Jotaro knew he’d found the spot. He continued his assault, pounding his prostate again and again, faster and faster. Each thrust triggered a copious amount of precum to ooze from Josuke’s slit, slicking up their stomachs.
“Ahh! J-jootarooo!”
Jotaro pounded faster, faster, the muscles in his hips screaming with effort. He was close. So close. Just a little more…
He pressed his lips to Josuke’s ear, “Come for Daddy.”
Josuke cried out, Jotaro’s broken name falling from his lips as he came for the second time that evening, his hot cum joining the rest of his slick between their stomachs.
Jotaro moaned loudly, Josuke’s ass clenching around his cock and sending him over the edge. His vision blurred as his cum exploded, pushing deep inside Josuke’s ass, flooding his boy pussy.
He collapsed, panting heavily as his vision returned to normal. He’d never experienced an orgasm as forceful as that one. His mind drifted, vaguely wondering if every time with Josuke would be like this, before his rational mind caught up, snapping the lid tight on that thought. He couldn’t afford to think of a next time. Even if he wanted so much more, this had to be the last time he let his judgment slip.
He turned his attention to the boy beneath him. Clumps of hair hung from his ruined pomp, pink splotches decorated his creamy skin. He was beautiful. The shy smile on his lips made Jotaro’s heart burn and he brought his lips to Josuke’s, trying to quench the fire.
After a couple of minutes, Jotaro reluctantly broke their kiss.
“I need to get you home. You have school tomorrow.”
“But Jotaro-san, my cum is drying on my stomach and it feels kinda gross. Can’t we take a shower? Together?”
Jotaro sighed. Somehow he knew it would end up like this. He was relieved that Josuke wanted more.
Surely one day of skipping school wouldn’t hurt…
“Besides,” Josuke smirked, “you wouldn’t want to send me home with your cum leaking out of my ass. Would you… Daddy ?”